Fantasy World Transmigration

"Rabastan!" Rabastan Lestrange's elder brother, Rodolphus Lestrange, noticed something was wrong with him. From his angle, he could see Rabastan's profile sticking out of the fence, that face Pale and terrifying, his eyes have completely lost focus, as if an indescribable fear dominated his mind.

Rodolphus Lestrange shouted, "Rabastan!"

But he found that his younger brother didn't respond to the stimulation of external sounds at all. The freshness of human beings seemed to be leaving this body, taking away the last bit of human warmth from this cold Death Eater with a breath of death, leaving only a cold Stiff, like the remains of a corpse.

His unfocused eyes stared directly at the passage leading to this prison. Because of the angles of the different cells, Rodolphus and Bellatrix couldn't see where he was looking at. Rabastan's lips were already white , His eyes were black and black, and as he breathed, a gust of frost gradually covered his upper lip, mouth and nose, and thick white mist spewed out from his mouth, condensing into ice slag on the iron fence.

He was twitching and trembling, and Rodolphus stared at him nervously, fearing that his soul would break out of this shell any second.

At this time, Bellatrix could already see the shadow of Morgoth in the corner of her eyes, and she noticed that a kind of darkness devouring the surrounding light gradually appeared around them, and even the brightness in the prison dropped a lot, A shadow that was much taller than ordinary people slowly appeared in her field of vision, and that shadow slowly turned around.

Seeing a pair of eyes shining like fierce flames in that inexplicable darkness...

"Ahhhh!" Bellatrix felt a powerful spirit rushing into her mind, she felt a cold tentacle seemed to protrude into her head, it could even be said to be cold, chaotic , dark, terribly evil things, they whispered in her head like tiny whispers.

The violent mental shock made her mouth and nose bleed, but she didn't care about it anymore.

What really frightened her and eagerly wanted to dig out her brain was the indescribable things that entered her mind, the voice of Melkor in the Great Movement of Creation, the origin of evil from another universe, usurped Faerun After the chaotic consciousness of the world's abyss will and the dark and evil force, the flower of evil blooms again.

Believers and priests of the gods called it 'Whispers of the Abyss'!

As an evil god with powerful divine power in the multiverse with evil aura, fear aura, and dark aura, Morgoth's own "Whispers of the Abyss" is enough to brainwash the archons and noble races in the upper plane.

Black gore flowed from Bellatrix's facial features, her body was shaking violently,

The aftereffects of being tortured by the dementors made her a little crazy. Rodolphs ran over in horror and raised her head with trembling hands, but it was too late—Bellatrix in Azkaban The fragile spirit that has been tortured day and night has already suffered irreversible trauma after being hit by the first wave of dark force and evil aura.

"It seems that fragile human beings still have difficulty seeing my true face..." Morgoth on Chen sighed.

He restrained the fluctuations he released unconsciously, and walked out of the dense, indissoluble darkness that looked like a human being, in order to prevent the prisoners of Azkaban from being driven mad by the true face of Morgoth , he deserves to come in front of them in human form, with exactly the same face as Chen Ang, but he won't be considered a person.

Morgoth's own dark force, the fear of light and destruction is too strong for human beings, it is like the human consciousness is difficult to understand a kind of information, but it is forced into their brains to understand, and this kind of Compared with the pain, the information of appearance is so insignificant that it is often ignored.

Just like an actor with superb acting skills, when interpreting different roles, people are often confused by their temperament, and forget that it is the same face.

At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban could barely break free from the suffocating darkness surrounding Morgoth. Bellatrix's struggling and trembling body gradually calmed down, and Rabastan did not. Twitch again.

At this time, the organized criminals held in Azkaban had the energy to look at this uninvited guest.

Morgoth glanced over their faces one by one, and he whispered their names: "Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lai Strange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Augustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow..."

"There are a total of twenty-eight pure-blood families in the British magic world... I have seen many people here. Some even have a family here..."

"Twenty-eight...pure blood... The reason why pure blood is called pure blood is not because they have good bloodlines and natural magic power, but because they think they are more 'pure blood' than others, I am glad Not one of you 'swingers', pure-blood families who "approve and disapprove" have twenty-eight and a half summons..."

Rodolphus Lestrange struggled to stand up, looked at Chen Ang, and asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are?"

"You are not worthy to know my name..." Morgoth glanced at Bellatrix, who was lying on the ground, nodded and smiled, "Unless you imagine her...with your shallow power, you are looking directly at me. I, the moment I hear our names, I will inevitably go crazy. So, you can follow the tradition here and call me—the mysterious person.”

"No...you don't deserve that title!" Bellatrix on the ground seemed to have heard something, and her body instinctively struggled fiercely. She looked at Morgoth's face, even though her spirit had already received irreparable damage , half insanity, usually due to some kind of obsession, she roared: "That title belongs to a great king, his power is beyond your imagination..."

"He's You-Know-Who... and you're just a clown. A poor imitator!"

As soon as Bellatrix said this, the air in the entire cell became quiet, and the Death Eaters were almost suffocating in silence. Among them, there were various reasons for becoming Voldemort's followers. The bully, the power-hungry, just for a touch of the Dark Lord's majesty, and the brutal, tyrannical, attracted to a leader who could teach them higher forms of cruelty.

They are all people who feel that they are getting weaker and weaker in the changing times of the magic world. They have one thing in common, that is, they feel mental discomfort and loss of interests now that half-blood wizards are gradually dominating the development of the magic world.

Those who have lost their interests hope to go back to the past, to the era when they could do whatever they wanted with just a surname.

Going back to the era when the pure blood dominated the magical world and made them feel safe, powerful and superior. At this time, Voldemort became the leader they elected, and they believed that Voldemort could give them the results they wanted.

But now that Voldemort has failed once, many people have woken up from the momentary fanaticism and realized that Voldemort may not be able to give them what they want. The reason why the Death Eaters still retain a complete organization is only because They have nowhere to go, and unless Voldemort returns, they will all be locked up in Azkaban to die!

At this time, Voldemort became a symbol - a symbol of hope.

Moreover, this leader is really cold-blooded and cruel, so cruel that some Death Eaters feel cruel. They fear his punishment and dare not disobey him. Old Malfoy's subsequent betrayal not only represented him alone, but a large group of Death Eaters held the same idea as Old Malfoy.

So, except for a lunatic like Bellatrix, they would rather not talk.

"Him?" Morgoth chuckled. "You mean Tom Riddle?"

A black book slipped down from his sleeve without a sound, and he held it in his right hand. Morgoth looked at Bellatrix's crazy and angry eyes and said calmly: "Or, according to your terms- — Voldemort?"