The day to become the final boss

"You really live here?" Snape couldn't help asking when he came out of that huge place with the bottom like a bed and the whole like an upside-down funnel.

Is this really where people live?

This place is in the shape of a huge, hollowed-out egg, as big as a hollowed-out mountain. The open top in the middle can see the dark and rolling clouds outside, and thousands of doors are densely packed on the ring-shaped wall. , the ground is a whole piece of obsidian polished as smooth as a mirror, and they silently extend into the dark shadows far away.

And there is only one thing in the entire empty hall——

The heavy and slowly moving countless dark stairs stretched to the top, where a huge and silent throne stood, with a dark and cold halo flowing.

"No, this is just a hall, no one would like to live in a hall." Wan Mo smiled, and opened the nearest door with intricate carvings.

It is more like an ancient altar than a hall.

Empty, quiet, depressing and sacred, and the indelible desolation, people can't help spreading reverence from the deepest part of the soul.

Snape looked up at the huge throne one last time before leaving, so sacred of power, yet cold and lonely.

He followed Wan Mo into the open door.

Compared with the other side of the door, this place looks more like a human settlement. ——It’s just like it.

When Snape first came in, he did find a black figure all over his body, although he disappeared after Wan Mo spit out a strange but ancient syllable.

"What's that?" Snape asked casually while looking at the place that looked like an ancient castle.

"What are you referring to?" Wan Mo raised his eyebrows.

"I saw a dark shadow when I came in just now."

"Well...that's—you can take it as a house-elf."

"A house-elf with a scythe?" Snape's mouth twisted into a sarcastic smile.

"Oh, don't mind, those are their labor tools." Wan Mo motioned him to sit down on the opposite seat, knocked on the tea table in front of him, and two cups of hot coffee appeared there.

Snape didn't touch the cup of coffee, but asked "Is this hell?"

"No, it's not here, but it's very close to hell." Wan Mo sipped his coffee and knocked his eyelids, "It seems that you learned a lot from Ferriges."

"Of course not," Snape said, curling his lips. "That lizard has a tight mouth, and it takes a lot of knocking to get something useful out of it. Ah - great - Mr. Ferrigas always emphasized I am a noble magic dragon—then, Mers, I guess you are also a life other than human?"

His obsidian eyes were sharp and focused.

"Yes." Wan Mo didn't intend to argue at all.

Snape's pupils narrowed slightly, "Then can you please tell the humble me, what is Your Excellency? You also eat souls and magic power?"

"Of course not, I eat most of what is on the human diet." Wan Mo did not quibble, he only selectively avoided certain questions.

It doesn't look like he intends to be candid about his species affiliation.

"Are you—a monster too?" Snape pursed his lips, and as soon as he asked the key question, Moores was as good as that lizard.

"I'm not a monster." Wan Mo put down his cup, and made a small and clear voice on the coffee table, and the deep-colored coffee rippled in circles in the white porcelain cup.

Snape was a little surprised. He had thought that Mers was a monster like Ferrigues, but he was something other than a monster.

He paused for a moment. "I know from the language of Ferrigues that it's been around for a long time—at least 2000 years. And what about you? I don't think you're really only as old as you appear."

Wan Mo stared at him with a smile, his eyes flickered, "Oh, come on, it's rude to ask someone's age so directly."

"I thought only a lady's age was a secret!" Snape shot back.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Wan Mo spread his hands and knocked on the coffee table again, and a basket of fresh fruits appeared on it. "Won't you have some, Severus?"

Snape stared at him, half-uttering the word "No!"

"Then, let me ask you instead," Wan Mo picked up a bunch of attractive purple grapes, and peeled off one. "I saw over there just now—" he pointed to the other side of the intricately carved door, "you're a little dazed, what are you thinking?"

"I was wondering - why should I tell you?" Snape sneered vilely.

Wan Mo shrugged, still smiling.

"Well, I'm looking up at that ancient throne high above and wondering how his master would be..."

"Great?" Wan Mo continued to peel off a grape indifferently.

Snape glared at him. "Lonely."

Wan Mo was taken aback for a moment, and the movements in his hands also paused at the same time.

He stared blankly at the young wizard who was still slightly thin and pale in front of him, as if there was a great attraction in his dark eyes.

"Severus, I'm actually a god..."

Snape retorted almost immediately with veins popping out of his forehead: "Remind you, Mers, I've never seen a god who is so brazen as to rub someone with his thigh...!" His dark eyes were staring, and the corners of his mouth twisted Twice, I don't know if it was because of anger or other reasons, a faint powder floated on his pale cheeks.

Wan Mo laughed so happily that he even dropped the grapes in his hand. "Oh, Severus, how innocent you are, how the platinum peacock didn't spoil you—" He stretched out his sinful paws to the little wizard, "Oh God, I want to tease you even more..."

"Mers!!"

Soon, Wan Mo sent Snape back, and by the way replied to Mr. Snape's question about repatriating the stupid pet sea urchin, "Fraffi is not stupid, Severus, well, it is now, but I promise it's just Temporary." Fluffy, who was originally just an ordinary magical creature, became a monster because of the erosion of the magic power of the god of death.But it is not as intelligent as a natural baby monster, the running-in of magic power and body will make it a little sluggish in the early stages of life.

After sending Snape away, he opened the intricately carved door again.

He walked towards the huge, ancient and desolate throne, his long reflection was infinitely elongated by the dark obsidian mirror, and even the dim light around him surrendered to him.

He stretched out his white fingers, and spit out an ancient and elegant syllable from his beautifully curved lips. The quiet space only echoed the only sound, and his fingertips left dark runes in the air.

An ominous wind suddenly blew above the throne, and on the open top, in the dark and tumbling clouds, countless dark ghosts dragged after shadows, descending in all directions like shadows. They are so pure darkness that even the strongest Not even a ray of light could squeeze in.Holding a huge sickle in their hands, they knelt respectfully and took out the harvested souls from their arms, offering them to the greatest master of the throne of death.

Looking down at the darkness below and those tiny souls shining with little fluorescent light, Wan Mo remembered what Snape said, and he whispered it in a soft and small voice that only he could hear——

"Are you alone—"

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