Chapter 1567 Pray to Me

In front of the god of death, Allen was leaning on the staff that he didn't know how many he had changed, and was so weak that he could hardly stand.

During these days of battles, Allen had countless wounds, large and small. He was cut like Ling Chi by a spell similar to God's Shadowless but more vicious, pierced by a sword burning with magical flames, and struck by magical lightning. The long whip whips and burns, and is baked by the flames produced by the raging fire...

At this time, the sorcerer who was regarded as the savior by the sorcerers had already been tortured beyond human form. His pale cheeks seemed to have been cut by many sharp knives, revealing rolled flesh and blood. One eye had lost its eyeball and was empty. There is only a black hole left.

The pale hair that had been neatly combed was quite bald, revealing the blisters on the scalp caused by the high temperature, the robes on his body were torn and torn, obviously swept by the fire, and on the bare black arms stained with black and red blood, From time to time, some rotten flesh due to negative energy erosion fell to the ground, and the left leg was still curled up in a strange posture, and blood was still bubbling under the crossing bone spur.

The wizard's body was covered with blood, and every breath was a painful torture for him. There was still blood coughed up at the corner of his mouth, and he was still coughing severely at this time, coughing and coughing, and finally Unable to support anymore, he fell to his knees and couldn't stand up. He suddenly lowered his head and began to retch.

A few slugs glowing green fell from his mouth to the ground, corroding the ashen ground to form small bubbles, making a sizzling sound. His body heaved violently, spitting out shiny big slugs continuously, and the non-stop vomiting made him almost suffocate, and these highly corrosive slugs also damaged his throat and mouth, and the flesh in his mouth began to rot , and then spread to the entire head, face and body.

Hai Erbo, the god of death, looked at Alan's miserable state and shook his head. He raised his hand wearing a large silver ring and stroked Alan from bottom to top in the air, which made him stop vomiting, and he collapsed on the ground. Panting violently out of the risk of suffocation, the rotting skin and flesh in the mouth on the cheeks quickly returned to their original shape, the blood vessels in the eye sockets moved like blood-red snakes, and they quickly repaired like spiders weaving webs. All the rotten flesh on the arm of the bone fell off directly, and new flesh and blood grew rapidly. Those flesh and blood were very white, tender and soft, just like the skin of a newborn. Grow back.

"Mr. Harris, I don't need to bother Ms. Ravenclaw to rebirth for you anymore." The ginger-yellow eyes of the god of death, Haierbo, stared at Allen. "Speaking of which, should you pray to me?"

"I don't need to pray at all, right now there are two true gods taking turns to save me, don't they?" Allen gasped, his tone full of mockery, and swallowed the pained words in his throat.

Every time Alan dies and reorganizes, he will receive a certain degree of healing and comfort from Ravenclaw from the inside out, so now the method adopted by the god of death Haierbo is to torture Alan until he is about to die due to his injuries. Only then will he give him physical treatment in turn.

Hai Erbo, the god of death, even forced the seriously injured Alan not to close his eyes to rest,

Let him not rely on his avatar to focus on eating and drinking, and every time he stays up late to the limit, he pretends to be generous so that he can get the kind of rest time that can only hang his life.

After that, the unhealed wounds on Alan's body due to the curse cast by the god of death Haierbo will continue to gradually compete on his healed body, opening up a new chaos of life force, which will bring Alan abnormal The unbearable pain, the most important thing is the mental damage

"Mr. Harris, your will is much firmer than I expected. I went to some souls to inquire about it. They said that the wizards of Ravenclaw College were afraid of pain, and thought you would be a typical The students of Eagle Academy..." Hai Erbo, the god of death, wiped his chin with his finger, "but it looks similar, and it's time for two or three more rounds, so that the living people can see the demeanor of the voters they respect and fear."

"You have predicted this several times." Allen shrugged and seemed to be satisfied with his current recovery, but he didn't seem to have much confidence in not leaving the hand leaning on the staff.

"Regardless of the process, this must be the inevitable result."

The crutches that Haierbo, the God of Death, pointed at the ground, spit out obscure and unspeakable ancient runes from his mouth.

The staff that was about to burst in Alan's hand turned into a huge poisonous snake again.

"hiss…"

With a short sound of poisonous snake spitting, it straightened its body back, opened its ferocious mouth and went straight to Allen.

But this time, Allen was proficient enough to grab the opponent's seven-inch position, and before being bitten by its fangs, the magic restored it to its original form.

But the low voice of the god of death Hai Erbo still continued, and the transfiguration that Allen easily subdued was just a cover for distraction.

Allen, who subdued his staff and turned into a giant snake last second, has recognized the opponent's illusion and intends to use a spell to counterattack.

But in the next second, he blinked his blurred eyes vigorously, and then opened them suddenly. His trance-like expression made him ignore the previous things. The Charms classroom melted before his eyes, slowly turning into up the shadows.

On the podium, Professor Flitwick was teaching spells while standing on a tall stack of magic books. At Hogwarts, Allen found that the soreness in his arms from lying on the desk made him sit up uncomfortably. The body is broken, and what is even more uncomfortable is the feeling of an empty mind. The whole person looks at everything in front of him as if he is in a daze.

"Sleeping in class won't get you Cruciatus, Mister Alan Harris! I showed you how, and your troll brain only knows how to sleep! 10 points off Ravenclaw, Mr. Harris , because of your behavior, I have to deduct points from my own college." The short Professor Flitwick stepped out from the shadow on the classroom podium, and screamed at Allen, "Next, I invite you to be the test subject, Let's show the students what kind of effect the Cruciatus Curse can bring... I remind you again, pay attention, this requires a strong personality force, not everyone can master it!"

Flitwick's originally friendly and intelligent face now turned into an ugly, purely evil face, and Alan, who was temporarily in a low state due to the constant torture before, obviously didn't get rid of it immediately.