Wherever the black fog passes, the lights are extinguished and everything becomes silent.
The moment the black wooden boat docked, all sound seemed to be drained from the sea.
The wind stopped, the fog stopped flowing, and even the frightened seagulls at the end of the pier were frozen in mid-air, their wings frozen in an extremely unnatural posture, as if someone had pressed the pause button on time.
Several people looked into the fog from the edge of the black fog.
Those Muggle kneeling on the plank road had been completely submerged in the black mist, as motionless as statues.
Miriam stood in the center of the altar, facing the black wooden boat, with his hands raised in the air, and his black skirt was blown by the wind, like a priestess offering sacrifices to the abyss.
"Targaryen·Nox, the great Holy Lord."
Her voice came from the black mist, hoarse, pious, with a kind of fanaticism that penetrated deep into the bones.
"Your devout believer, offer the blood of twelve sin-bearing wizards to welcome the Holy Lord back to the world."
Lin Ze's pupils suddenly shrank.
Twelve.
The seven wizards who were originally missing, plus the two who were later found to have been sacrificed, were not enough to reach twelve.
His heart sank. The number of wizards who had disappeared in recent days was indeed more than what they knew.
"That's his name?" Barty Crouch Jr. appeared behind Lin Ze at some point, his face gloomy.
"Targaryen·Nox, never heard of it."
"A very ancient vampire name."
Mia's voice came from the other side, her eyes fixed on the ship.
"I have seen in ancient books that this name once belonged to one of the thirteen clans of Northern Europe."
Lin Ze's heart sank again.
Thirteen clans.
Although I have never heard of it before, just by hearing the name, I know that this thing is quite high-end.
"Do you know much about vampires?" Lin Ze turned to Mia and asked.
"There are some records about the vampire family at home." Mia nodded and said.
"..."
Lin Ze feels a little uncomfortable. If I had known that Mia knew about this thing, I should have asked her directly...
But the other party didn't give a few more people any room to chat.
In the black mist, an extremely tall human figure walked out of the cabin.
His bare feet would leave a black scorch mark every time he stepped on the wooden board.
The "person" wore a black robe, with skin as gray as salt, no nose on his face, only two slender holes and a pair of silver-white eyes without pupils.
It's no different from being a vampire, but unlike the most primitive vampire, the vampire in front of you was transformed from human Muggle.
Lin Ze The hairs all over his body stand on end. Damn it, all these villains like to have their noses removed?
What's wrong with your nose?
"Great Holy Lord, you are finally here." Miriam's voice was a little excited.
"Where is what I want?" Targaryen's voice sounded.
The sound was indescribably strange.
It felt like something was vibrating deep in the throat with the vocal cords.
"They're all here." Miriam said in a trembling voice while lying on the ground.
Targaryen extends his hand.
His fingers are very long, with the joints protruding outwards, and the nails are gray-white, like five slender shells.
The hand gently pressed on the top of Miriam's head.
Miriam closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, enjoying the caress of God.
Unexpectedly, the hand suddenly tightened.
"Crack."
There was a crisp sound, and Miriam's head tilted to one side at an extremely unnatural angle, and the whole person fell softly, like a doll with its spool removed.
"Holy... Holy Lord..."
A Muggle believer woke up from a dream, his voice shaking like the last leaf in the depth of winter.
Taigeryen ignored him.
His fingers lightly touched Miriam's body.
Miriam's blood overflowed from the facial features, skin, and fingertips, turning into dozens of dark red threads and slowly flowing into the vampire's palm.
When Targaryen took back his hand, Miriam had turned into a dry shell.
The sea breeze blew by, and the dry shell began to shatter from the top of the head, like burning pages, and pieces were swept into the sea by the wind.
"Your blood is very dirty." Targaryen's voice was still calm, but it carried a sense of oppression that made people want to kneel down.
"But your fear is delicious."
He raised his head, and his silver-white eyes swept over the Muggles who were still prostrate on the dock.
"Holy Lord... please give us strength..." An old man stretched out his hands and clawed at the air with his fingers like dry wood, as if he was trying to grab the last life-saving straw.
Targaryen walked up to him and looked down at him.
"Do you hate wizards?" asked the vampire.
"Hate!" the old man hissed, "My son and daughter-in-law died under the spell of those monsters! My grandson is only four years old..."
"Very good."
Targaryen stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of the old man's head. His movements were as gentle as stroking a fragile item.
"Then give yourself to me."
A relief-like smile appeared on the old man's face, and the last light flashed in his cloudy eyes. Then the whole person shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin and flesh tightened against the bones, and finally turned into fragments and dissipated in the wind like Miriam.
Then, Targaryen's silver-white eyes swept across the dock and fell across the black fog on Lin Ze and the others.
"Interesting, there are actually a few wizards here."
The moment the voice fell, Targaryen disappeared from the place and appeared at the edge of the black mist.
Barty Crouch Jr. didn't even think about it, and just greeted him with "Avada".
Killing Curse hit the vampire, but there was no reaction.
"Killing Curse?" Targaryen licked his lips with his long pointed tongue.
"Are you trying to use Killing Curse to kill a dead person?"
As he spoke, Targaryen tightened his grip and shot a black mist towards everyone at high speed.
"Crackling"
"Apparition" is activated directly, and five people appear in five different directions.
"What the hell!" Amos was a little annoyed, raised his wand and waved "Earth Spike Curse".
Targaryen A dozen huge stalagmites rose up from under him and stabbed him.
Mia shook the wand gently, and a cyan halo enveloped Targaryen.
Arthur lifted it up in one breath, and "Fiendfyre Curse" dropped it straight down.
Lin Ze and Barty Crouch Jr. didn't even think about raising their hands and just cast "Severing Charm" instantly.
All kinds of spells were thrown at Targaryen without any money.
When he was about to touch him, the black mist gathered quickly, and the blood in the star array rushed towards him.
Those crawling Muggle had just escaped from the black mist, and in an instant they were dragged by an invisible force and flew towards Targaryen. They screamed in the air and were crushed to pieces, decomposed, and turned into dozens of blood lines and injected into Targaryen's body.
Targaryen's body began to swell, and his already weird face became even more distorted.
When all the black mist gathered inside his body, the world seemed to have stopped for a second.
The next moment, a majestic force surged out of his body, crushing all the attacks from several people.
Damn...
Does this thing have an invincible time when it transforms?