Vol 2 Chapter 752: Too much respect for freedom

When Bayer's figure completely appeared in the imprisonment, the ultimate manifestation of order and evil, premeditated and cunning cruelty, with their pure and diverse aura of despicableness, caused the Death Eaters in the hall to fall into disarray for a short while Self-controlled trembling.
This is not out of fear of Bayer’s appearance, but a special ability of demons with a certain strength. Like dragons and dementors, they have the ability to make creatures close to a certain range fear deep in their hearts. These powerful monsters can only rely on this kind of aura of fear, which can make many enemies shrink in battle or even unable to resist.
At this time, the Death Eaters in the room, such as elite wizards such as Bellatrix and Labstan, could barely restrain the panic in their hearts, but they trembled slightly, and such as Gilderro Lockhart Liu was already unbearable with the terrible breath of death and evil that Baier was covering, and he collapsed and shivered. Of course, the Dark Lord himself was completely unaffected. He just looked at the one in front of him closely without a word. Abyssal Inferno.
But after hearing his beloved master being ridiculed by the devil in front of him, Bellatrix raised his brows, clenched his fists, and defeated the fear in his heart, and forcibly raised his courage and shouted at Bayer: "Bold! Dare to talk to the Dark Lord like this!"
Baier's eyes swept across the roaring Death Eater, and Bellatrix trembled slightly under her gaze, unable to distinguish whether it was because of fear or anger.
Bayer retracted the lightning-filled sword he held in his right hand and hung it around his waist, then leaned over and stretched out a finger to let his nail touch the blood-sparking hexagram imprisonment circle, and then the magic circle silver Everbright, when the venom dripping from the corner of Bayer's mouth touched the circle, it turned into black smoke and dispersed.
It seems that after judging the strength of the magic circle, Bayer stood up and focused his pupils on Bellatrix, but suddenly, the mysterious man's wand suddenly waved, full of all kinds of malicious evil. The breath instantly burst out around the female Death Eater, and then disappeared, and the air instantly filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
Bellatrix glanced at his master gratefully, and suddenly-just when Bayer looked at him, he actually attacked him in a state of imprisonment, and he didn't notice anything. Fortunately, the owner was keenly aware and helped himself resolve the crisis.
Voldemort retracted his wand: "I thought the demons would be more polite."
"It's me being impolite, Lord Dark Lord, but I have no ill intentions. I just hope that we will not be disturbed by these little bugs when we talk." Bayer's reptilian pupils in the burning yellow eyes fixed on Voldemort, 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 transaction. He also felt that the presence of these men was quite annoying and troublesome, and the mysterious person believed that he was dealing with the devil. It’s better for them to know the content. Many of the staff in the lobby are newly recruited and cannot be trusted. Although Voldemort himself does not trust anyone, he does not want the content of the transaction to be leaked by them intentionally or unintentionally. The danger of going out.
The Death Eaters, who were struggling to resist the devil's fear of aura, were like Meng Dahe. After they bowed to their master, they quickly and silently began to retreat outside the door - and they were paralyzed when the mysterious man was chanting a spell just now. The imprisonment on the Muggles in the same place hasn't disappeared, they just stayed in place completely unresponsive.
Lucius Malfoy tried his best to control his thoughts expressionlessly. The Dark Lord drove all his men out, and the Muggles who were paralyzed and under the devil's coercion did not know that they could still do it in this situation. Hear and understand how much they talk. The assassination mission that can make the Dark Lord spend so much manpower and material resources to cause massacres has to be released. I don’t know how much success rate will be in the end. Originally, he wanted to explore more details before reporting to Harris, but the current situation depends on the situation. I can only find an opportunity to send back a message to remind Alan Harris to be safe.
Guidro Lockhart followed Rabastan, and he stagnated before leaving the room. A bright white burst into his eyes. It was a woman with golden hair, braided braids, and a white dress. She was holding a little Muggle girl with big fleshy eyes in her arms, about three years old, her little fleshy hands covered her cheeks and she froze.
"Poor Muggle." Guidro didn't dare to delay, and after a quick glance, he followed Rabastan out of the room and walked into the distance. In the deep underground corridor, he turned around again. The entrance of the room was swallowed by darkness.
In the hall, the mysterious man and the devil face each other, and Bayer and Voldemort's subordinates all exited the hall, "Master Dark Lord, then, what is your wish for me to help you achieve?"
"Help me kill a wizard." Voldemort narrowed his eyes viciously and asked.
"666 Muggles." Bayer directly quoted the price.
"When you are done, I will give you 777." Voldemort, who has no bridge of nose, noticed the devil's surprised look and his face twitched, and gave himself an excuse for his anti-price increase behavior in order to satisfy the superstitious number. "As long as you are useful, I always shot generous."
"It's cheap, you don't need to ask me to do it..." Bayer shrugged, did not cut the price back to satisfy his own superstition number, but happily accepted this condition, "The Dark Lord wants to kill who What?"
"Alan Harris." There was anger and viciousness in Voldemort's voice.
"Who?!" Hearing Alan's name, the flames in Bayer's eyes fluttered around, and he refused the deal for a moment. "The Dark Lord didn't know that Alan and I had become in the Wizarding Championship. Best friends?"
"I don't know who the devil can make friends with." Voldemort spread out his hands pretending to be surprised, but his red-eyed cat-like colleagues stared at Bayer's eyes, and his heart began to judge that the opponent refused. The real reason.
"Lord Dark Lord, you have misunderstood. You are racial discrimination and prejudice against our devil..." Bayer shrugged, "I have many friends in your world, and many of them are still guests at my house..."
"Grand Duke Bayer, in that case, I want to exchange some knowledge about the magic of your Barto Hell, such as the summoning spells used by Alan Harris in the previous Ministry of Magic wars. I investigated. He was in the Wizarding Tournament. It’s only after meeting you that we have made great strides in this area of ​​knowledge. Maybe we can make friends?" Voldemort once again offered a deal and tried to use words to test whether the devil Bayer, who is usually in the of Barto, knew the Ministry of Magic’s scene. In the Great War, he was scrupulous about Allen's strength before using this reason to refuse.
"666 Muggles." Bayer directly quoted the price.
"This is not a problem." This time the mysterious man just suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and did not increase the price again.
"My Lord Dark Lord, since I also intend to make friends with you, I will remind you as a friend that the aura of you and your people is too chaotic and evil... Too much advocating a free style, so that we who are more conservative It's more repulsive, so even if you have obtained the same knowledge of our devil's magic from Alan, even if you can forcefully learn and try to use the Dark Lord, the power you exert is definitely not as good as he is more in line with our camp, and The summoned thing may even plot some conspiracy against you...Sorry, this is due to the exclusion of the rules of the plane. The demons are used to doing things according to the rules..." Then, Bayer waved his hand unconsciously. The whip with blazing flames in the middle, "I think you should get along with the Tanari demons in the Bottomless Abyss. Maybe the Dark Lord, you know, my bronze fortress is the front line for our demons to fight with them, so maybe Lord Dark Lord would be more willing to use the magic knowledge of the demons I have collected for a long time?"
When Voldemort heard this, he thought of the information on summoning hellhounds that Bella had ventured before. Even for such a low-level creature, few of his subordinates could control it when fighting against their will. If you change to the devil, summon them out of order to fight, it may be more difficult and easier to be hated by the summoned devil. Although he certainly has no problem, the group of Death Eaters under him, especially the confidants of the elites, are likely to encounter more serious deaths and injuries when they practice summoning more advanced demons. In this way, it is better to adopt the other party's suggestion.
Voldemort had no expression on his face, but his gaze scanned Bayer's two eyes quickly, as if he wanted to see from one of them that he was lying. In the end, the mysterious man had no patience to maintain false etiquette. He was domineering. Earthly said: "Prove it to me, it can be comparable to the magic you gave to that little boy."
"As you wish." Bayer bowed exaggeratedly like a drama actor, and then appeared on its hand a hand with a cover that was nearly a meter long and a half meter wide composed of pieces of meat that were squirming in disorder. transcript.
Bayer casually tore off a page from the book. The book trembled violently in its hand, screaming harshly, drops of red blood flowed from the pages of the book, and the torn-off paper came up The black smoke broke through the confinement circle and flew towards the mysterious man.
Voldemort felt the evil breath on the paper. After trying for a while, Voldemort drew out his wand and tried to use the otherworldly to summon this weird that can only be regarded as a middle-level demon from the bottomless abyss. His world.
Although it is much smaller than the appearance of Bayer in power, the aura contained in it is completely different from when Bayer appeared. With the collection of all ugliness, evil and chaos, it is dedicated to chaos and destruction due to the extreme brutality. Disorderly breath.
This creature looked like a nightmare-like monster, with more than a hundred puffy orange arms of different colors surrounding the fleshy body core covered by powerful palms. The body has no other structure except a toothless mouth for feeding on the stomach cavity. Each arm carries a palm that looks different in number of fingers, short, fat, and thin, as well as yellow claws on some of the fingers. The evil eyeballs keep blinking from the palm of each hand.
After a brief confrontation of wills, this hundred-eyed demon with an average diameter of about twenty feet and a strong independent consciousness expressed obedience to the Dark Lord~EbookFREE.me~ Then, to a mysterious surprise, This monster roamed around like a giant tumbleweed and rolled towards the immobile Muggles. Under the trampling and crushing of the devil and the grabbing of their arms, the Muggles who had no resistance were just a round of time. More than a dozen people fell down and 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 aimless destructive behavior of the devil, "These Muggles who died will not be counted on my head before we make a contract transaction."
"I didn't order it to attack." Voldemort coldly saw the killing of his summons indifferent.
"Lord Dark Lord, it is a demon. It is born like this. After the will fight against you, it will not attack you but it will definitely attack other people without giving orders..." Bayer shrugged and spread his hands out innocently. "This This kind of meaningless waste is really a shame..."
"Stop." Voldemort gave the order, and the monster immediately succumbed to the place and stopped moving. As the Devil Archduke said just now, the use of devil's magic makes the mysterious person feel more like it was when he summoned the lower-level devil hellhound. It's much smoother, "Is there a demon in the above record that can rival the fiend in the deep?"
"Barrow Flame Demon." Baier turned the and slimy book to one page and pointed at 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 is more or less a certain difference, maybe a little bit weaker, maybe a little bit stronger."
"Contract." Voldemort turned and ordered the devil in the imprisonment circle, and then gently waved his hand, this screaming page flew into his robe.