This endless world

"Captain is indeed the well-deserved leader of our team. Even that Arot is obedient to you... The noble Brahmin is much better than us in terms of appearance, IQ, strength and demeanor. .”

A fair-skinned beauty with a veil on the other side giggled a few times and flattered her in time. Perhaps it was because she was used to this kind of life, but there was a rather disgusting element in her words. Guilty, but I didn't realize it.

"Of course, Manavia, after all, I have unlocked the second level of gene lock, and Alot is only the first level..."

The little monk first snorted proudly, but also warned Manavia: "But the situation of Arlot is different. It is not so much that he chose this bloodline for strength, but rather to satisfy his own addiction. The blood desire has specially strengthened this bloodline. After all, this pervert is morbidly crazy about the blood of virgins... Looking at his appearance, I really doubt whether this guy has vampire bloodline in the real world."

"Then why didn't Arlot exchange vampire blood and werewolf blood at the same time? It sounds like this demon-blood werewolf has the advantages of both." Xuenai asked curiously.

The little monk frowned and said displeased: "Xue Nai, you are also an old team member who has experienced several horror movies. How could you ask such a stupid question? Bloodline is the foundation of reincarnation. As long as you choose the bloodline , everything that follows, whether it is the exchange of weapons and props, or the choice of skills, will all revolve around bloodline... Strengthening two bloodlines at the same time will inevitably lead to bloodline conflicts, and even the stupidest reincarnation will not To do such a thing, do you think you can’t die quickly enough?”

Xuenai stuck out his tongue and said softly: "I'm sorry, captain, I'm not a mental controller. I don't have many side plots and reward points. I can only follow the team until now and only redeem them. Psychic chains and mental power scans... Aren't you looking at a few bloodlines and want this team battle to end and let you, the captain, help with the staff?"

"Right, Manavia?"

As he said that, Xuenai pulled Manavia beside him and twisted his waist. And Manavia also understood it, and she also smiled coquettishly and posed in a seductive pose, specifically showing off her exposed curves.

The two beauties with their own styles showed their charms at the same time, which immediately made the young monk feel horny. His throat vibrated violently, and he immediately said impatiently in the chain of his soul: "I will take care of you tonight. two!"

Just when the private chat between the three of them in the spiritual chain was gradually going astray, Arlot finally completed the inspection. He turned around and said: "Captain, no, the quality of the newcomers this time is pitifully low. There is no quality at all." Value in being our teammates.”

The young monk was still thinking about tonight's punishment game. Hearing this, he said casually: "Then we should follow the old rules. After returning to the main god's space, these four newcomers will be handed over to you... Don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, Captain." Arlot showed a bloodthirsty smile, and at the same time took out a crystal scalpel, put it to his mouth and took a lick: "I will pay close attention..."

"If you don't do it 'so quickly', you'll spoil them."

Regarding Arlot's bloodthirsty speech, the young monk just nodded casually: "Well, you can handle it yourself."

The life and death of the four newcomers were decided in one word. Only then did the young monk look at the surrounding environment and clothing, and said: "Looking at the current situation, we should have been assigned to the Death Eater camp by the Lord God... ...It’s better to change into corresponding clothes first, otherwise it will be too conspicuous.”

When the main god's protective shield disappeared, eleven figures also wearing cloaks perfectly blended into the group of people without attracting any attention.

Xuenai was also very clever in linking the loyal Manavia and the obedient Celasti with a spiritual chain, but did not link the newly taught Lamb and the unstable factor Arlot: "Captain, If this group of people are really Death Eaters, then they should all have the Dark Mark to identify each other, so does it really not matter if we join in?"

"How did you figure out these people were Death Eaters?"

The young monk sneered: "I am very familiar with this smell. I could smell it often when Alot first strengthened his bloodline. Now that so many werewolves are gathered together, the wolf smell in the air is almost overflowing. .”

"Are they all werewolves?" Xuenai was surprised and quietly moved closer to the little monk.

"It doesn't have to be all of them. Werewolves, vampires, and dark wizards are all possible, but most of them are not good things. I can feel it." The little monk's eyes hidden under the cloak flashed red light in the darkness, looking at him. Looking at the cloaked man on the hillside: "It seems that we have just entered, and these plot characters are about to make big moves..."

Suddenly, with a burst of air, a black figure suddenly appeared on the highest point of the hillside. This figure was tall and thin, wearing a robe, but his head was not covered - under the moonlight, everyone could clearly see that there was no hair on his head.

The visitor is bald.

Under normal circumstances, someone would have laughed in a low voice, but no one present laughed at all, and even the gasps were deliberately suppressed, because everyone could see his face clearly. He has a bald head, a complexion paler than a skull, two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils...

"Grass! Voldemort!"

The little monk cursed angrily in the spiritual chain: "I should have thought of it when I saw the main mission. The only person who can kill Dumbledore is Voldemort!"

"Master! Your loyal servant Fenrir Greyback has been looking forward to your return!"

Voldemort's appearance caused a commotion among the crowd, with a man whose body exuded the pungent smell of blood reacting most violently. He lifted up his cloak, revealing the face of a desperado. He slid to his knees and rushed to Voldemort's feet, as if he wanted to kiss the other man's robe.

"Very well, Greyback. I'm very happy to see that after seven years of disappearing, you, as the leader of the werewolves, are still extremely loyal to me."

Voldemort let out a satisfied laugh. Even if it was a laugh, there was no warmth in the laughter. Instead, it was like the cold wind in the cold winter, making people feel a chill. Many people who were closer to him could clearly see that although Voldemort praised Greyback's loyalty, he actually took half a step back without leaving any trace, just in time to avoid kissing the robe.

"I know, you all thought that I died together with the Potter family, didn't you?"

The crowd trembled and made no reply.

Voldemort had already expected this reaction. He chuckled and said slowly: "It doesn't matter, it's not important, because I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality, and Harry Potter is just a piece of cake worth mentioning." A stumbling block...and now, the Dark Lord has returned!"