Killing the killer at the slightest disagreement is something that is very much in line with Voldemort's personality.

His gaze turned to the vampires once more.

"I gave you a chance. Since you don't want to say it, then I'll find it myself. ”

Voldemort said as his gaze lingered on a certain place, grinning at a row of teeth with a hint of black and untidy: "No one can hide a secret in front of me. ”

One of the world's leading dementors, he can easily read other people's thoughts.

It didn't take long for him to find out.

I saw him slowly stretch out a hand and shake it towards the void.

There was an immediate commotion from the vampire on the other side, and the body of an older vampire with a mustache flew out uncontrollably, and the vampires around him pulled him hard, but their little strength did not have the slightest effect, and the other vampires tried to intercept it with magic, but the result was the same as before.

I could only watch the vampire fly out.

The mustachioed vampire struggled to no avail, and cast several spells in quick succession, but to no avail.

He simply attacked Voldemort, and with a jerky phrase that was too incomprehensible to understand, the flying mustachioed vampire unleashed a purple spell on Voldemort.

It was an ancient spell that allowed the mustachioed vampire to defeat five Death Eaters with ease.

It was such a spell that had high hopes for it, but it was easily blocked by the magic that Voldemort unleashed casually.

Then he was choked by Voldemort with one hand.

Cast without a wand, cast silently, and the casting process cannot be easily interrupted.

This can no longer be described as clever, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with a peerless rarity.

It's horrible.

"You're their leader?"

Voldemort's body had only been formed for a long time, and it had not been trained at all, but no matter how much the vampire struggled, he could not break free from his palm, as if a pincer had been activated and was holding his neck.

With the contraction of Voldemort's five fingers, the vampire's face began to redden at a rate visible to the naked eye, in stark contrast to the vampire's otherwise bloodless pale face.

Unbelievable, vampires clearly belong to the category of 'dead people' in the strict sense of the word, compared to normal humans, in fact, they are closer to the Yin corpse, they have no body temperature, no heartbeat, fear of bright light, and they don't need to supplement nutrition by eating except for absorbing blood, but they actually need to breathe.

"It doesn't look like it's very good."

"Driving my lovely servants around, I, as their master, have to take action."

Voldemort sneered at the mustachioed vampire who had been stuck in his own life, and his face showed a cat-and-mouse expression.

"Let go of Patriarch Belmont."

The rest of the vampires saw that the patriarch was humiliated and shouted loudly, but how could Voldemort pay attention to them.

While vampires need to breathe, choking doesn't kill them, it only makes them uncomfortable, just as sunlight and garlic can make them uncomfortable.

I saw Voldemort squeeze hard, and his ordinary palm seemed to turn into a red-hot soldering iron, which was attached to the neck of the vampire named Belmont, making a sizzling sound, accompanied by the smell of roasted meat.

Looking at the Belmont patriarch, who blushed but couldn't make a sound, and could only show a painful expression, Voldemort had a happy look on his face.

He likes to see others being tortured, especially when he tortures others with his own hands, which makes him feel comfortable all over his body.

The Death Eaters standing behind him let out a piercing laugh very cooperatively, waving their flags and shouting like a group of miscellaneous fish demons following the Demon King.

Someone on the vampire's side couldn't hold back and wanted to rush over to save their patriarch, but Voldemort just stretched out a finger with his other hand and flicked it into the air, and the dark green light enveloped their bodies.

Gone in an instant.

The whole process was silky smooth, and these vampires didn't even have time to scream.

Voldemort's brutality once again succeeded in intimidating the vampires, crushing them as easily as crushing an ant.

"I repeat, kneel, bow to me, prostrate at my feet, kiss the hem of my clothes to be my dog, and I will spare you, and I will spare your people."

Voldemort's tone was unmistakable.

However, this was of no use to the Belmont Patriarch, who struggled to squirm his lips and squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

"We won't be anyone's slaves! The Bloodline will never be a slave! ”

"It's a shame that you're going to die."

Voldemort's tone was cold again, he didn't plan to subdue these blood clans with affection and reason like Zhuge Liang captured Meng Shu in the seventh, and his little patience was completely exhausted.

I saw that the palm of his hand that was holding the other party's neck suddenly exerted force, and a dark green light suddenly shone from the palm, accompanied by the mournful scream of the Belmont patriarch, the other party's body began to decompose layer by layer in an instant.

The Disintegration Spell, a very evil form of black magic, will make people watch their bodies dissipate little by little, and they can do nothing but bear the pain that it brings.

Like the Diamond Charm, it is Voldemort's favorite spell, except that the Diamond Charm allows him to 'play' for a longer period of time, and the Disintegration Charm has a stronger impact.

Not being afraid of death does not mean not being afraid of torture.

Voldemort was trying to make the remaining vampires fear him with extreme tyranny.

He enjoys the fear that others have for him, and he is good at dominating everything with fear.

However, not everyone will do what he wants, decades ago there were Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix who fought against him for justice and justice, and now there will only be more and more such wizards.

"Hahaha, I see you, I see your weakness, Voldemort! No! Tom! ”

"Likes to threaten people with death. As powerful as you, what you fear most is death! ”

Belmont, whose body was decomposing little by little, actually began to laugh wildly, not only called out the name Voldemort, but even taunted him, as the oldest and most powerful one of the vampire clan, he has the power to see through the essence of people's hearts, and the effect of soul capture is two concepts, and it is a special racial talent in the vampire clan.

"But you're wrong! Not everyone is afraid of death, death is not terrible for our people, it is just a new journey. ”

"So."

Belmont, who was only half of his body left, had a determined look in his eyes.

"Join me in death! Tom! ”

(End of chapter)