Vol 2 Chapter 580: Wart (modified, sincere thanks to the lord Lingling for being naughty)

"The false steals my lord's power to protect him!" The English death knight tore off Allen's clothes, and his reddish single-eyed gaze fell on the necklace of the Three Hallows of Death on Allen's neck.
He whispered the spell of the dead, and stretched out his hand to put his hand on the shoulder of a skeleton entourage behind him. The entourage was like a broken sculpture, which was automatically turned into dust-except for the arm that was grasped intact, the English Death Knight let go With the palm of his hand, the remaining arm automatically floats in the air.
With the sound of his cold spell, the followers turned into dust. When seven arms appeared in the air, the death knight of England pointed at Allen with his hand, and the skeletons and the arms left by the zombie followers flew towards him. I grabbed Alan, and grabbed his hands and feet, both of them pressed his waist, and the last one directly grabbed Alan’s head and pulled his head up—these arms were fixed. Later, let Allen also float in the air.
The death knight of England raised the long sword in his hand. The body of the sword was wider than the palm and stood half a person high. The color of the grid and the weight ball was as dark as black smoke as the blade, but the blade flickered from time to time. Silk red light. The other three death knights seemed to have been ordered, and strode behind him, standing straight.
The English knight handed the sword to a zombie next to him, and then stretched out his left hand with his right hand, which he had raised, and a creak sounded. He broke off his left hand which was already rotten. The death knight wearing the Viking helmet also pulled off his right without hesitation, and the remaining two death knights did the same, tearing off their index fingers.
They held up the fluttering fingers with both hands, as if holding the most treasured treasure in the world, with a pious look on their faces, looking at the direction where the souls were floating and muttering prayers. Because their groans were too low and the prayers were too obscure, Allen, who was caught by those arms in the air, could not hear them clearly, but as they prayed, the force overflowed by the increasing fingers gave Alan a feeling It's not evil, it just makes people feel calm, like guiding the dead to sleep.
At the end of their prayers, they turned the rotten fingers in their hands into grey finger bones without flesh and blood following their ritual. The knights raised these finger bones above their heads.
The death knight of England took the lead to approach Allen, who was trying to break free. The end of Allen's nose smelled the pungent smell of rotten flesh because of the death knight's approach. "For my lord." The cold voice has no emotion, but it makes people feel the solemnity and solemnity in it. He held his finger bones and pierced Alan’s chin forcefully. With Allen’s forbearing inhalation sound, he seemed to have tried his best to pierce the finger bones into Allen’s. The left chin, after avoiding Allen's jawbone, finally stuck out from Allen's cheek, making him grow a fang, and blood gurgled out of the wound.
The death knight in England took two steps back, seeming to admire his masterpiece, and he seemed to be observing the effect. He stepped forward again and slammed Allen’s face with a punch. Alan, whose head was grabbed by his dangling arm, could not To avoid, he could only endure this punch. He closed his eyes, but he only felt the other party's cold fingers touch his cheek, but he didn't feel any pain.
"For my lord." As the solemn and short syllables fell, the big death knight wearing a Viking helmet sent his finger bones that had just been broken off to Allen's chin, "poof". Inserted Allen's trembling and twisted cheeks, adding another fang to Allen. Allen’s blood spattered on the black ground instantly turned dark red and finally turned into a gray that blended with the world. The blue veins on his forehead were raised, because the injury on his mouth made him afraid to yell out. In the end, he could only use a short, depressed "he, he" sound from his own mouth to try to relieve the pain.
The huge fist came in an instant, and it hit Allen's face with the whistling wind, and Allen felt a slight pain on his face, as if he had been gently slapped on the cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breathing become hurried, he knew clearly in his heart that the other party hitting his face was testing whether the protective effect of his necklace was weakened. And now it seems that their methods have indeed worked. The anger caused by the inability to resist gnawed Alan's somewhat arrogant heart, and even began to have a trace of fear-and two finger bones, which meant that this unprecedented pain would have to be experienced twice.
Sure enough, of the remaining two death knights holding the finger bones, the taller one said "for my lord" religiously, then inserted the finger bones in his hand into Alan's cheek again, and then punched him over. A bruise appeared on Alan's face, and because of the nature of the world, the bruise quickly swelled up, showing a grayish color.
Alan's eyes half-opened weakly, unable to resist, he was fully thinking about ways to reverse this unfavorable situation for him. He kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that bound him, but it didn't work. The battle and resistance before and after entering the drapery and the pain caused by these finger bones have gradually blurred Allen's consciousness~EbookFREE.me~ Now that he did not faint, only his own survival caused by unwillingness want.
The cold voice of the fourth death knight rang: "In the end, this root should be able to suppress the protection that our lord amulet brings to this false believer...for our lord..."
An unprecedented feeling of helplessness overwhelmed Alan, the blue veins on his face throbbed with severe pain, "There is another punch." The other party's attack was faster than Allen expected, and the damage caused exceeded Alan's imagination. The other party quickly punched his left and right cheeks twice, 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 the cracks in the left and right cheekbones, and the skin scars caused by the silent thing made these parts as ugly as warts. Under the influence of this world, Allen passed through a trace of hopeless thoughts in a trance, but compared to the appearance of damage, the unbearable pain is the culprit that made Allen have such thoughts, "Maybe this is also good. , At least I don’t have to have those finger bones on my face anymore."
"His physique is really good, without protection, my fist is enough to blow an ordinary mortal's head, but he is only a bone fracture-I want to use his skull as a bowl." The other party's praise made Alan instead. His heart was cold, and for a while, the faces of those relatives in the Harris family, Luna, Penello, Hermione, and others appeared in his heart. Unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic and his party would become a farewell.
The four death knights raised the weapons in their hands, and the threat of death was engulfing 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 much doubt, no matter how unwilling , No amount of nostalgia at this moment is too late to understand.