<h4>Chapter 315: Change the world</h4>
One step out, change the world!
The scene behind the curtain is exactly the same as thest time I entered. The first thing thates into view is arge umbre-shaped, curled, leafless sea of ??flowers.
Countless Lycoris radiata spread all over the dark earth, and the red petals are like waves.
The sky is dark gray, there is no sun in the sky, and a faint lightes from nowhere, and a gloomy world appears before my eyes.
At the end of the sea of ??flowers, there are towering peaks in a row. A tall figure sits on a throne of bones. There is a ck cloak hanging behind him, and countless skull-shaped phantoms are piled up at the bottom of the cloak.
However, unlike the first time I saw it, at this moment, the dense skulls on the death cloak are screaming in pain, and countless ck flocs of energy are spit out from the mouths of the skulls, connecting to the void that I don''t know where it leads to.
Feeling the constant fluctuation of power from the Death God transmitting to the outside world, Drac smiled.
He knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had sessfullypleted their respective tasks.
"Then, leave it to me next."
Drac slowly stepped forward, ying with the Elder Wand that he had snatched from Dumbledore with a disarming spell.
This wand only recognizes the strong, and if it is not done this way, it will not be able to exert its true power, so Drac and Dumbledore had a not-so-fake match - Dumbledore, who had long passed his peak, had a total amount of magic power that was originally inferior to Drac, so the handover ceremony of the Elder Wand was rtively smooth.
This time, Drac, wearing an invisible cloak, walked all the way to the close of the throne of bones, and the Death God sitting on the throne of bones suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.
"Who is it?!"
He asked in a hoarse voice, his face almost devoid of flesh and blood, made only of dry skin and bones.
"It''s been a while since west met, Mr. Death." Drac chuckled and casually said under the cover of the invisibility cloak, "I''m here to collect the debt you chased awayst time."
Death''s dark gray eyes were stained with a touch of ck, staring at the ce where the voice came from.
"It''s you! The kid from the vampire nst time." He said coldly, "You really picked a good time. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations. You can even find my invisibility cloak... Wait!"
In Death''s cold voice, his tough confidence suddenly wavered a little, "You actually collected all three things?"
"Are you scared?" Drac asked yfully, spinning the Elder Wand between his fingers.
"Afraid?" Death let out augh like the collision of metal and iron from his throat, "You may not understand the gap between us. The life of me and your world has never been on the same level. This is far from beingpensated by your little things!"
"Really?" Listening to the strong deration of the Death, Drac raised his mouth with interest, "Then why are you in a hurry? Since the gap between us is so big, shouldn''t you just stand still and let me beat you?"
Fire shed in the cold eyes of the Death.
"Blood n, you are provoking me." He said coldly.
"Didn''t you say that we are not on the same level?" Drac chuckled, "If the gap is really as big as you said, you won''t be hurt no matter how I do it... Or are you bluffing?"
The voice of the Death froze.
The dark sky became even darker than before, with thick ck clouds piled up thickly, and an ugly face that looked like the god of death looked down at Drac.
The bloody river water between the countless mountains around surged rapidly, and rows of huge waves with a fishy smell rose and fell one after another, carrying countless hideous skeletons out of the cage, and the rough bones wrapped in chains almost touched the sky, intertwined with the faces in the sky.
The heavy pressure was all on Drac, as if the weight of the world was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.
"Tsk, stingy guy, you can''t take a joke at all." Drac frowned, then sneered and shook his head.
A pair of ck, wide wings supported by several sharp bones spread out behind him, and Drac slowly flew into the air under the pressure of the world.
The invisibility cloak lost its invisibility function at some point, and turned into a fluid covering Drac''s skin, sharing the oppression of the entire world and resisting the constant erosion;
The resurrection stone shed rhythmically on the ring, gradually turning into the same color as Drac''s wine-red eyes, protecting his thoughts and spirit;
Drac slowly and steadily waved the old wand, drawing a circle beside him——
A full moon quietly emerged in the world that was about to fall into darkness, dyeing the dark clouds covering the sky and the scarlet river water that swept the earth with a touch of silver light.
Drac slowly rose into the air in the light of the full moon, his silver hair moving without wind, his dark wings covering half of the moonlight, and casting a deep and lonely shadow on the blood-stained ground.
A silky-soft blood flowed behind the wings, turning into a bright red stream, winding in a graceful arc outside the dark moonlight, and meandering in the direction of Drac''s slender fingers.
The bloody silk-like stream kept flowing and swirling, and the full moon was quietly suspended... confronting the dark clouds and the scarlet river water of this world.
Before Drac''s magic was fully formed, the dark clouds and the scarlet river water had already pressed down like mountains... Not just like mountains, but there were really thirteen mountains covered with corpses pressing down!
"Boom--"
The blood-red stream hit the scarlet river, the bright full moon shone on the dark clouds, and Drac raised one hand to hold up the ovepping mountains...
Although the spells of Drac and the god of death seemed to bepletely disproportionate in size and momentum, the situation of the two sides was strangely deadlocked together-
The ovepping mountains stagnated, the streams and rivers stopped flowing, the dark clouds stopped rolling, and even the light from the full moon stopped in half, no longer illuminating a bit more!
"What did you do?" The hoarse voice of the god of death sounded in the dark where the moonlight did not shine, mixed with astonishment and confusion, "Why is my power suddenly out of control?"
Drac smiled softly.
He released his left hand holding the mountains, gently pped his wings, lightly bypassed the still blood-red stream, and flew to the other side of the full moon.
The chaotic environment that was originally emitting bursts of roars has now be silent, as if all sounds have been lost in an instant, isting any medium for sound transmission, and the silence is terrifying.
"When I first came to this world, I was actually thinking about one thing..."
Drac''s voice rang out in the silence, without an echo, but it seemed particrly loud and harsh.
"I was thinking, as a dark being, can I use the energy here in turn?" He said calmly.
"I once asked a friend to do an experiment to determine the difference between several different kinds of dark energy - it turns out that there is no difference. In other words, all darknesses from the same source."
"Not long after, I learned that there is such a world of death."
"The conclusion is obvious. This is the source of all darkness in the world. Since I can control the dark energy in this world, I should be able to control it here..."
"When the three Deathly Hallows eliminate the interference of this world''s authority for me, then the darkness here should be divided into half for me!"
Drac suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers -
The red river surged back, the mountains returned, and the clouds retreated!
Almost in an instant, he took over half of the control of the world from the god of death, driving the attack originallyunched against himself and returning it to the god of death on the throne of bones!
The god of death never thought that such a scene would happen. Caught off guard, he and his throne were crushed under the mountain by thirteen mountains.
Under the violent impact, a huge crack appeared on the entire ground, tearing open a canyon of ten thousand feet, and there seemed to be scarlet waves surging in the depths of the canyon.
"How could you...how could you control the power of this world in a short time?" The throne of bones rose from the bottom of the scarlet canyon, and the god of death sat on the throne and asked in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"Maybe you don''t believe it, but I have used this power many times." Drac smiled happily, thinking of the mark in his gloomy wooden wand that could control darkness.
"But so what?" The god of death said hoarsely, "You can only take away half of the power of this world at most, and at most you can only coexist with me here... I don''t see what you can do to me!"
"Wrong!" Drac''s smile became more and more yful, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Death? Before I entered this world, you lent your power to two wizards in the world!"
The god of death''s withered gray eyes suddenly shrank.
He hurriedly drove the countless skulls under his cloak, trying to cut off their power connection with the outside world.
"Don''t struggle, Mr. Death. It''s not easy to take back the borrowed power." Drac said with a smile, "Especially now that I have deprived you of half of your power, it will be very slow to take it back by force."
"Those two guys are a bit bad, but it cannot be denied that they are extremely outstanding and powerful wizards, and they can be undisputedly ranked among the top few in the history of the entire magic world."
"How can they easily return the power they borrowed to you?"
Drac chuckled and waved to the God of Death.
"Goodbye, Mr. Death."
A powerful force that could not be surpassed, carrying the power of half the world, crushed the God of Death.
The God of Death tried to mobilize the power he still had in his body to resist, but in the end he could not resist the gap in power with Drac... Gradually, the power of the God of Death was like being slowly crushed by a millstone, bing weaker and weaker.
As one grew stronger, the other grew weaker, and the pressure on Drac became stronger and stronger.
Drac gradually realized what the so-called "Death God" was - it was just a dark creature that could control dark energy.
The first time the Death God saw Drac, he felt disgusted with his identity as a vampire - because as the purest dark creature, Drac was almost the only one who had the opportunity to control the dark energy here.
The Death God felt a strong threat from Drac.
As for Herpo and Slytherin, who originally wanted to rece the position of the Death God, their wishes were actually wishful thinking from the beginning... If they were not born dark, they could not control the energy here, nor could they truly be the "Death God".
The figure on the throne of bones turned into tiny dark spots of light, crushed and crushed into powder, and this space soon lost the signs that the "Death God" had ever existed.
The skulls on his cloak fled in all directions, jumped into the scarlet river, and merged into a group with countless skeletons; the bones spliced ??together on the throne of bones struggled desperately, and seemed to want to go with those skulls.
Drac waved his hand, letting the skeletons return to their original state and jump into the river.
Then, he slowly walked into the sea of ??red spider lilies, looking at the earth that had been restored to its original state after a great battle, and the dark gray gloomy sky.
"It seems to be over?"
It is indeed over.
Drac sighed deeply.
The previous god of deathpletely lost the mark left in this world, and now the person who actually controls this world of death is Drac.
Drac felt the endless dark energy around him, as if he was using his arms and fingers, just like the magic power in his body; the surrounding mountains, rivers, ground and even sky seemed to change in his mind.
Drac''s mind moved, and he habitually snapped his fingers-
The entire vast world suddenly changed, the scarlet river and countless skeletons merged into argeke, thirteen sword-like mountains turned into a castle standing by the scarletke, there was a small room in the castle, and a few red spider lilies were inserted on the windowsill of the room...
Drac appeared in the room, sitting behind a desk, leaningfortably on a soft armchair.
"After living for so many years, the mostfortable ce is such an office in Hogwarts." He closed his eyes and whispered softly.
He snapped his fingers again.
The power originally lent to Voldemort and Herbo was forcibly taken back. Through the connection between this power and the present world, Drac saw the interesting panic expressions of Voldemort and Herbo when they suddenly lost their power.
He also saw that although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were surprised for a moment, they each seized the opportunity and sessfully captured Voldemort and Herbo.
Voldemort''s soul was even weaker than Riddle''s Horcrux, and was absorbed and merged by the Horcrux he made, and lost consciousness; Herbo''s scepter was burned by the Fiendfyre, and Andros took the opportunity to use the Patronus topletely annihte his fragile soul...
At this point, the n to rece the god of death can be considered aplete sess.
Drac retracted his gaze and took out a delicate hourss with a light golden color hanging on a golden ne from his pocket.
"What a trouble, I have to go back again."
He looked at his gloomy wooden wand with an inexplicable expression.