bioinnovel Chapter 74 The Ultimate Sacredness, Soul Extraction!
Chapter 74 The Ultimate Sacredness, Soul Extraction!
Chapter 74 The Ultimate Sacredness, Soul Extraction! (Two-in-One)
"The most powerful Dark Lord in history..."
Upon hearing this, some of the prisoners in the jail looked horrified, while others' eyes lit up.
If others were to make the assessment that this so-called strongest dark lord in history is the greatest, they might scoff at it.
But when the person who said this was a seasoned Death Eater who knew Voldemort best, the meaning was clearly extraordinary.
Even the most senior Death Eaters, after witnessing Ciel's performance, had to admit that Ciel at this age already possessed strength far beyond what ordinary wizards could imagine.
And that ruthless heart that will stop at nothing.
Voldemort, at the same age, probably wouldn't even be worthy of carrying Ciel's shoes.
If Ciel were to mature for a few more years, he might set a record for becoming the youngest Dark Lord!
By then, will this group of people be considered the first batch of Shire's core members?
Could it be that Ciel arranged for the Dementors to compete against each other in order to consolidate his forces?
Thinking of this, a burning desire appeared in everyone's eyes.
Even if these people are released from Azkaban, they have no other way to go but to continue down this dark path.
Seeking refuge with Ciel, this promising little dark demon king, might not be a bad idea.
So, those who had previously objected to the so-called bottom-ranking elimination system couldn't help but have a thought pop into their minds.
"We must perform well and strive to meet the expectations of this little dark devil."
"At that time, perhaps he will be released from Azkaban and entrusted with important responsibilities!"
The atmosphere of despair and numbness in the Azkaban prison suddenly became vibrant and energetic.
At this moment, the Dementors who had escorted Shire out of Azkaban also sensed the changes in the cell.
The food, which was incredibly delicious to them, was being released in a continuous stream, causing them to open their mouths wide and begin to feast.
Even though they ate so freely, hope was still being born in Azkaban!
In an instant, the Dementors were even more convinced of Shire's worth.
This one is not only ridiculously strong and has a bright future, but he can also actually fill the bellies of these Dementors!
In the magical world, Dementors are considered protected creatures.
What's wrong with being a breeding stock here in Shire?
At least we can eat our fill!
Fueled by this overwhelming sense of hope, the Dementor race, whose numbers had drastically decreased due to Shire's previous feeding, began to slowly increase again.
As Ciel watched the Dementors, he noticed that some of them were splitting into new individuals.
A strange look appeared in his eyes.
"So Dementors increase their numbers through this kind of splitting?"
"By eliminating the process of pregnancy and childbirth, this breeding method is indeed very efficient for aquaculture."
"As long as there is enough positive emotion to feed on, the number of Dementors will quickly multiply."
"However, the number of prisoners in this breeding facility who can provide positive emotions is still insufficient. At this rate, when will I be able to freely feed on Dementors?"
Charles narrowed his eyes.
"I need to get things sorted out at the Azkaban breeding farm before I go to Hogwarts."
"We need to bring in more prisoners."
"However, it's too easy to expose yourself if you capture people in the wizarding world, since there aren't many people in the wizarding world. It's better to do it in the Muggle world."
"The traces were erased by the Dustless Land Charm, and the Ministry of Magic could not detect that it was done by a wizard."
With a loud Apparition explosion, Shire emerged from Diagon Alley and stepped into the bustling streets of London.
It was already early morning, and the newspaper boys were already shouting out today's hot topics.
"Breaking News!"
"Pablo Escobar, the world's richest drug lord, surrendered to the Colombian government and was allowed to be imprisoned in the luxurious prison he built!"
"Want to know what's inside prison? Want to see the pretty girls who get sent there?"
"Sir, would you like a newspaper?"
Charles raised an eyebrow.
It is now 1991. In his memory, it seems that such a world-shaking news event did happen at this time in his previous life.
Then, Charles bought a newspaper from the newsboy.
Seeing the radiant smile of Pablo Escobar, the world's biggest drug lord, on the newspaper brought back long-forgotten memories.
A notorious drug lord managed to get a government to compromise and allow him to be imprisoned in his private jail.
The prison has a casino, spa, bar, nightclub, and even a private helicopter landing pad. It's more like an extremely luxurious resort than a prison!
In his previous life, Charles both envied and resented this. Look how wonderful other people's lives are! A drug lord can make the government bow down. Amazing!
But now, looking at drug lord Pablo's smile, only one thought remained in Charles's mind.
"Look how happy and radiant his smile is."
"And his subordinates, they were all smiling even more broadly than the last."
"It seems to be a cheerful and optimistic criminal group, and quite a few of them. Very good. I like this kind of smiling drug lord. They should be able to make a significant contribution to my Dementor breeding business in Azkaban."
Then, in a secluded spot, Ciel lightly waved his wand.
A time-space marker erupted from the tip of the wand, mysteriously disappearing into the newspaper and sending an invitation from thousands of miles away to Pablo Escobar.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious prison in Colombia, Pablo Escobar was laughing loudly with his men, celebrating the concessions the Colombian government had made to them.
Just then, a beam of light appeared from the void and landed on Pablo, leaving a mysterious mark.
Pablo and his men were astonished by what they saw, and at one point even suspected that the wine they had just drunk had been spiked, causing them to hallucinate.
The next moment, a deafening explosion occurred.
Then, an eleven-year-old boy appeared before them.
The drug lords were speechless at this surreal scene.
Before they could react, everything around them seemed to come alive under Charles's wave of his wand, wrapping around the drug lords and binding them together like crickets.
With one hand holding the rope, Charles grabbed the Pablo Cartel drug lords and then Apparated them again, throwing them into Azkaban.
One second they were partying and drinking in a luxurious private prison, and the next second they were dumped on a secluded island in an unbelievable way by a teenager. Drug lord Pablo and his men were dumbfounded.
As they looked at Charles before them, shouts and curses filled the air.
Some people even pulled out pistols from their waists or pockets and tried to shoot Charles.
However, the scene quickly quieted down.
A pistol bullet was blocked by the dragon armor on Sharl's body.
As a reward for the brave act of shooting at himself, Ciel hung the shooter up, letting him float in the air as the Dementors slowly devoured his soul.
Although Muggles cannot see Dementors, they can see the cold mist that appears when a Dementor appears and feel the terrifying despair.
Pablo and the others looked in fear at the rising fog around them.
Their intuition was screaming at them that there was something in the fog that they dreaded.
The drug lord, who had been suspended in the mist, gradually changed his expression from ferocious and terrified to peaceful and numb, and fell to the ground like a walking corpse.
This sight caused the ruthless drug lords to huddle together, and finally Pablo gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Sir, who exactly are you?"
"Are you a messenger of God or the devil? Did you bring us here to be judged?"
"I know I may have committed many sins, but I have also done many good deeds. I built churches, I provided many jobs for the people, I..."
Charles raised an eyebrow and said calmly.
"I'm not that bored. I don't hold trials, and I'm not interested in hearing what you've done."
"I'm not a judge, I don't care about these things. The reason I brought you here is simply because I saw you laughing happily, you seem to love to laugh."
"Since you love to laugh, you should laugh more. The Dementors here feed on laughter, so you'd better take good care of them for me."
With Charles's words, drug lord Pablo and others finally began to understand their current predicament.
One by one, the ruthless drug lords revealed a look of shattered values in their eyes.
Just because they were laughing happily in the newspaper, this little wizard captured them and fed them to a monster called a Dementor.
Is there no law in this place called the Magic World?
Can't we do something about this little wizard?
They are absolutely vicious!
They will spend the rest of their lives on this deserted island.
For a moment, everyone showed expressions of despair.
However, at this point, Charles knew that he still had to give the prisoners some hope, and not let them be completely without a future.
After a moment of contemplation, Charles said.
"If you contribute enough, you will not only have the opportunity to leave here, but you may also receive magical items as a reward."
"Magic, do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Pablo and his men were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up with fervor.
magic?
Was that how Charles subdued them?
This is much more useful than a gun; it's incredibly elusive!
If they had magic, wouldn't it be much easier for them to transport goods?
Pshaw, if they have magic, what's the point of transporting goods?
It's not like it's wrong to be president for fun!
Even the legendary immortality might be achieved through magic!
Pablo swallowed hard.
Then, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he took out a personal photo album and respectfully handed it to Charles.
"My lord wizard, I have many more photos of me with other drug lords."
"We are a group of cheerful people, and perhaps we can be of some help to you, Wizard."
When Ciel saw the photo album, a smile appeared on his lips.
Immediately afterwards, a series of apparition explosions rang out.
One after another, drug lords, bound tightly with ropes, were lured by Sharti to Azkaban and handed over to the Dementors for processing.
Upon hearing that there was hope of acquiring magic, most of the drug lords' eyes lit up.
For a time, an unprecedented surge of hope and joy filled Azkaban.
The Dementors devoured happiness and hope, their minds consumed by a single thought.
"We can't finish it, we simply can't finish it!"
"Waaaaah, we Dementors have never eaten such a lavish meal before!"
"There can only be one sun in the sky; Lord Ciel is the only sun in our hearts!"
Meanwhile, with ample nutrition, the Dementors began to multiply, their numbers steadily increasing, soon surpassing their pre-feeding numbers and even doubling in number.
Upon witnessing this scene, Charles's eyes also revealed the ecstatic joy of an old farmer with a bountiful harvest.
After working so hard for so long, the harvest time is finally approaching!
With the wave of the wand, the Sovereign God Spell and the Holy Kingdom Spell were unleashed one after another.
The holy light of platinum obliterated one Dementor after another, while tentacles coiled up Dementors and devoured them with crackling sounds.
As more and more Dementors are eliminated, the range of the Sacred Kingdom Curse is expanding at a visible rate.
The initial Holy Kingdom Spell only covered a radius of twenty meters centered on the Charles, and could not even completely encompass the image summoned by the Sovereign God Spell.
But now, its range has increased from twenty meters to thirty meters, forty meters, and finally settled at a radius of fifty meters.
Within a radius of fifty meters centered on the Charles, everything above and below ground belongs to the Holy Kingdom!
Not only has the range expanded, but the holy magic within has also become more dazzling, and its destructive effect on dark magic has been at least twice as strong as before!
The changes in the Sovereign God Mantra are equally significant.
The summoned, indescribable white-gold figure soared to a height of nearly thirty meters, truly resembling a deity.
Its body surface was covered with a white-gold holy magic power that was so dense that it was almost tangible, as if it were wearing a layer of white-gold armor.
When the Holy Kingdom Mantra is wrapped around the Sovereign God Mantra, every movement causes the sacred flames to surge like waves.
With an excited, holy roar, a straight shockwave swept across the perpetually dark clouds above Azkaban, shrouded in negative emotions, carving out a gap of over a hundred meters in the clouds above!
For the first time in all of Azkaban, where the sun never shines, sunlight has finally shone down!
Seeing this, Charles's eyes also showed shock.
The power of both holy spells more than doubled.
When the two are combined, the power is at least three times that of the previous one!
If he could continue eating Dementors like this, Ciel believed he would show the magical world what true holiness was!
In addition to the surge in the power of the Holy Spells, Sharl's deduction points also increased dramatically due to the recent consumption of Dementors.
In such a short period of time, the number of deduction points has increased by more than a million!
Dementors truly live up to their reputation as extremely evil dark creatures in the magical world; the magical power they possess is considerable, and the points they provide are also enormous.
A dozen or so Dementors combined are almost as powerful as a fire dragon!
Besides these gains, Charles had an unexpected surprise.
A deep blue voice echoed in Xia Er's mind.
"When the host obtains high-grade soul materials, the points required to deduce soul-related magic will be greatly reduced."
"The host has witnessed the Dementor's kiss multiple times and the entire process of soul extraction, gaining knowledge that can be deduced—soul extraction."
"The initial calculation of this spell requires 300,000 points. Calculate it now?"
(End of this chapter)