bookbashuk Chapter 201 Massacre! Dementors: Have we become a reward level?
Chapter 201 Massacre! Dementors: Have we become a reward level?
Chapter 202 Massacre! Dementors: Have we become a reward level?
The frost was biting cold.
They climbed onto the Dementor's tattered black cloak.
It froze their interiors, which were like withered corpses, devoid of substance and weight.
It was as if they were shackled and dragged along heavy iron balls.
This makes their movements increasingly slower.
Before this.
The Dementors never knew that there was such a thing as cold air that could turn around and erode them!
Clearly, they were the ones who created the cold and fear in the past!
What kind of evil magic is this?!
Not only that.
And then there were the living, wax-dripping corpses that pounced like spiders.
"roar..!"
A piercing, fearful, and furious roar was heard.
An unlucky Dementor was unfortunately hit squarely by a zombie that pounced down from the ceiling.
The instant it fell to the ground.
Like hyenas that have caught a whiff of blood, countless pale arms immediately stretched out from all directions!
Hold on tight!
It frantically absorbs the dark energy from its body—that is, the substance that makes up the Dementor's body.
"Hiss... hiss...!"
The captured Dementor lay on the ground, struggling desperately and helplessly.
However, its ability to make countless prisoners scream in fear had no effect on this heartless and emotionless zombie!
Just as humans are merely delicious little cakes in their eyes.
For these terrifying undead.
It's nothing more than a delicious meal on a plate.
"Hiss—hiss—!"
Help me—help me—
It desperately reached out to its colleagues.
however.
The Dementors had no intention of helping their comrades.
They just kept running forward frantically.
Escape this wicked monster-eating train and return to their Azkaban paradise!
City people are absolutely terrifying QAQ!!
There was no assistance from colleagues.
Soon, the captured Dementor was drained of its life force.
All that remained was a black cloak, lying limply on the ground.
"Smack."
A leather boot stepped on it.
Ethan dragged his silver-white hammer, which plowed a long furrow behind him.
He took a deep breath.
He squinted his eyes in ecstasy, immersed in the atmosphere of fear.
murmured:
"What a wonderful smell... As a creature of darkness, Dementors must love it too."
past.
It is all because they recklessly consume happiness, bringing pain.
Now, times have changed.
It's time for them to experience this oldest and most primal fear.
Ethan suddenly turned his head.
Through the white veil and the misty window of the cubicle, I could see the shivering students inside.
A smile played on his lips.
I raised my hand to the fogged window.
Two dots were drawn, and an arc was created to form a cute smiley face.
"Don't be afraid."
"With me here, Dementors are nothing to fear."
This is what Ethan wanted to express.
That is.
After finishing the drawing.
A string of water droplets kept flowing from the smiling face's eyes and mouth.
...but it's nothing serious.
Didn't you see? Were all the students inside so excited they almost fainted?
Ethan gave a pure and innocent smile.
He turned around, humming a little tune, and slowly chased after the Dementor.
The hammer dragged behind him, creaking and groaning.
Ethan wasn't in a hurry.
Because he wasn't a bratty kid who showed off all his surprises from the very beginning.
The bigger one is yet to come: "Ten little black men went out for a treat, but unfortunately choked, and only nine remained..."
"Nine little black figures...calling them early in the morning, but no one answered; of the nine, only eight remained..."
"Alone and forlorn, I'll hang myself from the beam for the rest of my life..."
"Not a single one is left."
A clear and melodious voice echoed in the deathly silent carriage.
Ron huddled in the corner, his face contorted with grief, and whispered:
"Not a single one left?"
"Ethan, are you going to wipe out all the students on the bus?!"
On the train covered in snow.
The remaining Dementors fled for their lives!
The original hundreds of monsters have been reduced to only about ten.
They only knew they were on a business trip to catch fugitives, but they didn't know they were there to die!
The Dementors were terrifying beyond belief.
After all, the instinct of living beings is to survive, and no one wants to die.
however.
The train seemed to have no end.
It just keeps going around in circles in this narrow passageway!
Like a moth trapped in a glass jar.
"Crunch, crunch."
The sound of a heavy hammer scraping against the ground followed closely behind.
From time to time.
A loud bang followed.
The train carriage shook, and lightning flashed!
The intertwined lightning bolts, like a gaping maw, tore the lone colleague to shreds!
Just then.
A glimmer of light appeared ahead.
The Dementors were startled, and then desperately flew towards the light!
It's for export!!
However, when it flies close.
I discovered it was an oil painting hanging on the wall.
The painting depicts countless swaying sunflower fields in golden hues.
"hiss?"
The Dementors made puzzled noises.
next second.
In a flash, golden light engulfed their bodies.
They actually dragged them into the world of the painting!
Blue sky and white clouds.
On the ground, there is a golden sea of sunflowers.
Lively.
But if you look closely, you'll find that they are all painted with pigments.
And in the middle of that sea of flowers.
A graceful figure in a white dress stood there.
It looks very cozy.
It exudes an unparalleled aura of happiness.
"roar-"
The Dementors immediately became hungry.
Ignoring the strange environment, they all floated towards the girl in the white dress.
The underlying code is written like this.
Food—Delicious food—
Let them inhale—to replenish their strength—
"Hiss, the air rippled, pouring into the Dementors' black, hole-like mouths."
Once I've replenished my strength, I'll go kill that damned human brat—
Just as they were thinking that...
The girl who always had her back to them.
As if sensing something.
Slowly turn your head.
It revealed a hollow, featureless, waxy-skinned corpse face!
Dementor: "Hiss?!?!"
My breathing tone changed instantly, and I almost choked on the air!
My entire being trembled with fear!
What, what exactly is going on?
Are they still trapped in that human brat's scheme?!
The moment this idea popped into my head...
brush.
The world changed color.
It's as if it were painted with a single stroke of a paintbrush.
The azure sky turned blood red in an instant!
The Dementor stared blankly upwards.
I saw an enormous eye slowly open from the blood-red sky.
Incomparably bright golden light shone out from it.
It was like the sun breaking through the dark clouds!
Freeze them in place!
"Hiss—hiss—?!"
The Dementor trembled.
Suddenly, a pitch-black door opened in those golden pupils.
From within, a figure that they dreaded slowly emerged.
A human wielding a heavy, silver-white hammer.
Ethan Vincent!
Looking at that figure with golden eyes behind him, he was exuding an evil aura.
Dementors—have lost all their strength and abilities.
"Ta-da! Big surprise~ 'Girl in the Flower Field'!"
Ethan opened his arms wide and said joyfully:
"Isn't it very heartwarming? Very interesting?"
Dementors:
The zombie-faced "girl" in a white dress made babbling responses.
"However, unfortunately, our exciting 'chase and run' game has come to an end."
Ethan's cobalt blue eyes looked down at the lifeless Dementors below.
He raised the corners of his mouth in a smirk and held the heavy hammer high in his hand:
Farewell, my friends.
See you in the underworld.
The last sentence brought the Dementors' fear to its peak.
Even after they die, these tonics will still be tormented by the Chosen of Khorne!
"Take this righteous leaping strike!!"
A loud shout.
Ethan takes off from Wuhu and leaps from the sky!
The silver-white hammer gleamed with a dazzling light, and the golden-eyed child watched from behind, as if an angel had descended!
It left the deepest impression in the Dementors' last memories.
Ah, newborn.
boom!!!"
【congratulations!】
You have successfully freed the Dementors, the dark spirits roaming the world!
Let them go to hell in peace.
[Because of your benevolent act, you have obtained extraordinary material one.]
[Dementor Essence!]
Wow! A huge reward!
Ethan's eyes lit up as he heard the rustling sound of the flowers.
I turned my head to look.
Seeing that face had turned into a zombie—now, it was a girl in a white dress whose face was covered by messy lines.
She held a ball of dark, spherical substance in her fair, slender hands.
She walked slowly toward him.
The wind swept by.
Under the blood-red sky, golden sunflowers swayed gently and softly.
Evil was eliminated by justice.
The world has returned to peace and tranquility.
The Hogwarts Express experienced strong tremors today.
Train sweeping room.
Sirius Black, the black dog in Animagus form.
In the "earthquake," it almost shook my brain to its core.
What happened?
There was no prediction that the end of the magical world would be today!!
Recalling the scene just now, the unidentified masked man chasing the Dementor.
Sirius fell silent.
—What do you mean by a gathering of heroes and a assemblies of warriors?!
What happened to Hogwarts?!
I didn't go out just now because I was afraid of getting caught.
Now, it seems to have quieted down outside.
Sirius Black flipped himself up and eagerly peered out through the broomstick window.
Will something happen to his most beloved godson, Harry Potter?
—No, we can't hide anymore!
He's going out to find Harry!
Just as Sirius made up his mind and used his front paws to pry open the door...
A pair of cobalt blue eyes peeked out from the fence window.
Ethan: "Hi hi hi!"
Sirius:
"."
"Click."
A crisp sound.
Sirius slammed the door shut again!
—Come here with your tonic, please!!!