Chapter 581 You Don't Understand Anything, Alan Harris (Revised)

Suddenly, the huge circular shield formed by the extension of the black substance violently rolled and surged, and pieces of red light quickly danced on the shield, screaming maniacally.

The movements of the four death knights couldn't help but stop, and everyone—regardless of whether they were dead or alive—were all attracted by the sudden movement. A slender blue shadow stood on the shield Outside, pale palms were pressed against the shield. Layers of this black matter rolled and rolled towards the direction of the shadow, continuously accumulating and compressing in the palm of her hand, and curled up into a black with reddish mist. All the black matter was swept away, turned into this hazy mist, and then was sucked into a transparent bubble. With a light wave of the palm, the mist wrapped in bubbles floated in the air.

The white hand waved lightly, and the fog disappeared as if entering some other dimension, revealing Luna's beautiful but weird face behind her.

Alan, who was inexplicably surprised, opened his eyes weakly and saw the strange and familiar Luna in front of him. He was puzzled and anxious: "Luna? How could she enter the veil and find me? That blue light... By the way, The amulet that protects me is what Luna gave me... the Ravenclaw crown on her head? Didn't I keep it in the storage space of the system before?! How did she get it?"

The four death knights made noises all over their bodies, making Allen focus on the situation in front of him again, "Luna, run!" Allen wanted to remind Luna to get away from this dangerous place quickly, but The piercing of the phalanx on the jaw and cheek made him unable to speak at all, and there was only a short, indistinct sound.

The four death knights and their entourage, that is, those skeletons, zombies, dementors and other followers were shocked by Luna's appearance, and the four death knights still maintained the same rigidity when they were about to kill Allen. The action before drawing out the weapon to prepare to attack-this reminded Allen of his aura that imitated the ability of dementors. These undead creatures were imprisoned in place by Luna.

Luna's appearance lit up this gloomy area. Her bare feet stepped on this barren land with nothing but black gray mud and gravel, but it was spotless.

"I'm here for Alan Harris." Luna's trance and ethereal voice sounded, her silver-gray eyes were not protruding as usual because they were half-opened, and she walked slowly towards Alan, blue Her skirt fluttered behind her.

Luna threatened in an understated tone: "If you dare to stop me, you will be destroyed."

The death knight wearing a Viking helmet made noises all over his armor, and finally raised his arms stiffly—he was the first to break free from the shackles of the undead hold technique, and raised his ax high in Luna's direction, roaring and rushing forward. Passing over, Luna raised her very light eyebrows, and then waved her white arms in the blue pajamas—the whole four death knights split silently in an instant—the armor, skin, and flesh of each knight The bones and bones were completely arranged into four humanoid objects without any scars and maintaining their previous postures.

The sixteen human-shaped objects of the four death knights stood still for a few seconds, then fell to the ground with a bang and became a pile of human garbage. And those followers of death knights such as zombies and dementors shattered under the impact of this magic power, turning into dust and smoke and scattering.

The arms that bound Alan were reduced to ashes in this magic power, and Alan fell to the ground. Luna quietly came to Allen's side and squatted down.

Allen had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Luna, his chest was heaving violently, and his expression was anxious.

"I told you not to rely on the wand." Luna touched Alan's lips with her cold fingers and then helped him stroke his hair. She tilted her head and opened her protruding eyes and said to Alan , the expression was as serious as she was telling herself about the evidence of the existence of the horned snoring beast before, and the waist-length light blond hair slid down Alan's face.

Although the severe pain made Allen almost faint, he confirmed that he was not mistaken. Although Luna carefully avoided the wound on his face and those finger bones just now, there was something wrong in those silver-gray eyes. Pity for his injuries, but a kind of nostalgia trapped in memories, "You don't understand anything, Alan Harris."

All kinds of questions drilled into his mind. Apart from the unprecedented injury and pain, Allen had never felt so helpless and powerless. These finger bones carried the power of curse, which made his already tired body weaker Incomparable - but none of these can compare to his worry about Luna's current weird state.

Then, Luna let go of her left hand that was stroking Alan's hair and pinched the butter cork necklace next to the Deathly Hallows necklace she wore around her neck. Her pale and slender fingers twirled on the butter cork. The dazed eyes finally settled on Allen for a moment, and her hand left the necklace again.

"Try it." She bent down, hugged Alan in her arms like a princess, and walked in the direction she came from.

Being hugged in such a posture by the petite Luna made Allen a little ashamed of his current situation. He moved his head uncomfortably and looked into the distance.

Seeing this, his brows immediately frowned even tighter. This was definitely not because of the pain, but because he finally understood the source of the sounds like waves hitting the desk he heard before—those groups of people in the distance A black mist is not a wave at all, but an undead army composed of hordes of undead creatures and dementors.

Luna hugged Alan, her steps were very steady, as if she was not hugging a boy who was much taller than herself, but like a girl hugging her beloved doll.

Ignoring the dark areas made up of monsters in the distance, Luna continued her steps unmoved.

The white skeletons of those skeletons creaked, and there were white heads everywhere. Some skeletons' bodies were not even complete. Their limbs such as arms and legs may have been damaged due to fighting with other creatures over the long years up. A large number of ghost corpses opened their sunken, visionless eyes. On their pale faces, their hollow, foggy eyes made people stand upright.

Countless spinning black dementors are floating in the middle of the sky, their faces are covered by hoods, their breaths are crackling, and countless rotting hands are waving randomly in the air. A gloomy despair pervaded the land.

These lifeless non-living creatures representing darkness are densely packed like black clouds.

They had already stopped moving towards this side, as if they were frightened by Luna's arrival—although undead creatures can't feel fear in fact.

But their resentment towards the living made them follow far away without giving up.

After walking twelve or thirteen steps, the waves of undead creatures and dementors in the distance became completely silent. These monsters seemed to be strangled by some invisible force, unable to breathe—although they were not Need to breathe.

And Allen, who was being hugged by Luna, also began to feel extremely difficult to breathe, like a fish jumping from the water to the shore, about to suffocate to death. His lungs felt as if they were about to explode, his vision blurred, and even his heart rate dropped rapidly.

Then the air in the entire wilderness froze, and then seemed to be completely drained, replaced by darkness composed of death.

"Is this a physical death? Or is it just an illusion created in my mind?" Allen didn't know. He saw the fire of souls in the eye sockets of those undead creatures in the distance constantly shining red light. In this gray world, it was like hundreds of thousands of stars shining in the mortal sky—on the ground. .

But even so, what he saw was actually dark, like watching a wizarding TV with the brightness turned down to the lowest level.

Allen felt the dizziness from his head getting worse. He helplessly tried to take a deep breath to relieve it. At the same time, he exhausted all his strength in pain to barely raise his head so that he could clearly see Lu holding him. Na.

Feeling that Luna, who was holding her, stopped, she took a deep breath, and she sighed silently.

Then the darkness of death was expelled, and the air that was full of gray and decay but made Alan feel extraordinarily sweet at this time rushed into his lungs again, allowing his heart that had almost stopped beating to resume its heart rate again—this is also true. Let the blood flow resume, but at the first moment, they rushed to his brain through the blood vessels, almost making Allen faint directly.

For more than a dozen seconds, Allen found himself unable to move, unable to do anything, but let Luna hold him in his arms like a stiff puppet, and the golden stars popping up in front of him made him even more confused.

Later, his vision began to recover, and he turned his head to see that the undead in the distance were not affected by this, and each undead kneeled in one direction - and the dementors also bowed in the same direction.

Allen followed their line of sight—looking directly at the existence that just because of the act of looking directly at him made his blood freeze in his veins, and his breathing almost stopped again.

A black cloak covers a tall skeleton in a huge black robe, holding a large scythe wrapped in a shroud in both hands. The head of the scythe is a space that does not exist at all, and the blade-shaped hollow drags the surrounding body. bright.

The god of death in the legend of the three brothers in the story of Beedle the poet appeared in this wilderness.