Early in the morning on Halloween Eve, in the ruined temple of Vikna.

Unlike the festive environment in which European and American countries began to turn the environment into a gloomy and terrifying festival environment, the center of the temple with an altar was brightly lit compared to the beginning. Countless magic lamps were lit and floating in the sky. If it weren't for the weird statues and altar style, it would have seemed a bit more holiness here.

The cold blue and white light reflected in Voldemort's red eyes and also threw itself into the countless wizards under the altar, imprisoned by freedom.

These wizards were blindfolded by a black cloth, and their waists were tied up with a thick rope, one after another, and drove them to the high altar like tied cattle and sheep, facing the tall mark in the middle, forming a circle.

Although there are many, each wizard, except for the influence of the Soul-Snatching Curse, would slightly twist his head covered with cloth to salute the mysterious people when he first entered, but he did not make any unnecessary screams. They even stood in a certain formation and then stood there without moving.

In that situation, they had completely lost their minds and had no ability to act independently and were at the mercy of others.

"Take off the blindfold." A sharp voice sounded, and the young men and women took off their blindfolds one after another, and saw the middle mark at a glance.

No matter from any angle, the eyeball half-holding in the middle of the palm seemed to be staring at them. In a blink of an eye, their panic expression became confused and they fell into an illusion in a daze.

Unexplained whispers suddenly rang in his ears, and those low and slow sounds that seemed to be casting spells, or whispering, wrapped themselves up layer by layer. It seemed that he felt someone taking off his magic robe, and his naked skin was unacceptably exposed to the cold air.

Many wizards pulled out their wands and cut off their palms without hesitation. Then they pointed the wand at their right eye. In an instant, blood flowed like a stream of blood, and the eyeballs with eye nerves fell off from their eye sockets.

In the pain, their bodies suddenly leaned forward, fell to the ground, lowered their heads and covered their eyes.

However, not all wizards have such quick-cutting spells. Although they are trapped in the illusion, they have begun to find ways to cut off their palms. One of the wizards who lost their minds directly dig out their right eye with their bare hands, and then use the transformation technique to turn the eyeball into a sharp knife and wave it to his wrist.

A few strong-willed wizards woke up before they started to do so, making harsh screams, and some tried to stop the self-harm of these people, but the wizards who were trapped in the illusion obviously did not give them a few harsh slaps outside their palms and eyes. They would even attack the people who stopped them, and then did their unfinished work without hesitation.

Unlike the performance when the Death Eaters were too small before, the red blood of these victims gathered at their feet and quickly changed color. Finally, a huge black-red vortex appeared under the altar, and it seemed that a hazy black-red smoke was covered with a hazy black-red smoke.

The victims' magic robes fell to the ground, and the viscous black blood splashed onto the skin, making the bones cold. As the ground muttered with the low spells they muttered, the darker blood began to float slowly towards the ceiling in different sizes and shapes.

Like black rain, it rotates upward in the direction of the vortex under the wizard's feet, drifting to a point under the ceiling on the top of the altar, constantly flowing towards the mark in the middle, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Voldemort's sharp eyes swept over these wizards who had escaped the illusion and made a gesture to Lucius beside him. Lucius understood it and took a few steps forward, put his hands in front of Yue Yao, holding his head up, and arrogantly like a peacock: "Lucky gentlemen, ladies, now the kind master has given you a chance to be the honor of joining the Dark King..."

Rudolfs and Bella walked slowly around the wizards with cold eyes.

Some wizards who were already scattered but had a more flexible mind immediately rolled over and knelt at Voldemort's feet, desperately expressing their loyalty.

If you hesitate, Bella and Rudolfs who were walking by them would cut off their arms and goug out their right eyes. A shrill scream instantly sounded in the temple.

"This lunatic... is inhuman..."

"This conglomerate is irrational..."

"Those idiots think they can survive with these madmen? I curse you!"

...

These suffering wizards cursed loudly, and even issued a vicious curse under the unbearable pain.

"You dirty bastard, you dare to say that!" Bellatrix screamed, she looked terrifying and crazy, "Heart-broken!"

Suddenly, even more terrifying and prolonged screams came, and the other Death Eaters also issued vicious curses to torture these wizards who spoke rudely to the Dark King.

These poor people who had just been disabled were imprisoned in place, allowing blood to drip on the ground, scattering into a ball and flowing towards the mark in the middle like life.

"Crazy?" Voldemort raised his pale hand, and the Death Eaters stopped torture. "The most kind thing in the world is that the mortal mind cannot fully understand their own thoughts... and the magic world is full of this ignorance..." Voldemort's tone was very gentle and calm, but when he met his calm eyes, it made people feel that he was extremely crazy and terrible. He hissed, "Crazy? Maybe, but it is not a curse... With his weak five senses, you pretend to understand something that you don't understand at all... For you, reason is the curse..."

Except for the terrifying whine, no one dares to comment on this.

As a sacrifice, the wizards' broken hands and eyes had all fallen to the ground, and the blood gradually spread the entire altar. Suddenly, the whole room suddenly began to tremble as if it was alive. The wizards who were standing still struggled to maintain their bodies, while the wizards who either knelt down or collapsed on the altar due to injuries also resonated with the altar.

The Death Eaters all looked at the door leading to the heart of Vikna, but as time went by, everyone stared at each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts. This movement seemed to stop at the altar, and the stone door that was hiding treasures in the room still had no movement, standing indifferently, with no sign of opening at all.

Voldemort's eyes were flashing red and became more fierce, and the two nostrils that looked like a gap widened. He turned his head and looked at Rudolfs, just about to ask for guilt. Then, his snake-like face suddenly twisted to the side. The pupils with intact red eyes, which were standing like a cat, looked coldly at the gate of another world that suddenly appeared out of thin air in the temple and was completing the realization.

The originally noisy Death Eaters in the hall held their breath and watched in horror as the familiar scene in front of them that brought them fear to them again.

"When I find out who betrayed me, I will make him regret living in this world..." Voldemort realized the meaning behind this entangled boy at a critical moment. His Vic's eye raised in his eye sockets, and he swept through the Death Eaters on the field suspiciously, which made his face look even more terrifying. "Stop him! Prove your loyalty with your actions!"

Three majestic and fully armed metal golems rushed out of the gate of another world with a fierce momentum. The plate armor carved on them was very complex and exquisite, and looked very majestic. The tall bodies and the black iron armor shining with cold light made people feel scared, and the heavy running sound made people feel that they seemed to be shaking even the ground.

Behind the three metal golems, Voldemort's familiar and heart-pumping figure appeared.

"Say Happy Halloween to you in advance, Tom..." The reptile pupils in the decorative orbs of evil dragon eyes on the wizard whose face was blocked by the shadow of the hood were all staring at Voldemort, who was standing tightly on his body, "I have to take you to forcefully invite guests to go back to celebrate Halloween..."
Chapter completed!