Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

177 Grim Reaper
There was only one long table left in the entire auditorium.

At the end of the long table, there is a huge round wooden door.

Like the kind of table used by the Knights of the Round Table.

Seeing He Gang coming in from the door, Voldemort got up quickly.

Hundreds of Death Eaters in black robes densely packed on both sides also shrouded themselves in the shadows, and then bowed deeply.

"too dark."

He Gang said.

His original intention was that it was better to turn on the lights, since incandescent lamps are much brighter than these candles.

Moreover, the environment here was so dark, and those Death Eaters were hidden under their cloaks, so they couldn't see what they looked like at all.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort waved the elder wand in his hand.

A bright light shot out from the tip of the wand, directly through the dome and into the sky.

In an instant, the light burst.

The dark clouds were instantly dispersed.

Even on the dome, the sun was shining brightly.

"good."

He Gang admired.

Voldemort opened his arms, he gave a feint, then straightened quickly, saying:
"It's just a trick, not as good as a guest."

"Even in another world, this is no small trick."

He Gang ignored the silent and unusually neat Death Eaters on both sides, walked straight to the chair on the right side of the round table, and sat down on his own.

他 说:

"It's a good wand. I'm using a poor quality wand made by Dumbledore. Honestly, it's not even as good as picking a twig outside."

"The elder wand, one of the three sacred objects, has very powerful power. I dug Dumbledore's grave to get it."

Voldemort showed He Gang a wand with a strange shape and obviously longer than others of the same kind in his hand.

He walked to He Gang and sat down, and two cups of steaming tea appeared on the round table instantly.

But to his surprise, the oriental man in front of him looked at the elder wand...with no intention of coveting it at all.

Even a little dismissive.

"Elder wand... I'm quite familiar with it..."

He Gang pouted.

He looked around, there were probably more than a hundred dark wizards here, and the power of the wands in their hands was at least [-]% lower than that of Voldemort's.

In the final analysis, the elderberry wand is only the armament of the golden rank, and it is quite hip in the golden rank. After all, the function and effect are too single.

For example, the system store sells this thing, buy one with 1K computing power, buy five with 5K computing power and get two free, and the more you buy, the more discounts you get.

He Gang bought seven of them.

Take it in your hand and play with it.

Voldemort's pupils contracted suddenly.

With his eyesight and magic power, he could easily see that these Elder Wands were all genuine, and that they were newer, easier to control, and had a greater blessing effect on spells than the one in his hand.

"Send it to you."

He Gang casually threw out six sticks.

Keep one for yourself and put it in the system backpack.

There was a sudden burst of dense whispering from the Death Eaters.

They watched as Voldemort took wands of unrivaled power and began to discuss among themselves without discipline.

"Silence."

Voldemort's voice was soft and hoarse.

But there seemed to be a magical force, and any Death Eater who heard this was instantly quiet.

"The last meeting was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to introduce myself."

He Gang sat up straight,
"He Gang, from a world invaded by the filthy doomsday, my companions have powers that you can never imagine, and the enemies you face are more terrifying than any creatures you have ever seen, heard or even dreamed of. Ten thousand times."

So the hall became more and more silent.

"Sir, you mean, parallel world?"

Voldemort is not ignorant of Muggle technology, on the contrary, he is considered the most advanced alien among wizards, and has some understanding of many novel ideas put forward by Muggles.

"It's almost understandable in this way."

He Gang was noncommittal.

Because he himself doesn't understand what kind of existence the dungeon world is.

"I saw Dumbledore's current situation...young, powerful..."

"Longevity, power, these are the two things that anyone with desires wants. With power, one can naturally have everything else such as power, wealth, beauty, etc."

He Gang interrupted Voldemort, he licked his lips, leaned forward,
"Don't you want the same thing?"

This is very obvious and quite straightforward.

He Gang went straight to the point and didn't bother to make some detours.

他 说:

"But with all due respect, in your current state, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive the millennium."

"You don't understand, I can live many times."

"Yes, relying on your mutilated souls left behind in certain dead objects, and relying on your loyal servants to reign over the wizarding world again."

He Gang scoffed,

"Why don't you see how many Horcruxes you have left, and what do you think you offended by breaking free from death?"

Voldemort already knew that the protagonist trio was hunting for his Horcruxes.

But in comparison, he was more interested in the latter sentence.

"My act of breaking free from death..."

"grim Reaper."

He Gang's complexion suddenly darkened, and a heavy smile appeared on his face in coordination,
"Death is coming."

The voice just fell.

A violent hurricane appeared in the auditorium, and everything around suddenly disappeared, disappearing into the pupils of He Gang and Voldemort like faded ink marks.

The whole world suddenly became chaos and nothingness.

Only two standing people remained.

"what happened?"

"Why... why did I lose my perception of everything."

"what……?"

Voldemort encountered such a situation for the first time.

He stared at He Gang on the opposite side, and began to consider whether this was a conspiracy by the Order of the Phoenix.

But He Gang just laughed.

He said to Voldemort:

"Look behind you, Tom."

Suddenly turned back.

Great panic filled Voldemort's mind instantly, and his hand holding the wand began to tremble violently.

It was a... what a huge shadow!

It was just a shadow, and the desperate breath of death revealed in it made murderous demons like Voldemort tremble uncontrollably.

Look at this thing that is bigger than the mountains.

He suddenly went crazy.

Then for a moment, he seemed to stop breathing.

He Gang knows many taboos of high positions.

Or... a trigger condition.

For example, Nodens, the Lord of the Great Abyss, or any infected god.

The world is probably the same.

It's just that he doesn't know what the name of the god of death is.

Anubis?

Hella?

Hades?
Or Yama?
Or... it doesn't exist in any myths and legends at all.

But he knew that as long as he talked about it in front of Voldemort, there would be a high chance of triggering the conditions for him to show up.

And because Voldemort's Horcruxes have not been completely destroyed, there is a high probability that Death will not take Voldemort's life immediately.

As long as everything goes as expected.

Then kill two birds with one stone.

First, you can see whether the Boss required to be defeated by the strategy mission is the god of death.

Second, it can also be used to win Voldemort's trust.

(End of this chapter)