Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 215 The Altar
They hurried down the hill to the cemetery.

Even with the mist cleared, the place looked eerie, with occasional phosphorescent fires churning.

Like a worm, limp in the ditch, but in fact its general shape is still human, the strange monster relaxes its liquid-like flesh, and stays in it motionless.

Its size is super huge.

It almost filled the entire turbid and viscous ditch tens of meters long.

But He Gang didn't even feel the slightest danger from it. Even those grotesque human faces that had decayed, exposed blood vessels and nerve tissue, subcutaneous fat and soft flesh, had a strange expressionless expression with their eyes closed. appearance.

It is almost like two species with other weird creatures wandering tirelessly in the village.

Of course, they may be two species themselves.

"There are a lot of bones buried here, and the souls of those bones have already been drawn to the other side... Otherwise, what else would we know from them."

Dumbledore said softly.

They passed one after another, the Riddle family's tombstones standing out among the low graves of some villagers.

Groups of giant rats, perhaps as large as puppies, chirped across the shadows.

Their bare skin was stained with scraps of flesh.

Probably the carrion that fell from the weird things picked up from the ground.

Some fluorescent light spheres lead the way ahead.

Occasionally, there can be heard the crunching sound of small bones being crushed under the feet. Those are the bones of babies.

Such skeletons almost filled the entire cemetery, and they were all baby girls, mixed with the mud.

Some horrific tragedy must have occurred here.

Because the skeletons of these baby girls are all incomplete, and they are covered with marks of rodent gnaws.

Just like the victims of the Triwizard Tournament in history, they seemed to have been attacked by some strange biome gathered in a large area.

"just in front."

Dumbledore waved his wand from time to time, and the bone fragments that had become less pale due to long exposure to the outside slowly sank into the ground.

It seems that something was sacrificed here not long ago.

Finally, they arrived.

But not where they landed just now.

But another direction of the cemetery.

The tombstones here are not as old, old, and decayed as the other Riddle family tombstones. They are still very new, not seriously weathered, and even some complete epitaphs can occasionally be seen.

"It's a little weird."

He Gang said that when he walked between the tombstones, the shadows cast by those magnificent shapes made the light that the patron saint could fall on him intermittent.

He looked at Dumbledore,
"It's so neat, these tombstones, and there seems to be a weird sense of religion in it."

Those huge stones were carved into tombstones, and then surrounded into something that was not a platform, but an altar like Stonehenge.

They leaned forward to read the writing on the tombstone.

"Not Old English, not Russian, not Old Niru, not Latin."

Dumbledore touched the strangely shaped, even meaningless line with his wand.

"Magic is insulated, and it is difficult for any spell to work on it."

"If this thing was set up by the Ravenclaws who captured Voldemort, it must be a text message used by an existence they are trying to summon, but what does the message of this character mean?"

He Gang is not a linguist, let alone a writing expert. He has not even passed CET-[-] in English.

He jumped up suddenly, and the place where he was standing under his feet immediately shattered, and he came to the sky to check the layout of these tombstones.

There are eleven tombstones, each of which looks like a regular and hard pentagon from top to bottom.

There are four seats in the inner ring and seven seats in the outer ring, forming two rings nested together.

The new land that Dumbledore was talking about was in the center of the two circles.

It's just that this piece of land is also daubed with strange symbols.

This symbol has appeared many times.

In a regular circle, straight lines crisscross, but all lines end with a smaller original.

He Gang thought of the sacrificial ceremony held by the Lamia believers he had encountered.

So this time, Voldemort is the sacrifice?

He falls.

"It should be here, I can hear his heartbeat."

He Gang nodded,

"Very weak, but stable, he's not dead."

"Did you see it?"

"See what?"

"Here is an altar."

Dumbledore said.

He Gang nodded:

"I see."

They looked at each other.

He Gang could hear Voldemort's heartbeat, which meant that he was indeed here.

Nagini also appeared restless.

There are offerings.

There is an altar.

There are also those giant monsters that serve as guards.

Even such a strange and pervasive geomantic treasure land has already been selected.

So, what's missing...?
The...believer in charge of the altar?
What are they communicating with?
"About Wilbur?"

Dumbledore said.

He Gang said:
"And its...brother who makes Bloody Baron tremble just thinking about it."

【噗嗤——】

【噗嗤——】

……

There was a loud bang on all sides of the cemetery, accompanied by rising purple smoke and disturbing, eerie shadows falling to the ground.

A human figure apparates here.

"Are they Death Eaters?"

Dumbledore looked at the costumes of these strange figures and determined that they were the Death Eaters who had been loyal to Voldemort but later betrayed them.

In the eyes of the two, even these Death Eaters may not be aware that there are actually some weird changes happening to them.

Wands protruded from under their cloaks, and dots of bright green light lit up on them.

"Albus Dumbledore..."

These rebellious Death Eaters surrounded them, a strong sense of depravity appeared on their bodies, manifested in physiological mutations similar to filth.

But this variation has not really reflected in reality, so they are still pure humans.

A heavy voice chanted Dumbledore's name, and he hid himself deeper, then, little by little, he emerged from the crowd of Death Eaters who had gathered around him.

He says,

"You have come back to life... This is surprising and unbelievable... However, your power will definitely make that one feel... more palatable..."

【唰——】

The wand in Dumbledore's hand actually made the sound of a long sword piercing through the air. He took a step forward with a very ugly expression on his face.

他 说:

"It's you, I thought you were dead...Igor Makarov!"

"You are not dead, how could I die... I want to see with my own eyes the Dark Lord becoming the stepping stone for the new king to ascend the throne!"

The Death Eater named Makarov had a fierce voice.

[Avada——! ! 】

Before he could finish his spell, there was a bang, and the young man with an oriental face who was behind Dumbledore just now had taken his place.

He Gang used a piece of linen to wipe his blood-stained and shattered fists.

Igor Makarov, a Death Eater who hadn't finished pretending, was blasted into scum by him in one tenth of a second.

Silent.

"You didn't see my power at that time?"

He looked around, feeling disdain and contempt for these weak wizards.
"How dare you appear in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)