Black Death God vs. Pale Death God

"Is this really how it has to be?"

Harry's voice trembled, sounding very timid.

But the face exposed to the firelight revealed a bloodthirsty excitement.

Even the snow-white teeth seemed to become sharp and wild.

Because he already had a sword in his hand.

The Sword of Gryffindor, forged by Goblin, absorbed the essence of countless undead and was tempered with the blood of White Wizard.

Only black wizards above the green rank can withstand the backlash and have their life essence depleted.

A black and red silk-like polymer of deathly, bloody, and murderous aura enveloped Harry's entire body, forming a magnificent suit of heavy armor that oozed blood. The beautiful sword suddenly extended, transforming into a giant knight's sword.

"So this is the legendary Heavenly Condemnation Knight. A form that only Godric Gryffindor could recreate." As Grindelwald's words fell, the blue Devil Flame that had spread across the entire mountain range converged at the center with a roar, and a knight riding a giant dragon that spewed Devil Flame and holding a huge lance appeared on the spot. "You really are a freak."

The red knight, after inserting the bone staff into the pre-drilled hole in the sword hilt, suddenly vanished from the spot.

When it reappeared, accompanied by a sharp sound that could shatter eardrums as air was sliced apart, the knight's sword, gleaming with a blood-like, viscous crimson color, appeared before the blue Dragon Knight.

After a sickening metallic clang, the Dadi shattered like rotten wood.

Ron and Dark Hermione quickly Apparition to a distance of one mile.

The mountains that were previously hidden in the clouds have now become canyons.

Even from this distance, the ear-piercing roar still seemed to echo in my ears, the Dadi trembled, and every now and then, crimson sword shadows and azure gun shadows ripped through the sky and tore apart the Dadi.

The radiant mist drawn by the intense aura of the wizard dissipated the Setsuna it approached.

"He's a complete madman!" Ron stammered.

In his vision, the kind elder who should have comforted their weary bodies and Mind Stone with the warmth of Avada had instead become a mad old man who intended to perish with them.

"He's deliberately courting death." Dark Hermione's eyes reddened.

"Did your brain get damaged by the shock?" Ron momentarily forgot his fear.

"The Killer of Wizards is immune to magic; only weapons shaped by Transfiguration and physical attacks created by objects controlled by spells can cause effective damage," Dark Hermione said. "These Devil Flame can't hurt Harry at all; they're just like magical energy materializing and hitting him."

If White Harry knew Dark Hermione, he would definitely swear at Merlin's underwear and other profanities.

Because Grindelwald is holding the Rod of Destiny, the weapon of death.

It possesses the power to kill everything.

The magic it releases is also...

Grindelwald really wanted to kill him.

Even though Harry conveyed his feelings to Grindelwald during their conversation, Dumbledore being relayed.

But Grindelwald simply intensified his offensive.

"I will make this world pay the price for Albus's death!"

This bastard doesn't care about the apocalypse at all; he just wants the world to burn!

The Blue Knight threw out his lance.

Harry didn't try to dodge, because it was pointless. The Knight's Lance, transformed from the Rod of Destiny, had already locked onto him; it was a predetermined fate, a fact.

He could only—

The clanging sound of metal clashing echoed across the Dadi once again.

The knight's lance vanished into the sky like a shooting star.

Harry did not seize the opportunity to counterattack; he knew that the Rod of Destiny had already become intertwined with its user on the level of destiny.

This has been proven countless times in the thousands of previous encounters.

That spear of destiny, as certain as Gungnir in mythology, will reappear out of thin air when he thinks his opponent is unarmed.

Harry was just lost in thought.

Contemplate how to kill your opponent.

Dumbledore really not know that his lover was insane?

Dumbledore possessed Heavenly Eye and even Prophecy the end of the world, actually did not see this scene.

Gripping the Sword of Gryffindor, he urged his mind to work, searching for an opportunity to win.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Knight on the opposite side was being killed by the breath of the giant dragon beneath him, which transformed into the purest death magic and poured into the knight's body.

Time was on his side.

Even fate is.

He just needs to wait.

Waiting for the freak on the other side to launch an attack after killing Albus.

To kill him, or to be killed by him.

'Haven't you realized yet, Potter brat? Your time is running out.'

In Grindelwald's Rod of Destiny, the dark cloud of death looming over Harry's head was about to completely engulf him.

The moment it is completely covered will be the moment when the Rod of Destiny pierces through and ends Harry Potter's fate.

Opposite.

Harry was still lost in thought, reminiscing.

Headmaster's Office.

"Dumbledore, it's also Deathly Hallows, so why can it only be invisible?"

"I cannot tell you its secret. Every owner of a sacred artifact is Unspeakable who must guard its secret. You must discover it for yourself."

On the tower.

The old man, who had been pierced through the chest by Winky silver stag, was on the verge of death.

Stumbling and falling to the edge before plummeting.

"Harry, the last friend is death."

Harry, who has transformed back into Killer of Wizards through killing and successfully inherited the Invisibility Cloak, has a look of confusion and sorrow in his scarlet eyes.

"The last friend is death?" Harry suddenly felt something calling to him.

The Dragon Knight sighed and raised the Spear of Destiny, his eyes seeing the dark cloud of destined death already enveloping Harry.

Die, die, die, die.

Harry could almost hear the voices of countless dead, a chorus of death chants.

He turned his head instinctively.

The Spear of Destiny had already traversed space and appeared behind him, piercing through his body.

The crimson heavy armor, the knight's sword, and the bone staff within the sword instantly decayed.

With his hands gripping the Spear of Fate tightly, Harry, as naked as he was at birth, discovered his own 'placenta'.

The liquid-like, silvery-gray substance he carried close to his body, hidden in his lower abdomen, slid down onto the ground soaked with his blood.

The silver-gray monster, which had failed to absorb the essence of its master's death, has fully awakened.

In Harry's expanding crimson pupils, a silver-grey wave engulfed him and the Spear of Destiny.

In the silvery-gray amniotic fluid, a new life is taking shape.

The dragon beneath the Blue Knight, whose Rod of Destiny and destiny had been seized, collapsed from its armor and fell heavily to the ground.

You can see in Death's eyes that dark clouds are enveloping him.

The outline of the old man, dressed in a moon-white robe and wearing crescent-shaped glasses, was faintly visible.

"Albus, you win."

Distance.

"Is it over?" Ron looked towards the canyon.

Crackling sound—

The next second, he and Dark Hermione appeared at the edge of the canyon.

"He's there!" Dark Hermione pointed her black finger at the only figure in the canyon—an old man with short white hair and heterochromatic eyes— Gellert Grindelwald.

Crackling sound—

"Where's Harry!?" x2

The two Apparition that landed next to Grindelwald quickly asked.

Grindelwald glanced out of the corner of his eye at the silver-gray cocoon of light that only he could see.

He didn't explain, because he didn't have time.

"Help me. Help me tell that brat that the Rod of Destiny is the embodiment of death—the power of the Grim Reaper, the Resurrection Stone is the cycle of life and death—the principle of the Grim Reaper, and the Invisibility Cloak is the placenta of life—the body of the Grim Reaper."

"I heard it." A pale arm sliced through the air, and Harry, completely naked, emerged. "Only life that can flow even in the Land of the Dead can bear the power of Death."

He roughly understood why Dumbledore insisted that he come to find Grindelwald.

Without the Rod of Destiny, but only the Invisibility Cloak, he was destined to be the loser against Voldemort, who possessed the Resurrection Stone.

The principles of death can control the body of a death god.

The body of the Grim Reaper can contain the power of the Grim Reaper.

The power of death can shatter the principles of death and disrupt the cycle of life and death.

The Deathly Hallows counter each other.

The reason why Grindelwald wasn't allowed to deal with Voldemort might be because Voldemort wasn't simply the owner of the Deathly Hallows.

He is also death itself, the agent of the ruler of the land of the dead.

"It's good that you understand." Grindelwald closed his eyes completely.

"Harry, you—" Because of her dark skin, Dark Hermione's blush was barely noticeable.

"Your eyes." Ron was concerned with something else.

Harry's eyes have now turned as pale as his skin, as has his hair.

But it doesn't look creepy; instead, it has an eerie sense of holiness.

Like the embodiment of death, a pale grim reaper.

Ron shivered, or perhaps it was his imagination, but he couldn't detect any human emotion in it.

"My strength and my heart."

Little Hangleton, his hair, the whites of his eyes, his pupils, and his skin all turned black, like a statue cast in black iron, looked northwest. "The mistake is finally going to be corrected. The aliens that shouldn't exist."

"What?" the rat-faced man asked.

"Avada Kedavra." A green light flashed.

The rat-faced man thought it was a reward from his master, so he puffed out his chest, held his head high, and even had time to tidy his bangs.

However, the next second, this spell, which should not have been fatal, turned into a deadly poison.

Thump—

The rat-faced man lay stiffly on the cold stone slab.

What's that noise?

In the Leaky Cauldron, in room 1334, Harry opened his eyes.

As Cosmic Knight, he adjusted his Lesser Universe to this shape, and suddenly something was approaching him from the Tianxin his body.

Then, a series of panicked sounds came from outside the window.

"Help!"

"Where are the wizard guards?"

"Help us!"

Harry appeared on the street in an instant.

The phenomenon known in this world as the Glowing Mist completely enveloped Diagon Alley.

It did not engulf Diagon Alley, but instead turned it into a wall with no way out.

They stopped all the wizards who wanted to leave.

Floo Network and Apparition are ineffective.

A fat witch tried to push her White Harry- like wizard guard in, and the subsequent crackling sound proved that it was not a prank.

Of course, some people also thoughtlessly tried to break in.

But they were all controlled by Harry.

The wall couldn't contain Harry, and the next second he was on Charing Cross Road.

The streets were still bustling with traffic.

Without using your Lesser Universe senses, the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley that followed it seem to have vanished into thin air.

Harry seemed to have become an ordinary person, and the magical world completely disappeared from his world.

Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade Village —areas inhabited only by wizards—disappeared entirely.

The villages where wizards and humans lived together were less than half the size when viewed from above.

But the humans within remained completely unaware, as if their world were still intact.

"What exactly is going on?"

The next second, Harry reappeared at Hogwarts.

"All students, stand back! Piertotum Locomotor!"

Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

Stone statues, clad in armor and brandishing weapons, stood blocking the edge of the white mist on the other side of the bridge.

Led by Snape and the Carrow siblings, the students remained orderly in the now-empty hall, each holding a bone wand and displaying an incredibly resolute expression.

"Troublesome," Harry sighed.

The body transforms from one to two, from two to three, from three to four.

All the tiny black dots that should have been there but had disappeared from our senses, and in each isolated island shrouded in radiant mist, the figure of Harry appeared.

This also includes Little Hangleton.

The Black Death God raises his head.

They did not react to Harry's sudden appearance.

He sensed the dark life form resembling Tom Riddle before him and the power that occupied and surrounded the white mist—a power that was both completely opposite and essentially the same.

Harry frowned. "You're the culprit? Voldemort?"

The power of other entities began to converge on this body.

"Voldemort never existed in the first place," the Black Death God said without even raising an eyebrow. "Life not on the Judgment List, please do not interfere with my efforts to save the world."

"How can we save them?" Harry asked.

"Let nature's alien creatures return to where they belong," the Black Death God said calmly.

"A wizard?" Harry frowned.

The Black Death God nodded.

"Where are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"The Kingdom of the Dead," said the Black Death God.

While Harry was talking to the Black Death God, the White Harry was still on his way.

Stop.

As Ron was surprised that the Dance of Radiance seemed to automatically evade Harry like a tide, a voice came from within.

White Harry robe, stopped in his tracks.

"Enzo Avada, the inventor of the Killing Curse?" White Harry uttered the name of the Living Spirit before him as if he had seen it all before.

"Honorable demigod, Beyonder wizard, you cannot advance; it will only bring about the end of the world," Enzo Avada bowed.

"Retreat." The divine Word Spirit of death uttered from White Harry's mouth.

The powerful Living Spirit instantly annihilated.

Without a moment's mourning for Enzo Avada, the next to appear were the three god-slayers who dismembered Death— the Peverell brothers.

"Stop!"

"The end of the world is ahead."

"Since you have seen your ancestors, why don't you pay your respects?"

"Antiochus, Cadmus, Ignatius, retreat."

This time, White Harry seemed much more serious when he spoke, and he even mentioned the three people by name.

Moments later, the three brothers perished.

Without a moment's mourning for the Peverell brothers, the next to arrive was the wise Happer, the inventor of Horcrux.

"Can I know why? Your aggregation will only get out of control and endanger all of humanity. Things will not go as you plan."

Happer truly lives up to his reputation as the wise Happer; he seems to have hit the nail on the head.

A hint of humanity appeared on White Harry's face. "It's alright, I'll become Death. Dismissed."

Happer Xiumie looked on with a sudden realization.