Chapter 1525 ? It Is Shameful to Escape

The undead sailors who had no emotions, even without any new orders from the summoner, sailed smoothly into the passage without any emotional fluctuations.

The gap after the floating ship passes by will be immediately filled by tumbling undead creatures. These lifeless non-living creatures representing darkness are like black clouds, densely packed in a large area to block the future, because the distance from the silver light becomes The all-seeing eye, which had already become thin, has no effect on the floating ship at all.

It seems that there is only the sound of these undead creatures moving in the world. This sound is harsh and noisy, and this boring journey seems to be endless...

After sailing for an unknown amount of time, Allen's original indifferent expression on the deck changed. He closed his jaw slightly, frowned and clenched the staff in his hand. At the far end, between the gray sky and the earth , finally a different scene appeared.

The darkness in the dark depths in the distance is like an amorphous black mist. It stretches and changes in all directions. It seems to be an unstoppable surging substance, like tentacles, clouds, and mist. indefinite…

This thing seems to contain great terror. Even though it looks indeterminate from a distance, it makes people feel its hideousness inexplicably, and a sense of fear emerges in the heart, as if everything involved in it will be swallowed by it.

And as the floating ship gradually approached the mass, it became clearer. The floating ship felt a strong vibration as if it had been caught in a raging wave.

This is a huge, boundless and dark figure. The black mist spreads out as if there is no end in sight. What can be seen facing Allen's direction is that it has long limbs like a basilisk skeleton. The limbs twisted and stretched, and there was no end to be seen in the darkness... But the part that should be the skull of the basilisk can be clearly seen to be a huge deformed humanoid skull, and the black mist is flickering on and off the skull. Shuttling through the holes of the mouth, eyes, and nose.

And the horrible black mist curled up, stretched, twisted, and circling could not stop trembling and expanding, producing ugly and deformed undead creatures, including bodyless upper and lower limbs, rolling heads, and struggling skeletons , Inferi or Death Knights and other undead creatures.

The rotting corpses, black skeletons wrapped in rotting skin, zombies, and dementors in black cloaks tried to break free from the black mist, but except for a few lucky ones, most of them leaned out Not much was pulled back into it by the tentacle-like flexible mist, and was swallowed up by its creator.

Just like all life, all sounds, and all actions will come to an end, the words "death", "destruction", and "disaster" are the first impressions of people who see this mass.

Allen held on to the side of the ship, staring at this thing and trying to see it clearly, a painful, itchy, burning sensation made him close his eyes and squeeze hard, and couldn't help but reach out He rubbed it, and then shook his head to get rid of the discomfort that affects both the body and the spirit.

When he looked at it again, Alan, who was no longer bothered by it, estimated the intensity of the influence of this kind of direct vision. He judged that if he were an ordinary mortal wizard, he would have to dig out his eyes before he woke up...

This deformed skeleton face grew abruptly on the stretched and twisted body like a basilisk, as if it had noticed the floating ship, and the empty face stared at him with a disgusting expression of doubt and questioning - its spirit was full of blood. A hatred of the outside world.

And when this sorcerer, who is regarded by the world as the savior, looked at the eyes that were actually empty darkness but full of cunning, fear flowed through every vein of his blood—even if he is not considered theoretically now. a mortal.

Allen clenched the staff in his hand, he knew very well that the one in front of him was the goal of his trip. Unlike the previous incarnations, Haierbo directly presented his own body this time.

The airship slowed down and hovered in front of this monster, the black mist trembled violently, spinning and floating around the huge skull, the body of the huge basilisk swayed in the black mist, and finally Completely surrounded by black mist.

Allen didn't let the army of undead that was actually just to comfort the living be accompanied, but he floated down from the floating ship and landed on this gray and joyless land, and then he felt the giant in front of him Stronger earthquakes are being caused on the ground.

And as Allen landed, it was as if a switch had been pressed, like a cocoon being broken, black mist gathered and collapsed from all around, and finally turned back into a human form, the old man with facial features like a aggressive ram leaned against him The staff in the shape of a poisonous snake stepped out of it, and the danger in those eyes before was restrained in the eyes that now revealed a kind of arrogance and courtesy.

Allen keenly noticed that the other party's appearance was different when they first met. He was wearing other old ancient Greek-style clothing, and the shimmering black cloak on him was particularly eye-catching.

"Mr. Aaron Harris... Oh, sorry, His Majesty Harris... You have finally returned to my land to be a guest..." It seemed that something was choked in the throat, hoarse, depressing and slow, as if it could frighten creatures, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women A voice sounded from Hai Erbo's mouth, "Actually, before you came in, I always thought that you would stay in your fief forever."

"It's shameful to escape, but I don't mind if it's useful." Allen spread his hands and shrugged, "But now it seems that you are not as 'knowing your mistakes and being able to change' and loyal to your duties as you were before... But your accent It’s really improved a lot.”

"I managed to get a TV from your company and learned a lot of new things, whether it's a wizard or a Muggle... It's just me who needs to make sure the signal is a bit troublesome for me to maintain myself... Speaking of your accusations... Like For tumors that Muggles are considered terminally ill, although radiation therapy and chemotherapy will kill those things that shouldn't die now, they can save the whole life..." The hand of Death wearing a wide silver ring leaned on a cobra-shaped crutch , seeming to say calmly to Allen's words, "But before we get down to business, Your Majesty Harris, last time you invited me to eat brownies in Diagon Alley...Although the taste is very good, I told you It’s not as delicious as the baklava in our country...but I remember your expression seemed to be disapproving, so when I went to the world of mortals some time ago, I specially asked my clone to make some... I can ask you to taste it first, and listen by the way Do you listen to my proposal?"

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