"Rabastan!" Rabbastein's brother Rodolph Lesterlanch discovered something wrong with him. From his perspective, you can see Rabbastein's side face extending out of the fence. His face was pale and terrible, and his eyes had completely lost focus, just as an indescribable fear dominated his mind. .

Rodolph Lesterlanch shouted loudly: "Rabastan!"

But he found that his younger brother had no response to the stimulation of the outside world's voice. The freshness of human life seemed to be leaving this body, taking away the last bit of human heat from the cold Death Eater with the breath of death, leaving only a cold and stiff body, like a wreckage of a corpse.

His eyes without focus looked directly at the passage to this prison. Due to the angles of different cells, Rodolphus and Bellatrix could not see where he was staring. Rabastan's lips were white, and his eyes were blue and black. In his breath, a frost gradually filled his upper lip and between his mouth and nose. A rich white mist sprayed out from his mouth and condensed into ice slag on the iron fence.

He was twitching and trembling, and Rodolphus stared at him nervously, fearing that his soul would escape from this body in the next second.

At this time, the shadow of Morgoth could be seen in the light of Bellatrix's eyes. She noticed that a darkness that swallowed the light around her gradually appeared beside them, and even the brightness in the prison dropped a lot. A shadow that was far taller than ordinary people slowly appeared in her vision, and the shadow slowly turned around.

Seeing the inexplicable darkness, a pair of light that looked like a fiery fire...

"Ahhhhh!" Bellatrix felt a powerful spirit rushing into her mind. She felt a cold tentacle reaching into her head, which could even be said to be cold, chaotic, dark, and extremely evil things. They whispered in her mind like some tiny whispers.

The violent mental shock caused her to bleed from her mouth and nose, but she no longer cared about this.

What really made her fear and desperately wanted to dig out her mind were the indescribable things that entered her mind, the voice of Milkor in the great movement of creation, the evil origins from another universe, and the evil flower that bloomed again after usurping the chaotic consciousness and darkness of the abyss will of the Feren world, and the evil force.

What is called the "Whisper of the Abyss" by the believers and pastors of the gods!

As an evil god with its own evil spirit, aura of fear, and aura of dark spirit, the powerful divine power of the multiverse, the "Abyss Whisper" on Morgoth is enough to brainwash the Akong Gods and Chongshan races on the upper plane.

Black blood flowed out of Bellatrix's facial features, and her body trembled violently. The sequelae of being tortured by the dementors made her a little crazy. Rodolphus ran over in horror, trembling hands to lift her head, but it was too late that Bellatrix's fragile spirit tortured day and night in Azkaban had suffered irreversible trauma after being hit by the first wave of the dark force and evil spirit energy.

"It seems that the fragile human beings still find it difficult to look directly at my true face..." Morgos Angchen sighed.

He restrained the fluctuations he unconsciously released and walked out of the seemingly human form, but in fact it was just a thick and indelible darkness. In order to prevent the prisoners of Azkaban from being driven crazy by Morgoth's true face, he deserves to come to them in human form, and his face exactly like Chen Ang would not be considered a person.

Morgoth's own dark force, fear of light damage, is too strong for humans. It is like a human consciousness that cannot understand a kind of information, but is forcibly stuffed into their brains to understand. Compared with this pain, the information occupied by appearance is too trivial to be ignored.

Just like an actor with superb acting skills, when interpreting different roles, people often confuse their temperament and forget that it is the same face.

At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban barely broke free from the suffocating darkness surrounding Morgoth. Bellatrix's body, which was constantly struggling and trembling, slowly calmed down, and Rapastein no longer twitched.

At this time, the organized criminals detained in Azkaban were energetic to look at the uninvited guest.

Morgoth's eyes slid through their faces one by one, and he whispered their names: "Antonin Dolokhov, Bellatrix Lestritch, Rabastein Lestritch, Rodolph Lestritch, Augustus Lukewood, Amikuscarlo, Alectocarlo..."

"There are 28 pure blood families in the British magic world... I have seen many people here. Some even one family is here..."

"Twenty-eight...pure blood...pure blood is called pure blood not because they have excellent bloodlines and are born with powerful magic, but because they think they are more 'pure blood' than others. I have to be glad that there is not a 'swaying person' among you who suddenly agrees and sometimes disagrees', and gathers twenty-eight and a half summons..."

Rodolph Lesterlanch struggled to stand up. He looked at Chen Ang and asked in a low voice: "Dare you ask who you are?"

"You are not worthy of knowing my name..." Morgoth glanced at Bellatrix who was lying on the ground, nodded and smiled, "Unless you imagined her like her... with your shallow power, looking directly at me, and when you hear our names, you will inevitably go crazy. So, you can call me a mysterious person according to the tradition here."

"No...you don't deserve that title!" Bellatrix on the ground seemed to hear something, and his body instinctively struggled violently. She looked at Morgoth's face, although her spirit had received irrecoverable damage, half of it was crazy, usually due to some obsession. She roared: "That title belongs to a great king, and his power is not something you can imagine..."

"He is the mysterious person...and you are just a jumping clown. A clumsy imitator!"

As soon as Bellatrix said this, the air in the entire cell was quiet, and the Death Eaters were silent and almost suffocated. There were many reasons for becoming Voldemort's followers. Some of the weak were seeking shelter and not being bullied, some of the power-oriented people, just to get some of the power of the Dark King, and some of the cruel and tyrannical people, attracted by a cruel leader who could teach them a higher form.

They are all people who feel that they are becoming weaker and weaker in the magic world during the changes in the current situation. They have one thing in common, that is, when the mixed-blood wizards are gradually leading the development of the magic world, they feel mental discomfort and losses in interests.

These people who suffer from their interests hope to go back to the past and to an era in which they can do whatever they want with just one surname.

Returning to the pure blood-dominated magic world, they felt safe, power and superiority, at this time Voldemort became the leader they elected, and they believed that Voldemort could give them the results they wanted.

But now that Voldemort had failed once, many people have awakened from the momentary fanaticism and realized that Voldemort might not be able to give them what they want. The reason why the Death Eaters still retain the complete organization is just because they have no way out. Unless Voldemort comes back, they will all die in Azkaban!

At this time, Voldemort became a symbol of hope.

Moreover, this leader was really cold-blooded and cruel, so cruel that some Death Eaters felt cruel. They were afraid of his punishment and dared not disobey him. Old Malfoy's later betrayal not only means him, but a large number of Death Eaters were holding Old Malfoy's idea.

So, except for lunatics like Bellatrix, they would rather not speak.

"He?" Morgoth chuckled, "You mean Tom Riddle?"
Chapter completed!