Subduing the Death Eaters
The boar-like creature let out a long, mournful cry, its entire body writhing restlessly from side to side, its narrowed eyes flashing with a fierce red light. If it weren't for the magic that suppressed the power on the specially made iron chain that Sha'erfu was holding, this monster would probably have already gone berserk and attacked the people around it.
Skylar's wand trembled slightly, a dim green light flashing rapidly at its tip. His icy gaze was terrifyingly calm as he gave a chilling laugh. "A dead man, yet he dares to resist? It's all in vain. Get in!"
With a whooshing sound in the void, a strange power suddenly descended. Everyone felt a cold wind blow past them, and their hearts inexplicably felt heavy, with an indescribable sense of oppression and discomfort. The boar-like creature suddenly fell silent.
At this moment, the Death Eaters were finally able to catch their breath and try to see what had just happened.
It was only at this moment that they could clearly see the boar-like creature—or rather, a variant of the Nogtail common in Norfolk.
The Nogtail is a dark creature that resembles a wild boar and often sneaks into Muggle farms. However, because it carries a cursed power, it brings disaster to the pig farms it inhabits. Wizards identify Nogtail by their narrow, crimson eyes, and the monster in the cell right now undoubtedly fits that description.
However, the rest of its body is quite different from that of ordinary Nogtail.
The Nogtail was only smaller than a regular wild boar, but this mutant was covered in pustules oozing yellowish-green pus, and pieces of rotting flesh resembling that of Zombie, emitting an extremely disgusting stench that attracted several flies to swarm around it. Occasionally, a few pieces of rotten flesh would fall off its body.
"Don't doubt it, this is Avery's final destiny—to become a monster..." Skylar gave a chilling smile. "You'll probably be very interested to know—yes, Avery's soul still retains some consciousness; he will spend the rest of his life as a pig monster... Sha'erfu, I'm a little tired, so you'll introduce them to this dark masterpiece I've painstakingly cultivated, because they will soon be keeping Avery company."
Having said that, Skylar snapped his fingers, and the True Dragon Throne appeared behind him. He gently tossed aside his Supreme Robe and gracefully sat down on the throne. As he raised his head, his aura was completely transformed. A decisive, domineering, and majestic aura slowly emanated from him, making him appear like a supreme emperor or overlord who held the power of life and death.
"You're so lazy," Sha'erfu rolled her eyes at Skylar, but a charming smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Oh well, what can I do? I'm your most loyal and obedient servant."
She turned to the group of Death Eaters and said in a cold tone, "Listen carefully, this monster is Poo-Eater, a mutated form of the Nogtail. It feeds exclusively on feces and rotting flesh. Its body has developed a toxin infection from consuming too much rotten flesh. The toxin combined with the dark curse power within it has caused its current appearance, its entire body covered in infected pustules and necrotic flesh..."
Skylar chuckled inappropriately, "How about it? Death Eaters becoming Poo- Poo-Eater, doesn't that rhyme? It really wasn't for nothing that I went to such lengths to find you such a good home."
This wasn't Skylar bragging; Skylar truly went to great lengths and put in a lot of effort to successfully cultivate this Poo-Eater.
First, the curse power from the Zombie had to be injected into an immature Nogtail to make it crave blood and rotten flesh. Just to accomplish this, hundreds of test subjects had already been sacrificed, because the Nogtail itself possessed curse power, and when combined with the curse power of the Zombie, it was enough to cause most of the test subjects to explode and die instantly.
The surviving test subjects also contracted various diseases from consuming large amounts of blood and rotting flesh—the wizards didn't use terms like viruses, bacteria, or fungi, but instead called them all toxins. As a result, many test subjects didn't survive more than three months before dying from the plague.
Instead of treating the remaining test subjects, Skylar forcibly fed them feces—which had a stench similar to rotting flesh. As a result, the test subjects did not resist and even developed new dietary habits. Then, he injected them with an immortal power similar to that of the Living Dead, allowing them to survive in the harsh and filthy conditions, rather than dying from infection, disease, or their entire bodies decaying and losing too much flesh.
Finally, a brand new monster species called "Poo-Eater" was born.
Sha'erfu waved her wand gently, and a large pot of rotting flesh and excrement materialized. A stench filled the air, Avery let out a joyful cry and pounced on it, burying his head in the pile of rotting flesh and excrement, eating voraciously with loud "smacking" sounds.
The thought that Avery, whose soul resided in the body of Poo-Eater, would spend the rest of his life eating feces and rotting flesh terrified the Death Eaters, turning their faces deathly pale, even their lips ashen.
"You think eating shit is the worst fate?" Sarf glanced contemptuously at the terrified Death Eaters, continuing in a cold voice, "These swollen sores and rotting flesh bring endless pain and torment... Moreover, the curse's power will worsen over time, and the ultimate fate of Poo-Eater is only one—to be tortured to the point of losing the will to live, finally biting off its own sores and eating its own rotting flesh, killing itself in the most cruel and gruesome way..."
Looking at the Silencio Death Eaters, they realized they had all passed out— Skylar and Sha'erfu exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously.
Skylar clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and said, "See? I told you—I know the nature of Pure-blood families all too well. This display seems a bit too much for these cowards. They fainted from fright like that. I haven't even had my fill of fun yet—forget it, wake them up!"
"Rennervate!" Sha'erfu chanted the spell, awakening the Death Eaters one by one.
As the Death Eaters slowly awoke one by one, Sha'erfu's brows furrowed slightly. She cast several Rennervate, but Andrei Inov remained unresponsive.
Skylar waved his hand, signaling Sha'erfu to stop. The two looked closely and realized that Inov had already stopped breathing.
He was scared to death.
"That's it? Death Eaters?" Skylar clicked his tongue a few times, saying disdainfully, "Everyone says that most Eastern Europe wizards are brave and fierce, ready to die for their cause, but I didn't expect them to be so easily frightened. It seems the rumors are exaggerated and not to be believed."
"Aaaaaah!" Claude Fawley screamed and howled like a madman, venting his pent-up emotions. Then he shook his head violently, wiping away the tears and snot streaming down his face, and begged loudly, "Master Malfoy, please spare me! I'm willing to submit, I'll do whatever you want to me, please, let me go, sob... I never want to go through this again... please..."
The other Death Eaters, Squall Slughorn and Bahaza Bole, seemed to be influenced by him, and they also rushed to Schelling to wag Skylar tails and beg for mercy, expressing their submission.
Yaxley's usually composed and calm face lost its tension, replaced by confusion and helplessness. He sighed deeply, abandoning his previous tough stance, and finally bowed his head to Skylar, humbly begging for Skylar's forgiveness.