Chapter 812 Greek Sliced Cake
In Diagon Alley, Hai Erbo sat opposite Allen, leaning on the cobra-shaped crutch with both hands.
Allen's back was straight, facing the coercion faintly exuded by the other party, his back was tense, he felt the blood flow being squeezed, and his head was a little dizzy, although Luna told herself that this was just a death. The incarnation of true power does not mean that the arrival of the main body is not a real threat to them, but as a mortal, he can still feel the suppression from the true god identity revealed by the other party.
"Want some?" Trying to hide his vigilance and discomfort in front of an incarnation of a true god, Allen pushed the menu on the stall towards Hai Erbo.
At this time, the pressure caused by the other party on Allen is different from seeing the god of death in the underworld that he entered behind the veil. The god of death he saw at the beginning could hardly look directly at him. It would make all the hairs on Allen's body stand on end, and every cell was clamoring to warn that the wizard on the opposite side was very dangerous, but Allen still managed to make his actions look normal.
Haierbo's eyes rested on the brownie cake that was left in Alan's hand, and his hoarse voice was calm: "Ευχαριστ? (Thank you in Greek)."
"Two brownies, thank you." Allen waved to the clerk, directing the circled menu to fly over.
The clerk quickly brought over two chocolate brownies sprinkled with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was so great that he couldn't perceive Haierbo's existence at all. Mr Alan Harris could love our cake."
Haierbo ignored the fork placed on one side of the cake, and picked up the cake directly with his hands. Because he didn't control the force well, his fingers broke through the crispy shell on the surface and reached the fluffy part, pinching the cake and deforming it. Contrary to the well-dressed appearance, Hai Erbo bit off a piece rudely, and he was stunned for a moment with his mouth full of cake. He hadn't eaten any food for two thousand years, so he forgot how to eat for a while, and paused Dun just remembered that he should continue chewing.
After swallowing the cake in his mouth completely, Haierbo wiped his chocolate-covered fingers on the tablecloth: "It's not like baklava (Greek sliced cake)."
Allen put down the fork, adjusted a posture that made him look more relaxed, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and his back touched the real thing, which also supported his stressed body.
"That's not the power that mortals should control." Haierbo's crutch pointed in the direction of the temple.
"You used to be a mortal too." Allen didn't like Haierbo's tone. The condescending tone revealed in the condescending tone of the other party. It's been a long time since I've had this experience of not being taken seriously.
"I 'used' to be a mortal—you should advise that false god who is paying attention to us in the temple, not to try to gain faith by deception." Moved by his tone, "Everyone is mortal, and death is a part of the life cycle. It is not the end, but another beginning; it is not a punishment, but an indispensable necessity in life."
Hai Erbo talked like this, if Alan hadn’t received information about the Nether scroll from Luna, it would be really difficult to understand what he was talking about, but the feeling of being ignored by the other party made Alan even more annoyed , which helped him relax when facing the oppression of the opponent, he leaned forward slightly, and asked: "Didn't you also obtain the priesthood through a similar method? Speaking of which, we are just trying to prevent you from absorbing your soul." That's all."
Regarding his act of devouring the souls of the dead to increase his strength was exposed by Allen, Haierbo still did not have any emotions. He was just calmly trying to guide Allen back to the correct path he thought: "Mortal, if you and that False gods try to escape death just for this reason,
I have already corrected this mistake caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of being. Ordinary people's fear of death is only due to ignorance, and there are worse things than death in life. "
Facing Haierbo's guidance, although Alan was a little puzzled, the other party seemed to be saying that he had not continued to greedily absorb the souls of the dead, and seemed to be just trying to complete the priestly work, but what happened last year after he was drawn into the veil by the other party The matter still made him refuse: "I think it's better for me to control my own destiny, instead of putting my hopes on whether you will make mistakes."
After Allen's voice fell, he couldn't help leaning back on the chair. The pressure brought about by the gap between the power of the true god suddenly revealed by Hai Erbo and his mortal status made Allen's nerves tense. The feeling of suffocation as if falling into the deep sea tightly binds Allen, and that sense of oppression is like a pair of giant hands formed by death, mercilessly squeezing and kneading the air around Allen, leaving no gap—— But it was different from the first time he met each other behind the veil, this time relying on the power brought to him by reading the Nether scroll, he himself drove out the darkness of death, with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownie cake The air quickly refilled his lungs.
"The Nether scroll is not the power you should master. Netheril's arcanists have no restrictions on their research, and dare to break through the prohibition from the gods. They tried to steal the power they shouldn't have, and the whole world was almost destroyed. "The god of death seems to have realized that the power of his incarnation in the mortal world is no longer effective for the little wizard in front of him. He still looked at Allen expressionlessly, as if he had done nothing just now, "As long as the false god Give up her plan, and you will no longer continue to practice knowledge that should not exist in the mortal world, and I can ignore your stupid attempts to live forever in the mortal world."
At this time, Hogsmeade village.
Bayer waved his arm lightly, as if to wipe away the life of the wizard in this village was as easy as blowing away a cloud of smoke. The dragon-like wings on his back vibrated lightly, and he gradually flew upwards. Around its waist was a howling human head with its mouth wide open. The hollow eyes of the skeleton made the hearts of those who saw it tremble, and the backs of the people felt chills.
Hearing Bayer's words, the wizards who lost their mobility seemed to see their future from these skeletons, and despair filled the sky above Hogsmeade.
A strange and special tone came out of Baier's mouth, and the sky slowly began to spread red light. Countless red rays of light swayed wantonly, and the light slowly spread out, like countless fireballs about to gather in the air. Same, bright red occupies the entire sky.
The strong wind was overflowing, rustling the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmeade Street. Even with magical reinforcement, some of the roofs were still blown away by the strong wind. The wizard who was stunned in place was staggered by the strong wind. Hermione's disheveled hair was blown back by the strong wind, and her eyes could not be opened because of this.
"No...he's calling for meteors...this is a meteor explosion! Meteor meteors falling down, even a small piece, is enough to destroy us all..." At the door of the Three Broomsticks bar, an old wizard covered in scars said in horror Pointing to the abnormality in the sky, he howled in despair—he just tried to use Floo powder again in vain to escape with the fireplace and found that the connection between the Floo network was also disturbed, so he decided to take a risk and ran out of the tavern to escape. This scene in front of me.
The sky was full of red, and the red became thicker and darker, as if it was going to press the entire Hogsmeade underground. Hearing the old wizard's words, the wizards fled in panic, trying to rush out of the counter. Apparition range.
Horrific gusts of wind poured in continuously from his ears. Amidst the panicked shouts of the people and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed on the ground, holding the tin wine bottle, unplugged the remaining liquid with trembling hands, He poured it all down and whimpered, "It's too late..."
Then, the air in Hogsmeade, drowned in despair and screams, suddenly fell silent.