Chapter 580： Warts (modified, sincerely thank the leader Ling Ling for being naughty)

"The false **** steals my Lord's power to protect him!" The English death knight ripped off Allen's clothes, his red glowing monocular eyes fell on the three holy death necklaces worn on Allen's neck.

He whispered the spell of the deceased in his mouth, reaching for the shoulder of a skeleton follower behind him, and the follower was like a broken sculpture, automatically made into dust-except the arm that was caught was intact, the English death knight let go With his palm, the remaining arm floats in the air automatically.

With the sound of his cold spells, the entourage turned into dust. When seven arms appeared in the air, the English death knight pointed his hand to Allen, and the arms left by the skeletons and zombie entourage flew together. He grabbed Allen and grabbed his hands and feet, both held his waist, and the last one grabbed Allen ’s head directly and pulled his head up—these arms were fixed Later, let Allen float in the air.

The death knight of England raised the long sword in his hand. The sword was wider than the palm and stood half a man tall. The color of the sword grid and the weight ball was as dark and black as the blade, but the blade flashed from time to time. Silk red light. The other three death knights seemed to have received orders, striding behind him, standing straight.

The Knight of England gave the sword to a zombie next to him, then stretched his right hand towards his already raised left hand, and with a squeak, he broke off the **** of his left hand that had already decayed. The death knight wearing the Viking helmet also broke his right **** without hesitation, as did the remaining two death knights, pulling off his index finger.

They held up the light fingers with their hands, as if holding the most treasured treasure in the world, with a pious look on their faces, murmured and prayed in the direction where the souls were gone. Because their whispers were too soft and the prayers were too obscure, Allen caught in the air by those arms could not hear their words, but with their prayers, the power of the overflowing fingers was giving Allen the feeling It's not evil, it just makes people feel calm, like it is guiding the dead to sleep.

At the end of the prayer, they transformed the rotten fingers in their hands into grey finger bones without flesh following their ritual, and the knights raised these finger bones above their heads.

The Death Knight of England first approached Alan, who was trying to break free. Allen's nose smelled the pungent smell of that rotten flesh as the Death Knight approached. "For my lord." The icy voice has no emotion but it makes people feel the solemnity and solemnity. He grabbed his finger bones and pressed hard to Allen's chin. With the inhalation of Allen's forbearance, he seemed to have tried his utmost to get his finger bones into Allen's little bit. The chin on the left, after avoiding Allen's jaw, finally sticked out of Allen's cheek, making him grow a fang, and blood flowed out of the wound.

The English death knight stepped back two steps, as if admiring his masterpiece, as if observing the effect. He stepped forward again and slammed into Allen ’s face. Allen could n’t catch his head with his dangling arm. To avoid it, he could only suffer this punch. He closed his eyes, but only felt the cold fingers of the other person touch his cheek, but did not feel any pain.

"For my Lord." As the solemn and short syllables fell, the big death knight wearing a Viking helmet slammed his newly broken finger bones forward toward Allen's chin, "poof" Alan's trembling and twisted cheeks were inserted, adding another fang to Alan. Allen ’s blood spattered on the black land and instantly turned dark red and finally turned into a gray that merged with this world. The green bars on his forehead were raised, because the injury to his mouth made him afraid to shout and call. In the end, the wound can only be used from the mouth to suppress the pain with the repressed short huh, huh.

A huge fist came in a flash, hitting Allen's face with a roaring wind, and Allen's face felt a slight pain, as if he was gently tapped on the cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breath rapid, he knew clearly that the other party hitting his face was trying to test whether the protective effect of his necklace was weakened. And now it seems that their methods do work. The anger caused by the inability to resist gnawed Alan's already arrogant heart, and even began to produce a trace of fear-there are two finger bones, which means that this unprecedented pain has to be experienced twice.

Sure enough, of the remaining two death knights holding the finger bones, the taller one said piously "for our Lord", and inserted the finger bones in his hands into Allen's cheeks again, and then punched him, A bruise appeared on Allen's face, and because of the nature of the world, the bruise quickly swelled up, showing a gray color.

Allen was half-open with his eyes weak, unable to resist. He was thinking about ways to reverse this unfavorable situation. He kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that bound him, but to no avail-after The battle and resistance before and after entering the veil and the pain caused by these finger bones have made Alan's consciousness gradually begin to blur ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Now it is only his own survival due to unwillingness that supports him without fainting. want.

The cold voice of the fourth death knight sounded: "Finally, this root should be able to suppress the protection that my amulet brings to this false **** believer ... for my lord ..."

The unprecedented sense of powerlessness overwhelmed Allen. The green muscle on his face was beating with severe pain. "There is a punch." The other party's attack was faster than Allen expected, and the damage caused was beyond Allen's imagination. ——The other party quickly punched two punches at his left and right cheeks. He almost heard the sound of bones cracking from his left and right faces in no particular order.

For a while, the left and right cheekbones were swollen and cracked, and the skin scars caused by the similar silent things before made these parts as unsightly as warts. Under the influence of this world, Allen passed a trace of hopeless thoughts in a trance, but compared to the damage of his appearance, it was unbearable that the severe pain was the culprit that caused Allen to produce such thoughts. , At least you do n’t have to put those finger bones on your face anymore. "

"His physique is really good, without protection, my punch is enough to blow the head of ordinary mortals, but he is just a bone fracture-I want to use his skull as a bowl." The other party's praise praised Allen instead. There was a cold in my heart. For a time, the faces of the relatives of the Harris family, Luna, Penello, Hermione and their figures appeared in his heart. I did not expect that the Ministry of Magic and his party had become a farewell.

The four death knights raised their weapons in their hands. The threat of death was covering Allen. He was not afraid of pain, but when life was so unpredictable and came to an end in this form, there was no doubt, no amount of unwillingness. , No matter how much nostalgia is at this moment, it is too late to realize it carefully.