Vol 2 Chapter 1543: ?state

The appearance of Allen at this time seemed to explain his state.
The white hair that was once habitually combed back meticulously has long been messy, and even a piece of electric paste has been applied to the back of his left forehead, and the surrounding hair is still standing upside down due to static electricity.
The feathers on the original layered raven feather cloaks have fallen a lot, and the scattered feathers look like they have been ravaged. The black robe that surrounds his body has only left a few tatters. The rotten cloth, the black silk robe decorated with elegant waterfall-shaped dark steel threads, the pattern composed of ancient magic texts carefully stitched with dark red mithril thread is no longer complete, and it has lost the function of resisting attacks. ...
Some of the magical gems that acted like longan's inner parts, as well as one of his boots were gone, only a few of them seemed to be slumped and tried to keep their eyes open and watch the surroundings.
And Allen himself, leaning on his staff at this time, his pale face with unique tree-like damage formed by the electric current seemed to be overshadowed. The original clear eyes looked hazy, and his whole body was numb and weak. He pressed his lips tightly without saying a word.
Only the blue shield made directly from Ravenclaw's supernatural power is still protecting him, protecting him from being hurt by this world where the living will be fatal if they step in.
At the beginning, he was able to fight against Helbo, the of death, but after three days of repeated struggles to the present, he has begun to give up counting how many times he was killed and how many times he has been resurrected and resurrected by divine power.
What he can be sure of is that after such deaths and reshaping time and time again, he knows that this kind of behavior has begun to hurt his mental condition.
Allen feels very hungry now, but this is not a kind of hunger that needs to fill his stomach. He can use the obstacles of the clone to let himself eat during the battle. After being killed by death in the battle and then resurrected by Luna, his physical state He can return to the heyday, but this kind of hunger is a kind of hunger that wants to eat pudding, want to eat mutton soup, want to taste the food of the world, he does not feel thirsty, but he misses the rich and fragrant butter beer. , The aroma of hot black tea or even instant coffee.
Because in the underworld, all the food he brings is stained with the color of death, even the taste of inanimate cola will no longer make people happy here, and the recovery of spirit and reason is not magic and divine power. Easily resolved, the pain caused by death will leave in his mind the pain that is difficult to eliminate for a short time in the form of memory.
As for the convenience problem, he has already let go of the false face problem. From the very beginning, after trying to use the neutral to solve the problem, he simply pulled it directly into the crotch, and then went from cleaning with magic to now simply giving up this point. .
"I don't know what happened to the heroes in the so-called three days, three nights, seven days, seven nights and other legends..."
Allen's thoughts diverged, and then he woke up and guessed that he should almost be sent to death once. This time it lasted a little too long, causing his physical strength to flow quickly, and the unsolvable sleep problem was also depended on. This is a rude and mentally harmful way to solve it.
As a god, or even an undead creature, the troubles of these living beings are just a small episode in the ancient memory for the of death, and he doesn't need it at all.
So in terms of the battle flow, from the very beginning, Alan was still able to take the initiative to attack, face the death who is dueling as a wizard, come and go, and then he can fight back from time to time when he is defending. Now he is basically just passive defense. Situation.
Heart-piercing and extremely screaming screams resounded in this quiet area, the sound of rhythmically ejecting small bubbles, and another burst of bangs, like a burst of balloons being pierced.
A bulging and invisible wizard's blood vessels burst and turned into a red blood man. He fell to the ground in a very painful curled position. The tissue surrounding the blood vessels on his body necroticed very quickly, and the skin immediately disappeared. His face quickly fell off one by one, revealing the vague flesh and blood inside. These flesh and blood also fell in pieces one after another, piled up on the ground, and finally only broken bones were left, which can be seen in his chest. It can be seen from the position that the internal organs have become a muddy mixture.
At this time, Helbo, the of death, did not look at the blood man. He held the cobra-shaped crutches in his left hand with distinct articulations and slid on the ground, while his right hand strangled the throat of a humanoid object and lifted him in the air. Except for the first attempt to break the Grim Reaper's hand, his arms fell softly on his sides after almost two or three seconds.
A flash of red light flashed, and this avatar who looked like Allen lost its moisture in an instant. The pale but youthful skin was visibly shriveled and cracked, like a dry brown cracked earth, the whole body The shriveled skin was attached to the skeleton, like the mummified corpse of a mummy that had been sealed for thousands of years.
In the end, the mummy's mouth opened wide, and between the two eye sockets, the original position of the eye became two shriveled things like raisins.
The of death let go of his hand, the blood man and the corpse as if they had never appeared before, turned into some shadows and the energy began to dissipate in place, and the figure of Alan, who was holding the staff, looked even more rickety, and he even coughed and retched. After a few sounds, it seemed that he wanted to spit out the visceral fragments that did not really exist in his body.
The two clones that were destroyed by the of death Helbo, although the damage will not be passed on to his body~EbookFREE.me~, the shared feeling undoubtedly passed on those pains intact. Passed over-this is why the of death would try to use painful spells to solve the two false apparitions.
The corners of the Grim Reaper’s robe, dark enough to absorb the surrounding light, and the pair of Greek-style sandals fell on Allen's eyes, who was standing on his staff with his head hanging down. The bony-white-skinned of death Helbo did not change his appearance, and even his hair was not scattered.
Allen found that he still could not detect the other party's method, because the death did not rely on movement or phantom teleportation, but suddenly narrowed the distance between himself and Allen's body-but this young man The arcanist used his knowledge to speculate that this is because this land belongs to the other party, and he also modified some rules so that he can use it.
But regardless of whether the of death was playing with him deliberately, or for other reasons, things are always going a little bit. In such a fierce battle, it is impossible for Alan Harris, the savior, to be the only one who will be damaged—because of this. Although his robes and sandals were intact on Shishen's body, the brand-new mirrored cloak he was wearing was unavoidably old and bleak, and there was even a scattered size on the hem. Different holes.