Chapter 1544 ? Style
The mirror cloak worn by Reaper caused Allen great trouble in the battle just now.
Like the spells cast by Allen just now, those powerful enough to make the huge monsters formed by lightning and fire shields seen on the Great Wall far away from where they are, in this powerful equipment made by Death himself In fact, they all appear to be forceful in front of them.
During the battle, Zhejiang Cloak bounced all the energy of these spells away. Except that the environmental changes brought about by magic, such as high temperature, caused some obstacles to Death, basically it could not cause any damage to the opponent.
In order to hinder Allen himself, he needs to consume a lot of magic power, and at the same time he has to resist the attack of death.
Faced with this situation, Allen certainly understands that the best choice is a spell that directly attacks non-magical energy, such as using spells such as Vasivaldi and Ten Thousand Bullets, and turning some of the stones he transformed into metal with transfiguration. The cone ejected and flew out, and nailed it to the death cloak like a nail.
Allen did rely on this physical form to cause a little damage to the opponent-but the non-magical method is too simple for wizards to defend. A current third and fourth grade student at Hogwarts can cast The iron armor body can be easily solved.
So Allen could only seize the opportunity to do this from time to time between a large amount of magical energy attacks-but at this time, he found that holes were starting to be left in the opponent's robe, which gave Allen some strength, and he raised his head and lips The two sides of the horns are upturned. Compared with pure useless work, as long as there is a change, it is a good sign, even if he just makes the opponent's clothes a little bit damaged.
"As a wizard, I can persist in front of a true god to this point, even if I challenge you as a wizard, Mr. Alan Harris, as a mortal, it is very impressive for me to be able to do this. Surprised and admired... When I was alive, there is no doubt that even though I was very proud of inventing the Horcrux and Basilisk you are using now, I have to admit that I couldn't beat you at that time..." Hai Erbo, the god of death, said hoarsely The voice was calm, and he said calmly as if stating the facts, "However, you and I both know that this is all in vain, you just endured these pains for nothing, your current state is starting to get worse, and it will only get worse in the future ...Now your death rate has become faster, isn't it? If this continues, Mr. Harris, I can't find another possible ending for you other than madness...but I still have to remind you..." His gaze even Showing some impatience, "I remind you very generously that you can stop this barbaric struggle between us at any time and turn it into a more civilized and elegant one... The proposal I just made will take effect at any time. I want to compare it to You should have more faith in your ingenuity in these matters..."
"As you said, the Horcrux you invented is a great way to escape from death... Anyway, you can't let me die now, Mr. Haierbo, I think I can last for several years..." Alan leaned Not to be outdone, she held her staff and raised her head, "But I have to thank you for your generosity, but I am a little puzzled, why do you, who said before that you don't need faith, care so much about mortal offerings now?"
"Your lady named Raven's Claw,
As greedy as her name implies, she wants to skip some processes in one go. "Reaper shook his head and said in disapproval, "And it's too optimistic, it's just a guess for me..." Haierbo looked at Alan with a little more sincerity, "You don't have to do this at all." Urgently, carry out my request, maybe you won't even need to fight elegantly..."
Allen squinted his eyes to learn the main points from the other party's vague words. The other party's cunning and previous contact made him not trust the words of the God of Death, but he was still racking his brains to recall the knowledge about God. Apart from thinking about the meaning of the God of Death, I was also thinking about how to lead a god outside.
"Mortal, do you think I don't know your little thoughts? You destroyed me in the duel field at the beginning of the battle... and then deliberately led me to the direction of the living world..." Hai Erbo, the god of death, challenged He raised his eyebrows and raised his jaw, which made his ram-like face look longer, "I know that it's actually the result of my cooperation to get here... because I also set the battlefield where the living people can Where I saw it..." Death's expression seemed to be a little impatient with Allen's disobedience, "But at least it's time, Mr. Harris, your current state is not miserable enough, not enough...I have to wait until you don't fight back completely When you have the power of the enemy, let our battlefield really get close to those living people, so that they can see your powerlessness... This is the technique I learned from studying your habit of attacking the enemy." His yellow eyes stared at Allen, " So I'm sorry, Mr. Alan Harris, your choice made me have to work harder to kill you more times in the next battle..."
"I don't have any dissatisfaction with your willingness to get close to that side. Anyway, as long as you get closer to the world of living people over there, it's better than not being close in the depths of this underworld." Allen shrugged, holding the staff His hands tightened, and he pointed to the other party's hem, "Now your clothes are almost finished..."
"That's right, you also reminded me that I have to put some pressure on you and the mortals who are 'guarded' by Ravenclaw first... Since these mortals who have been fooled by you put their hopes on you... "Reaper Hai Erbo paused tauntingly, his right hand virtual pinched and exploded something, "Then let them see Mr. Harris being beaten so badly... Poor guys, hope is shattered, and they will definitely treat La Ms. Winclaw has lost her confidence, too?"
As soon as the voice fell, the god of death appeared beside Allen, as if the previous distance did not exist and he was here in the first place.
Then, Allen was swept by a pain, and the spell jumped into his mind, but before he had time to capture these spell-casting processes that he was very familiar with in the past, all the energy was dissipated.
Allen, who used to counter spells often in the past, also tasted the taste of being countered today, and the arm grasped by Death's life-absorbing hand began to tremble-but now the distance is too close for him to dare to use most spells to avoid accidental injury, However, Vasivaldi's Transfiguration was too late in time.
Because at this time, a mass of black-red energy had appeared in Haierbo's hands, and Allen, who was already familiar with this kind of injury, tried to back away in fear.
Staff!
The touch in his hand reminded Allen of his Arcanist's staff. Although the Mordencan Disintegration technique attached to it is almost impossible to destroy the item whose maker is a true god, it is still no problem to use it directly to attack of.
With a muffled bang, the God of Reaper was hit on the head by the head of Alan's staff, which made Haierbo's temporal part sink a little, but when he raised the staff, he wanted to use its power to perform the transformation technique to get out When there was more ammunition, the staff began to deform immediately, wrapping around Allen's hand.
"Stop! Obey my orders!" Allen tried to use the law to regain control of the staff and stop the transformation, but as he often did to other wizards who whispered his strength, the staff finally began Wrapped around his arm.
It was no longer a magical item with powerful magic power, but turned into a giant snake with bright red feathers on its head. It was tightly wrapped around his arm, and its gleaming fangs sank into Allen's muscles .
The Grim Reaper, whose sunken head has protruded back, is trying to imitate Allen's own style of killing him.