Chapter 579 Debt Collection (Revised, Sincere Thanks to Leader Ye Zui Meng Wuhen)
Allen fell back and lay directly on the ground, staring at the gray sky above his head, breathing heavily, like a fish jumping from the water to the shore, the helplessness and pressure of being at a loss made him Almost suffocating. He turned his head, wanting to alleviate this unprecedented sense of grayness, his eyes penetrated the layer of black mist, and this gray wilderness came into his eyes.
Gray figures lingered in the gray wilderness. Their faces were expressionless, they couldn't cry, they couldn't laugh, and they couldn't read any emotional changes from his face. The only thing that can be detected is despair, boundless despair, these dumb figures succumbed to the depression in the essence of this world one by one, and from time to time, some dark figures turned into an irregular mass of soul energy towards In the distance, flying high into the sky, it was the meteors that Allen saw around him when he landed.
A strong sense of familiarity came to his mind, and Allen, who observed the scenery outside, realized that it was not the first time he had stepped here. This dark space, the expressionless figure lingering in it, the longer he stayed, the more he wanted to leave. The feeling of having fewer desires... It was exactly the same as the world he saw in the mind of the dementor through dementia when he experimented with the dementor. This area is not like the human world, because it does not belong to the human world - is this the underworld? !
When those soul energies occasionally flew by his side, Allen observed through the eyesight enhanced by attribute potions that the distorted and deformed faces of those people were looming in this clump of soul energy.
"Where is this, what's going on with you?" Allen didn't give up any possibility, and shouted hoarsely at those souls.
Some of the faces in the soul energy were as dull as dead fish, ignoring him at all, but some were different. Alan could clearly see the opening and closing of the mouths on the faces in the soul energy, as if telling him something, but because of those gray faces The hazy fog can not only restrict sight, but also suppress distorted voices. Allen can't hear what they are saying at all-and he is not sure that the other party can hear what he said clearly.
After trying the means of inner communication, it was found that it had no effect on these souls. Allen's fists were hanging on the black ground, and he returned to the original way of yelling, while trying to identify the meaning expressed by those distorted lips. : "Speak up, what are you talking about?"
However, what came into Alan's ears was a strange sound, which came from a distance like a tide. Allen opened his eyes wide and looked sideways into the distance, trying to see the source of the sound clearly, but the distance was too far away, and the gray mist blocked his vision, and he could only see some ups and downs in the distance around him Uncertain black waves move slowly in the distance.
Allen closed his eyes in frustration, his heart sank constantly, did he just get trapped here? Let the sense of desperation that kept pouring out despite his best efforts to ignore it take hold of him, draining his vitality little by little?
Not long after, Allen suddenly opened his eyes. He heard heavy, scattered footsteps, and the sound of metal armor rubbing between actions. He got up from the ground and watched the sound vigilantly. direction.
The sound became louder and louder, and some non-human beings appeared in Allen's vision through the gray fog. The most conspicuous of these non-human beings are the four knights in the middle, or it is more appropriate to call them death knights. They look like a rotting corpse. Their face is a black skeleton wrapped in rotting skin. There are two red lights shining. Skeletons and zombies followed them stiffly, and black-cloaked dementors floated beside them.
Seeing this, Allen only hoped that the black substance could not only imprison himself, but also protect himself from being harmed by these zombie-like creatures. But unfortunately, these undead who are non-living creatures are not affected by the black matter at all, and they just walked in directly.
Allen couldn't help but took a few steps back. He was not yet fully affected by the world, and he kept thinking about what kind of spell he should use in case of a conflict.
But no matter how you look at it, it seems that there is not much hope of surviving, and despair is entrenched in his heart bit by bit.
"Wizard, I'm here to collect debts from you!" A death knight with incomplete blond hair exposed under a carved Viking half-faced helmet wearing a chain armor neck guard, and a death knight with Viking braids on his beard went straight to Ai. Len approached. His voice was cold and empty, like an echo from a deep valley. As he approached, one could see that although the center of his forehead was severely mutilated, the facial features in front of him could be seen from under the rotten flesh. He was holding a huge round shield in his left hand and a shield in his right. A Viking tomahawk with a large hook, the chain mail burqa on his body and the already mutilated animal skin waistcoat rustled as he walked.
"My lord allows us to collect debts from you, and you will die today." The undead, who was at least a circle smaller than the Viking undead, dressed in an English-style burqa and dressed as a Muggle knight in the eleventh century, also raised his hand. Knight sword. There was an arrow stuck in one of his eyes, only the tail feathers were exposed, and the other eye looked at Alan's gaze quite terrifying-the red in his eyes was obviously stronger than other dead people because of anger Some.
The other two knights who were dressed at the same time as them all wore nose helmets, and one of them was particularly strong, and he also took a step forward and pulled out the knight's long sword: "Although I have actually received your favor—— It’s not a personal grievance, but you will die today.” The last knight who was relatively short in stature just said: “Believers of false gods, you and I didn’t know each other before.” Then he raised his short spear with both hands.
Allen, who was on guard, couldn't understand what he said, "What kind of debt are you asking me for? This is the first time I came to this place, what kind of debt do I owe? And these undead don't know how many years they have been dead by looking at their clothes. The accents are obviously from different countries... and believers of false gods?" Without time to think carefully, and even a little aggrieved, Allen had to act first, and released a flame without a stick before they attacked.
But the other party rushed towards Alan without even pausing, and Alan pressed his lips tightly, but the spell he can cast without a wand now basically does not work on the other party, even if it is an undead according to common sense The flames that we are more afraid of can only make these enemies stagger a few steps at most, and can't even stop the opponent from advancing.
The Viking warrior didn't give Allen time to think, and slashed at his left neck with an axe. Barely leaning over, Alan dodged and then rolled on the spot, panting to avoid the opponent's pursuit, but those skeletons, zombies, and dementors formed a closed circle, surrounding him, and they moved towards Ai little by little. With Lun approaching, Alan has no way to escape.
The death knight dressed as an English knight also rushed over. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed Alan fiercely. Alan wanted to avoid it, but he was exhausted physically and mentally by the big man wearing a Viking warrior helmet. Live in the back. Allen tilted his head but failed to escape the opponent's attack, but the expected pain did not hit. The blue light film on his body protected him, and the opponent stabbed continuously without giving up, but it couldn't hurt Allen at all.