Chapter 752 A Style that Advocates Too Much Freedom
( ) When Bayer's figure completely appeared in the confinement space, the ultimate embodiment of order and evil, premeditated and cunning cruelty, with their pure and diverse despicable atmosphere, made the Death Eaters in the hall fall into a trap after a brief moment of stagnation. Uncontrollable trembling.
This is not due to fear of Bayer's appearance, but a special ability of demons with a certain strength. Like dragons and dementors, they have the ability to instill fear deep in the hearts of creatures that are close to it within a certain range. These powerful monsters can make many enemies shrink or even be unable to resist in battle just by relying on the fear aura they exude.
At this time, the Death Eaters in the room, such as Bellatrix and Rabastan, who were considered elite wizards, could barely suppress their inner panic and were only trembling slightly, while Gilderoy Lockhart and others Unable to bear the terrifying aura of death and evil that enveloped Bayer, he collapsed on the ground and shivered. Of course, the Dark Lord himself was not affected at all. He just looked at the abyss devil in front of him at close range without saying a word. .
But after Bellatrix heard her beloved master being sarcastic by the devil in front of her, she raised her brows, clenched her fists, overcame the fear in her heart, and mustered up the courage to shout at Bayer: "Bold! How dare you! How dare you talk to the Dark Lord like this!"
Bair's eyes swept over the roaring female Death Eater. Bellatrix's body trembled slightly under this gaze, and it was unclear whether it was because of fear or anger.
Bayer retracted the long sword full of lightning held in his right hand and hung it on his waist, then leaned over and stretched out a finger to touch the blood hexagram confinement circle that was emitting silver light, and then the magic circle silver The light exploded, and the venom dripping from the corner of Bayer's mouth touched the magic circle and turned into black smoke and dispersed.
As if after judging the strength of this magic circle, Bayer stood up and focused on Bellatrix with his pupils raised, but suddenly, the mysterious man's wand suddenly waved, filled with all kinds of malicious evil. The aura suddenly burst out around the female Death Eater, and then dissipated, leaving the air filled with a thick smell of sulfur.
Bellatrix glanced at her master gratefully, and suddenly realized that just when Bair looked at her, he actually launched an attack on her while being imprisoned, and she was unaware of it. Fortunately, her master Keenly aware of and helped himself resolve the crisis.
Voldemort withdrew his wand and said, "I would have thought the devils would be more polite."
"I'm rude, Lord Dark Lord, but I don't mean any harm. I just hope that we won't be disturbed by these little bugs while we are talking." The reptile-like pupils in Bayer's burning yellow eyes were fixed on Voldemort. His voice was elegant and cold, which formed a huge contrast with his terrifying appearance at this time.
"You guys go out and wait." Voldemort's cold voice sounded. Although he helped Bella resolve Bayer's attack, he was eager to complete the deal and felt that the presence of these subordinates was quite annoying, and the mysterious man believed that he had a deal with the devil. It would be better if only they themselves knew the contents. Many of the subordinates in the hall were newly recruited and could not be trusted. Although Voldemort himself did not trust anyone, he did not want the contents of the transaction to be leaked by them intentionally or unintentionally. Danger.
The Death Eaters, such as Meng Dahe, who were struggling to resist the devil's fearful aura, bowed to their master and quickly and quietly began to retreat out of the door. However, they were paralyzed in place when the mysterious man chanted the curse just now. The confinement on the Muggles had not disappeared, they just stayed in place without any reaction.
Lucius Malfoy tried his best to control his thoughts with an expressionless face. The Dark Lord drove all his men out, and those Muggles who were paralyzed and coerced by the devil did not know that they could still listen in this situation. to and understand how much they talk. The Dark Lord could spend so much manpower and material resources and release an assassination mission even if it caused massacre. He didn't know what the success rate would be in the end. Originally, he wanted to explore more details before reporting it to Harris, but judging from the current situation, We can only find an opportunity to send a message back to remind Alan Harris to pay attention to safety.
Gilderoy Lockhart followed Rabastan, and before he was about to leave the room, he hesitated. A flash of bright white broke into his eyes. It was a woman with blond hair, tied in braids, and wearing a blue skirt. In his arms was a chubby little Muggle girl with big eyes, about three years old. Her chubby little hands covered her cheeks and she froze.
"Poor Muggles." Gilderoy didn't dare to delay. He took a quick glance and followed Rabastan out of the room and into the distance. He turned around again in the deep underground corridor, and the entrance to the room had been swallowed up by darkness.
In the hall, the mysterious man and the Devil faced each other face to face. Bayer and other Voldemort's men all exited the hall, "Lord Dark Lord, then, what is your wish that you want me to help you fulfill?"
"Kill a wizard for me." Voldemort narrowed his eyes viciously and demanded.
"666 Muggles." Bayer directly quoted the price.
"When you finish, I'll give you 777." Voldemort, who had no nose, noticed the devil's surprised look and twitched his face, and found an excuse for his anti-increase in order to satisfy the superstitious numbers, "As long as you are useful, I will always take action. Generous."
"You don't need to ask me to take action if it's cheap..." Bayer shrugged, instead of cutting the price back to satisfy his own superstitious figures, he happily accepted the condition, "Who does the Dark Lord want to kill?" Woolen cloth?"
"Alan Harris." Voldemort's voice was filled with anger and malice.
"Who?!" When he heard Allen's name, the flames in Bayer's eyes turned around, and he thought for a moment before rejecting the deal, "The Dark Lord doesn't know that Allen and I became friends in the wizarding competition. A close friend?"
"I don't know who the devil can make friends with." Voldemort pretended to be surprised and spread his hands, but his colleague, who was as red as a cat and had two slits, stared at Bayer's eyes, and began to judge the other party's rejection in his heart. the real reason.
"Dark Lord, you misunderstood. This is racial discrimination and prejudice against us devils..." Bayer shrugged, "I have many friends in your world, and many of them are still guests in my house..."
"Grand Duke Beyer, in that case, I would like to exchange some of your magical knowledge about Baator Hell, such as the summoning spells used by Alan Harris in the previous war at the Ministry of Magic. I have investigated and found that he met during the Wizarding Contest. Only after you did your knowledge in this area advance by leaps and bounds, maybe we can also make friends?" Voldemort proposed a deal again, and tried to use language to test whether the devil Bayer, who usually lives in Baator Hell, knew about the war at the Ministry of Magic. , because he had some scruples about Allen's strength, so he refused with this reason.
"666 Muggles." Bayer directly quoted the price.
"That's not a problem." This time the mysterious man just suppressed his dissatisfaction and did not increase the price again.
"Lord Dark Lord, since I also have the intention of making friends with you, then I can remind you as a friend that the aura of you and your people is too chaotic and evil... too advocating a free style, which makes us who are more disciplined It is relatively exclusive, so even if you obtain the same magical knowledge of our devil as Allen, even if you, Lord Dark Lord, can forcibly learn it and try to use it, the power you exert will definitely be far less than that of him who is more in tune with our camp, and The summoned things may even plot some conspiracy against you to hinder you...Sorry, this is due to the exclusion from 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 his hand, "I think you should get along with the Tanar'ri demons in the Abyss. Maybe, Lord Dark Lord, you know that my Bronze Fortress is the front line for us demons to fight them, so maybe Would the Dark Lord be more willing to use the magical knowledge of demons that I have collected over a long period of time?"
When Voldemort heard this, he thought of the information on summoning Cerberus that Bella had obtained through her previous adventure. Even if it was such a low-level hell creature, few of his subordinates could control it when their wills were against it. If it were a devil, summoning them out of order and then fighting, it might be more difficult and more likely to be disliked by the summoned devil. Although there is definitely nothing wrong with him, his group of Death Eaters, especially those elite confidants, are likely to encounter more serious casualties when they practice summoning higher-level devils. From this point of view, it is better to adopt the other party's suggestion.
Voldemort had no expression on his face, but his eyes quickly scanned Bair's two eyes in turn, as if he wanted to see from one of them that he was lying. Finally, the mysterious man had no patience to maintain false etiquette, and he was arrogant. He said innocently: "Prove it to me that it can rival the magic you gave to that little brat."
"As you wish." Bayer bowed exaggeratedly like a drama actor, and then a book nearly one meter long and half a meter wide appeared in its hand. The cover was composed of disorderly squirming pieces of meat. transcript.
Bayer casually tore off a page from the book. The book trembled violently in his hands and let out an ear-piercing scream. Drops of red blood flowed from the pages. The torn-off paper trembled violently. 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 took out his wand and tried to use the alien oath to summon the monster recorded in this document, which could 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. It is accompanied by the collection of all ugliness, evil and chaos, and is dedicated to the ultimate in chaos and destruction. The breath of disorder.
The creature looked like a nightmare monster, with more than a hundred bloated orange arms of different shapes surrounding a fleshy body core covered by powerful palms. The body has no other structure except a toothless mouth for feeding through the stomach cavity. Each arm carries a palm with fingers that look different in length, weight, and thickness, as well as long yellow claws on some of the fingers. Evil eyeballs blink continuously from the palms of each hand.
After a brief battle of wills, this hundred-eyed demon with an average diameter of more than twenty feet and a strong sense of independence expressed submission to the Dark Lord. Then, to the surprise of the mysterious man, this monster was like a huge wind. It rolled towards the immobile Muggles like a rolling grass. Under the trampling and crushing of the devil and the grabbing of its arms, more than ten of the Muggles fell down in one round. It turned into pieces, and then the monster threw these pieces around and killed more Muggles to vent its dissatisfaction.
Devil Bayer sneered at the devil's aimless destructive behavior, UU Reading www. uukanｓhu.net "Before we make a contract deal, these Muggles who died will not be counted on my head."
"I didn't order it to attack." Voldemort looked coldly indifferent to the killing of his summons.
"Sir, the Dark Lord, it is a demon. It is born like this. After its will wins against you, it will not attack you, but it will definitely attack others if it does not give orders..." Bayer shrugged and spread his hands in an innocent manner, " Such senseless waste is such a shame..."
"Stop." Voldemort gave the order, and the monster immediately succumbed and stopped in place motionless. And just as the Devil's Archduke said just now, using the devil's magic made the mysterious man feel better than when he summoned the low-level devil Cerberus before. It was much smoother, "The above records contain demons that can rival the Hell Fiends?"
"Barlow the Fire Demon." Bayer turned to one of the pages of the bloody and slimy book and pointed at the monster on it and replied, "But because of the characteristics of the bottomless abyss, the thing summoned every time is even a type of demon. They are all more or less different, 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.