One step forward and change the world!
The scene was exactly the same as the last time I entered behind the curtain. The first thing that caught my eye was a large sea of umbrella-shaped flowers with curled petals and no leaves.
Countless Lycoris radiata spread all over the dark earth, and the red petals were like surging waves.
The sky was dark gray. There was no sun in the sky. There was a faint light coming from nowhere, and a gloomy world appeared before my eyes.
At the end of the sea of flowers, there are towering mountains stretching out in a row. A tall figure is sitting on a throne of bones, with a dark cloak hanging behind him, and countless skull-shaped shadows filling the hem of the cloak.
However, what was different from the first time I saw it was that at this moment, the densely packed skulls on the Death Cloak were screaming in pain, and countless black floc-like energies were spewing out of the skulls' mouths, connecting to the void that led to an unknown destination.
Feeling the continuous fluctuations of power from the Grim Reaper being transmitted to the outside world, Dracula's lips curled up into a smile.
He knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had successfully completed their respective tasks.
"Then leave it to me from now on."
Dracula took a few slow steps forward, playing with the Elder Wand he had snatched from Dumbledore with a Disarming Charm.
This wand only recognizes the strong, and if it is not done in this way, its true power cannot be exerted, so Dracula and Dumbledore had a not-so-fake match - Dumbledore, who had long passed his prime, had a much smaller total amount of magic power than Dracula, so the handover ceremony of the Elder Wand went smoothly.
This time, Dracula, wearing an invisible cloak, walked close to the throne of bones. The god of death sitting on the throne of bones suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.
"who is it?!"
His face, which was almost fleshless and made only of dry skin and bones, opened and closed as he asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's been a while since we last met, Mr. Death." Dracula chuckled and said casually under the cover of his invisibility cloak, "I'm here to pay you back for the debt you chased me away last time."
The Grim Reaper's dark grey eyes were tinged with darkness as he stared towards the direction where the sound came from.
"It's you! The vampire kid from last time." He said coldly, "You picked a good time. It seems you have made a lot of preparations. You even found my invisibility cloak... Wait!"
The Grim Reaper's cold voice suddenly wavered a little, "You actually collected all three of those things?"
"Are you scared?" Dracula asked playfully, twirling the Elder Wand between his fingers.
"Afraid?" A laugh like the collision of metal and iron uttered from the throat of the Grim Reaper. "You may not understand the gap between us. The lives of me and your world have never been on the same level. This is far from being compensated by your few little things!"
"Really?" Dracula raised his lips with interest after hearing the powerful declaration of the Grim Reaper. "Then why are you so anxious? Since the gap between us is so big, shouldn't you just stand there and let me beat you?"
Fire flickered in the grim eyes of the god of death.
"Vampire, you are provoking me." He said coldly.
"Didn't you say that we are not on the same level?" Dracula chuckled. "If the gap is really as big as you said, you shouldn't be hurt no matter what I do... Or are you bluffing?"
Death's voice froze.
The dim sky became even darker than before. Dark clouds like thick ink piled up together, and an ugly face that looked exactly like the god of death was looking down in Dracula's direction.
The blood-red river water between the countless surrounding mountains surged rapidly, and rows of huge waves emitting a fishy smell rose one after another, carrying countless hideous skeletons out of their cages. The rough bones wrapped in chains almost touched the sky, intertwining with the faces in the sky.
All the heavy pressure was placed on Dracula, as if he was carrying the weight of the world, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Tsk, what a stingy guy, you can't even take a joke." Dracula frowned, then shook his head with a sneer.
A pair of pitch-black, broad wings supported by several sharp bones suddenly spread out behind him. Dracula, bearing the weight of a world, slowly flew into the air.
The invisibility cloak lost its invisibility function at some point and turned into a liquid covering Dracula's skin, sharing the oppression of the entire world and resisting the constant erosion;
The Resurrection Stone glowed rhythmically on the ring, gradually turning into the same color as Dracula's wine-red eyes, guarding his mind and mental stability;
Dracula waved the Elder Wand slowly and steadily, drawing a circle around him—
A full moon quietly emerged in a world that was about to fall into complete darkness, adding a touch of silver light to the dark clouds covering the sky and the scarlet river water sweeping across the earth.
Dracula slowly rose into the air in the light of the full moon, his silver hair moving without wind, his dark wings blocking half of the moonlight, casting a deep and lonely shadow on the blood-stained ground.
A stream of blood as smooth as silk flowed behind the two wings, turning into a bright red stream. It formed a graceful arc outside the dark moonlight and meandered in the direction where Dracula's slender fingers had passed.
The blood-red satin stream keeps flowing and swirling, and the full moon quietly hangs in the air... confronting the dark clouds and the scarlet river water of this world.
Before Dracula's magic was fully formed, dark clouds and scarlet river water had already pressed down like mountains... Not just like mountains, but really thirteen mountains covered with corpses pressing down!
“Boom—”
The blood-red stream crashes into the scarlet river, the bright full moon shines on the dark clouds, and Dracula raises one hand to hold up the overlapping mountains...
Although the spells of Dracula and the Grim Reaper seemed to be completely disproportionate in size and momentum, the situation between the two sides was strangely deadlocked -
The overlapping mountains stagnated, the streams and rivers stopped flowing, the dark clouds stopped rolling, and even the light from the full moon stopped at halfway, no longer illuminating an inch more!
"What did you do?" Death's hoarse voice sounded in the dark place where the moonlight did not shine, with a mixture of astonishment and confusion in his voice, "Why is my power suddenly out of control?"
Dracula chuckled.
He released his left hand that was holding up the mountain and gently flapped his wings, flying lightly around the still blood-red stream and to the other side of the full moon.
The chaotic environment that was originally filled with constant roars has now become silent, as if all sounds were lost in an instant, isolating any medium for sound transmission, and the silence is frightening.
"When I first came to this world, I was actually thinking about one thing..."
Dracula's voice rang out in the silence. Without any echo, it sounded particularly loud and harsh.
"I was thinking, since we are both in the dark, can I use the energy here in return?" he said calmly.
"I once asked a friend to do an experiment to determine the differences between several different types of dark energy. It turns out that there is no difference. In other words, all darkness comes from the same source."
"Not long after, I learned that there is such a world of death."
"The conclusion is obvious. This is the source of all the darkness in the world. Since I can control the dark energy in this world, I should be able to control it here..."
"When the three Deathly Hallows eliminated the interference of this world's authority for me, then the darkness here should have been given to me in half!"
Dracula suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers—
The Red River surges back, the mountains return, and the clouds retreat!
Almost in an instant, he took over half of the control of the world from the god of death, driving the attack that was originally launched against himself and returning it to the god of death on the throne of bones!
The God of Death had never imagined that such a scene would happen. He was caught off guard, and he and his throne were crushed under the thirteen mountains.
Under the violent impact, a huge crack appeared on the entire ground, tearing open a thousand-foot canyon, and there seemed to be scarlet waves surging in the depths of the canyon.
"How could you... How could you control the power of this world in such a short period of time?" The throne of bones rose from under the scarlet canyon. The god of death sat on the throne and asked in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"Maybe you don't believe it, but I have used this power many times." Dracula smiled happily, thinking back to the mark in his spooky wooden wand that could control darkness.
"But so what?" Death said hoarsely, "You can only take away half of the power of this world. At most, you can only coexist with me here... I wonder what else you can do to me!"
"Wrong!" Dracula's smile became more playful. "Have you forgotten, Mr. Death? Before I entered this world, you lent your power to two wizards in this world!"
The Grim Reaper's dull grey eyes suddenly shrank.
He hurriedly drove the countless skulls under his cloak, trying to cut off their connection with the power of the outside world.
"Don't struggle, Mr. Death. It's not easy to take back the power you borrowed." Dracula said with a smile, "Especially now that I have deprived you of half of your power, it will be extremely slow to take it back by force."
"Those two guys are a bit bad, but it cannot be denied that they are both extremely outstanding and powerful wizards. They can undoubtedly be ranked among the top few in the history of the entire wizarding world."
"How can they easily return the power they borrowed to you?"
Dracula chuckled and waved to the Grim Reaper.
"Goodbye, Mr. Death."
A force so powerful that it could not be surpassed, carrying the might of half the world, crushed the god of death.
The Grim Reaper tried to mobilize the remaining strength in his body to resist, but in the end he was no match for the power gap between him and Dracula... Gradually, the power of the Grim Reaper became weaker and weaker, like being crushed by a millstone.
As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, the pressure from Dracula became stronger and stronger.
Dracula gradually realized what the so-called "God of Death" was - it was just a dark creature that could control dark energy.
When the Grim Reaper saw Dracula for the first time, he felt disgusted with his identity as a vampire - because as the purest dark creature, Dracula was almost the only one who had the opportunity to control the dark energy here.
The Grim Reaper felt a strong threat from Dracula.
As for Herpo and Slytherin who originally wanted to replace the God of Death, their wish was actually wishful thinking from the very beginning... If one is not born with darkness, one cannot control the energy here, nor can one truly become the "God of Death".
The figure on the throne of bones turned into tiny dark spots of light and was crushed and ground into powder. This area of space soon lost all signs of the existence of this "God of Death".
The skulls on his cloak fled in all directions, jumped into the scarlet river, and merged into a group with countless skeletons; the bones spliced together on the throne of bones struggled desperately, as if they also wanted to follow those skulls.
Dracula waved his hand, allowing the skeletons to return to their original state and jump into the river.
Then, he slowly walked into the sea of red spider lilies, looking at the earth that had returned to its original state after a great battle, and the dark gray gloomy sky.
"It seems to be over?"
It is indeed over.
Dracula let out a long sigh.
The previous god of death has completely lost the mark he left in this world, and now the person who actually controls this world of death is Dracula.
Dracula felt the endless dark energy around him, and he could control it as if it were magic in his body; the mountains, rivers, ground and even the sky around him seemed to change in a matter of seconds.
Dracula's mind moved, and he snapped his fingers habitually -
The entire vast world suddenly changed. The scarlet river and countless skulls merged into a large lake. Thirteen sword-like mountains turned into a castle standing beside the scarlet lake. There was a small room in the castle, and a few red spider lilies were planted on the windowsill of the room...
Dracula appeared in the room, sitting behind a desk, leaning comfortably in a soft armchair.
"After living for so many years, the most comfortable place is actually an office like this one in Hogwarts." He closed his eyes and murmured softly.
He snapped his fingers again.
The power originally lent to Voldemort and Hercule was forcibly taken back. Through the connection between this power and the real world, Dracula saw the interesting panic expressions on Voldemort and Hercule's faces when they suddenly lost their power.
He also saw that although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were surprised for a moment, they each seized the opportunity and successfully captured Voldemort and Hercule.
Voldemort's soul was even weaker than that of the Horcrux Riddle, and was absorbed and merged by the Horcruxes he made, and lost consciousness; Herbert's scepter was burned by the Fiendfyre, and Andros took the opportunity to use the Patronus to completely annihilate his fragile soul...
By now, the plan to replace the Grim Reaper could be considered a complete success.
Dracula withdrew his gaze and took out an exquisite hourglass that was light gold in color and hung on a golden necklace from his pocket.
"It's really troublesome. I have to go back there again."
He looked at his spooky wooden wand with a puzzled expression.
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