Demons, Monsters, Ghosts, and Ghouls

Barbarossa interrupted Morgan's melancholy, saying loudly, "Let's stop discussing that kid now. What should we do next?"

Morgan pondered for a moment, her face regaining its usual shrewdness. She said in a low voice, "The Shadow of the Magic Dragon has suffered heavy losses this time, and the newly joined Death Eaters are nowhere to be found..."

"Although I am the Lord of the Seven Seas, I have no authority to mobilize the members of other pirate lords, except for the Flying Dutchman under my command, without the consent of the Seven Seas Assembly... My main force has about 70 members, of whom about 30 have combat strength of Auror or above... I have always been on good terms with the pirate lord of Singapore Ge Lang, and I can borrow troops from him, about 10 Auror- level wizards, no problem..." Barbarossa said.

"Today, most of the Shadow of the Magic Dragon's forces have perished here..." Morgan, seeing Barbarossa's candor, knew this wasn't the time for intrigue. Since they were to cooperate, they needed to be fully aware of each other's strengths. "Fortunately, I left Madam Zabini and the second squad to guard the Shafiq home beforehand, preventing total annihilation... Madam Zabini's second squad should have had 30 people, of whom only about 5 were at least Auror level..." Her voice trailed off, her tone somber. The Shadow of the Magic Dragon's current state was the result of nearly a thousand years of effort and countless resources; her heart truly ached...

"I..." Voldemort was about to talk about his forces when he remembered that his last group of Death Eaters had just disappeared. He paused somewhat embarrassedly before saying, "More than ten years ago, when I instigated the First Wizarding War, I had Werewolf and Giant under my command. They were all my loyal subordinates because only I could give them what they sought..."

"Now that I've been resurrected, recruiting them again will be no difficult task..." Voldemort's eyes gleamed with a confident red light, as if he had rediscovered the feeling of being the Dark Lord. "I have a new plan... I want to recruit the Dementor as well—I still have many loyal followers imprisoned in Azkaban. If I can gain the allegiance of these dark creatures and release my imprisoned followers, the core of the Death Eaters can be easily rebuilt..."

Barbarossa frowned and asked, "Leaving aside the fact that Azkaban is an unmappable location somewhere in the North Sea, and regardless of whether you truly have the ability to gain the allegiance of the Dementor —let's just discuss how many of your subordinates imprisoned in Azkaban remain after all these years? Do they still possess their previous fighting strength?"

Voldemort mentally counted the numbers. During his years on the run in Albania, he hadn't been completely ignorant of the real world; he'd gleaned considerable intelligence from Quirrell and Pettigrew. "Bellatrix, Dolohov, Rookwood, Mulciber, Lestrange, Travers, Gibbon, Jugson... at least ten should still be alive. As for their strength, there's no need to worry. I've taught them all Dark Arts. Their experiences in Azkaban... hehe... will only drive them even more insane and make their Dark Arts even more powerful."

"What about Grindelwald? Although his old forces are few and far between, they are still very useful in our current situation," Barbarossa said, meaning that they urgently needed to replenish their manpower, so even a small contribution was still valuable.

Morgan shook his head and said, "Grindelwald rejected our offer—he wants to take back what he lost in his own way. Let's leave him alone for now and let him muddy the waters, draining the power of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore."

"Oh! What a pity. I quite liked that guy. His strength was decent among us, but his personal charisma was truly undeniable—I remember he convinced the entire German Ministry of Magic, right? If it weren't for Dumbledore's intervention, the Wizarding World would probably be a completely different place now." Barbarossa sighed regretfully, then asked, "What about Transylvania? What did they say?"

"Transylvania is under Jafar's jurisdiction. According to the message he just sent back, the president of the Underground Necromancer Guild has made his stance clear—to remain neutral, which means he refuses to join us or cooperate with us, but he will not oppose or prevent guild members from joining us in their private capacity..." Morgan explained.

"You mean..." Barbarossa raised an eyebrow and said coldly, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction with the Necromancer Guild. Although the Necromancer Guild was inherited from the medieval Death School, it was well known that its core heritage eventually fell into the hands of the Peverell family of Great Britain. If it weren't for the help of the Knights of Walpurgis, they would not be where they are today.

"As an organization that studies forbidden Dark Arts, the Necromancer's Guild has existed in the wizarding world for so long; they're not stupid—do you think they really don't know about Black Sin Square, the Moreau Family, and the Hohenheim Family?" Morgan sneered. "Fortunately, your master has been generous enough this time to be ruthless..."

"Jafar promised them many benefits—" Morgan's eye twitched, clearly these so-called benefits were tempting even to her, "Which is why he brought in quite a few powerful helpers— the Yan Family, the corpse-raising family from Western Hunan in the East, will provide us with hundreds of Zombie, including three Corpse Hou that can already transform into beasts..."

"Only three?" Barbarossa frowned.

"Actually, this is already quite good—the requirements for the corpse-raising ritual are extremely demanding, and with the vigorous crackdown by the China Ministry of Magic and the Zhang and Liu families in recent years, many corpse-raising sites have been uncovered. Being able to raise Corpse Hou is already a remarkable achievement," Morgan explained.

"Judging from your tone just now, Jafar must have brought more help than just these..." Barbarossa then asked, "What about the others?"

"Anubi from the Cairo black market in Egypt —that's certainly not his real name, but a code name—will provide us with our legendary Underworld Warriors..." Morgan said.

"Underworld Warriors? Shouldn't they be Mummy?" Voldemort interjected. Voldemort had also traveled to various countries in his youth, searching for powerful Dark Arts, and had interacted with many powerful black wizards. The Egypt Mummy method had given him a lot of inspiration, allowing him to perfect his own method of creating Inferius —he dared to say that although Inferius were not his invention, no one throughout history had been able to surpass him in the level of Inferius creation.

He was telling the truth—the method of creating Inferius was already recorded in the book * The Secrets of the Darkest Art *. However, as late as the 1930s, Grindelwald and Dumbledore were still planning to find the Resurrection Stone to create an army of Inferius, unaware that the Resurrection Stone had already been forged into a ring by the Gaunt family. In the end, they found nothing, and without the aid of the Resurrection Stone, the Inferius created by Grindelwald lost all signs of life in less than a day.

In contrast, Voldemort did not use the Resurrection Stone when creating the Inferius. Judging from the behavior of the Inferius in the cave where the Slytherin's Locket was kept, these Inferius were at least 16 years old, yet they still maintained their powers, and anyone who approached the water source in the cave was attacked by the Inferius.

So when he heard about Egypt, he instinctively thought they would bring Mummy, but instead they Underworld Warriors, whom he had never heard of before.

"The art of Mummy originates from the Book of the Dead, Egypt's oldest magic book, and can be considered the origin of almost all necromancy. However, with the decline of ancient Egypt civilization, its core Magical Theory have long been lost. The power, speed, and endurance of Mummy created by modern wizards are absolutely incomparable to those of genuine Mummy," Morgan explained.

"My guess is that Anubi likely obtained the Book of the Dead Covenant, one of the Six Great Books, and used it to improve the Mummy process, ultimately developing Underworld Warriors."

"The Book of the Dead Covenant..." Voldemort murmured, his narrowed eyes flashing with a sinister red light. His battle with Skylar had exposed his weakness: although he possessed powerful magic, his methods were too simplistic.

His primary task now is to ensure the safety of the Horcrux, and his second is to find Dark Arts that can enhance his combat abilities and make up for his weaknesses. As one of the six great books, the Book of the Dead Covenant naturally tempts him greatly.

Barbarossa, as the ruler who had traveled the seven seas, possessed vast knowledge and had even seen the Underworld Warriors before. He then added, "The Underworld Warriors look somewhat like humans, but they have wolf heads and human bodies, and are very similar to Anubis from mythology—"

"Like Mummy, they are covered in bandages imbued with Dark Arts, making them impervious to blades and spears—essentially possessing a built-in Shield Charm. Their sharp teeth and claws, used for attack, are highly poisonous, causing slowing, dizziness, and even flesh rotting. Unlike Mummy, Underworld Warriors are incredibly fast, almost comparable to Werewolf, and their strength is second only to Giant. I once witnessed two Underworld Warriors slaughter a river Troll with their bare hands..."

"Very good. It seems that as long as we operate properly, our strength is sufficient to handle the Ministry of Magic of various Europe countries before the International Confederation of Wizards reacts." Morgan summarized, secretly thinking—but the entire team... it sounds just like what Skylar said before—

The Great Alliance of Demons and Monsters...