Chapter 812 Greek Cake
( ) In Diagon Alley, Haierbo sat opposite Allen, letting his hands rest on the cobra-shaped crutch.
Allen's back was straight, facing the faint coercion emanating from the other party. His back was tense, feeling that the blood flow was being squeezed, and his head was a little dizzy, although Luna told herself that this was just a sign of the God of Death, and there was nothing wrong with it. The incarnation of true power, even if it is not its true form, does not pose a real threat to them, but as a mortal, he can still feel the suppression from the true god's identity revealed in the other party.
"Want some?" Trying to hide his vigilance and discomfort in front of the incarnation of a true god, Allen pushed the menu on the stall in the direction of Haierbo.
The pressure the other party put on Allen at this time was different from when he saw the God of Death in the underworld that he entered behind the curtain. The God of Death he saw at the time could hardly be looked at directly, and it seemed that he could suffocate just by getting close. It would make the hairs on Allen's body stand on end, and every cell in his body was screaming to warn the wizard opposite that he was in danger, but Allen could still barely make his actions look normal.
Herbo's eyes stayed on the brownie cake with only a little left in Allen's hand, and his hoarse voice was smooth: "euxαpiσt?? (Thank you in Greek)."
"Two brownies, thank you." Allen waved to the clerk and commanded the circled menu to fly over.
The clerk quickly delivered two pieces of chocolate brownie cake sprinkled with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was so huge that he could not sense the existence of Haierbo at all. The relaxed and happy clerk was still a little happy, "What an honor. Mr. Alan Harris could like our cake.”
Haierbo ignored the fork placed on one side of the cake and directly picked up the cake with his hands. Because he did not control his strength well, his fingers broke through the crispy shell on the surface and reached the fluffy part, pinching the cake and deforming it. Contrary to his well-groomed appearance, Haierbo bit off a piece of cake roughly. With a mouthful of cake in his mouth, he was stunned for a moment. He had not eaten any food for two thousand years and he temporarily forgot how to eat. He paused. Suddenly I remembered that I should continue chewing.
After completely swallowing the cake in his mouth, Herbo wiped his chocolate-covered fingers on the tablecloth: "Not baklava (Greek cut cake)."
Allen put down his fork, adjusted himself to a position that made him look more relaxed, and leaned against the back of the chair. His back was in contact with something real, which also supported his stressed body.
"That is not a power that mortals should control." Haierbo's crutch pointed in the direction of the temple.
"You were once a mortal." Allen didn't like Haierbo's tone. The condescending tone revealed the other's contempt. Since the past few years, his mastery of arcane arts and obscure knowledge has improved. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of experience of not being taken seriously.
"I 'was' a mortal. You should advise the false god who is paying attention to us in the temple not to try to gain faith through deception." Haierbo was calm and completely unfazed by Allen's almost sarcastic tone. Moved, "All mortals die. 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."
Halbo was talking to himself like this. If Allen hadn't obtained the information about the Nether Scroll from Luna, it would have been difficult to understand what he was saying. However, the feeling of being ignored by the other party made Allen even more annoyed. , which helped him feel more relaxed when facing the opponent's suppression. He leaned forward slightly and asked: "Didn't you obtain the priesthood through a similar method? Speaking of which, we are just trying to prevent you from absorbing the soul. That’s all.”
When Allen exposed his behavior of devouring the souls of the dead to increase his strength, Haierbo's emotions still did not have any waves. He was just calmly trying to guide Allen back to what he thought was the right path: "Mortal, if you and that The false god tried to escape death just for this reason. I have corrected this mistake caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of existence. Mortals’ fear of death is only because of ignorance. Living will encounter more things than death. Bad things.”
Facing Haierbo's guidance, although Allen was a little confused, the other party seemed to indicate that he had stopped greedily absorbing the souls of the dead, and seemed to be just trying to complete the work of the priesthood. But what happened after he was involved in the veil last year He still refused: "I think it's better for me to control my own destiny, rather than relying on whether you will make mistakes."
After Allen's words fell, he couldn't help but lean back on the chair. The oppression caused by the gap between the true god's power that Halbo suddenly revealed and his mortal identity made Allen's nerves tense. The suffocating feeling, as if falling into the deep sea, tightly bound Allen. The oppressive feeling was like a pair of giant hands formed by death, mercilessly squeezing and kneading the air around Allen, leaving no gaps but leaving nothing behind. It was different when he met the other person for the first time behind the curtain. This time, relying on the power brought to him by the Nether Scroll, he himself expelled the darkness of death, and the air with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownie cake was very It quickly refilled his lungs.
"The Netherese Scrolls are not a power that you should master. Netheril's arcanists have no restrictions on research and dare to break through the prohibitions from the gods. They try to steal power that you should not hold, and the entire world is almost destroyed. ." The God of Death seemed to realize that the power of his incarnation in the mortal world was 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. I can ignore your foolish behavior in trying to live forever in the mortal world."
At this time, Hogsmeade Village.
Bayer waved his arm gently, as if erasing the life of this village wizard was as easy as brushing away a piece of smoke. The fire dragon-like wings on his back vibrated slightly, and he gradually flew upwards. Around its waist was a human head that kept wailing with its mouth wide open. The hollow skull eyes made those who saw it feel hairy in their hearts and their backs shivered.
After hearing Bayer's words, the incapacitated wizards present seemed to see their own future from these skeletons, and despair filled the sky above Hogsmeade.
A weird and special accent came out of Bayer's mouth, and red light slowly began to spread in the sky. Countless red ray-like lights stirred wantonly, and the light slowly spread out, like countless fireballs about to gather in the sky. Likewise, bright red occupies the entire sky.
The strong wind blew, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net rustling the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmeade Street. Even if they were reinforced with magic, some of the roofs were still overturned by the strong wind. The wizard, who was shocked to the spot, was blown around 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 is summoning meteors...this is a meteor explosion! If a meteorite falls, even a small piece of it will be enough to destroy us all..." At the door of the Three Broomsticks bar, an old wizard covered with scars said in horror Pointing at the abnormality in the sky, he howled in despair. He had just tried in vain to use Floo powder again and tried to escape using the fireplace. After discovering that the connection between the Floo network was also interfered with, he decided to take a risk and rushed out of the tavern to escape. When he saw this One scene.
The sky was filled with red, and the red was getting thicker and darker, as if it was going to push the entire Hogsmeade underground. After hearing the old wizard's words, the wizards fled in panic, trying to rush out of the counterattack. Apparition range.
Terrifying strong winds poured in continuously from the ears. Amid the panicked shouts of the people and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed on the ground, holding the tin wine bottle. With trembling hands, he pulled out the stopper and drained out the remaining liquid. He drank it all and sobbed: "It's too late..."
Then, the air in Hogsmeade suddenly became silent as it was drowned by despair and screams.