Chapter 580 Warts (Modified, Sincerely Thank the Lord Lingling for Being Naughty)
"The false god is protecting him by stealing the power of our Lord!" The English death knight tore off Allen's clothes, and his red eyes fell on the necklace of the Three Hallows of Death on Allen's neck.
He whispered the curse of the dead, and put his hand on the shoulder of a skeleton attendant behind him. The attendant was like a broken sculpture, automatically turned into dust—except for the arm that was caught, the English death knight let go His palm and the remaining arm automatically floated in the air.
With the sound of his icy incantation, each follower turned into dust. When seven arms appeared in the air, the English death knight pointed at Allen with his hand, and the arms left by the skeleton and zombie followers flew towards him together. grabbed Alan, grabbed his hands and feet, held down his waist with two, and finally grabbed Alan's head and pulled his head up—these arms were fixed Finally, let Allen also float in the air.
The English death knight raised the long sword in his hand. The blade was wider than his palm and stood half a person tall. The color of the grid and the weight ball were as dark as black smoke like the blade, but the blade flashed from time to time. Silky red light. The other three death knights seemed to have received the order, and strode up behind him, standing upright.
The English knight handed the sharp sword to a zombie beside him, and then stretched out his right hand to his raised left hand. With a creaking sound, he snapped off the decayed middle finger of his left hand. The death knight wearing the Viking helmet also broke off his right middle finger without hesitation, and the remaining two death knights did the same, tearing off their index fingers.
They held up the fluffy fingers with both hands, as if they were holding the most cherished treasure in the world, with a pious look on their faces, looking at the direction where the souls were drifting away and muttering prayers. Because their crooning was too soft and the prayers were too obscure, Alan, who was held in the air by those arms, could not hear their words clearly, but as they prayed, the strength overflowed by those fingers that were continuously strengthened gave Alan a feeling Not evil, just calming, like guiding the dead to sleep.
At the end of the prayer, they turned the rotten fingers in their hands into bloodless gray finger bones with their rituals, and the knights raised these finger bones above their heads.
The English death knight took the lead in approaching Allen, who was trying to break free. Allen's nose smelled the pungent smell of rotting flesh because of the death knight's approach. "For my lord." There was no emotion in the cold voice, but one could feel the solemnity and solemnity in it. He held his finger bone and stabbed it hard towards Allen's chin. Accompanied by Allen's forbearable inhalation, he seemed to have tried his best to stab the finger bone into Allen's jaw little by little. The left jaw, after avoiding Allen's jaw, finally pierced Allen's cheek, making him seem to have grown a fang, and blood gurgled from the wound.
The English death knight took two steps back, as if he was admiring his masterpiece and observing the effect. He stepped forward again and punched Allen in the face with a bang. Allen, whose head was caught by the dangling arm, could not To dodge, he could only bear the punch. He closed his eyes, but he only felt the other party's cold fingers touching his cheek, but he didn't feel any pain.
"For my lord." As the solemn and short syllables fell, the big death knight wearing a Viking helmet pushed the finger bones he had just broken off towards Allen's chin, "poof" It inserted Alan's trembling and twisted cheek, adding another fang to Alan. Allen's blood splattered on the black ground instantly turned dark red, and finally turned into a gray that blended with the world. The veins on his forehead were raised, because the injury to his mouth made him dare not shout loudly. In the end, he could only use the suppressed short sound of "heh, heh" from his own mouth to try to relieve the pain.
The huge fist arrived in an instant, hitting Allen's face with the sound of howling wind,
Allen felt a slight pain on his face, as if someone had gently patted his cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breathing quicken, he knew clearly in his heart that the other party hitting his face was testing whether the protective effect of his necklace had been weakened. And now it seems that their methods are indeed working. The anger caused by his inability to resist gnawed at Allen's already somewhat arrogant heart, and even began to produce a trace of fear-there were two finger bones, which meant that he would have to experience this unprecedented pain twice.
Sure enough, among the remaining two death knights holding the phalanx, the taller one recited "For My Lord" devoutly, then inserted the phalanx in his hand into Alan's cheek again, and then punched him, There were bruises on Allen's face, and because of the nature of this world, the bruises quickly swelled up, showing a gray color.
Alan's eyes were half-opened weakly, unable to resist, he tried his best to think of ways to reverse this unfavorable situation for him, and he kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that bound him, but it was useless—after The fighting and resistance before and after entering the veil, as well as the pain caused by these finger bones, have gradually blurred Alan's consciousness. Now what supports him from fainting is only his own desire to survive because of unwillingness.
The icy voice of the fourth death knight sounded: "The last one should be able to suppress the protection that the talisman of our lord can bring to this false god believer...for my lord..."
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness overwhelmed Allen, the veins on his face throbbed with severe pain, "One more punch." The opponent's attack was faster than Allen expected, and the damage caused was beyond Allen's imagination ——The other party quickly punched him twice on the left and right cheeks, and he almost heard the sound of bones cracking from his left and right cheeks in no particular order.
All of a sudden, the left and right cheekbones were swollen due to the fractured bones, and the skin scars caused by the silent thing before made these parts as ugly as warts. Under the influence of this world, Alan passed a hopeless thought in a trance, but compared to the damage on the outside, the unbearable pain was the culprit that made Alan have this thought, "Maybe it's okay , at least I don’t have to insert those finger bones on my face anymore.”
"His physique is really good. Without protection, my punch is enough to blow the head of an ordinary mortal, but he turned out to be just a bone fracture-I want to use his skull as a bowl." His heart was cold, and for a while, the faces of relatives in the Harris family, Luna, Penello, and Hermione appeared in his heart. He didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to become a farewell.
The four death knights raised their weapons. The threat of death was covering Allen. He was not afraid of pain. , No matter how much nostalgia is, it is too late to experience it in detail at this moment.