Chapter 752
When Bayer's figure fully appeared in the prison room, the ultimate embodiment of order and evil, premeditated cunning cruelty with their pure and diverse despicable aura made the Death Eaters in the hall fall into a panic after a short period of sluggishness. Self-controlled tremors.
This is not due to the fear of Bayer's appearance, but a special ability of demons with certain strength. Like giant dragons and dementors, they have the ability to make creatures within a certain range of it fear in the depths of their hearts. ——These powerful monsters can make many enemies shy or even unable to resist in battle just by relying on the aura of fear they radiate.
At this time, among the Death Eaters in the room, elite wizards like Bellatrix and Rabastan could barely restrain their inner panic and trembled slightly, while those like Gilderoy Lockhart The flow could no longer bear the terrifying breath of death and evil that enveloped Bayer, and he collapsed on the ground trembling—of course, the Dark Lord himself was not affected at all, he just looked at the bird in front of him at close range without saying a word. Abyss Demon.
It's just that Bellatrix raised her brows and clenched her fists after hearing her beloved master being mocked by the devil in front of her. Overcoming the fear in her heart, she forced her courage and shouted at Bayer: "Bold! How dare you! How dare you talk to Lord Dark Lord like this!"
Bayer's eyes swept over the roaring female Death Eater, and Bellatrix trembled slightly under this gaze, unable to distinguish whether it was from fear or anger.
Bayer retracted the long sword filled with lightning in his right hand and hung it on his waist, then leaned over and stretched out a finger to let his nails touch the blood hexagram imprisoning magic circle that was emitting silver light, and then the magic circle silvered In a flash, the venom dripping from the corner of Bayer's mouth touched the magic circle and turned into black smoke and scattered away.
After judging the strength of the magic circle, Bayer stood up and focused his pupils on Bellatrix, but suddenly, the mysterious man swung his wand, filled with all kinds of malicious evil. The breath burst out around the female Death Eater in an instant, and then disappeared, and the air was instantly filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
Bellatrix glanced at her master gratefully, and suddenly realized that when Bayer looked at her just now, he actually launched an attack on herself while being imprisoned, and she didn't realize it. Fortunately, the master was keenly aware of and helped him resolve the crisis.
Voldemort retracted his wand: "I thought the devils would be more polite."
"I'm being rude, Lord Dark Lord, but I mean no harm, I just hope that we won't be disturbed by these little bugs when we talk." Byer's reptile-like pupils in his burning yellow eyes were fixed on Voldemort, and he His voice was elegant and cold, which formed a huge contrast with his terrifying appearance at this time.
"You go out and wait." Voldemort's cold voice sounded. Although he helped Bella defuse Bayer's attack, he was eager to complete the deal and felt that the presence of these men was quite troublesome, and the mysterious man thought that his deal with the devil It is better that only they know the content. Many of the subordinates in the hall are newly recruited and cannot be trusted - although Voldemort himself does not trust anyone, so he does not want the transaction content to be leaked by them intentionally or unintentionally. danger of going out.
The Death Eaters, who were struggling to resist the devil's fear aura, were like Meng Dahe. After saluting their master, they quickly and silently began to retreat out of the door—and they were paralyzed when the mysterious man chanted the spell just now. The restraint on the Muggles who were in place had not disappeared, they just stayed in place completely unresponsive.
Lucius Malfoy tried his best to control his thoughts with a blank face. The Dark Lord drove out all his subordinates, and those Muggles who were paralyzed and under the pressure of the devil didn't know how to survive in this situation. Hear and understand how much they talk. The assassination mission that can cost the Dark Lord so much manpower and material resources, even if it causes a massacre, does not know how successful it will be in the end. Originally, he wanted to explore more details and then report to Harris.
But looking at the current situation, we can only find an opportunity to send back a message to remind Alan Harris to pay attention to safety.
Gilderoy Lockhart followed behind Rabastan, and before he was about to leave the room, he froze when a bright white came into his eyes. It was a woman with blond hair, braided braids, and a white skirt. He was holding a chubby little Muggle girl with big eyes in her arms, about three years old, and she froze when she covered her cheek with her fleshy little hands.
"Poor Muggle." Gildero didn't dare to procrastinate. With a quick glance, he followed Rabastan out of the room and walked to the distance. He turned around again in the deep underground corridor, and the entrance of the room had been swallowed up by darkness.
In the hall, the mysterious man and the Grand Duke faced each other. Byer and other Voldemort's subordinates all exited the hall, "My Lord Dark Lord, then, what is the wish you want me to help you achieve?"
"Help me kill a wizard." Voldemort narrowed his eyes viciously and made a request.
"666 Muggles." Bayer quoted the price directly.
"When you finish, I'll give you 777." Voldemort, who had no bridge of nose, noticed the devil's surprised eyes twitch, and found an excuse for his anti-increase behavior in order to meet the superstitious figures, "As long as you are useful, I will always sell you." Generous."
"If it's cheap, you don't need to ask me to make a move..." Bayer shrugged, and instead of cutting the price back to satisfy his own superstitious figure, he happily accepted the condition, "Who does the Lord Dark Lord want to kill?" Woolen cloth?"
"Alan Harris." Voldemort's voice was filled with anger and malice.
"Who?!" Hearing Alan's name, the flames in Bayer's eyes twitched, and he rejected the deal after a moment of thought, "Master Dark Lord doesn't know that Alan and I became famous in the Wizarding Tournament. Make friends?"
"I don't know who the devil can make friends with." Voldemort spread his hands pretending to be surprised, but his red cat-like colleagues stared at Byer's eyes, and began to judge the other party's rejection in his heart. real reason.
"Master Dark Lord, you have misunderstood, you are racially discriminatory, and you are prejudiced against us devils..." Baier shrugged, "I have many friends in your world, and many of them are still guests at my house..."
"Grand Duke Bayer, since this is the case, I would like to exchange some of your magic knowledge of Baator Hell, such as the summoning spells used by Alan Harris in the previous Ministry of Magic War. After meeting you, my knowledge in this area has improved by leaps and bounds, maybe we can also make friends?" Voldemort once again proposed a deal, and tried to use words to test whether the devil Bayer, who usually lives in Baator Hell, knew about the Ministry of Magic. In the war, he had some scruples about Allen's strength, so he refused with this reason.
"666 Muggles." Bayer quoted the price directly.
"That's not a problem." This time the mysterious man just suppressed his unhappiness and didn't increase the price again.
"Lord Dark Lord, since I also intend to make friends with you, I can remind you as a friend that the aura of you and your people is too chaotic and evil... too much advocating freedom, which makes us who are more disciplined It's more repulsive, so even if you get the magic knowledge of our devils that is exactly the same as Allen, even if you can learn and try to use it forcibly, Mr. Dark Lord, the power you will exert will definitely be far inferior to him who is more in tune with our camp, and The summoned thing may even plan some conspiracy against you... Sorry, this is due to the exclusion of the rules of the plane, and the devils are used to doing things according to the rules..." Then, Bayer waved his hand unconsciously With a flaming whip in the middle, "I think you should get along well with those Tanar'ri demons in the Abyss, maybe you know, Lord Dark Lord, my bronze fortress is the front line for us devils to fight them, so maybe Would the Lord Dark Lord be more willing to use the magical knowledge of demons that I have collected for a long time?"
Hearing this, Voldemort thought of the information about summoning hellhounds that Bella had ventured to get before. Even for such low-level hell creatures, few of his subordinates could control them when they fought against their will. If it is replaced by devils, summoning them out of order to fight against them may be more difficult and easier to be hated by the summoned devils. Although there is definitely nothing wrong with him, the Death Eaters under him, especially those elite confidants, are likely to encounter more serious deaths and injuries when they practice summoning higher-level devils. From this point of view, it is better to adopt the other party's suggestion.
Voldemort's face was expressionless, but his eyes scanned Bair's eyes quickly in turn, as if trying to see from one of them that he was lying, and finally You-Know-Who had no patience for maintaining false politeness, and he was arrogant "Prove it to me, it's as good as the magic you gave that brat."
"As you wish." Bayer bowed exaggeratedly like a drama actor, and then a hand with a cover of nearly one meter long and half a meter wide appeared in its hand, which was composed of disorderly wriggling pieces of meat. transcript.
Baier tore a page from the book casually, the book trembled violently in its hands, and let out an ear-piercing scream. Drops of red blood flowed from the page, and the torn-off paper was trembling. The black smoke broke through the confinement circle and flew towards the mysterious man.
Voldemort felt the evil aura emanating from the paper. After pondering for a while, Voldemort pulled out his wand, and tried to use the otherworldly oath to summon the monster recorded in this document, which can only be regarded as a mid-level demon, from the bottomless abyss. his world.
Although the power is much smaller than when Bayer appeared, the aura contained in it is completely different from when Bayer appeared. Accompanied by the collection of all ugliness, evil, and chaos, it is dedicated to chaos and destruction attributed to the extreme of brutality Disorderly breath.
The creature looked like a nightmare monster, with more than a hundred swollen and different orange arms surrounding a fleshy body core covered by powerful palms. The body has no structure other than a toothless mouth for feeding into the stomach cavity. Each arm bears a palm with different numbers of fingers, short, fat, and thin, as well as long yellow claws on some of the fingers, and evil eyeballs are constantly blinking from the palms of each hand.
After a brief confrontation of wills, the hundred-eyed demon with an average diameter of more than twenty feet and a strong independent consciousness expressed obedience to the Dark Lord. Then, to the surprise of the mysterious person, this monster was like a huge wind. Playing around like rolling grass, roaming like rolling towards those immobile Muggles. Under the trampling and crushing of the devil and the grabbing of the arms, more than a dozen of the Muggles who had no resistance fell down in one round. Turned into pieces, and then the monster threw these pieces around and killed more Muggles to vent their dissatisfaction.
The devil Bayer sneered at the devil's aimless destructive behavior, "Before we make a contract transaction, these dead Muggles will not be counted on my head."
"I didn't order it to attack." Voldemort was coldly indifferent to the killing of his summons.
"Master Dark Lord, it is a demon, it is born like this, after its will wins against you, it will not attack you, but if it does not give orders, it will definitely attack other people..." Bayer shrugged and spread his hands in an innocent manner, "This Such a pointless waste of behavior is a pity..."
"Stop." Voldemort gave the order, and the monster immediately succumbed and stopped in place, and as the Grand Duke of the Devil said just now, using the devil's magic made the mysterious man feel better than when he summoned the low-level devil hellhound. It's much smoother, "Is there any demon in the above records that can rival the demons of the deep hell?"
"Baro the Balrog." Byer turned the bloody and sticky book to one of the pages and pointed to the monster on it and replied, "But because of the characteristics of the bottomless abyss, every time the thing summoned is even a type of demon There are more or less certain differences, maybe a little weaker, maybe a little stronger."
"Contract." Voldemort turned to the devil in the confinement circle and ordered, then waved his hand gently, and the screaming page flew into his robe.