After much persuasion, the centaurs and werewolves gave up on the plan they got from Umrich and retreated. The dignitaries who came to see Allen off immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to earn reputation in front of the whole world. Besides, they did not have to go into the underworld, so there was no danger to their lives. It was a good opportunity to show their country's demeanor.
"Our country will continue to send Aura, and our strike force will also participate in the battle." Russia's Senator Bokov took the lead and said in a gruff voice, "In addition, we will send seven more floating ships to help the various countries transport supplies to the Great Wall."
"France will also continue to send more wizards and supplies." Madame Maxim looked at Bokov in surprise and said, "Although we don't have a lot of armed forces, I think the members of the Ministry of Magic will be able to help with the logistics."
Seeing this, the other countries did not want to be left behind and responded to express their support. They were not willing to let go of this opportunity to earn reputation. Besides, this in itself could be considered as helping to save the world.
"I think all the living beings in the world will remember our efforts …" Owen had a gratified look on his face. When he saw the look his son was giving him, he added, "Thank you for your concern and support. I think it's time for my son to make the final preparations before departure."
The surrounding officials of various countries came to their senses and spontaneously bowed to Allen, the savior of the world, and then stepped aside.
Then, Allen waved his staff, and a large group of undead creatures suddenly appeared in front of the sail battleship class floating ship parked at the dock closest to the temple. Most of them were Death Knights, and some were even riding skeletal pegasi with horse armor.
Unlike the refined products made by Allen's Viking Berserkers, these warriors seemed to have uneven strength. Some still had decayed flesh, and some were not much different from skeletons with broken armor. However, they all retained the abilities they had when they were alive, and their two shining orange hollow eyes were equally chilling. Although Berserkers like Lynch could enter the underworld, they would only end up as cannon fodder in the face of the endless undead creatures in the underworld. Moreover, this was a battle against a true god. So, Allen left them on the floating city as guards for their loved ones.
These Death Knights quickly took up the pilot's seat, consciously acting as sailors and crew members as they tidied the sails. Although most of them did not have such experience, the countless undead creatures summoned by Allen treated them as small captains and obeyed their orders. Some of the undead workers on the floating city were also attracted by the Death Knights' innate ability, so everything went smoothly.
The eerie white skeletons creaked as they walked, lining up neatly on the deck. Hordes of Yin corpses stared blankly with their sunken, blind eyes as they followed behind the skeletons. Countless dense black dementors swirled in the air above the sail battleship, countless rotting hands waving randomly in the air.
Seeing this scene, the ordinary wizards below the commercial square who had come to watch the ceremony felt a chill run down their spines. Even the Hogwarts residents who were used to seeing so many undead creatures suddenly appeared.
This made them feel conflicted and conflicted.
On one hand, His Majesty Allen Harris could control so many undead creatures to accompany him to battle in the Underworld, which made the wizards more confident that he would eventually win.
On the other hand, watching the undead creatures tidying the sails, controlling the rudder, and preparing to go to the Underworld with great fanfare was completely different from what they had imagined His Majesty Harris would bravely and tragically enter the Underworld alone. This situation looked as if they were the villains who were supposed to fight against the Grim Reaper — especially after the appearance of the Soul Dementors had sucked away their hope.
The scene in front of them and their rationality told them that this should be considered as a boost of confidence, but because of the Soul Dementors, they could not help but feel conflicted.
Seeing Allen's strength, the ministers from the various magic countries in the world couldn't help but think of the time when they saw Allen's strength. They had seen Harris summon an army of undead creatures and demons in the International Wizard Duel Competition in Greece. These undead creatures were obedient, fearless, and had no sense of pain. They were good helpers in marching and fighting.
Now, being arranged to watch at such a close distance and smelling the decaying and lifeless smell, they felt even more terrified. When the Magic Empire attacked Germany and Bulgaria, the speed of invasion and occupation was very fast. Now, it seemed that Allen Harris alone could form an army and conquer a city by himself …
Many people had now personally experienced Harris's strength and had a deeper understanding of him. For the time being, they were not in the mood to talk with each other. Many people also restrained their thoughts of taking advantage of the situation. At the very least, they had to wait for the outcome of the matter before making a decision.
Now that the undead creatures were in control of the ship, Allen's family and friends were reluctant and worried. They stepped forward and surrounded him, ready to say goodbye to him for the last time.
Morgan-le-feil held Allen's hand reluctantly, tears streaming down her face. She was so worried and reluctant that she could not say a word. She wanted Allen not to go down and fight the Grim Reaper. After all, hiding on the floating city and under the protection of Ravenclaw, they would not be in danger. However, her idea did not receive much support.
Feeling his mother's reluctance and sadness, Allen hugged Morgan-le-Feil and gave her a deep hug. Morgan-le-Feil raised her hand and touched her son's face. She looked at her son's face with tears in her eyes.
Allen was a little helpless that he was treated like a child in public. "Mom, don't be like this. It's not like I'm not coming back …"
"Allen, you have to come back as soon as possible. Otherwise, how long will I have to take care of Wednesday and Thursday?" Daisy was holding her brother and Luna's child in her arms. Although she was complaining, she could not hold back her tears.
The two little ones did not know that their father, who was not the closest to them, was about to face this situation. They reached out their little hands to wipe away the tears on the face of their aunt who had been taking care of them.
Allen gently broke free from Morgan-le-Feil's embrace and walked up to her with a smile. "You have to take care of them until the end. Helena is scared by mom's worry and doesn't want me to go down. She's starting to get angry with me and Luna. I can only rely on you. Besides, I don't think any of you really trust Luna and I to take care of the children."
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