Doomsday Messenger

"Humans... why have you awakened me?"

After a slight groan, the demonic giant suddenly opened its mouth and asked. Its deep, muffled voice was like low thunder, and just hearing it brought a heavy pressure.

"Who are you? Why..."

Harry, standing at the front, suppressed his nervousness and wanted to know why they couldn't see the other party's data. But he quickly felt that it seemed inappropriate, and his words stopped abruptly as if his throat was choked.

"You don't know my name? And you dare to mess around here? Hehehehe..."

The giant demon sneered, baring its mouth and laughing wildly. Its voice was muffled, like shouting into a water tank, causing ripples to spread across the mud at its feet.

"However, considering you've offered me so many sacrifices, I can let you die with understanding!"

The giant demon puffed out its chest and pushed hard. Then, with a 'bang,' two equally massive fleshy wings extended from its back, stretching freely.

Next, everyone saw it reach towards its waist with its right hand and, with a 'swish,' draw out a long whip, which it then cracked on the ground.

"I am the former Lord of Terror! One of the seven great lords under Satan, the King of Hell! The Doomsday Messenger—Voldemort!"

As the Doomsday Messenger announced itself, a faint, burning blood flame began to emanate from its body, causing Voldemort to glow red from head to toe. The whip in its hand also seemed to ignite, wreathed in flames.

This transformation caused the air to fill with the scent of sulfur and burning embers, like volcanic ash.

"Doomsday Messenger? Voldemort?"

Harry and the others were stunned at the words, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Have you heard of this Voldemort?" Ron cautiously sidled up to Hermione and asked softly.

Hermione shook her