Chapter 581 You Don’t Understand Nothing, Alan Harris (Revised)

Suddenly, the black material stretched out to form a huge circular shield, rolling and surging violently. Pieces of red light quickly danced on the shield, letting out manic screams.

The movements of the four death knights couldn't help but stop. Everyone, dead or alive, was attracted by this sudden movement. A slender blue shadow stood fluttering on the shield. Outside, a pale palm pressed against the shield. The layers of black material were rolling in the direction of the shadow, accumulating and compressing in the palm of her hand, curling up into a black mist with red light. All the black matter was swept away and turned into this hazy mist, which was then drawn into a transparent bubble. With a gentle wave of his hand, the mist wrapped in bubbles floated in the air.

The white hand waved slightly, and the mist disappeared as if it had entered some other dimension, revealing Luna's beautiful but weird face behind it.

The shocked and incomprehensible Allen half-opened his eyes. Seeing the strange yet familiar Luna in front of him, he felt confused and anxious: "Luna? How could she enter the curtain and find me? That blue light... By the way, The amulet that protects me was given to me by Luna...the Ravenclaw diadem 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, which made Allen focus again on the situation in front of him, "Luna, run!" Allen wanted to remind Luna to get her away from this dangerous place, but The punctures on his chin and cheeks prevented him from opening his mouth at all, and he could only make short, indistinct sounds.

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

Luna's appearance lit up this dark area, and her bare feet were spotless on this barren land with nothing but black and gray soil and gravel.

"I'm here for Ellen Harris." Luna's trance-like and ethereal voice sounded. Her silver-gray eyes were half-opened and did not look a little bulging as usual. She walked slowly towards Ellen, her blue eyes The hem of her skirt fluttered slightly behind her.

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

The death knight wearing the Viking helmet made noise all over his armor, and finally raised his arms stiffly - he was the first to break free from the restraint of the undead creature, raised his ax high in the direction of Luna, roared and charged. After passing by, Luna raised her very light eyebrows, and then waved her white arm in the blue pajamas - the four death knights were split silently in an instant - the armor, skin, flesh and blood of each knight The bones were completely arranged into four humanoid objects with no scars at all, maintaining their previous postures.

After the sixteen humanoid objects of the four death knights stood still for a few seconds, they fell to the ground and became a pile of human garbage. The zombies, dementors and other followers of the death knight were shattered under the impact of this magic power, turning into dust and smoke and scattered.

The arms that restrained Allen turned to ashes in the magic, and Allen fell to the ground. Luna quietly came to Allen's side and squatted down.

Allen had many questions to ask Luna. His chest was heaving violently and he looked anxious.

"I told you not to rely on the wand." Luna put her cold fingers on Allen's lips and then smoothed his hair. She tilted her head and opened her bulging eyes and said to Allen. , her expression was as serious as when she was telling herself the evidence of the existence of the Bent-Horned Snorlax before, and her waist-length light golden hair fell on Allen's face.

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

All kinds of questions entered his mind. In addition to the unprecedented injuries and pain, Allen had never felt so helpless and powerless. These finger bones carried the power of the curse, making his already tired body even weaker. Incomparable - but these are not as worried as he is about Luna's current strange state.

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

"Try it." She leaned down, held Allen in her arms like a princess, and walked in the direction she came from.

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

At this sight, his brows immediately furrowed even more tightly. This was definitely not because of the pain, but because he finally understood the source of the sounds like waves crashing against the table that he heard before - those distant masses of The black mist is not a wave at all, but an undead army composed of groups of undead creatures and dementors.

Luna hugged Allen with very steady steps, as if she was not holding a boy who was much taller than her own, but like a girl holding her beloved doll.

Ignoring the dark areas composed 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 arms, legs and other limbs may have been damaged due to battles with other creatures over the long years. . Large swathes of Inferi have sunken, blind eyes, and their hollow, foggy eyes on their pale faces make people stand on end.

Countless spinning black dementors were floating in the sky, their faces were covered by hoods, their breathing was rattling, and countless rotten hands were waving randomly in the air. Gray despair pervades the land.

These lifeless non-living creatures that represent darkness are like black clouds, densely packed in a large area.

They had already stopped moving forward as they were approaching here, as if they were frightened by Luna's arrival - although undead creatures could not actually feel fear.

But their resentment towards the living made them unwilling to give up and follow them from afar.

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

Allen, who was held by Luna, also began to feel extremely difficult to breathe, as if a fish had jumped from the water to the shore and was about to suffocate. 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 stagnated, and then seemed to be completely drained, replaced by a darkness composed of death.

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

But even so, the scene he saw was actually dark, like watching a wizard TV with the brightness adjusted to the lowest level.

Allen felt the dizziness coming from his head getting worse. He tried helplessly to take deep breaths to relieve it. At the same time, he painfully used all his strength to raise his head so that he could clearly see Lu holding him. Na.

Feeling Luna stop holding her, she took a deep breath, like a silent sigh.

Then the darkness of death was driven away, and the air that was full of dust and decay but that made Allen feel particularly sweet at this time surged into his lungs again, causing his heart that had almost stopped beating to resume its heart rate again - this was also Let the blood flow again, but at the first moment, they rushed through the blood vessels and rushed to his brain, almost making Allen faint.

For more than ten seconds, Allen found that he could not move or do anything. He just let Luna hold him in his arms like a stiff puppet. The stars in front of his eyes made him even more confused.

Later, his vision began to recover, and he turned around and saw that the undead creatures in the distance were not affected by this. Each undead creature knelt in one direction - and the dementors also bowed in the same direction.

Allen looked along their gaze - looking directly at the being that made his blood freeze in his veins and made his breathing almost stop just because of the act of looking directly.

A black cloak covered a tall skeleton in a huge black robe, and his hands held a large scythe wrapped in a shroud. The head of the scythe was a completely non-existent space, and the blade-shaped hollow dragged around it. bright.

The legendary god of death appears in this wilderness about the three brothers in the story of Beedle the Poet.