Allen stood calmly at the side. He heard every word of the Grim Reaper's plan clearly. He knew that the Grim Reaper was deliberately speaking in front of him. The battle had already begun once again.
The Grim Reaper's plan was to make use of his advantage as the master of the underworld and the characteristics of the undead to create an endless army of undead. Although other than the high-level undead, ordinary wizards who had not graduated could easily deal with a large number of undead with blazing flames.
However, the number of undead in the world was not something that the wizards in the magic world could compare with.
It was inevitable that the Underworld City Wall would fall into a protracted battle. However, if the battle between Allen and the Grim Reaper dragged on for too long, the increasing casualties and the endless battle would cause the wizards outside to gradually lose confidence in victory. If they could not hold on and decided to give up on the United States in the end, these would be a blow to the faith of Ravenclaw. However, Allen and the others had already expected the Grim Reaper's actions, so he was not surprised.
The only problem now was that Allen's plan of using the Grim Reaper to lure him out of the underworld because of his greater power seemed to be more difficult to achieve. At least now, the Grim Reaper was still so clear-headed and even a little cowardly. His words revealed that he was not willing to take any risks, which made Allen feel that it was a little difficult to deal with him.
After the Grim Reaper finished instructing, he waved his hand and signaled for them to leave.
"Master, we have Lord Voldemort leading the team here. We will not let you down." Rudolphus shouted in a hoarse voice before the Grim Reaper, who was about to speak again.
"Master, I will let those stupid mortals feel the shadow of death and let those living creatures see death!"
The former Viking King Harald covered his head with a chainmail neck guard with a carved Viking helmet. Two red lights shone in his eye sockets as he glanced disdainfully at the Lord Voldemort.
After saying that, the Viking turned around and was ready to lead his men to attack. However, he was immediately stopped by the Undead Knights with short guns. William the Conqueror also opened his mouth and said in an unpleasant undead language, "War requires a plan. No wonder you lost to Harold! All of you, follow me and don't disturb Master and the others! "
The other three Death Knights were convinced by William. They obeyed and turned around. They ordered the undead creatures behind them to follow. There was another wave of Black Tide.
Bella's haggard and bony face showed her defiance, and she looked fervently at the Lord Voldemort beside her for his opinion. Lord Voldemort only bowed to the God of Death, Helbo. His terrifying red eyes glanced at Allen with resentment, then he silently turned around and followed the four Death Knights out.
The Black Tide formed by the undead began to recede like an ebbing tide. However, just like the battles between the living, the relationship between the undead was not that harmonious. The seven undead armies were clearly divided into two groups. One was the team of four undead knights who were once Muggle Kings, and the other was Voldemort and the other two who had just joined the Grim Reaper's camp.
Other than a few Dementors, Allen's own floating ship, and his undead creatures, there were no more undead creatures around. Allen felt that this desolate land seemed to have become more spacious and brighter.
"I've embarrassed myself in front of you. My world doesn't need them to learn how to get along with the living …" When the God of Death spoke, he was still frowning. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the performance of his men.
"If you're willing to teach them, there will be improvements." Allen seemed to be very serious as he said, "The biggest problem is their accent … At least one of your men is a Viking. My thirty-odd knights are all from Scandinavia …"
"Oh? That's an achievement worthy of praise … "The God of Death seemed to be deeply moved." So, shall we start now? Or shall we have some tea before we sit down? "
"Let's start. Otherwise, we'll delay for too long. Let me digest …" Allen waved his pale hand. He let go of the magic staff and let it float in front of him.
"Very well, but please wait a moment. Let me clean up …"
As he spoke, God of Death Helbo used the snake-shaped magic staff in his hand to tap the gray ground. Then, the tables and chairs beside him and Allen were sucked into the ground.
There were no obstacles between him and Allen. There was only this desolate land that was silent and desolate. There was not even a trace of wind.
"I do know some of the ancient duel etiquette in England … Mr. Harris …" A smile appeared on God of Death Helbo's bellicose face as he asked slowly, "However, I don't know about the current situation in modern times … However, since I'm dueling with you as a wizard, if it's convenient, let's do a full set so that I can review it?"
"My knowledge of magical history is not bad. In order to teach students how to fight, I've done some research … Come, to be able to duel with a famous Dark Wizard who invented soul tools and cultivated snake monsters, this is exactly what I've been dreaming of … At least, it's more exciting than those fellows in the duel tournament …" Allen's gaze fell on the ground between him and God of Death Helbo. "Generally speaking, we need to walk back to back for a few steps before bowing? The conservative atmosphere in England has actually caused the duel etiquette to remain unchanged for a long time … "
"Very good, then it seems that this duel will be perfect … In that case, we need to carve out this place first to have more atmosphere. Life needs a little ritualistic feeling …" God of Death nodded gratefully. Then, he waved his hand and let the Soul Catchers in the sky float down to the ground. They began to use their rotten hands to carve out the area of the duel arena on the ground.
Between Allen and God of Death Helbo, the Soul Catchers used their own bodies to carve out carvings. It was very clear on this desolate land.
"Just nice, I can drink a can … That thing just now was a little harsh. Do you want a can? Oh … That's a pity … "Allen quietly took out a can of cola from his waist bag and took a sip. This kind of lifeless drink that was unlike wine did not taste much worse. It made him sigh comfortably.
At this time, the Soul Catchers on the ground had already begun to carve crescent-shaped decorations, just like the carpet that Lockhart used when he founded the Duel Club. Although the area of this duel arena was much larger than the area where the students were taught.
In the middle of the arena, there were a total of 30 patterns that were evenly arranged in a straight line. The curved opening was facing the outside of the cuboid. The outermost moon was a new moon. Then, after a certain distance, there would be a crescent-shaped pattern that became fuller and fuller until the position in the middle was a full moon. Passing through these crescents was a vertical line that looked like a magic wand. At the end of the vertical line was a star. There were also some small granular decorative stars scattered around the carvings.
Allen watched the construction of the arena from the side. He was very clear about the cunning intentions of Helbo, who was nicknamed 'Despicable'. God of Death was using various methods to remind Allen that he was not even willing to leave the area of the duel arena that was being carved.
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