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"As long as you let me go, I'll catch a few Muggles for you right away. It's easy for a wizard." Peter Pettigrew changed to a serious expression and began to swear at Count Dracula.

"Enough! You entered my territory without permission, and you dared us to submit. I will now sacrifice your blood to Satan, our great king of hell." Count Dracula suddenly became fierce and he waved. The bat flew Peter Pettigrew to the hanging cross.

Count Dracula extended his hand. In addition to having a long life, the most powerful thing about a vampire is that he can manipulate objects with his mind. Under the control of his mind, Peter Pettigrew is firmly fixed on the cross.

Count Dracula pulled out the sword from his waist and walked slowly towards Peter Pettigrew. At this time, countless bats flew down from the height of the auditorium, and they fell on the ground and turned back to the human form "690", knelt down on one knee and muttered to Satan's words silently. name, and reverently bow before the inverted cross.

Peter Pettigrew was trembling all over, but his hands and feet were all nailed to death, and he couldn't move, and his wand disappeared. He walked towards him, like a death god with a scythe in his hand and a cruel smile on his face.

"No, no, no, I beg you. Forgive me." Peter Pettigrew burst into tears and let out a final wail, but it was all to no avail. Count Dracula raised his sword and put it on Peter Pettigrew. His neck, the sharp blade cut open his arteries in an instant, accompanied by severe pain, blood gushing out from his neck. Count Dracula raised the gold cup full of jewels and placed it under Peter's head, and blood poured into the gold cup drop by drop along Peter's face.

Peter Pettigrew felt his life slowly flow away with the slowly increasing blood in the golden cup, the pain gradually dissipated, and a strange joy flooded his heart.

Peter Pettigrew flashed his humiliating and cowardly life in front of his eyes, and suddenly he saw the people who were killed by him crawling out one by one to ask for his life, he sighed, thinking that my humble life could become the devil's at the last moment. Sacrifice, also considered my blessing, death may be redemption and relief, he slowly closed his eyes, gave up the last struggle, and waited for death to come.

Soon, Peter Pettigrew's blood filled the entire golden cup, and the dark red and golden colors complemented each other in the candlelight, exuding a charming sweetness.

Count Dracula put down the sword in his hand, knelt on the ground, raised the golden cup in his hand above his head, and chanted loudly: "Great king of hell, my master, thank you for giving us blood and eternal life." He put the golden cup to his mouth and took a sip, the blood of a wizard is second only to the blood of a virgin.

Count Dracula stood up, walked down the steps, and handed the gold cup in his hand to the next vampire. His subordinates ate the blood of Peter Pettigrew one by one according to different levels. The last vampire cleaned up the gold cup and quickly put it back in place.

"My master, what should I do with this corpse?" the vampire on the side asked, pointing at Peter's corpse.

Count Dracula rolled his eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Isn't he an emissary sent by Voldemort? Then return his body to Voldemort. By the way, help me with a word for them, noble blood races are impossible to surrender For human beings, don't compare us to those scumbags who followed him more than ten years ago."

"Yes, Master." While speaking, the vampire opened his cloak and rolled up Peter Pettigrew's body, turned into a bat and flew out of the castle. Fly to the Gorrivia Mountains, Voldemort's camp.

At sunset, "Spray!" Peter's body was dropped by the vampires in front of the Dark Citadel. He turned into a human figure and stood not far away.

At this moment, Voldemort's icy voice came out in the cave of the dark fortress: "Go out and see, someone has sent us a big gift." The entire Gorivia Mountains are under the surveillance of Augustus, everything that happens here Can't escape his eyes.

"Yes, Master." The two Death Eaters stood up and came outside through the side door of the fort. Peter Pettigrew's body lay on the ground, and a man in a black cloak was standing beside the body.

"Who are you!" The two Death Eaters hurriedly drew their wands and pointed at the vampire.

"Relax, I'm just here to return the corpse to you. By the way, I will give you a message for my master. Noble blood race can't surrender to human beings. 35 After speaking, the vampire cloak turned into a bat and flew away. .

The two Death Eaters glanced at each other, one grabbed Peter Pettigrew's body by the other arm, dragged him into the fortress, and sent him to Voldemort...

"Master, this is the body of Peter sent back by the vampire. He was killed by the vampire. The vampire also said that it is impossible for a noble blood to submit to humans." The Death Eater knelt on the ground and replied to Voldemort.

Looking at Peter Pettigrew's icy corpse, Augustus was very happy. Peter's death was completely within his expectations. He had long been disgusted by this cowardly Wormtail. His death just gave himself a justifiable excuse. Go and attack the vampire's lair.

Voldemort slapped the seat with a slap, and the entire fort could feel his inner anger.

"These lower races dared to disobey my orders and even killed the messengers I sent. Who among you are willing to crusade those vampires who don't know how to live or die for me?" Voldemort's angry voice made all the Death Eaters kneeling on the ground silent. , his sharp eyes swept across everyone present, the Death Eaters bowed their heads. Death of Peter Pettigrew

They all saw it, and no one dared to bite this hard bone. 9

Augustus sneered inwardly, these Death Eaters showed off their might in front of honest people, and they softened when they encountered tough ones, but they were just a bunch of bullies who were afraid of toughness. At this time, the werewolf leader Mutu stepped forward and said, "I am willing to lead my werewolf elite to clear the vampire lair for the master."

Mutu's attitude did not surprise Augustus. The feud between the werewolf and the vampire has been 2.8 years old. Now that Voldemort is backing him, Mutu naturally wants to take this opportunity to destroy the vampire to relieve his hatred.

"Well, very good, very good, I know your loyalty. Although Augustus understood Mutu's intentions in his heart, he didn't say it clearly, "but I decided to go to the vampire's lair in person this time to teach them a lesson, It also sets an example for all the forces that oppose me, and what kind of fate will they dare to disobey me. Mutu, take your clan and go out with me. "Voldemort's voice was full of mighty power, and Mutu hurriedly knelt on the ground to obey Voldemort's orders.

"Very well, prepare for us to leave tomorrow." Augustus finished arranging everything and disconnected from Voldemort's puppet clone. Voldemort lowered his head and resumed silence.