"Walk with me through the fire!"

Cyrus issued an invitation. Under the dark night sky, the blue flames illuminated the pale faces of the Death Eaters.

They were either shocked, angry, or motivated. In fact, many people had already stood up from the mud and walked towards Cyrus with stiff steps. However, after witnessing the horror of the blue flame, no one dared to touch it, for fear that they would be burned to ashes the moment they touched the flame!

"Stop!" Little Barty yelled angrily, "Do you want to betray me?"

The Death Eaters paused, but the silence only lasted a few seconds before someone immediately stood up to refute Barty Jr.

"We are loyal to the Dark Lord and now we are returning to his side. How can we talk about betrayal?" The person who spoke was Osido of the Nott family. To be honest, to him, it didn't matter who the real Voldemort was.

Now it’s no longer a matter of taking sides, but which side you choose between life and death.

However, because he was afraid of fire, he did not take the lead.

Cyrus looked at them quietly across the flames. To be honest, with their loyalty, few of them had the ability to pass through the flames and stand by Cyrus' side.

However, Cyrus did not intend to kill them all. In fact, he lowered the standard. At this moment, anyone who was willing to surrender would not be burned to death by the fire shield, but their souls would feel the pain of being burned by the flames.

Barty Jr. stared angrily at the group of Death Eaters who had defected.

He held a wand in his hand, and it seemed that if he saw anyone who had the idea of ​​joining Cyrus, he would immediately cast a killing curse at the other person, making them pay for their disloyalty with their lives!

But what he didn't expect was that the first person to rush towards the fire was not the speaking Osido Nott, nor the Lucius Malfoy who he thought was soft and boneless, but Bellatrix Lestrange.

This woman was like a crazy black snake, rushing into the flames in the blink of an eye! She laughed loudly, and the flames didn't even hurt her at all, but instead enveloped her like a hot spring.

"Bella?!"

Barty never dreamed that the first person to betray him was Bella Lestrange, whom he thought was the most loyal. Who among the Death Eaters didn't know Bella's protection and admiration for the Dark Lord? However, at this moment, she staggered to the side of the imposter, and her smile was simply dazzling.

"What are you doing? Bellatrix?" Little Barty yelled angrily.

However, Bella turned around in the flames, opening her arms as if embracing the flames. Her expression was obsessed and crazy, and when she looked at Little Barty, she had a sense of arrogance.

"Of course I return to my master!"

She danced in the fire, speaking as softly as if she were whispering to her lover.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Bella bowed slightly to Cyrus, then knelt at Cyrus' feet and kissed the back of Cyrus' shoes.

"Stand up, Bellatrix. Only servants kneel before me, and you should stand behind me and follow my steps." Cyrus stretched out his hand but did not bend down.

Bella looked up, her eyes full of enthusiasm, as if this was an honor given to her by Cyrus! She solemnly reached out and grasped Cyrus's hand, stood up and turned around like a black swan in a ballet, then stood behind Cyrus, unable to take her eyes off him anymore.

With Bella as the leader, those defecting Death Eaters who were originally afraid of fire were already very tempted, and Nott became the second person to step towards the fire.

Barty, who had recovered from Bella's betrayal, was very angry at the moment. He picked up the wand without hesitation and pointed it at Nott's back! "Avada Kedavra!"

The green killing curse was shot out and was about to hit Nott's back, but at this moment, Cyrus raised his wand and raised it like a conductor. The flame suddenly became a little taller and directly swallowed Nott.

"boom!"

The blue fire blocked Little Barty's death curse, and the heat wave brought by the flames instantly blew Little Barty away, burning his skin red.

"How dare you lay hands on my servant?" Cyrus said coldly.

For Nott, he was talking about servants.

Unlike Bella who walked through the flames comfortably, Nott felt his soul being torn apart the moment he came into contact with the flames. It was as if he had really walked into a raging fire, with every inch of his skin burning red.

"ah--"

He only took a few steps before a look of pain appeared on his face. His pale nails dug into his chest, and he fell to his knees in the flames, unable to move forward.

"Owner!"

Nott stretched out his hand with difficulty and gave Cyrus a pleading look.

But Cyrus was very indifferent.

"This is a punishment, Nott." Cyrus said coldly, "Crawl over here!"

Bella curled the corners of her mouth coldly and looked at Osido Nott who was crawling on the ground, her eyes full of disgust and ridicule.

Osido Nott could only lower his head like a dog. His hands and feet felt like they were stepping on red-hot iron. Every time he moved forward, he screamed like a devil. He shed tears of pain, but they evaporated in an instant.

He wanted to retreat, but there was no way out.

To turn back now would mean death!

Of course, cowardice and hesitation will not end well either.

The Death Eaters outside the fire circle saw Nott's miserable appearance, which strengthened their determination to come to Cyrus. They even almost dispelled their doubts about whether Cyrus was the Dark Lord. Isn't this cold and indifferent look exactly the same as Voldemort? This is the Dark Lord!

The crowd began to move, and almost half of them were already walking towards the fire in fear. They were like criminals in shackles, walking barefoot on a mountain of knives. After being engulfed by the flames, everyone fell to their knees.

But soon, a second person appeared who could walk through fire like Bella.

It was the elderly Bulstrode, an old wizard who was extremely loyal to Voldemort and still remembered what the Dark Lord looked like when he was young. He strode across the flames and quickly surpassed Nott, the second person to enter the flames.

"Stand behind me, Bulstrode," said Cyrus, smiling.

He still had a deep impression of this old wizard. As the original followers of the Death Eaters, they occupied a lot of parts in Voldemort's memory. They were not only shocked by Voldemort's power, but also had ideals to a certain extent.

Of course, they also carry arrogance towards pure blood and disgust towards Muggles! This is almost the most fundamental belief of all Death Eaters. From the very beginning, they followed the banner of "pure blood supremacy" held high by Voldemort!

There are still many Death Eaters left. Most of them came out of Azkaban. They don’t think that the powerful Dark Lord has been defeated. There are also some fools who have not made up their minds what to do, and there are quite a few of them.

"My master, I beg for your forgiveness and swear to be loyal to you forever!" Nott lowered his head, his voice trembling.

After he said this, the other Death Eaters also begged with all their might. At the same time, the blue flame immediately coiled around their left arms like a snake. Wherever the flame snake passed, thick black mist immediately emerged from the Death Eaters' arms.

"Ah!" They grabbed their arms in pain. The dark mark of the devil disappeared under the burning of the flames and turned into smelly black smoke rising into the air.

The blue flame snakes left scarlet, spiral marks on their arms! This is the mark of ancient magic.

Cyrus also plans to form a wizard army of his own.

Although this group of pure-bloods is a motley crowd, they are an ancient wizard family after all, and actually have a huge influence in the British wizarding world. Due to some historical reasons in the early years, their bloodline can even extend to other continents in this world.

As for the name of this organization, Cyrus hasn't thought of it yet, and it's just a prototype now.

But one day, the seeds planted will grow into towering trees, with dense branches and leaves and roots intertwined, interweaving into a huge network. Whether it is wizards or Muggles, the world will eventually become one.

After the mark was carved, the pain caused by the fire shield seemed to be lessened, and the Death Eaters were grateful and bowed their heads to worship their Lord.

Cyrus actually enjoyed this feeling. The only drawback was that the Death Eaters crawling in front of him were not presentable. In fact, Voldemort was not dead yet! Voldemort could not have died from just one blow. He had magically transformed his body a long time ago, and his magic resistance was higher than that of a dragon.

Cyrus could tell his current state at a glance; this guy was obviously pretending.

Sure enough, just when most of the Death Eaters had left and the pressure on the remaining Death Eaters became increasingly heavy, the gray body that looked like a "corpse" began to move.

“How can I express my disappointment in you?” Voldemort stood up. His voice was very soft, but it was clearly heard by everyone. “But you, Lucius, you are beyond my expectations. I thought you would immediately turn your head away from the arms of that fake!”

Voldemort looked at Lucius meaningfully.

"I swear my loyalty to you, my lord!"

Lucius immediately lowered his head. He wanted to, but Cyrus stopped him. This was a very good chess piece. If he stayed with Voldemort, he might be of some use. Even though Lucius was actually useless.

"But what about you, Bella? I thought you were more loyal to me than anyone else."

"I am loyal to the Dark Lord." Bella poked her cheek with her wand and tilted her head to look at Voldemort.

Although the Death Eaters who had sworn allegiance were not named, fear rose in their hearts again and they looked at Voldemort in astonishment.

'Did I stand on the wrong side again? ' Those people thought in fear. Their wavering thoughts were punished physically. The new marks on their arms became hot and turned into a poisonous snake that moved through their skin!

"ah--"

They knelt and wailed. Wherever the snake passed, their skin was immediately burned, leaving ugly scars! "This is the price of betrayal." Cyrus looked at them with contempt, then walked out of the fire and looked at Voldemort.

Of course he knew that Voldemort could not be defeated so easily. If he was solved so easily, it would be ridiculous for Dumbledore, who had fought against it for many years.

"I have to say, you amaze me more and more, Cyrus." Voldemort praised sincerely, "Is this also the power of ancient magic?"

Compared to his past, Cyrus was much better, and he was also able to perform the Transfiguration of Magical Beasts unprecedentedly.

But it was still not enough for him who had recovered his strength! He looked at the Death Eaters who were being tortured in the flames with disgust in his eyes.

"I really don't know how to describe your stupidity. Didn't you already think I lost once?" There was a flash of calm anger in his eyes.

But at this moment, when he looked at the Death Eaters who had gathered around Cyrus, there was not even a trace of regret in his eyes.

He never took the so-called pure-bloods seriously, he just needed some servants who happened to not have the dirty Muggle blood in their veins.

Only Bella's betrayal hurt Voldemort the most.

This was originally a person worthy of his entrusting the Horcrux to, but now he followed behind Cyrus.

Although Bella's husband was standing next to her at the moment, wasn't this also a kind of NTR for Voldemort?

But since the other party has made his choice, Voldemort will not be soft-hearted.

"It's time to end the game, Cyrus. I'll show you my true power! Not just me, but my family too!"

Voldemort was naturally referring to the Death Eaters.

Although some of the Death Eaters had already betrayed him, it was not a big deal. The betrayers were now rolling around in sorrow at Cyrus' feet. Voldemort was quite satisfied with the punishment for the betrayal, but if it were him, he would be more ruthless! "Kill those traitors." Voldemort's snake eyes swept over the people who were still standing behind him. When his eyes stopped on Rosdorf, he said cruelly, "Go kill Bella!"

"Of course, my lord!" Rosdorf and his brother took a step forward together.

Lucius also drew out his wand quickly, but from his sneaky eyes, it was not difficult to see that he intended to protect himself.

"Bati, are you okay?" Voldemort asked his most loyal servant with concern.

Little Barty was not seriously injured and he came to Voldemort's side.

"I'll leave Bulstrode to you to kill. You know, he was one of my earliest followers. You'll kill him!" Voldemort said. His tone was serious, and it could be heard that this was not just an order, but also a sign of his respect for little Barty.

"Of course!" Little Batty couldn't wait to kill!

Voldemort's side is very powerful, while on Cyrus' side, although the number of people on both sides is about the same, there are only two and a half people left on Cyrus' side who can be considered combat-effective.

One was Bella, another was Bulstrode, and the last half was Harry, who had picked up the wands of the others.

"You are alone, Cyrus."

"Really?" Cyrus curled his lips and raised his chin, motioning Voldemort to look up at the sky.

Under the night sky, it was the apostle riding the mount of the god of death! ——The people from the Order of the Phoenix arrived! 　Finally returned to the hotel. This picture is from yesterday. There will be another chapter today. I will write it on the plane. It is estimated that it will be updated around 10 o'clock tonight 　　 　 (this chapter is finished)