Chapter 1525： ?Escape though shameful

The undead sailors who are not emotional, still have no mood swings, and smoothly sail into this passage without receiving new orders from the summoner.

After the floating boat passes by, the gap will be immediately filled by rolling undead creatures. These inanimate creatures representing darkness are like black clouds, densely packed with a large area of ​​the future blocked, because the distance becomes silver light. The omniscient eye, which had become thinner, had no effect on the floater at all.

There seemed to be only the sound of these undead creatures moving between the heavens and the earth. This sound was harsh and noisy, and this boring advance seemed endless...

After not knowing how long he sailed, Alan’s original indifferent expression on the deck changed. He closed his jaw slightly, frowned and clenched the staff in his hand. At the far end, between the gray sky and the earth. , Finally a different scene appeared.

The darkness in the distance is like a cloud of amorphous black mist. It stretches and changes everywhere. It seems to be an unstoppable surging material, such as tentacles like clouds and mist, floating and drifting, with deep and shallow light and extinction. indefinite…

This thing seemed to contain a great horror, and it was indeterminate from a distance, but it made people feel its hideousness inexplicably, and the fear that spontaneously moved into the heart, as if everything involved in it would be swallowed by it.

And as the floating boat got deeper and closer to the mass, I saw it more clearly, and the floating boat seemed to be caught in a turbulent sea and felt a strong vibration.

This is a huge, boundless dark form, and the black mist stretches out as if there is no end in sight, facing Allen, it can be seen clearly that it has long limbs like a basilisk skeleton. The limbs are twisted and stretched, and the end is not visible in the dark...but it should be the part of the basilisk skull, but it can be clearly seen that it is a huge deformed humanoid skull, and the black mist is indefinitely on the skull. Shuttle through the holes in his mouth, eyes, and nose.

And the terrible black mist that curled up, stretched, twisted, and hovered could not contain the surging trembling and expansion, producing ugly and deformed undead creatures, including upper and lower limbs without bodies, rolling heads, and struggling skeletons. , Corpses, or death knights and other undead creatures.

Those rotting corpses, black skeletons wrapped in decayed skin, zombies, and dementors wearing black cloaks tried to escape from the black mist, but except for a few lucky ones, most of them leaned out. Not much is pulled back into it by the flexible mist like tentacles, and swallowed by its creator.

It's like all life, all sounds, and all actions will come to an end. The words "death", "destruction", and "disaster" are the first impressions of people who see this group of things.

Alan held on to the side of the ship and stared at the thing to see it clearly. A painful, itchy, burning sensation made him close his eyes and squeeze hard, and he couldn't help but reach out. After rubbing it, he shook his head to get rid of the discomfort that affects the body as well as the spirit.

When he looked at it again, Alan, who was not bothered by it, estimated the intensity of the direct viewing of it, and judged that if he changed to a normal mortal wizard, he would have to goug his eyes out before he woke up...

This deformed skull face grows abruptly on the stretched and twisted body like a basilisk, as if it has noticed the floating boat, the hollow face is staring at him with an abominable expression of doubt and questioning-its spirit is full of The hatred of the external world.

And when the wizard, who is regarded as the savior of the world, stares at this hollow darkness but full of cunning eyes, fear flows through every blood vessel of him—even if he is not considered a theoretical one now. Mortal.

Allen clenched the staff in his hand. He knew that this was the goal of his trip. Unlike his previous incarnation, Haierbo directly presented his own body this time.

The floating boat slowed down and hovered in front of this monster enough to be called a monster. The black fog trembling violently, spinning around the huge skull, the body of the huge basilisk swayed in the black fog, and finally Completely surrounded by black mist.

Allen did not let the undead army that was essentially just to comfort the living people to accompany him. Instead, he floated off the pontoon and landed on this gray and funless land, and then he felt the giant in front of him. It is causing a stronger earthquake on the ground.

And as Allen landed, it was as if a switch was pressed, like a cocoon being broken open, the black mist gathered and collapsed from all around, and finally turned back into a human form, the old man with facial features like a combative ram clinging to him The staff in the shape of a poisonous snake came out of it, and the danger in his eyes was confined by his eyes that now revealed a kind of arrogance and courtesy.

Allen keenly noticed that the other party's appearance was different during the first encounter. His other antiquated ancient Greek-style costumes were different, and the shimmering black cloak on his body was particularly dazzling.

"Mr. Alan Harris...Oh, UU reading , sorry, Your Majesty Harris.... You finally returned to my land to be a guest..." As if something was stuck in my throat, hoarse, depressed and slow. The voice that can shock the creatures who can't distinguish between men and women rang from Haierbo's mouth, "In fact, before you came in, I always thought you would stay in your fief."

"It's shameful to escape, but I don't mind it if it's useful." Alan spread his hands and shrugged. "But now it seems that you are not as'knowing your mistakes and correcting' and loyal to your duties as you did before...but your accent It's really improved a lot."

"I figured out a way to get a TV from your company and learned a lot of new things, whether it’s a wizard or a Muggle... It’s a bit of a hassle for me to make sure that the signal is maintained by me personally... Speaking of your accusations... like For Muggle tumors that are terminally ill, although radiotherapy and chemotherapy will kill those things that shouldn’t die now, they can save the entire life..." The **** of death wore a wide silver ring on a crutches shaped like a cobra. , Seemed to say calmly to Allen’s words, "But before starting business, Your Majesty Harris, you invited me to eat brownie cake in Diagon Alley last time... Although it tastes very good, I told you at the time. The baklava in our country is not delicious...but I remember your expression seems to be disapproving, so when I went to the mortal world some time ago, I specially asked the clone to make something by myself...you can try it first, by the way Do you listen to my proposal?"

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