"But why is this happening?"

Looking at the flow of magic in his palm that gradually merged with the dark gray drapery, Dracula frowned slightly.

There are no silent people in the Hall of Death, and there is nothing else, only an old and dilapidated arch, so only the arch has enough energy to represent death.

But if this is the power of death, then why is it the same as the magic that comes from darkness in oneself?

Immediately, Dracula suddenly chuckled.

"Whatever it's death or darkness, why don't you take it back and see?"

Dracula could feel that although the magic of merging with the curtain had become much more connected to him, it was still under control.

As a result, his palm swirled slightly, and as if a black hole had appeared in the palm of his palm, he inhaled the crimson magic in front of him and the dark gray fluid on the curtain, forming a gray-red vortex.

The curtains on the arches swayed without wind, and as the black hole in Dracula's palm pulled, wisps of smoke drifted out, gradually filling the entire hall with a misty mist.

The dark gray smoke and crimson magic went hand in hand, slowly intertwining with the magic in his body.

The next moment, Dracula Tongkong suddenly contracted.

He felt that the total amount of magic power that he thought had developed to the limit a long time ago, and the energy that had not changed in the slightest for hundreds of years suddenly had a slight tendency to increase!

The energy representing death on the arch can really be absorbed by Dracula and then turned into his own use!

Dracula, on the other hand, could perceive that behind the arch there was another mysterious space, in which there was an inexhaustible source of energy.

Dracula subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to enter the space directly through the arch.

He doesn't look like Voldemort, but he doesn't really have much idea about getting stronger or something. But he's interested in changes he hasn't seen in a long time, and wants to make some changes to his unchanging body.

So Dracula took a step forward......

"You wouldn't want to go over there at this time."

Just as Dracula was about to step into the arch, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

With Dracula's perceptual ability, he didn't even notice when there was another person here.

He stopped, looking back in surprise.

I saw a figure standing in the mist, wearing a gorgeous red cloak and a long hood that covered his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.

This appearance is really familiar.

Dracula: "......"

"It's hard for me to imagine myself being bored to this extent." Looking at the figure of the hooded man in front of him, his expression was very strange, "Is it necessary for you to dress like this? It's not like I don't know who you are, anyway."

「…… The form still has to go a little bit." The hooded man was silent for a moment, and said in a murky voice.

「…… If you're happy, you'll be happy." Dracula clasped his hands to his chest and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Then tell me, why don't I want to get in there at this time?" In fact, you should know that I would rather like to go inside that arch."

….

"It's not time yet." The hooded man said ominously.

"But why can't you make it clear?" The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched, "I can't imagine that one day I will become a riddler like you."

"There's a lot more you can't think of!" The hooded man chuckled suddenly, and Dracula could even imagine the corners of his mouth curled under the hood.

For the first time, he realized that when others saw the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, they were just as angry as he was now.

"What kind of thing can you sell if you're idle......" Dracula took out the time turner he had just come from the Time Hall from his pocket, and pouted his lips disdainfully, "Isn't it just five hours, can there be any big changes that have not been seen in more than a thousand years?"

Won't it work?"

"Who told you I was coming back five hours later?" "I said, there's a lot more you can't imagine."

Dracula winced and stared at the figure in a gorgeous red cloak.

This dress was improvised at Madame Morkin's clothing store in order to fight with his past self, and he never wore it again except when he was traveling through time.

It is clear that this figure is the future Dracula himself.

But he couldn't tell how long his future self had been back in the present.

If not five hours, is it a day? Or is it a month? Or even a year or even many years?

If the future self really returned to the present many years later, then is he just trying to stop his past self from entering this arch?

What's inside this arch?

"Tell me, why don't you let me in?" Dracula asked bluntly.

"Haven't you thought about it?" The Hall of Death, the true meaning." The hooded man whispered.

"Doesn't it mean that the power of death is stored in it?" Dracula frowned, "I'm still wondering why my magic and the power of death seem to come from the same source."

"But why didn't you think that with the abilities of those wizards, how could they store so much energy for time, the universe, love, and even death?" The hooded man retorted, "Is that their level of research that doesn't even count as a three-legged cat?"

Dracula fell silent.

"Come to think of it, the Department of Mysteries existed long before the Ministry of Magic was founded." The hooded man said, "Or rather, the Ministry of Magic was established here for this Department of Mysteries."

"So...... What the hell is in here?" After a moment of silence, Dracula asked softly.

"The drapery is swaying without wind, because life is dying every moment in the world." "And in this space, the gradually descending stone steps around it signify the gradual aging of life......

"Haven't you figured it out yet? What kind of world is the world behind the arch?"

Dracula looked back at the old and dilapidated arch, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect this arch to be so important that it was worth finding a way to travel back in time to prevent myself from entering." He suddenly laughed, "But have you ever thought that the more people dissuade me, the more I want to go in and have a look!"

….

Before he could finish speaking, before the hooded man could react, Dracula suddenly turned around and stepped into the dark gray curtain inside the arch with great decisiveness.

One step out, change the world!

The first thing that catches your eye is a large sea of umbrella-shaped, curly petals, and no leaves.

Countless manju sawahs.

Dracula's office had a few planted by Dobie, and Andros had dozens of them in the secret realm of Mount Olympus, but never with the red petals that spread across the earth.

The sky is also completely dark gray, contrasting with the bright flowers on the ground.

There was no sun in the sky, and I don't know where the light came from, and a gloomy world came into view.

At the end of the sea of flowers, tall mountain peaks abruptly rose from the crimson ground, all of which seemed to be stained with scarlet blood, stretching into patches.

In the gloomy purgatory, endless skeleton phantoms floated in midair, struggling to move their mutilated bodies from time to time.

Seven or eight huge mountains of dry bones stood tall, and endless blood-colored rivers rolled between the bones......

In the center of this space, there is a figure sitting on a throne of bones, a pitch-black cloak hanging down behind him, and countless skull-like phantoms are piled up on the hem of the cloak, constantly struggling and wailing, all the time not wanting to drag the owner of the cloak into the surrounding river of blood, but it is like a mayfly shaking a tree, difficult to move

Fraction.

Even with Dracula's more than 1,000 years of experience, he never imagined that he would see such a scene one day.

His eyes twitched, and he slowly raised his steps and walked towards the Throne of Bones in the distance in the sea of flowers that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

Dracula wondered what kind of person would live in such a hell.

Could it be that as the legend of "The Tales of the Poet Bean" is, there really be a god of death in this world?

This feeling of disrupting the preconceived perception constantly stimulates Dracula's nerves, leaving him with only an interest in the new environment, without the slightest awe or fear of the unknown.

As Dracula went deeper, the cloak on the Throne of Bones swayed slowly.

The figure on the throne looked up, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes that were not in focus.

There was hardly a shred of flesh on his face, except for a face made of dry skin and bones, no different from a normal skeleton, only more terrifying and more powerful.

"It's so dark." The skull didn't open its mouth, but an obscure and terrifying voice came from its body, "It's really rare that such a thick darkness has never sought my help in this world, but has come here directly."

"Oh?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "So...... Can many people with darkness still seek your help?"

"Of course, without my help, how would they have obtained such a power that is so powerful that it should not belong in the world." The skull stood up proudly, and with a wave of his arm, the cloak flung far behind his back.

Far from being as thin as his face, his figure looked extraordinarily muscular, and coupled with his tall height, he could simply give people a sense of oppression rushing towards him.

….

"You mean that your power is not of the world?" Dracula asked with interest.

"I don't belong to what you call the world." The skull said, "Since you've come to this world, don't you understand who I am?"

"Yes." Dracula shrugged, "So there's such a thing as a Grim Reaper, I always thought it was made up by that guy Bean."

"Since you know that I am the Grim Reaper, you don't surrender to me, don't you even know how to respect me?" Dracula's indifferent attitude made the Grim Reaper a little angry, "Aren't you afraid of death, mortal?"

"Afraid of death?" Dracula scoffed, "I'm tired of being alive for a long time, and if you can help me die, you're good."

Grim Reaper: "......"

He scrutinized Dracula with dark gray eyes, his expression darkening.

"It's the damn race of the Bloods, and you have the purest blood......" Death's voice was cold, "It's disgusting."

"What's wrong with the Bloodline?" Dracula frowned, "Aren't the Bloods one of the ordinary races in the wizarding world?"

"Ordinary race?" Death sneered, "If that's the case, that's fine, but it's a pity......

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly skipped the previous topic, "Kid of the Blood Clan, I really can't kill you. But I can imprison you here for eternity, so that you will never be able to escape!"

The Grim Reaper reached forward. As he moved, it was as if the entire space was rotating with him, and an incomparably powerful coercion was acting on Dracula's body.

It was rare for Dracula to feel such a strong pressure, and the corners of his mouth were hooked into a smile.

"It's really worthy of death, it's really different from those local chickens and dogs in the world." He laughed wildly, "Hahahaha...... It's exciting!"

The blood-red light in Dracula's eyes flowed rapidly, and countless dark energies erupted from his body, and even the power of death that permeated this space merged with Dracula's own magic, blowing the cloak behind him with a hunting sound.

With his wings stretched out suddenly, Dracula dodged into the air, driving a blood-colored river around his body and swirling, unexpectedly summoning the power around him for a short time to stalemate with the oppression of the entire space.

"It's useless, Bloodline, this is my home turf!" The Grim Reaper roared coldly.

The next moment, an even more violent aura suppressed it.

Dracula frowned and turned his head to look in the direction he had come. There should have been an old arch with a dark gray draperia hanging in the midst of the flowers, but it was empty.

"Heh, I'm not interested in staying here with you." Dracula's form quickly retreated through the air, avoiding the most powerful areas, and then summoned a silent Dark Moon behind him.

"It's useless, this is not the world you're in, your space magic won't work." The Grim Reaper laughed wildly, whipping up an even more manic storm.

However, at this moment, a wisp of gray and red magic suddenly poured out from the shadow of the dark moon. Dark Moon, who had never been able to contact the outside world, seemed to have a coordinate in the endless fog, and instantly made a location!

When this wisp of red and gray magic appeared, the skeletal face of the Grim Reaper changed dramatically.

"It's ...... This is...... This ability is never something you can have! It can't be......" he muttered, "Why...... Bloodline ......"

Dracula didn't hear what Death was saying, and disappeared into the sea of bright red flowers with the faint moonlight.

……

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