Chapter 387: Evil God of Death

Ivan looked around and felt as if his body weighed nothing.

Gravity seemed to have lost its effect. He could touch the top of the rock wall with a slight jump.

Then, Ivan realized that he was in a soul state.

His soul had left his previous realm, had separated from the real world, and came here alone under the influence of the strange nameplate.

He did not know what the real world looked like or where he was. Maybe it was the same as what she had experienced the other night, maybe it was another magical illusion.

A magical illusion left behind by Slytherin-could it be another piece of evidence?

After all, in some theories, Azkaban was initially built by Salazar himself, and was his place of retirement in his later years. There must be something unusual here.

Would a certain part of the evil spirit's body have been hidden here, and that's why the nameplate reacted?

If so, would it be the brain or the body?

Ivan followed this line of thinking for a while, but he didn't feel that things were right.

If the evil spirit created by Herpo the Mad was really here, then it wouldn't be as silent as it was now, and the whispers he just heard would be completely different from before.

Even if they were the words of an evil god, it certainly wasn't the same.

Ivan looked at the huge pit in front of him, dark and invisible, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

That was what Dumbledore called the Throat of the Abyss, the real subway chasm.

There was a voice calling Ivan. He hesitated whether he should go in.

It had been a long time, and Dumbledore had not yet arrived. That said, his current situation was extremely bad, and he might not even have a way out.

There was no other way out in this room, except the deep pit in front of him.

This was no way to keep waiting. If this was really the illusion left by Slytherin, then doing nothing could trap him here forever.

Ivan decided to follow his instincts instead of fantasizing.

He went to the dark well and put his glowing wand down.

It was dark below, and the well seemed too deep for him to see anything.

The next second, Ivan jumped right in. Whatever happened, he was now in a soul state.

Other than the evil dark magic, nothing physical would hurt him, no matter what.

He went straight down, falling into the dark, endless abyss.

Despite his best efforts, the light from his wand played no part. Darkness came from all sides, and Ivan could see nothing.

Despair and fear went hand in hand, and the melancholy mood grew stronger and stronger.

Ivan kept falling and began to feel that he was not going to land. But soon he felt the difference. Instead of air, he was surrounded by a strange cold substance that enveloped him completely.

Ivan was stunned for a moment before realizing it was water.

He was now in the icy waters of the North Sea. After jumping into the deep well, he had reached the bottom of the island of Azkaban.

Because he was in a soul state, Ivan didn't have to worry about oxygen and breathing.

He relaxed completely and looked around by the light of his wand.

An unfamiliar fish swam by him, turned around and disappeared into the cold water.

It didn't take him long to realize that he could move freely.

He wasn't going down, and the strange, glowing nameplate on his arm gradually calmed down, which meant he had reached his destination.

Although what was happening in front of Ivan was totally beyond his scope of knowledge, there seemed to be something around him that attracted him and he could feel it.

He tried not to think, not to explain these unreasonable things with magic or science. He just knew that if he could find what the nameplate needed to show him, he could get out of here and back to the real world.

He kept swimming in the dark sea, and then, he seemed to have found something.

He raised his wand, and before him was the body of a gray creature, round and long, no matter which way he looked, he couldn't see the end of it.

This creature seemed to be long dead; its body was motionless, and its surface was not shiny, showing a dark gray that was about to decay and deteriorate.

"What is this?" said Ivan quizzically. "It looks like a giant rubber tube."

As he walked through the "tube," the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

A few minutes later, as he saw more of these tubes, Ivan finally realized what it was. These tubes were probably the tentacles of some kind of creature.

He didn't know why, almost in an instant, he thought of the "evil forest god" and its tentacles.

In front of him was a body of an evil god! He tried to run away immediately, but stopped; he felt no threat!

The sepulchral silence, the whispers and calls that had just come in disappeared, as if they had never existed.

This creature, evil or not, was now dead.

Ivan did not know what kind of power could have killed this evil spirit of the void, however powerful and horrible it was.

He approached again, ready to take a closer look.

But no, the size of this guy in front of him was tremendous.

Ivan thought for a moment, and gently pointed his wand at the tentacles in front of him.

He read a spell, and a bit of fluorescence emerged from the end of his wand and floated over the body of the evil god.

More and more fluorescence spread, and gradually covered the body of the entire evil spirit.

Now, Ivan could finally see this guy. He was truly amazed by the sight before him. Ahead of him was a huge monster in the form of an octopus.

Its body was quietly leaning in front of Ivan, as majestic and terrifying as anything he had ever seen before.

This octopus-shaped evil was over a thousand feet long. Its head was submerged in the sea.

It seemed to be connected to the subterranean abyss. Numerous tentacles emerged from its head and grasped the entire island of Azkaban upward.

The edges of the tentacles had begun to assimilate into the rock and had become one.

In the center, that is, where Ivan fell, countless black egg-shaped things came out of the octopus' mouth to spray, slowly upward.

These eggs floated very slowly, but they were moving.

Ivan looked closely and immediately recognized what they were. These were not eggs at all. They were all Dementors.... the evil god was making Dementors!