"The difference between a battle of wits and a battle of wits … In addition to your ability to fool people, and the fact that a god actually favors a mortal so much, it's already worth a try. It won't take me too much effort …" Death said calmly. This time, he truly focused his gaze on Allen's face. "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind …"
Death Helbo dragged out his voice and sighed Ravenclaw's famous saying. Then, he seemed to have lost his patience for conversation. He turned his face away and waved his hand impatiently.
The sound of raging waves crashing against the shore rang out.
The Black Tide in the distance was surging over. The wandering Soul Catchers in the sky had also found their target and swarmed over with their rotten hands.
This caused the originally gloomy sky to darken even more, adding a gloomy and oppressive feeling to it.
These things started to approach Allen and the floating ship above his head again. They did not immediately launch an attack, but slowed down their speed.
In the midst of creaking sounds, the raging black tide suddenly split apart. The skeletons creaked into the nearest team, and the Yin Corpses with pale faces squeezed in crookedly. Some of the skeletons with broken arms and legs were not as nimble. Instead, they were squeezed to the ground and trampled to pieces.
After a series of disgusting and dizzying squirms, these undead creatures finally converged into seven long rivers. At the front of each river were some eye-catching undead creatures, led by the most powerful undead creature.
Allen turned half a circle and looked over. At a glance, he realized that the leaders of these Death Gods were some old acquaintances.
The four Death Knights he met behind the curtains of the Ministry of Magic's arched door each led a team. They looked obviously different from before. The originally tattered armor and helmets were all replaced with new ones. They were full of danger, and Allen could only recognize them through their faces when they opened their helmets.
The round shield in the hands of the golden-haired, bearded Viking King Harald had disappeared without a trace. It looked as though it had been newly forged. The axe hanging from his waist also carried a rotten aura. It was clearly a magical weapon.
Beside the Viking undead, King Harold of England was at least one size smaller. One of his eyes was still pierced by the arrow shot by Allen using the Vassilvati Spell. Only the tail feathers of the arrow could be seen swaying slightly outside. His ancient English decorative robe and chainmail had all been replaced with fine products.
On the other hand, William, who was wearing a helmet protecting his nose, and another undead knight who didn't interact with Allen, were each riding a skeleton horse. Together with the cloak that seemed to be made of dementors, they looked very evil. The knight's longsword that was glowing red at their waists clashed against the armor on their bodies.
"The powerful master is omnipotent and has granted us eternal life. This Harris who doesn't know what's good for him actually dared to reject the master's suggestion. This time, the Lord Voldemort and I will get rid of you for the master! We'll make you, this lowly fellow, pay the price! "A hoarse, ear-piercing, and baby-like falsetto voice was so agitated that it was a little tight.
Ellen knew it was the wife of the undead couple, Bellatrix and Rodolphus, who had just come to his attention, shouting again - her face was more ferocious than ever. At this moment, she was raising her hands to grab Allen. Her fingers that had turned into long metal claws were very eye-catching.
The couple's skin was like a drowned corpse. It was so gray that it was pale blue. Their eyes were glowing red. When they spoke, the sharp fangs in their mouths revealed their identity as vampires.
However, the sudden interruption of his underling caused Death God Helbo to close his lips tightly. The wrinkles on his forehead piled up, making him appear even more stern and cold.
"I'm sorry, master! I haven't taught her the rules! " A snake-like voice sounded. This body immediately bowed and apologized to Death God Helbo. Then, it stood up and scolded in a terrifying manner, "Silence! Bella, I'll deal with you later! Since when is it your turn to speak in front of the master! "
The vampire witch also realized the mistakes brought by her previous habits. She didn't dare to refute and just stood there trembling.
Allen stroked his chin and glanced at the humanoid figure standing in the middle. It was as thin as a mummy, with only a layer of skin hanging on its withered body. It wore a luxurious looking magic robe made up of seven dark green colors. Its skin and flesh festered, revealing most of its skeleton. A fake eye that looked like broken glass stuck in its eye socket stared at him in horror. The other dark red pupil shone with an evil light in its empty eye socket. It had a thin nose that wasn't very obvious on its face, making it look as if it didn't have a nose. Its rotten fake hand was clenched into a fist like a mummy.
"Oh? Helbo, I thought it was a little Lich that you raised. I didn't expect you to recruit these loafers into your team. They're dragging down your style for nothing … "Allen seemed to treat these Undead as lowly creatures like the Death God. He didn't have the intention to talk to them directly. Instead, he started to tease the Death God.
"At the very least, his hatred for you can be used on those people outside, right?" Helbo replied casually. Then, he looked at Lord Voldemort. "I think you'll make good use of this opportunity, right?"
"Praise the almighty and powerful Lord! I'll definitely cherish it! " Lord Voldemort was like his Death Eaters in the past who only dared to speak after getting his permission. Because he no longer had a mouth, his teeth were embedded with all kinds of soul gemstones. Vaguely, one could see that there were some imprisoned souls that were helplessly trying to escape from these gemstones. "Harris, you're too rude and arrogant! You didn't expect that your despicable scheme would allow me to luckily meet my Master and obtain eternal life. "
"Harris, you've finally allowed me to meet you again. I'll take my revenge." Harold, the Death Knight who still had an arrow in his eye, roared in a muffled voice. This made William, the Death Knight who was riding on his horse, seem to be a little embarrassed as the flames in his eyes weakened a little.
Allen still didn't care about these things. He stood up fearlessly and asked Helbo, "So, you want me to play with them first?"
"I won't be so disrespectful to you … Mr. Harris …" Helbo, the Death God who was holding a crutch with both hands, shook his head slowly. He tilted his head and ordered the four Death Knights, "Bring these newcomers together and go to the outer circle of the Great Wall. I allow you to attack these foolish mortals as you wish and let them feel the shadow of death … Those Dementors can be sent to harass the floating city, but the few of you should stay away. I don't think I have the time to resurrect you in a short period of time …"
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