Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 38: Prisoner and Demon

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"A very delicate hidden spell!" Chen Ang said with emotion.

The sun shines on the fingertips of the gate of the old castle where Chen Ang touches, and a long shadow is projected on the gate of the old castle. The palm of Chen Ang gradually parallels the gate of the old castle, the shadow of his hand Protruding from the door, his hand reached into the door, and the shadow of his hand extended from the door to intersect with his fingers.

When Chen Ang flipped his hand, the whole person exchanged positions with his shadow.

In front of him, the whole world flipped abruptly, the shadow of the island where Azkaban was located suddenly became three-dimensional, and the island that had just been sunny turned into a shadow instantly. The heavy rain poured down from the head of Chen Ang and the wind Indiscriminately raging, Chen Ang was on an island that could only be called a reef. He turned around and saw no trace of the ghost ship he was riding on.

It is the real Azkaban that appears in front of him now. He is hidden by an ancient hidden curse on a lonely island in the North Sea. Some people divide the space here into two with a curse. In this world, what seems to be protected by the spell in the mist is only the Azkaban of the world. Only through the shadows can you enter the real Azkaban.

A small shadow appeared at the foot of Chen Ang, and Guru came out of the shadow.

The island is surprisingly small, and the entire castle occupies 90% of its land. Azkaban is a triangular tower with a corner collapsed on its front, dementors in it Flying over the sky, huge waves hit the base of the tower. It seems that it will always be in a storm. The waves are beating the reef at the foot of Chen Ang, and the splashing waves are sprayed behind Chen Ang.

The dementors dancing in the wind found the traces of Chen Ang. They roared. This is the sound of the wind, and the dementors themselves will not make any sound. Chen Ang can only smell the rot and death brought by the sea water. Seeing these black robe monsters, the black robe hunted and flew in the wind. Their hollow shape, wrapped in black cloth, swooped down towards Chen Ang.

Guru has pulled out his wand nervously behind the Chen Ang, and the bright white light at the head of his stick has begun to flash slightly.

"I didn't expect that the black wizard of Bojin could learn to bless God!" Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he inspired the real name given to him by Mogos. At this time, the existence named 'Chen Ang' gradually shrunk. Back inside his soul, the external belonging to Das Mogos replaced Chen Ang as his body and external.

At this time, a figure about three times as tall as an ordinary person appeared in the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, with only a pair of eyes that looked like fiery flames, bright as firelight in the darkness.

The dementors who swooped down towards Chen Ang saw the eyes, and they all roared as if their rotten vocal cords were vibrating.

During the storm, the black robe dementors who looked directly at these eyes made the last and first roar of their lives, and they turned into a handful of black ash in the wind and rain, and the ash swept by the storm in the blink of an eye gone.

In the place covered by the power of Mogos, it seems that the surrounding light is slowly losing, the dementors have lost their power and have to land, their black robes become weak and soggy, and they pull to the ground, Mogos sucked their power and soul as easily as darkness, and Guru became shorter and shorter in front of the Chen Ang that turned into Mogos. He was creeping in fear, because he felt that this figure in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness .

The evil forces that Dementors are proud of are as young as babies and humble as slaves before him.

So that Mogos does not need any effort to easily enslave their souls. He wrapped his own power around them, and the intense pain that eroded their souls kept dementors constantly struggling, but they could not refuse this Dark power.

More dementors rushed out of the triangular tower of Azkaban. They gathered together like a black tide flowing from Azkaban. These guards rolled over, dived, and then Falling down one by one, paving a beach on the sea, the soaked black robe entangled in the sea water, Bo Jin watched the scariest evil creatures in the stories of the wizards wailing at the feet of Chen Ang.

They have no sound, but the invisible body under the black robe twists and trembles, appropriately expressing their fear, fear and pain.

Mogos ’figure looked back at them, and stretched out his hands, which were condensed like darkness, not like humans, and pushed open the door of Azkaban ... The inside of this prison was dark and wet, and it was for people inside. The walking space is extremely small, the figure of Mogos gradually fades, the black mist slowly spreads out, and the figure inside returns to normal.

He walked into Azkaban, and as his footsteps progressed, the darkness inside instantly enlarged the space.

When the ground is wet and rotted, some lobes and carnivorous slugs creep on the authentic stone slabs, and some dung beetles are breeding. When they are not moving, they are like a slightly greenish fungus with eyes. There are also a few hairy crabs settling in the dark corner stone cracks. These magical creatures are usually very powerful, and wizards sometimes have to use special potions to remove them.

But as Mogos approached, a deep dark power gradually enveloped the space.

The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died, and their vitality disappeared into the darkness. The darkness that had protected them once captured their lives with their backhands.

Rabastan Lestrange is playing with a toad. Since he was in jail, his only game that can vent his madness and despair is this. The Dementor riot just now attracted the attention of most prisoners, but Rabastan just shouted: "Most of the mud species of the Ministry of Magic are making fun again!"

"I really hope that dementors can **** their dirty souls."

Rabastan inside the prison was completely dirty, with a messy black hair, his face was pale and thin, and after shouting a few words, Rabastan closed his mouth wisely, because his worst sister-in-law Bella Terex Lestrange was screaming wildly: "It's him! Lord Lord Voldemort, he's here to save us! I knew that the Lord might lose briefly, but he would never be in that group Mud breeders fail! "

Rabastan, who lowered his head again, was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost his life.

As if something in the dark is absorbing its vitality, this fragile little corpse withered to become a Reipi, Rabastan, feeling that the darkness beside him seemed to be a lot thicker, an inexplicable cold shroud After his body, a trace of energy was obviously passing through his exhausted body.

Rabastan felt like he could n’t breathe, his brain was blank, and the heating between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from the dementor ’s kiss gradually controlled him. From the appearance, his The pale skin can see the blue-black blood vessels below.

In the blurred vision during suffocation, Rabastan, who was attached to the fence, saw an indescribable figure and was walking away from the side.

An unspeakable horror made him unclear and his body twitched ...