Without receiving any new orders from their summoner, the emotionless undead sailors were still emotionless as they steadily steered the floating ship into the passage.
As the floating ship passed through, the undead would immediately fill up the gaps. These lifeless, non-living creatures that represented darkness were like black clouds, densely blocking the path ahead. Due to the distance, the Omniscient Eye, which had become thin due to the distance, could no longer do anything to the floating ship.
It was as if the only sound left between heaven and earth was the rustling of these undead creatures. This sound was ear-piercing and noisy, and this boring journey seemed to be endless.
After sailing for an unknown period of time, Allen's originally indifferent expression on the deck changed. He slightly lowered his chin, furrowed his brows, and tightened his grip on the staff in his hand. At the far end, between the gray sky and earth, a different scene finally appeared.
The darkness in the depths of the grayness in the distance was like a mass of amorphous black mist. It stretched and changed in all directions, as if it was an uncontrollable surging substance. It was like tentacles, clouds, and mist, drifting in the air. Some were deep, some were shallow, and some were dim.
This thing seemed to contain a great horror. Although it was amorphous from afar, it inexplicably made people feel that it was ferocious. A feeling of fear spontaneously rose in their hearts, as if everything involved would be swallowed up by it.
And as the floating ship gradually approached this thing, it could be seen more clearly. The floating ship felt as if it was caught in a monstrous wave, and it felt as if it was violently shaking.
This was a huge and boundless dark figure. The black mist extended as if there was no end to it. Facing Allen, he could clearly see that it had long limbs that resembled the skeleton of a snake monster. The limbs were twisted and extended, disappearing into the darkness with no end in sight. But what should have been a snake monster's skull could clearly be seen to be the skull of a huge deformed humanoid creature. The black mist was flickering in and out of the skull's mouth, eyes, and nostrils.
The terrifying black mist, which was curled up, stretched, and twisted uncontrollably trembled and expanded, producing ugly and deformed undead creatures, including upper and lower limbs without bodies, rolling heads, struggling skeletons, zombies, death knights, and other undead creatures.
The rotten corpses, the black skeletons covered in rotten skin, the zombies, and the Dementors in black cloaks tried to struggle out of the black mist. But except for a few lucky ones, most of them were pulled back into the mist before they could get out. They were swallowed by the mist, which was as agile as tentacles, before they could get out.
It was as if all life, all sound, and all movement would come to an end. The words "death", "destruction", and "disaster" were the first impressions of those who saw this thing.
Allen held on to the side of the ship and stared at the thing, wanting to see it clearly. A painful, itchy, and burning sensation made him close his eyes and squeeze hard. He could not help but reach out to rub it, and then shook his head to shake off the discomfort that affected both the body and the mind.
When he looked at it again, Alan, who was no longer bothered by it, estimated the intensity of the effect of looking directly at it. He judged that if it were a normal wizard, they would probably have to dig out their own eyes before they could wake up from their daze.
The deformed skeletal face abruptly grew on the body that stretched and twisted like a snake monster. As if it had noticed the floating ship, the hollow face stared at him with a hateful expression of suspicion and questioning. Its spirit was full of hatred for the outside world.
When this male wizard, who was regarded as the savior of the world, stared into those eyes that were, in fact, empty and dark but filled with cunning, fear flowed through every vein in his body. Even though he was technically no longer a mortal now, he was no longer a mortal.
Allen clenched the staff in his hand. He knew in his heart that the thing in front of him was the target of his trip. Unlike the previous incarnations, Helbo directly showed his true form this time.
The floating ship slowed down and hovered in front of the monster. The black fog trembled violently and swirled around the giant skull. The giant basilisk's body swayed in the black fog before it was completely surrounded by the black fog.
Allen did not let the undead army, who were only there to comfort the living, accompany him. Instead, he floated down from the floating ship and landed on the grey and uninteresting land. Only then did he feel that the giant in front of him was causing an even more violent earthquake on the ground.
Along with Allen's landing, it was as if a switch had been pressed. Like a cocoon being broken, the black fog gathered and collapsed from all directions. Finally, the old man turned back into his human form. His facial features resembled that of an aggressive ram as he walked out of it with his viper-shaped staff. The danger in his eyes had been restrained by him, revealing a kind of arrogance and etiquette in his eyes.
Allen keenly noticed that the old man's appearance was different from the first time they met. The old Greek-style clothes on his body were different. The black cloak on his body was particularly eye-catching.
"Mr. Allen Harris … Oh, I'm sorry, Your Majesty Harris … You've finally returned to my land as a guest …" As if something was stuck in his throat, Helbo's voice was hoarse, suppressed, and slow. It was as if he could intimidate all living things. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. "In fact, before you came in, I always thought that you would stay in your fief."
"It's shameful to escape, but if it works, I don't mind." Allen shrugged. "But now, it seems that you're not as' able to repent 'and loyal to your duty as you showed before … However, your accent has improved a lot."
"I've found a way to get a TV from your company and learned a lot of new things, whether it's the wizard's or the Muggle's … It's just that it's a little troublesome for me to maintain the signal myself … Speaking of your accusation … It's just like how Muggle's cancer is a terminal disease. Although radiotherapy and chemotherapy will kill those things that shouldn't die now, it can save the entire life …" Grim Reaper's hand with a wide silver ring on it leaned on the cobra-shaped walking stick. He seemed to be calm when he heard Allen's words. "But before we start, Your Majesty Harris, you invited me to eat brownie cake in Diagon Alley last time … Although it tasted good, I told you at that time that it was not as delicious as our country's nut biscuits … However, I remember that your expression didn't seem to agree with me, so when I went to the mortal world some time ago, I specially asked my avatar to make some personally … Can I let you try it first and listen to my suggestion?"
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