Chapter 1543 ? Status

The appearance of Allen at this time seems to explain his state.

The white hair, which was habitually combed back meticulously, was already in a mess. There was even a piece of electric paste on the back of the left forehead, and the surrounding hair stood upside down due to static electricity.

The feathers on the original layered raven feather cloak have fallen off a lot, and the scattered feathers look like they have been ravaged, and only a few tatters are left on the black robe surrounding his body The rotten cloth, the black silk robe embellished with elegant waterfall-shaped dark steel threads, and the pattern composed of ancient runes meticulously stitched with dark red mithril threads are no longer complete, losing the function of resisting attacks ...

Some of the magic gemstones that resembled the dragon's eye activity were missing, along with one of his boots, and only a few of them seemed to be struggling to keep their eyes open and vigilant around them.

And Alan himself, leaning on his staff at this time, his pale face with the unique tree-like damage formed by the electric current seemed to be cast a shadow, his originally clear eyes also looked hazy, and his whole body was numb and weak He pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

Only the blue shield, made directly from the divine power of Ravenclaw, still protected him from a world where the living would be deadly if they stepped inside.

At the beginning, he was still able to fight against the god of death, Hai Erbo, but after three days of repeated struggles, he had begun to give up counting how many times he was killed, and how many times he experienced the reshaping and resurrection of divine power.

What he was sure of was that after such reshaping death after death, he knew the behavior had begun to take a toll on his mental state.

Allen feels very hungry now, but this is not a kind of hunger that needs to be filled. He can use the hindrance of the avatar to make himself eat during the battle. After being killed by the god of death in the battle and then resurrected by Luna, the state of the body He can return to his heyday, but this hunger is a hunger for pudding, mutton soup, and human food. He doesn't feel thirsty, but he misses the rich and mellow butter beer , hot black tea or even the aroma of instant brewed coffee.

Because in the underworld, all the food he brings is stained with the color of death, even the taste of lifeless cola will become no longer pleasant here, and the recovery of spirit and sanity cannot be achieved by magic and divine power. Easily resolved, the pain caused by death will leave a short-term indelible pain in his mind in the form of memory.

As for the convenience issue, he has already let go of the fake face issue. From the very beginning, after trying to solve the problem by using the neutral position, he simply pulled it in his crotch, and then he went from being able to use magic cleaning to now simply giving up on this point. .

"I don't know what's wrong with the heroes in the so-called three days, three nights, seven days and seven nights and other legends..."

Allen's thoughts diverged a little,

Then he came to his senses and reckoned that he was about to die once. This time it lasted a bit too long, which made his physical strength drain very quickly, and the sleep problem that could not be solved also had to rely on this kind of roughness and treatment of himself. Solve it in a way that causes mental harm.

And as a god, or even an undead creature, these troubles of the living are just some episodes in the ancient memory to Death God, and he no longer needs them.

So for the battle process, from the very beginning, Allen was able to take the initiative to attack, facing the god of death who was dueling as a wizard, you came and went, and then he could fight back from time to time when defending, and now he is basically just passive defense. situation.

Heart-piercing and incomparably shrill screams resounded in this quiet area, and there was the sound of small air bubbles being ejected rhythmically, followed by a series of bursting sounds like a string of balloons being punctured.

The blood vessels of a swollen and invisible wizard burst and turned into a red blood man. He fell to the ground in a very painful curled position. The tissues around the blood vessels on his body were necrotic very quickly one after another, and the skin immediately disappeared. The face quickly fell off piece by piece, revealing the fuzzy flesh and blood inside. These flesh and blood also fell off in pieces one after another, and piled up on the ground, and finally only the broken bones remained. It can be seen that what might have been his chest cavity It can be seen from the position that the internal organs inside have turned into a muddy mixture.

At this time, Hai Erbo, the god of death, didn't look at the blood man. His bony left hand held the cobra-shaped cane and leaned on the ground, while his right hand grabbed a human figure by the throat and lifted him up in the air. Except for the initial attempt to break the hands of the god of death, his two arms fell limply to his sides after almost two or three seconds.

A flash of red light flashed, and this clone, which looked the same as Allen, lost its moisture in an instant. The skin that was originally pale but full of youthful vigor was shriveled and cracked visibly to the naked eye, like dry brown cracked land. The shriveled skin was attached to the skeleton, like the mummy of a mummy that had been sealed for thousands of years.

In the end, the mouth of the mummy opened wide, and in the two eye sockets, where the eye sockets were originally, became two shriveled things like raisins.

The god of death let go of his hand, and the blood man and the mummy turned into some shadow energy and began to dissipate in place as if they had never appeared before, and Allen, who was leaning on the staff, looked even more stooped, and he even coughed and retched A few times, it seemed that he wanted to spit out the internal organs that did not really exist in his body.

Although the damage from the two clones eliminated by the god of death Hai Erbo would not be transmitted to his body, the shared feeling undoubtedly transmitted the pain intact. Passed it over-this is why the god of death tried to use painful spells to solve the two false phantoms.

Death's black robes that could absorb the surrounding light, and the pair of Greek-style sandals fell in the eyes of Allen, who was standing with his head down and leaning on his staff. He raised his head and found that compared with himself in a mess, The appearance of the bone-white god of death Hai Erbo hasn't changed much, even his hair hasn't been messed up.

Allen found that he still couldn't detect the other party's method, because the god of death didn't rely on movement or apparition teleportation, but just abruptly shortened the distance between himself and Allen's body-but this young man The arcanist speculated based on his knowledge that this was because this land belonged to the other party, and he also modified some rules so that he could use it.

But no matter whether the God of Death is deliberately playing with him, or for other reasons, things always make some progress. Under such a fierce battle, it is impossible for the savior, Alan Harris, to be damaged—because of this Although his robe and sandals were intact, the brand-new mirror cloak he was wearing was unavoidably old, dull and full of blood, and there were even scattered spots at the hem. Different holes.