When Bair's figure completely appeared in the confinement room, the ultimate embodiment of order and evil, premeditated and cunning cruelty with their pure and varied despicable aura made the Death Eaters in the hall tremble uncontrollably after a short moment of sluggishness.
This wasn't a fear of Bardi's physical appearance. Instead, it was a special ability of devils with a certain level of power. Just like dragons and dementors, devils had the ability to instill fear in the hearts of all living creatures within a certain range of them. These powerful devils could rely solely on this Divine Light of Fear to cause many enemies to be unable to retaliate in battle.
At this time, among the Death Eaters in the room, the elite wizards like Bellatrix and Rabastan could barely suppress the panic in their hearts and only trembled slightly. But the likes of Gidro Lockhart could no longer bear the terrible aura of death and evil that shrouded Bair and collapsed to the ground, trembling. Of course, the Dark Lord himself was completely unaffected. He just looked at the Abyss Devil in front of him closely without saying a word.
It was just that after hearing her beloved master being mocked by the demon in front of her, Bellatrix raised her eyebrows and clenched her fists. She overcame the fear in her heart and forced herself to muster up the courage to shout at Bair, "How dare you! How dare you talk to The Dark Lord like this! "
Bair's eyes swept across the roaring female Death Eater. Bellatrix's body trembled slightly under his gaze, not knowing whether it was because of fear or anger.
Bair kept the long sword that was full of lightning in his right hand and hung it on his waist. Then, he bent over and stretched out a finger to let his fingernail touch the blood hexagram confinement circle that was emitting a silver light. Then, the magic circle shone brightly. The venom dripping from the corner of Bair's mouth touched the magic circle and turned into black smoke with a sizzling sound.
After judging the strength of the magic circle, Bair stood up and focused his vertical pupils on Bellatrix. But suddenly, the mysterious man waved his wand and evil aura filled with all kinds of malice instantly burst out around the female Death Eater and then disappeared. The air was suddenly filled with a thick smell of sulfur.
Bellatrix looked at her master gratefully and suddenly realized — when Bair looked at her, he actually launched an attack on her in the state of confinement and she was unaware. Fortunately, her master was sharp enough to notice and help her resolve the crisis.
Lord Voldemort withdrew his wand, "I thought the demons would be more polite."
"I was rude, The Dark Lord. But I mean no harm, I just hope that we won't be disturbed by these little worms when we talk." Bair's burning yellow eyes were fixed on Lord Voldemort. His voice was elegant and cold, forming a huge contrast with his terrifying appearance at this time.
"You guys go out and wait." Lord Voldemort's cold voice sounded. Although he helped Bella to resolve Bair's attack, he was eager to complete the deal and also felt that the presence of his men was an eyesore. And the mysterious man thought that it was better to keep the details of his deal with the demons to themselves. Many of his men in the hall were newly recruited and could not be trusted — although Lord Voldemort himself did not trust anyone, so he did not want the contents of the deal to be exposed intentionally or unintentionally.
The Death Eaters who were struggling to resist the demon's Divine Ray of Terror were relieved. They bowed to their master and quickly began to retreat quietly. The Muggle who were paralyzed when the mysterious man chanted the spell had not disappeared yet. They just stood there without any reaction.
Lucius Malfoy was expressionless as he tried to control his thoughts. The Dark Lord drove all of his men out, and the Muggle who were paralyzed and suppressed by the demon's Divine Ray of Terror did not know how much of their conversation they could still hear and understand under such circumstances. For the Dark Devil King to spend so much manpower and resources to issue an assassination mission at the expense of a massacre, he had no idea what the success rate would be. Originally, he wanted to investigate more details before reporting it to Harris. However, looking at the current situation, he could only find an opportunity to send a message back to remind Allen Harris to pay attention to his safety.
Gidro Lockhart followed behind Labastan, and when he was about to leave the room, his footsteps paused. A bright white light entered his eyes. It was a woman with blonde hair tied in a braid and wearing a blue dress. She was holding a chubby Muggle girl with big eyes in her arms. The girl was about three years old. Her chubby little hands froze when she covered her cheeks.
"Poor Muggle." Gidro did not dare to delay. He hurriedly glanced and followed Rabastan out of the room and into the distance. He turned again in the deep underground corridor, and the entrance of the room had been swallowed by darkness.
In the hall, the mysterious man and the Archdemon were facing each other. Bair and the rest of the Lord Voldemort's men had all left the hall. "The Dark Lord, so, what is the wish you want me to help you fulfill?"
"Help me kill a wizard." Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes viciously and made a request.
"666 Muggle." Bair directly quoted the price.
"When you're done, I'll give you 777." Lord Voldemort, who had no nose bridge, noticed the demon's surprised gaze. His face twitched, and he found an excuse for his superstitious behavior of increasing the price. "As long as you're useful, I'm always generous."
"If it's cheap, you don't have to ask me to do it …" Bair shrugged and did not lower the price to satisfy his superstitious number. Instead, he happily accepted the condition. "Who does The Dark Lord want to kill?"
"Allen Harris." Lord Voldemort's voice was filled with anger and malice.
"Who?!" Upon hearing Allen's name, the flames in Bair's eyes surged. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth and rejected the deal. "The Dark Lord, don't you know that Allen and I became best friends in the Wizard Tournament?"
"I still don't know who can be friends with demons." Lord Voldemort pretended to be surprised and spread out his hands. However, his red, cat-like eyes stared into Bair's eyes and began to judge the real reason for his rejection.
"The Dark Lord, you've misunderstood. You're being racist. You're prejudiced against us demons …" Bair shrugged. "I have a lot of friends in your world. Many of them are still guests in my house …"
"Grand Duke Bair, in that case, I'd like to exchange some magic knowledge in the Hell of Baator. For example, the summoning spells that Allen Harris used in the Ministry of Magic's battle. I've investigated it. He only improved his knowledge in this field after meeting you in the Wizard Tournament. Maybe we can be friends?" Lord Voldemort proposed the deal again and tried to use words to test whether Bair, who usually stayed in the Hell of Baator, knew about the battle between the Ministry of Magic and used this reason to reject Allen's offer.
"666 Muggle." Bair directly quoted the price.
"That's not a problem." This time, the mysterious man suppressed the displeasure in his heart and did not raise the price again.
"The Dark Lord, since I also have the intention to be friends with you, then I'd like to remind you as a friend that you and your people are too chaotic and evil … You advocate too much freedom, which makes us who follow the rules more repulsive. So even if you obtain the same magic knowledge as Allen, and even if the Dark Lord can forcibly learn and use it, the power that you can exert will definitely be far inferior to his who is more in tune with our camp. Besides, the things that you summon might even plot against you and drag you down … Sorry, this is an exclusion from the rules of the plane. The demons are used to doing things according to the rules …" Then, Bair unconsciously waved the flaming whip in his hand. "I think you should be able to get along well with the Tanar 'ri Demons in the Bottomless Abyss. Perhaps The Dark Lord knows that my Bronze Fortress is the frontline of the battle between us demons and the Tanar' ri Demons, so perhaps the Dark Lord would be more willing to use the magic knowledge of the demons that I've collected over a long period of time?"
Upon hearing this, the Lord Voldemort thought of the information that Bella obtained from the risk of risking her life to summon the Cerberus. Even if it was such a low-level hell creature, few of his subordinates could control it when they engaged in a battle of wills. If it were the demons, it would be more difficult to summon them out of order and then fight against them. It would be easier for the summoned demons to hate them. Although he was sure that there would be no problem, the Death Eaters under his command, especially the elite subordinates, were likely to encounter more serious casualties when they practiced summoning higher-level demons. So it seemed that he might as well accept the other party's suggestion.
The Lord Voldemort's face was expressionless, but his eyes quickly scanned Bair's eyes as if he was trying to see if he was lying. In the end, the mysterious man no longer had the patience to maintain the fake etiquette. He said arrogantly, "Prove to me that it's comparable to the magic that you gave to that little bastard."
"As you wish." Bair bowed exaggeratedly like an actor in a play. Then, a handwritten book that was nearly one meter long and half a meter wide with a cover made up of wriggling meat appeared in his hand.
Bair casually tore a page from the book. The book trembled violently in his hand and let out a shrill scream. Drops of red blood flowed down from the page. The torn piece of paper emitted black smoke and broke through the range of the imprisonment circle and flew towards the mysterious man.
Lord Voldemort felt the evil aura emanating from the paper. After pondering for a while, the Lord Voldemort pulled out his magic wand and tried to use the Otherworld Binding Oath to summon this monster that could only be regarded as a mid-level demon from the bottomless abyss to his world.
Although the power was much smaller than when Bair appeared, the aura contained in it was completely different from when Bair appeared. It was accompanied by the combination of all ugliness, evil, and chaos. It was an aura of chaos and destruction to the extreme of brutality.
This creature looked like a monster from a nightmare. More than a hundred swollen orange arms of different shapes surrounded the fleshy core of the body that was covered by the palms full of power. The body had no other structure except for a toothless mouth that fed into the stomach hole. Each arm carried a palm with a different number of fingers, and some of the fingers had long yellow claws. Evil eyeballs were constantly blinking from the palms of each hand.
After a brief battle of wills, the hundred-eyed demon with an average diameter of more than 20 feet and a strong independent consciousness expressed obedience to the Dark Lord. Then, to the mysterious man's surprise, the monster rolled around like a giant tumbleweed and rolled towards the immobile Muggle. Under the demon's trampling and the claws of its arms, more than ten Muggles fell to the ground and were smashed into pieces. Then, the monster threw the pieces around and smashed more Muggle to death to vent its dissatisfaction.
Bair sneered at the demon's aimless destruction. "Before we make a contract, these dead Muggle will not be counted as my responsibility."
"I didn't order it to attack," the Lord Voldemort said coldly, unmoved by the slaughter of his summoned creatures.
"Lord Dark Devil King, it's a devil. It's born this way. It won't attack you if it wins a battle of wills. However, if you don't give it an order, it will definitely attack others …" Beyer shrugged and spread out his hands innocently. "It's such a waste …"
"Stop." Lord Voldemort gave the command, and the monster immediately submitted and stopped moving. Just as the Archdevil had said, using demonic magic felt much smoother than when he had summoned the low-ranked Cerberus. "Is there a demon comparable to a pit fiend in the book?"
"Balor." Beyer flipped the bloody and sticky book to one of the pages, pointed at the monster on it, and replied, "But because of the characteristics of the Bottomless Abyss, the creatures summoned each time are more or less different, even if they are of the same type. They might be slightly weaker, or slightly stronger."
"Contract." Lord Voldemort turned and ordered the devil in the confinement circle. He waved his hand lightly, and the screaming page flew into his robe.
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