Chapter 579 Debt Collection (Revised, Sincere Thanks to the 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 helpless made him Almost suffocating. He turned his head, trying to relieve this unprecedented feeling of defeat. His eyes penetrated the shield of black mist, and this gray wilderness came into view.
There are gray figures stationed in the gray wilderness. Their faces are expressionless. They cannot cry or laugh. It is impossible to read any emotional changes on their faces. The only thing that can be perceived is despair, boundless despair. These dumb figures succumb to the depression in the nature of this world one by one. From time to time, some gray figures turn into an irregular ball of soul energy. In the distance, flying high into the sky, were the meteors that Allen saw around him when he landed.
A strong sense of familiarity hit his heart. After observing the scenery outside, Allen realized that it was not the first time he had stepped into this place. This dark space and the expressionless figure staying in it. The longer he stayed, the more he wanted to leave. This feeling of having fewer wishes... was exactly the same as the world he saw in the Dementors' minds through Legilimency when he conducted the Dementor experiment. This area does not look like the human world because it does not belong to the human world - is this the underworld? !
When those soul energies occasionally flew past him, Allen observed through the vision enhanced by attribute potions that the distorted faces of those people were looming in this mass of soul energy.
"Where is this, and what is going on with you?" Allen did not give up any possibility, shouting at the top of his lungs at those souls.
Some faces in the soul energy were as dull as dead fish and ignored him at all, but some were different. Allen could clearly see the mouths on the faces in the soul energy opening and closing, as if they were telling him something, but because of those gray faces, The haze not only limited the line of sight, but also suppressed the distorted sound. Allen couldn't hear what they were saying at all - and he wasn't sure the other party could hear what he said clearly.
After trying the method of inner communication again, he found that it had no effect on these souls. Allen's fist dropped to the black earth, and he returned to his original screaming method, while trying his best to identify the meaning of those twisted lips. : "Louder, what are you talking about?"
However, what came to Allen'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, and the gray mist blocked his sight. He could only see some ups and downs in the distance around him. Uncertain black waves moved slowly in the distance.
Allen closed his eyes in frustration, his heart sinking. Was he trapped here like this? Let the feeling of despair that keeps pouring out despite his efforts to ignore it take control of him, sucking away his vitality bit by bit?
Not long after, Allen suddenly opened his eyes. He heard heavy, scattered footsteps and the sound of metal armor rubbing against each other. He climbed up from the ground and watched the sound vigilantly. direction.
The sound became louder and louder, and through the gray fog, some non-human beings appeared in Allen's field of vision. 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 rotting corpses, and their faces are black skulls wrapped in rotten skin. Shining with two dots of red light. Some skeletons and zombies followed them stiffly, and dementors in black cloaks floated beside them.
Seeing this, Allen only hoped that the black substance could not only imprison him, but also protect him from being harmed by these zombie-like creatures. But unfortunately, these undead souls who are inanimate creatures are completely unaffected by the black matter, and they just walked in directly.
Allen couldn't help but take a few steps back. He had not yet been completely affected by this world. He kept thinking about what kind of spell he should use in the event of a conflict. But no matter how he looked at it, it seemed that there was not much hope of survival. He was a little desperate. The earth lingered in his heart.
"Wizard, I'm here to collect a debt from you!" A death knight with incomplete golden hair and a Viking braid on his beard was exposed from under a carved Viking half-face helmet with a chain-mail neck protector and a Viking beard. Lun is approaching. His voice was cold and empty, like an echo from a deep valley. As he got closer, you could see that although the center of his forehead was badly damaged, from under the rotting flesh, you could see that his facial features in front of him were quite handsome. He held a huge round shield in his left hand and a large round shield in his right hand. A Viking battle ax with a large hook, the chainmail robe and the mutilated animal skin waistcoat rustling as he moved around.
"My Lord allows us to collect debts from you, but you will die today." The undead who was at least a little smaller next to the Viking undead, dressed in an English decorative robe, and an eleventh-century Muggle knight also raised his hand. Knight's sword. There was an arrow stuck in the middle of one of his eyes, with only the tail feathers exposed, and the other eye looked at Allen with a terrifying look - the red in his eyes was obviously more angry than the other dead. Some.
The other two knights, who were wearing the same period costumes as them, both wore nose helmets. One of them was extraordinarily strong. He also took a step forward and drew his knight's sword: "Although I am actually a favor from you - this It’s not a personal grudge, UUReading www.uukanshu.net But you must die today.” In the end, the shorter knight just said: “Followers of false gods, you and I didn’t know each other before.” Then he raised his hands and raised the Short spear.
Allen, who was originally on guard, couldn't understand what he said, "What kind of debt are you asking me for? It's my first time in this place. What kind of debt do I owe? And these undead people don't know how many years they have been dead by looking at their costumes. The accents are obviously from different countries... Are there other believers of false gods?" Allen, who had no time to think carefully and even felt a little aggrieved, had to strike first and released a blazing flame without a wand before they attacked.
But the opponent didn't even pause and rushed directly towards Allen. Allen pressed his lips tightly, but the magic spells he could cast without a wand basically had no effect on the opponent, even if they were undead according to common sense. The flames that they are more afraid of can only make these enemies stagger a few steps, and cannot even stop the opponents from moving forward.
The Viking warrior didn't give Allen time to think, and slashed at the left side of his neck with an axe. Barely leaning over, Allen dodged and then rolled on the spot, panting to avoid the opponent's pursuit. However, the skeletons, zombies, and dementors formed a closed circle, surrounding him, and they moved towards Allen little by little. With Lun closing in, Allen has no way to escape.
The death knight dressed as an English knight also rushed over. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed Allen hard. Allen wanted to avoid it, but he was exhausted physically and mentally and was pushed away by the big man wearing a Viking warrior helmet. The back was stunned. Allen tilted his head but failed to avoid the opponent's attack, but the expected pain did not come. The blue light film on his body protected him. The opponent stabbed continuously without giving up, but it could not hurt Allen at all.