Chapter 315: Change the world
Take one step forward and change the world!
The scene was the same as the last time I entered behind the curtain. The first thing that caught my eye was a large sea of umbrella-shaped flowers with curled petals and no leaves.
Countless Manzhu Shahua are spread all over the dark earth, and the red petals are like waves.
The sky is dark gray, there is no sun in the sky, and there is a hazy light coming from nowhere, and a gloomy world emerges before our eyes.
At the end of the sea of flowers, there are towering mountain peaks. A tall figure sits on a throne of bones. A dark cloak hangs down behind him, and countless skull-like shadows fill the hem of the cloak.
However, what is different from the first time I saw it is that at this moment, the densely packed skulls on the cloak of death are screaming in pain, and countless black flocculent energy is spat out from the mouths of the skulls, connected to the void that leads to nowhere. among.
Feeling the constant fluctuations of power from the God of Death spreading to the outside world, Dracula raised a smile on his lips.
He knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had successfully completed their respective tasks.
"Then, leave the rest to me."
Dracula slowly took a few steps forward, playing with the Elder Wand that he had snatched from Dumbledore with a disarming spell.
This wand only recognizes the strong. If it does not do so, it will not be able to exert its true power, so Dracula and Dumbledore played a not-so-fake match - Dumbledore, who has long passed his prime, Its total magic power is already a bit lower than Dracula, so the handover ceremony of the Elder Wand went smoothly.
This time, Dracula, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, walked very close to the Throne of Bones. The God of Death sitting on the Throne of Bones suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.
"who is it?!"
His face, which had almost no flesh and blood and was only made of dry skin and bones, opened and closed, and he asked in a hoarse voice.
"I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Death." Dracula chuckled and said casually under the cover of his invisibility cloak, "I'm here to pay back the debt that you drove away in embarrassment last time."
Death's dark gray eyes were tinged with darkness as he stared at the place where the sound came from.
"It's you! That vampire boy from last time." He said coldly, "You really picked a good time. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations. You can even find my invisibility cloak... Wait! "
In Death's cold voice, his strong confidence suddenly wavered a bit, "You actually collected all three of those things?"
"Are you scared?" Dracula asked playfully, twirling the Elder Wand between his fingers.
"Afraid?" A laughter like gold and iron colliding came out of the God of Death's throat, "You may not understand the gap between us. Life in your world and I have never been on the same level. This is far from you. Those few small items can make up for it!”
"Really?" Listening to Death's strong declaration, Dracula raised his lips with interest, "Then why are you anxious? Since the gap between us is so big, shouldn't you just sit still and let me beat you? Is it right?"
Fire flashed in the grim eyes of the God of Death.
"Vampire, you are provoking me." He said coldly.
"Didn't you say that we are not on the same level?" Dracula chuckled, "If the gap is really as big as you said, you won't be harmed no matter what I do...or, you are... bluff?"
Death's voice was still.
The dark sky became lower than before, with thick ink-like dark clouds stacked together thickly, and an ugly face that was indistinguishable from the god of death looked down in the direction of Dracula.
The blood-colored river water in the countless surrounding mountains surged rapidly, and rows of huge waves exuding a fishy smell came one after another. Countless skeletons broke free from the cage, and the thick skeletons covered with chains almost touched the sky and the sky. The faces are woven together.
Heavy pressure fell on Dracula, as if there was a weight of the world, making him almost breathless.
"Tsk, you stingy guy, you can't even take a joke." Dracula frowned, then sneered and shook his head.
A pair of dark, wide wings supported by several sharp bones spread out impressively behind his back. Dracula, bearing the weight of a world, slowly flew into the air.
The invisibility cloak had lost its invisibility effect at some point and turned into a fluid covering Dracula's skin, sharing the pressure of the entire world and resisting the ever-present erosion;
The Resurrection Stone shines rhythmically on the ring, gradually turning into the same color as Dracula's burgundy eyes, guarding his mental and spiritual stability;
Dracula waved the Elder Wand slowly and steadily, drawing a circle around him——
A full moon quietly emerged in a world that was about to plunge into darkness, giving the dark clouds covering the sky and the crimson river water that rolled over the earth a touch of silver light.
Dracula slowly rose into the sky in the light of the full moon, his silver hair motionless in the wind, and his dark wings blocked half of the moonlight, casting a deep and lonely shadow on the blood-stained ground.
A stream of blood as smooth as satin flowed behind the wings, turning into a bright red stream, winding in a graceful arc outside the dark moonlight, and flowing in the direction traced by Dracula's slender fingers.
The blood-colored satin-like stream keeps flowing and swirling, and the full moon floats quietly... facing off against the dark clouds and the scarlet river water of this world.
Before Dracula's magic was fully formed, dark clouds and scarlet river water were already pressing down like mountains... not just like mountains, but there were really thirteen mountains covered with corpses pressing down on him!
"Boom——"
The bloody stream collided with the scarlet river water, the bright full moon illuminated the dark clouds, and Dracula raised one hand to support the overlapping mountain peaks...
Although the size and momentum of Dracula's and Death's spells seemed completely disproportionate, the situation between the two parties was strangely stalemate——
The overlapping mountains have stagnated, the streams and rivers have stopped flowing, the dark clouds have stopped rolling, and even the light emitted by the full moon has stopped at half, no longer illuminating any more!
"What did you do?" Death's hoarse voice sounded in the darkness where the moonlight did not shine. The voice was mixed with surprise and confusion, "Why is my power suddenly out of control?"
Dracula chuckled.
He released his left hand holding the mountain, gently flapped his wings, and flew lightly around the still blood-colored stream to the other side of the full moon.
The chaotic environment that was originally emitting bursts of roaring sounds has now become silent, as if all sounds have been lost in an instant, and any medium for sound transmission has been isolated. The silence is frightening.
"When I first came to this world, I was actually thinking about one thing..."
Dracula's voice rang out in the silence. There was no echo, but it seemed particularly loud and harsh.
"I was wondering, as we are both dark, can I use the energy here in turn?" he said calmly.
"I once asked a friend to do an experiment to determine the difference between several different dark energies - it turns out that there is no difference. In other words, all darkness comes from the same source."
"It wasn't long before I learned that there was such a world of death."
"The conclusion is obvious. This is the source of all darkness in the world. Since I can control the dark energy in this world, I should be able to control the energy here as well..."
"When the three Deathly Hallows eliminate the interference of authority in this world for me, then the darkness here should be divided into half for me!"
Dracula suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers——
The red river surges back, the mountains return, and the clouds recede!
Almost instantly, he took over half of Death's control over the world, driving the attack that was originally launched against him, and instead returned it to Death on the throne of bones!
The God of Death had never thought that such a scene would happen. He was caught off guard and, along with his throne, was crashed down by thirteen mountains.
Under the violent impact, a huge crack opened in the entire ground, tearing open a huge canyon, and there seemed to be scarlet waves rushing in the depths of the canyon.
"How could you...how could you control the power of this world in such a short period of time?" The Throne of Bones rose from below the scarlet canyon, and the God of Death sat on the throne, asking somewhat embarrassedly.
"Maybe you don't believe it, but I have used this power many times." Dracula smiled happily, thinking about the mark in his gloomy wooden wand that could control darkness.
"But so what?" Death said hoarsely, "The most you can do is take away half of the power of this world, and the most you can do is coexist with me here... Let me see what else you can do to me!"
"Wrong!" Dracula's smile became more playful, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Death? Before I entered this world, you lent your power to two living wizards!"
The dead gray eyes of the god of death suddenly shrank.
He hurriedly moved the countless skulls on the hem of the cloak, trying to cut off their power connection with the outside world.
"Stop struggling, Mr. Death, it's not so easy to take back the borrowed power." Dracula said with a smile, "Especially since you have been deprived of half of your power by me, it will be extremely slow to take it back by force. .”
"Those two guys are a little bad, but it cannot be denied that they are both extremely outstanding and powerful wizards. They are undisputedly ranked among the top in the history of the entire magical world."
"How can they easily return the power they borrowed to you?"
Dracula chuckled and waved his hand to Death.
"Farewell, Mr. Death."
An incomparably powerful force, carrying the power of half the world, crushed the God of Death.
The God of Death tried to use the power he still had left in his body to resist, but in the end he could not overcome the power gap with Dracula... Gradually, the God of Death's power seemed to be slowly being crushed by a millstone, becoming weaker and weaker.
Under this ebb and flow, the pressure on Dracula became stronger and stronger.
Dracula gradually realizes what the so-called "Reaper" is - it is nothing more than a dark creature that can control dark energy.
When Death saw Dracula for the first time, he became disgusted with his identity as a vampire - because as the purest dark creature, Dracula is almost the only person who has the opportunity to control the dark energy here.
The God of Death felt a strong threat from Dracula.
As for Herbo and Slytherin, who originally wanted to replace the position of the God of Death, their wishes were actually wishful thinking from the beginning... If they were not born with darkness, they would not be able to control the energy here, and they would not be able to truly become the "God of Death".
The figure on the Throne of Bones turned into tiny specks of dark light, and was crushed and crushed into powder. This space soon lost all signs that this "God of Death" had ever existed.
The skulls on his cloak fled in all directions, jumped into the scarlet river, and merged with the countless skeletons into a group; the bones spliced together on the throne of bones struggled desperately, and seemed to want to follow those skulls.
Dracula waved his hand and allowed the skeletons to return to their original state and jump into the river.
Then, he slowly walked towards the sea of flowers on the other side of the flower, looking at the earth that had been restored to its original state after a battle in the blink of an eye, and the dark gray gloomy sky.
"It seems to be over?"
It is indeed over.
Dracula let out a long sigh.
The previous God of Death completely lost his mark on this world. Now the person actually controlling this world of death is Dracula.
Dracula felt the endless dark energy around him, moving his arms and fingers, just like the magic power in his body; the mountains, rivers, ground and even the sky around him seemed to be able to change in a single thought.
Dracula had a thought in his mind and habitually snapped his fingers——
The entire vast world suddenly changed. The scarlet river and countless skeletons merged into a large lake. Thirteen sword-like mountains turned into a castle towering beside the scarlet lake. There was a small room in the castle. There are a few Bianhua flowers on the windowsill...
Dracula appeared in the room, sitting behind a desk, reclining comfortably in a soft armchair.
"After living for so many years, the most comfortable place is an office like this in Hogwarts." He closed his eyes and murmured softly.
He snapped his fingers again.
The power originally lent to Voldemort and Herbo was forcibly taken back. Through the connection between this power and the real world, Dracula saw the interesting expressions of panic when Voldemort and Herbo suddenly lost their power.
He also saw that although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were surprised for a moment, they each seized the opportunity and successfully captured Voldemort and Herbo.
Voldemort's soul was even weaker than the Horcrux Riddle, and was absorbed and merged by the Horcrux he made, losing consciousness; Herbo's scepter was burned by the fire, and Andros took the opportunity to use the Patronus to completely annihilate his fragile soul. …
Now, the plan to replace the God of Death can be considered a complete success.
Dracula withdrew his gaze and took out an exquisite hourglass in light gold color from his pocket, hanging on a golden necklace.
"It's really troublesome. I have to go back."
He looked at his gloomy wooden wand with an incomprehensible expression.
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