Vol 3 Chapter 38: Prisoner and Demon King

"Very subtle hidden curse!" Chen Ang said with emotion.
The sun shone on the fingertips of Chen Ang touching the gate of the ancient castle, and a long shadow was projected on the gate of the ancient castle. The palm of Chen Ang gradually paralleled the gate of the ancient castle. He protruded from the door, his hand reached into the door, and the shadow of his hand came out from the door to intersect with his fingers.
Chen Ang flipped his hands, and the whole person exchanged positions with his shadow.
In front of his eyes, the entire world flipped, the shadow of Azkaban ’s island became three-dimensional, and the sunny island just turned into a shadow. The heavy rain poured down from Chen Aung ’s head. Raging, Chen Ang was on an island that could only be called a reef. He turned back without seeing any trace of the ghost ship he was riding on.
What is appearing before him is the real Azkaban, hidden by an ancient hidden curse in an island in a secluded place on the North Sea. Someone divided the space here into two worlds with a curse. What seems to be protected by the curse in the fog is Azkaban, who only watches the world. Only through the shadow can he enter the real Azkaban.
A small shadow appeared at Chen Ang's feet, and Guru stepped out of the shadow.
The island is small and amazing. The entire castle occupies 90% of its land. Azkaban is a triangular tower. The front of the tower collapsed a corner, and Dementors flew over it. Huge waves hit the base of the tower. It seems to be always in the storm. The waves beat the reefs at the foot of Chen Ang, and the splashing waves sprinkled behind Chen Ang.
The dementors dancing wildly in the wind found Chen Ang's trace. They whistled. This was the sound of the wind. The dementors themselves did not make any sound. Chen Ang could only smell the rancidity and death caused by the seawater. Breath, seeing these black robe monsters, the black robe hunted and fluttered in the wind, their hollow shapes, wrapped in black cloth, swooped down towards Chen Ang.
Guru has pulled out his wand tensely behind Chen Ang, and a little white light on his head has begun to flicker slightly.
"I did not expect that the black wizard Bojin could even learn to call on God's protection!" Chen Ang thought quietly, and then he inspired the real name given to him by Mogoos, at which time the existence of the name 'Chen Ang' gradually retracted. Inside his soul, the outside belonging to Darth Mogos replaced Chen Ang, becoming his body and appearance.
At this time, a figure about three times as tall as an ordinary person appeared in the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of eyes like the flames, bright and bright in the darkness.
The dementors who drew down towards Chen Ang saw the eyes screaming as if their decaying vocal cords vibrated.
In the storm, the black-robed dementors who looked directly at these eyes issued the last and first roar in their lives, and turned into a black ash in the storm, which was swept away by the storm.
In the land covered by Morgos's power, as if the surrounding light was slowly losing, the dementors lost their strength and had to land down. Their black robes became weak and soaked, and shook to the ground. Absorbing their power and soul as easily as darkness, Guru dwarfed in front of Chen Ang, who was transformed into Mogos, and he was terrified because he felt the figure in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness.
The demon monster's proud evil force was as immature and humble as a baby before him.
So that Mogos could easily enslave their souls without any effort. He wrapped his power around them, and the severe pain that eroded their souls kept the dementors struggling. However, they could not refuse such dark powers. .
More dementors rushed out of Azkaban's triangular tower, and they came together like a black tide emerging from Azkaban. The guards rolled, swooped in the sky, and then fell one by one. Down, laying a pool on the sea, drenched in black robes entangled in the sea, Bo Jin watched the most terrible evil creatures in the wizard's story mourn at the feet of Chen Ang.
They had no sound, but the invisible bodies under the black robes twisted and trembled, and appropriately expressed their fear, fear and pain.
Mogouz's figure glanced back at them, and he stretched out his hands as if they were dark and condensed, and opened the door of Azkaban ... The dark and humid interior of this prison was a space for people to walk inside Extremely small, the figure of Morgos gradually faded, the black mist slowly spread, and the figure inside returned to normal.
He walked into Azkaban, and as he moved forward, the darkness inside expanded the space instantly.
The ground is moist and rotten. Some loba and carnivorous snails are creeping on the authentic slate, and some spotted awns are breeding. When they are not moving, they are like a greenish fungus with eyes. Several hairy crabs settled in the dark corner of the stone. These magical creatures are usually very powerful, and the wizards sometimes have to use special potions to clear them.
But as Morgos approached, a deep dark force gradually enveloped the space.
The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died, their vitality disappeared into the darkness, and the darkness that once protected them, at this moment took their lives backhand.
Rabastan Lestrange is tinkering with a toad, and this is the only game he has been able to vent his madness and despair since he was in prison. The recent Dementor riot attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Labastein just yelled: "Most of the mud species of the Ministry of Magic are making trouble again!"
"Hopefully, the dementors can drain their dirty souls."
Labastin inside the prison was completely dirty ~ EbookFREE.me ~ his face was pale and thin under a messy black hair, and after a few words Labastin closed his mouth wisely because he was most afraid of The Bellatrix Lestrange was screaming wildly: "It's him! Lord Voldemort, he's here to save us! I know that the adult may lose briefly, but he will never Fail on those mud breeds! "
Rabastan lowered his head again and was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost his life.
As if something in the darkness was absorbing its vitality, the fragile little creature's body withered into a piece of Raiphi, Rabastan, and felt the darkness around him seemed to be much richer, an inexplicable coldness covering him. In the body, his exhausted body, a trace of energy is obviously passing away.
Rabastan felt as if he could not breathe, his brain was blank, and the heating between his mouth and nose was sucked by darkness. A numbness different from the kiss of the dementor gradually controlled him. On the outside, his skin was pale. You can see the blue-black blood vessels below.
In the blurred vision when suffocated, Labasthan, who was pasted on the fence, saw an indescribable figure, coming from the side.
An unspeakable horror that left him unconscious and twitched ...