Chapter 229 The Death Hall is connected to Hell
"But why is this happening?"
Dracula frowned slightly as he looked at the magic flow in his palm that gradually merged with the dark gray curtain.
There is no Silent Man in the Death Hall, and there is nothing else. There is only such an old and dilapidated arch, so only the arch has enough energy to represent death.
But if this is the power from death, then why is it the same source as the magic power from darkness in his body?
Then, Dracula suddenly chuckled.
"Whether it is death or darkness, why don't you take it back and look at it?"
Dracula could feel that although the magic power integrated with the curtain was less connected to him, it was still within control.
As a result, he rotated his palm slightly, and a black hole seemed to appear in the palm of his hand, sucking in the crimson magic power in front of him and the dark gray fluid on the curtain, forming a gray and red vortex.
The curtains on the arch swayed without wind. As the black hole in Dracula's palm pulled, wisps of thin smoke floated out, gradually filling the entire hall with a mist.
Dark gray smoke and crimson magic flowed side by side, sinking into Dracula's palm and slowly intertwining with the magic in his body.
The next moment, Dracula's hole suddenly shrank.
He felt that the total amount of magic power that he thought had reached its limit long ago, the energy that had not changed at all for hundreds of years, suddenly showed a slight trend of growth!
The energy representing death on the arch can actually be absorbed by Dracula and then used for his own use!
And Dracula can sense that there is another mysterious space behind the arch, which contains an inexhaustible energy source.
Dracula subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to enter that space directly through the arch.
Unlike Voldemort, he actually doesn't have much thought about getting stronger. But he will be interested in changes that have not occurred for a long time, and want to make some changes to his unchanged body.
So Dracula took a step forward...
"You don't want to get in there at this time."
Just when Dracula was about to step into the arch, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
With Dracula's perception ability, he had never noticed when there was another person here before.
He stopped and turned around in surprise.
I saw a figure standing in the mist, wearing a gorgeous red cloak and a long hood that covered his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.
This appearance is really very familiar.
Dracula: "..."
"It's hard for me to imagine that I would be so bored." Looking at the hooded man in front of him, his expression was very strange, "Do you need to dress like this? It's not like I don't know who you are anyway."
"...The form still has to go a bit." The hooded man was silent for a moment and said in an unclear voice.
"...As long as you are happy." Dracula crossed his arms and tugged at him, "Then tell me, why do you say I don't want to enter there at this time? In fact, you should know I really want to go inside that arch."
"It's not time yet." The hooded man said vaguely.
"But why can't you speak clearly?" Dracula's mouth twitched, "I can't imagine that one day I will become a Riddler like you."
"There are many things you can't think of!" The hooded man suddenly chuckled, and Dracula could even imagine the corners of his mouth raised under the hood.
For the first time, he realized that when others saw the evil smile on his lips, they were as angry as he was now.
"What's the point of having nothing to do..." Dracula took out the time converter he had just received from the Time Hall from his pocket and curled his lips disdainfully, "If it's not just five hours, what else can happen? Isn’t it a big change that hasn’t been seen in more than a thousand years?”
"Who told you that I came back five hours later?" the hooded man said nonchalantly, "I told you, there are many things that you can't imagine."
The Dracula boy shrank suddenly and stared at the figure in a gorgeous red cloak.
This outfit was a temporary purchase at Madam Malkin's Clothing Store in order to fight with his past self. He had never worn it again except when traveling through time.
Obviously, this figure is Dracula himself in the future.
But he couldn't tell how long it had been since his future self returned to the present.
If not five hours, is it a day? Or a month? Even a year or even many years?
If his future self really returns to the present many years later, is he just here to prevent his past self from entering this arch?
What is inside this arch?
"Tell me, why don't you let me in?" Dracula asked bluntly.
"Haven't you ever thought about the true meaning of the 'Hall of Death'?" the hooded man said softly.
"Doesn't it mean that the power of death is stored in it?" Dracula frowned, "I'm still wondering why my magic power and the power of death seem to come from the same source."
"But why didn't you think that with the abilities of those wizards, how could they store such a large amount of energy of time, universe, love and even death?" The hooded man asked, "Just because they are not even three-legged cats. Research level?"
Dracula fell silent.
“Think about it carefully, the Department of Mysteries existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established.” The hooded man said, “In other words, the reason why the Ministry of Magic was established here is for this Department of Mysteries. "
"So... what's in here?" After a moment of silence, Dracula asked softly.
"The curtains are constantly fluttering even if there is no wind. This is because life is dying in the world every moment." The hooded man said, "And in this space, the stone steps gradually descending around it mean life. The gradual aging..."
"Haven't you figured it out yet? What kind of place is the world behind the arch?"
Dracula turned back to look at the old and dilapidated arch, and a hint of surprise gradually flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that this arch would be so important that it would be worth my while to find a way to go back in time and stop myself from entering." He suddenly laughed, "But have you ever thought about it, the more people try to dissuade me, the more I I want to go in and take a look!”
Before he finished speaking, before the hooded man could react, Dracula suddenly turned around and stepped decisively into the dark gray curtain inside the arch.
Take one step forward and change the world!
The first thing that catches the eye is a large sea of umbrella-shaped flowers with curled petals and no leaves.
Countless Manzhu Shahua.
Dobby planted several flowers in Dracula's office, and Andros also had dozens of them in the secret place on top of Mount Olympus, but they had never been as shocking as the red petals covering the ground.
The sky also turned completely dark gray, contrasting sharply with the bright flowers on the ground.
There is no sun in the sky, and there is a dim light coming from nowhere, and a gloomy world appears before our eyes.
At the end of the sea of flowers, tall mountain peaks rise abruptly from the red ground. They all look like they are stained with scarlet blood and form a continuous patch.
In the gloomy purgatory, endless phantoms of bones floated in mid-air, struggling to move their mutilated bodies from time to time.
Seven or eight huge mountains of dry bones stand tall, and endless bloody rivers roll between the bones...
In the center of this space, there is a figure sitting on a throne of bones. A dark cloak hangs down behind him. Countless skull-like shadows fill the hem of the cloak, struggling and wailing all the time. He didn't want to drag the owner of the cloak into the river of blood around him, but it was like a cricket shaking a tree, unable to move at all.
Even with Dracula's more than a thousand years of experience, he never thought that he would see such a scene one day.
There was some unavoidable movement in his eyes, and he slowly raised his steps, walking towards the throne of bones in the distance in the endless sea of flowers.
Dracula was a little curious as to who could live in such a hell.
Is there really a God of Death in this world, as in the legend in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"?
This feeling that disrupted his inherent cognition constantly stimulated Dracula's nerves, making him only full of interest in the new environment without any awe and fear of the unknown.
As Dracula continued to penetrate deeper, the cloak on the throne of bones slowly swayed.
The figure on the throne raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.
There was almost no flesh and blood on his face, only a face made of dry skin and bones. It was no different from an ordinary skeleton, only more terrifying and more powerful.
"Such a rich darkness." The skull did not open its mouth, but an obscure and terrifying voice came from the body, "It is really rare that such a rich darkness has never asked for my help in this world, but came directly here."
"Oh?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "So...many people with dark bodies can still seek your help?"
"Of course, without my help, how could they have obtained that kind of power that is so powerful that it should not belong to this world." The skull stood up proudly, raised his arm and waved, throwing the cloak far behind his back.
Not only is his figure not as skinny as his face, but he looks extremely strong. Coupled with his tall height, it can give people a sense of pressure coming towards him.
"You mean, your power doesn't belong to this world?" Dracula asked with interest.
"I don't belong to what you call the world." The skull said, "Now that you have come to this world, don't you understand who I am?"
"Really?" Dracula shrugged, "It turns out there is such a thing as the God of Death. I always thought it was Beedle's guy who made it up."
"Since you know that I am the God of Death, it's fine if you don't surrender to me, but you still don't know how to respect me?" Dracula's indifferent attitude made the God of Death a little angry, "Aren't you afraid of death, mortal?"
"Afraid of death?" Dracula sneered, "I'm tired of living a long time ago. If you can help me die, then you're awesome."
grim Reaper:"……"
He looked at Dracula carefully with his dark gray eyes, and his expression gradually darkened.
"It turns out you are a damn race called the Vampires. You have the purest Vampire blood flowing in your body..." The God of Death said in a cold voice, "It's really disgusting."
"What happened to the Vampires?" Dracula frowned, "Aren't the Vampires an ordinary race in the magic world?"
"An ordinary race?" Death sneered, "That's fine if that's the case, but it's a pity..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly skipped the previous topic, "Young blood boy, I really can't kill you. But I can definitely imprison you here forever, so that you can never escape from here!"
Death reached forward. As he moved, it seemed as if the entire space was rotating with him, and extremely powerful pressure acted on Dracula's body.
It was rare for Dracula to feel such strong pressure, but a smile appeared on his lips.
"He is indeed the God of Death. He is indeed different from those earthly chickens and dogs in this world." He laughed wantonly, "Hahahaha... it's exciting enough!"
The blood-red light in Dracula's eyes flowed rapidly, and countless dark energy burst out from his body. The death power that filled the space also merged with Dracula's own magic power, blowing the cloak behind him. It has to make hunting noises,
His wings suddenly spread out, and Dracula dodged and flew into the air, driving a bloody river to swirl around his body. In a short time, he used the power around him to fight against the oppression of the entire space.
"It's useless, vampire, this is my home court!" Death hissed coldly.
The next moment, an even more violent aura was suppressed.
Dracula frowned and turned his head to look in the direction he came from. There should have been an old arch with a dark gray curtain standing in the sea of flowers, but it was empty at this time.
"Oh, I'm not interested in staying here with you any longer." Dracula's figure quickly floated back in the air, avoiding the most powerful area, and then summoned a silent dark moon behind him. .
"It's useless, this is not the world you are in, and your space magic will not work." The God of Death laughed wildly, rolling up an even more manic storm.
However, at this moment, a wisp of gray and red magic power suddenly emerged from the shadow of the dark moon. Dark Moon, who had never been able to contact the outside world, seemed to have a coordinate in the endless fog, and her position was instantly determined!
When this wisp of red and gray magic appeared, the expression on the skull-like face of the God of Death changed drastically.
"This... this is... this kind of ability is definitely not something you can possess! This is impossible..." He murmured, "Why... the vampire..."
Dracula didn't hear what the God of Death was saying specifically, so he disappeared into the sea of bright red flowers along with the faint moonlight.
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