Chapter 580 Wart (Modified, Sincere Thanks to the Leader Lingling Is Very Naughty)
"The false god stole my lord's power to protect him!" The English death knight tore off Allen's clothes, and his single red eyes fell on the necklace of the Three Hallows of Death worn around Allen's neck.
He murmured the curse of the dead in his mouth, and reached out to put a hand on the shoulder of a skeleton follower behind him. The follower was like a broken sculpture, automatically turning into dust - except for the grabbed arm, which remained intact. The English death knight let go His palm and the remaining arm automatically floated in the air.
With the sound of his cold spell, each of the followers turned into dust. When seven arms appeared in the air, the English Death Knight pointed at Allen with his hand, and the remaining arms of the skeleton and zombie followers flew towards He grabbed Allen, grabbed his hands and feet, two held his waist, and the last one directly grabbed the top of Allen's head and pulled his head up - these arms completed the fixation Finally, let Allen float in the air.
The English death knight raised the long sword in his hand. The sword was wider than the palm of his hand and stood half as tall as a man. The color of the sword grid and the weight ball were as dark as black smoke as the blade, but the blade flashed from time to time. Silky red light. The other three death knights seemed to have received the order, striding behind him and standing up straight.
The English knight handed the sword to a zombie beside him, then stretched out his right hand to his raised left hand, and with a crunching sound, he took off the rotten middle finger of his left hand. The death knight wearing a Viking helmet also broke off the middle finger of his right hand without hesitation, and the remaining two death knights did the same, tearing off their index fingers.
They held up the light 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 floating and murmuring prayers. Because their whispers were too soft and their prayers were too obscure, Allen, who was caught in the air by those arms, could not hear their words clearly, but as they prayed, the power overflowing from those increasingly strengthened fingers gave Allen the feeling It's not evil, it just makes people feel peaceful, like it's guiding the dead to sleep.
After the prayer, they turned the rotten fingers in their hands into fleshless 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 due to the death knight's approach. "For my lord." The cold voice was emotionless, but people could feel the solemnity and solemnity in it. He held his finger bones and pierced Allen's chin with force. With Allen's suppressed inhalation, he seemed to have tried his best to pierce the finger bones into Allen's chin bit by bit. The left side of the chin, after avoiding Allen's jaw, finally pierced through Allen's cheek, making him look like he had grown a fang, and blood flowed out from the wound.
The English Death Knight took two steps back, seeming to be admiring his masterpiece and observing the effect. He stepped forward again and punched Allen in the face. Allen, whose head was grabbed by the hanging arm, could not help but Avoiding it, 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 did not 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 toward Allen's chin, and "poof" It was inserted into Allen's trembling and twisted cheeks, adding another fang to Allen. Allen's blood splashed on the black land and instantly turned into dark red and finally turned into gray that blended in with the world. The veins on his forehead were bulging because the injury to his mouth prevented him from shouting loudly. In the end, he could only use suppressed short sounds of "ha, ha" from his mouth to try to relieve the pain.
The huge fist arrived in an instant, hitting Allen's face with a roaring sound. Allen felt slight pain on his face, as if someone had lightly slapped his cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breathing become rapid, he knew clearly in his heart that the other party hitting his face was testing whether the protective effect of his necklace was weakened. But now it seems that their methods did work. The anger caused by his inability to resist gnawed at Allen's somewhat arrogant mind, and he even began to feel a sense of fear - and two finger bones, which meant that he would have to experience this unprecedented pain twice more.
Sure enough, among the remaining two death knights holding the finger bones, the taller one recited "For my Lord" piously, then inserted the finger bones in his hand into Allen's cheek again, and then punched him. There were bruises on Allen's face, and due to the nature of the world, the bruises quickly swelled up and turned gray.
Allen half-opened his eyes weakly. Unable to resist, he tried his best to think of ways to reverse this unfavorable situation for him. He kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that restrained him, but to no avail - after The fighting and resistance before and after entering the curtain, as well as the pain caused by these finger bones, made Allen's consciousness gradually blurred. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The only thing that kept him from fainting was his own unwillingness to do so. Desire to live.
The cold voice of the fourth death knight sounded: "This last one should be able to inhibit the protection that my Lord's amulet brings to this false god's believer... for my Lord..."
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed Allen, and 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 opponent punched him twice quickly on the left and right cheeks, and he almost heard the sound of cracking bones on his left and right cheeks in no particular order.
Suddenly, the left and right cheekbones were swollen due to bone fractures, and the skin scars caused by the obscurus-like thing made these parts look as ugly as warts. Under the influence of this world, Allen had a hopeless thought in his trance. However, compared with the external damage, the unbearable pain was the culprit that made Allen have this idea. "Maybe this is good." , at least I don’t have to have those finger bones inserted into my face anymore.”
"His physique is so good. Without protection, my punch is enough to blow the head of an ordinary mortal, but he only has a broken bone - I want to use his skull as a bowl." The other party's words of praise made Allen's His heart felt cold. For a moment, the faces of those relatives in the Harris family, Luna, Penello, and Hermione appeared in his heart. He did not expect that the Ministry of Magic and his party would become the final farewell.
The four death knights raised their weapons. The threat of death was shrouding Allen. He was not afraid of pain, but when life was caught off guard and came to an end in this way, no matter how many doubts and how unwilling he was, , No amount of attachment is too late to appreciate it carefully at this moment.