Chapter 581： You do n’t understand anything, Alan Harris (modified)

Suddenly, the black material stretched into a huge circular shield and violently rolled and surged, and a piece of red light quickly fluttered on the shield, making a manic scream.

The movements of the four death knights couldn't help but stop, everyone—whether dead or alive—was attracted attention by this sudden change, a delicate blue shadow fluttered and stood in the shield suddenly Outside, the pale palm was attached to the shield. The layers of black material rolled in the direction of the shadow, accumulating and compressing in the palm of her hand, curling up into a black mist with red light. All the black matter was swept away, turned into this hazy mist, and then was drawn into a transparent bubble. The palm waved lightly, and the mist surrounded by bubbles floated in the air.

The white hand waved gently, and the fog disappeared as if it had entered a different dimension space, leaving Luna's beautiful but weird face exposed.

The surprised and inexplicable Alan half-opened his eyes helplessly, and saw the strange and familiar Luna in front of her, puzzled and anxious: "Luna? How can she enter the veil and find me? That blue light ... yes, The amulet that protected me was given to me by Luna ... The crown of Ravenclaw above her head? Have n’t I always been in the storage space of the system before ?! How did she get it? "

The four death knights made noises all over and made Allen refocus on the situation in front of her eyes. "Luna runs!" Allen wanted to remind Luna to keep her away from this dangerous place. However, His jaws and cheeks could not be opened at all due to the puncture of his phalanx, and he could only make a vague, short sound.

The four death knights and their entourage, that is, the entourage of skeletons, zombies, dementors, etc., were stunned by Luna ’s presence. The four death knights still maintained the kind of freshness they had just prepared to kill Allen. The action before the weapon is ready to attack-this reminds Allen of his aura that mimics the ability of the dementors. These undead creatures are locked in place by Luna.

Luna's appearance lit up the gray area, her bare feet stepped on the barren land that had nothing but black and gray dirt and gravel, but it was spotless.

"I'm here for Allen Harris." Luna's trance and ethereal voice sounded, her silver-gray eyes didn't appear a little protruding as usual when she was half open, and she walked slowly towards Allen, blue Her skirt flaunted behind her.

Luna threatened with an understatement: "Dare to stop me, it will be destroyed."

The death knight wearing a Viking helmet made a noise in his armor, and finally raised his arm stiffly-he was the first to break free of the immobilization of the undead, and raised his axe in the direction of Luna, roaring and rushing. In the past, Luna raised her very light eyebrows, and then the white arms in the blue pajamas waved freely-all four death knights split silently in an instant-each knight's armor, skin, flesh and blood He and the bones were completely lined up into four human-shaped objects that were completely free of scars and maintained their previous postures.

Sixteen humanoid objects of the four death knights kept standing for a few seconds, then slammed down on the ground and became some human garbage. The enemies of the death knights such as zombies and dementors shattered under the impact of this magic power, and turned into dust and smoke.

The arms bound to Allen turned to ashes in this magic, and Allen fell to the ground. Luna came to Alan quietly and crouched down.

Allen had many questions to ask Luna, his chest undulating violently, his expression anxious.

"I told you not to rely on the wand." Luna's cold finger touched Allen's lips and helped him to pluck his hair. She turned to her head and opened her convex eyes to Allen. That look was as serious as she was telling herself that there was evidence of the existence of the horned snoring beast, and the light blonde hair at the waist fell down on Allen's face.

Despite the severe pain that made Alan almost fainted, he confirmed that he was not mistaken. Although Luna had carefully avoided the wounds on her face and those finger bones, the silver gray eyes showed not Pity for his injury, but a kind of nostalgic memory, "You don't understand anything, Alan Harris."

Various doubts have entered his mind. In addition to the unprecedented injuries and pains, Alan has never been so helpless and powerless. These finger bones have the power of cursing, making his already tired body weaker. Incomparable-but these are not comparable to his worry about Luna's strange state.

Then, Luna let go of the left hand stroking Allen's hair and pinched the butter stopper necklace next to the Deathly Hallows necklace worn on her neck. Her pale, slender fingers twirled around the butter stopper. Tranced eyes finally settled on Allen for a moment, and her hand left the necklace again.

"Try it." She leaned over and held Allen in her arms in the form of a princess hug, and walked in the direction when she came.

The petite figure of Luna was held in her arms in this posture, which made Alan a little ashamed of her current situation. He moved his head a little uncomfortably and looked away.

At this point, his eyebrows frowned immediately. This was definitely not because of the pain, but because he finally understood the source of the sounds he heard before like the waves-those in the distance. A mass of black mist is not a wave at all, but an army of undead composed of groups of undead creatures and dementors.

Luna hugged Alan, the pace on her feet was very stable, as if she was not holding a boy taller than her own physique, but like a girl holding her beloved doll.

Ignoring the black pressing areas made up of monsters in the distance, Luna continued her footsteps unmoved.

The skeletons of the white skulls are crunching, and there are white skulls everywhere. Some skeletons are not even complete. Their arms and legs and other limbs may be damaged by the battle with other creatures in the long years. Too. Large corpses of corpses have hollow, unsightly eyes, and pale faces, and their empty, misty eyes make people stand upside down.

Countless spinning black dementors wafted in the middle of the sky, their faces were covered by hoods, their breaths squeaked, and countless rotten hands waved wildly in the air, they would The gloomy despair pervades this land.

These inanimate non-living things that represent darkness are like black clouds, densely packed.

They approached this side, and they had already stopped moving forward, as if they were frightened by Luna's arrival—although the undead could not actually feel the fear.

But the resentment of the living makes them follow it from far away without giving up.

After twelve or three steps, the waves composed of undead creatures and dementors in the distance were completely silent. These monsters seemed to be strangled in the throat by some invisible force, and there was no way to breathe-although they did not Need to breathe.

Alan, who was held by Luna, also began to find it very difficult to breathe, just like a fish jumping from the water to the shore, about to suffocate and die. His lungs suffocated like an explosion, his vision blurred, and even his heart rate dropped rapidly.

Then the air in the whole wilderness stagnate, and then seems to be completely exhausted, replaced by the darkness composed of death.

"Is this a physical death? Or is it just an illusion in his mind?" Allen didn't know. He saw the fire of souls in the eyes of the undead in the distance continually shining red light, in this gray world like hundreds of stars in the sky in the world-shining on the ground .

But even like this ~ www.novelhall.com ~ the scene he sees is actually still a dark color, like watching a wizard TV whose brightness is adjusted to the lowest.

Allen felt that the dizziness from his head was getting worse. He tried helplessly to take a deep breath to relieve it, and exhausted all his energy painfully before barely raising his head so that he could clearly see Lu holding him. Na.

Feeling holding her, Luna stopped and she took a deep breath. She sighed silently.

Then the darkness of death was expelled, full of gray and decay, but the air that made Allen feel extra sweet at this time rushed back into his lungs, and his heart, which had almost stopped beating, recovered his heart rate again-this also Let the blood return to flow, but at the beginning, they rushed through the blood vessel to his brain, almost making Allen faint.

For a dozen seconds or so, Allen found that he couldn't move at all, and could do nothing, just let Luna hug her arms like a stiff puppet, and the turbulent Venus in front of him made him even more confused.

Later, his vision began to recover, and he turned to see that the undead in the distance were not affected by this, and each undead was kneeling in one direction-the dementors also bowed in the same direction.

Allen looked in their sights-looking directly at that alone was because the act of looking directly at him made his blood freeze in the blood vessels and made his breath almost stop.

A black cloak covered the tall skeleton skeleton in a huge black robe, holding a large scythe wrapped in a shroud in both hands. The head of the scythe is a completely non-existent space, and the blade-shaped cavity drags around it bright.

The legendary death of the three brothers in the story of Shi Weng Bi Dou appeared in this wilderness.