Vol 2 Chapter 579: Debt collection (modified, sincere thanks to the lord Ye Zuimeng Wuhen)

Allen fell backward 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 helplessness made him Almost suffocated. He tilted his head, wanting to relieve this unprecedented sense of despair, his gaze penetrated the black mist shield, and this gray wilderness ran into his eyes.
In the gray wilderness, there were a series of gray figures. They were expressionless, they could not cry or laugh, and could not read any emotional changes on his face. The only thing that can be noticed is despair and boundless despair. These dull figures succumb to the depression in the essence of this world. From time to time, some dark figures turn into an irregular group of soul energy. In the distance, flying high into the sky, are the meteors that Allen saw around him when he landed.
A strong sense of familiarity came to my heart, and Allen, who observed the scenery outside, realized that it was not the first time that he stepped into this dark space, this dull space, the expressionless figure that stayed in it, the longer he stayed and wanted to leave The feeling that the less desires he had... it was exactly the same as the world he saw in the mind of the dementor through dementor during 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 by his side, Allen observed through the vision enhanced by the attribute potion that the distorted faces of those people were looming in this group of soul energy.
"Where is this, what's the matter with you?" Alan didn't give up any possibility, and shouted at those souls hoarsely.
Some of the faces in the soul energy were sluggish like a dead fish, ignoring him at all, while others were different. Alan clearly saw the mouth on the face in the soul energy opening and closing, as if telling him something, but because of the gray The haze of fog not only restricts the line of sight, but also suppresses the distorted voices. Allen can't hear what they are saying—not sure if the other party can hear what he said clearly.
After trying the methods of inner communication again, he found that it didn't work for these souls. Allen's fist fell on the black ground, and he used the original shouting method again, and at the same time tried to identify the meaning of the twisted lips. : "Speak louder, what are you talking about?"
However, what came into Allen's ear was a strange sound, which came from a distance like a tide. Allen opened his eyes wide and looked to the distance, trying to see the source of the sound clearly, but the distance was too far, and the gray fog blocked his sight. He could only see some ups and downs in the distance around him. The uncertain black waves moved slowly in the distance.
Alan closed his eyes in frustration, and his heart kept sinking. Is he just trapped here? Let the sense of despair that continues to flow out despite his efforts to ignore it to control him, and his own vitality little by little?
More than a long time later, Allen opened his eyes suddenly. He heard the heavy, scattered footsteps and the sound of metal armor rubbing between actions. He got up from the ground and watched vigilantly. Direction.
The sound became louder and louder, and some non-humans appeared in Allen's vision through the gray fog. The most conspicuous of these non-humans are the four knights in the middle, or it is more appropriate to call them death knights. They look like a rotting corpse. Their face is a black skeleton wrapped in rotten skin. Shining with two red lights. Some skeletons and zombies stiffly followed behind them, and a dementor in a black cloak floated beside them.
Upon seeing this, Allen only hoped that the black substance could not only imprison himself, but also protect himself from being harmed by these creatures that were almost like zombies. But unfortunately, these undead who are non-living creatures are completely unaffected by the black matter, and they just walked in directly.
Allen couldn't help but backed up a few steps. He was not completely affected by this world. He kept thinking in his heart what kind of spell he should use in the event of a conflict. The earth was entrenched in his heart.
"Witch, I'm here to collect debts from you!" The death knight with incomplete golden hair exposed under a carved Viking half-faced helmet with chain armor and a Viking braid on his beard went straight to Ai Lun approached. His voice was cold and empty, like an echo from a deep valley. As he approached, you can see that although the center of his forehead is severely mutilated, from the rotten flesh and flesh, you can see that the facial features in front of him are quite handsome. He holds a huge buckler in his left hand and holds in his right hand. A Viking battle axe with a large lower hook, the chain mail robe and the incomplete animal skin waistcoat rustled as it walked.
"My lord allows us to collect debts from you. You must die today." The undead who was at least a circle smaller beside the Viking undead, dressed in an English ornamental burqa and dressed as an 11th-century Muggle knight, also raised his hand. Knight's sword. There is an arrow in the center of one of his eyes, only the tail feathers are exposed, and the gaze looking at Allen in the other is quite shocking-the red in his eyes is obviously better than the other dead because of anger. some.
The other two knights wearing costumes of the same period as them all wear nose helmets. One of them has an extraordinarily strong body and drew the knight’s sword one step forward: "Although I actually received your favor--this It’s not a private grudge~EbookFREE.me~ but you will die today.
In the end, the smaller knight just said:
A believer of a false god, you and I didn’t know each other before.
Then he raised his short hands. spear.
Alan, who was on alert, couldn’t understand,
What debts are you asking me? What debts did you owe when you first went to this place? And these undead didn’t know that they had been dead for hundreds of years. The accents are obviously from different countries...and believers of false gods?" There is no time to think carefully, and even some aggrieved Allen had to attack first, and before they attacked, he released a blazing flame without a rod.
However, the opponent rushed directly to Allen without even stopping. Allen pressed his lips tightly, but the spell he can cast without a wand is basically ineffective on the opponent, even if it is in accordance with common sense. The flames we are more afraid of can only make these enemies stagger a few steps at most, and can't even stop the opponent from moving forward.
The Viking warrior didn't give Alan time to think, and slashed towards his left neck with an axe. Reluctantly leaned over, Allen dodged and then rolled on the spot, panting and avoiding the opponent's pursuit, but the skeletons, zombies, and dementors formed a closed circle, surrounding him, and they pointed towards Ai little by little. Len approached, and Allen had nowhere to escape.
The death knight dressed as an English knight also rushed over. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed Alan fiercely. Alan wanted to avoid him, but he was physically and mentally exhausted by the big man with a Viking helmet. Stayed behind. Alan's head was not able to escape the opponent's attack, but the expected pain did not strike. The blue light film on his body shielded him, and the opponent continued to stabbing without giving up, but it could not hurt Alan in the slightest.