"The false god has stolen the power of our Lord to protect him!" The English Death Knight tore open Allen's clothes, and his single red eye fell on the necklace of the Three Sacred Instruments of Death around Allen's neck.
The Death Knight chanted a spell of the dead and reached out to grab the shoulder of a skeleton follower behind him. Like a broken sculpture, the follower automatically turned into dust – except for the arm that was caught. The English Death Knight let go of his palm, and the other arm automatically floated in the air.
As he chanted the spell, the followers turned into dust one by one. After seven arms appeared in the air, the English Death Knight pointed at Allen with his hand. The remaining arms of the skeletons and zombies flew toward Allen and grabbed his hands and feet. Two of them pressed down on his waist, and the last one directly grabbed the top of Allen's head and pulled it up. After these arms were fixed, Allen also floated in the air.
The English Death Knight raised the long sword in his hand. The blade was wider than a palm and was half the height of a person. The color of the sword and the weight ball was as dark as the blade, but the blade flashed with red light from time to time. The other three Death Knights seemed to have received an order. They strode to the back of the English Death Knight and stood upright.
The English Death Knight handed the sword to a zombie beside him, and then reached out with his right hand to his raised left hand. With a creak, he broke off the middle finger of his left hand, which had long decayed. The Death Knight wearing a Viking helmet did not hesitate to break off the middle finger of his right hand, and the remaining two Death Knights did the same, pulling off their index fingers.
They held up the light fingers with both hands, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world. With a pious look on their faces, they looked in the direction of the floating souls and murmured prayers. As their whispers and prayers were too obscure, Allen, who was caught in the air by the arms, could not hear their words clearly. But as they prayed, the power overflowing from the strengthened fingers did not feel evil to Allen. It just made him feel calm, as if they were guiding the dead to sleep.
After praying, they turned the decayed fingers in their hands into fleshless gray finger bones. The knights held these finger bones high above their heads.
The English Death Knight took the lead to approach Allen, who was trying to break free from the shackles. Allen's nose could smell the pungent smell of rotting flesh as the Death Knight approached. "For my Lord." The cold voice was emotionless, but people could feel the solemnity and solemnity in it. He held his finger bones and stabbed them hard into Allen's chin. Accompanied by the sound of Allen's breathing, the Death Knight seemed to have used all his strength to stab the finger bones into the left side of Allen's chin. After avoiding Allen's jaw, the Death Knight finally pierced through Allen's cheek, making him look like he had grown a fang. Blood flowed out from the wound.
The English Death Knight took two steps back, seemingly admiring his masterpiece and observing the effect. He stepped forward again and punched Allen in the face. Allen, whose head was caught in the air by the arms, could not dodge and could only take the punch. He closed his eyes, but he could only feel the cold fingers of the Death Knight touching his cheek, but he did not feel any pain.
"For my Lord." As the solemn and short syllables fell, the tall Death Knight wearing a Viking helmet pushed the finger bones he had just broken forward toward Allen's chin. With a "poof", it stabbed into Allen's trembling and distorted cheek, adding another fang to Allen. Allen's blood splashed on the black ground and instantly turned dark red. Finally, it turned gray and blended into one with the world. The blue veins on his forehead bulged. Because of the injury on his mouth, he did not dare to yell loudly and affect the wound. In the end, he could only suppress the short sounds of "ha, ha" from his mouth to try to relieve the pain.
The huge fist arrived in the blink of an eye and smashed into Allen's face with a whistling wind. Allen felt a slight pain on his face, as if he had been gently patted on the cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breathing quicken, he knew clearly in his heart that the Death Knight had hit his face to test whether the protective effect of his necklace had been weakened. And now, it seemed that their means had indeed worked. The anger caused by his inability to resist gnawed at Allen's arrogant soul. He even began to feel a trace of fear. There were still two finger bones, which meant that he would have to experience this unprecedented pain twice more.
Sure enough, the taller of the two Death Knights holding the finger bones piously chanted "For my Lord". After that, he once again stabbed the finger bones into Allen's cheek and threw a punch. Bruises appeared on Allen's face, and because of the nature of this world, the bruises quickly swelled up and showed a dull gray color.
Allen half-opened his eyes weakly. Unable to resist, he tried his best to think of a way to turn this unfavorable situation around. He kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that bound him, but it was to no avail. After fighting and resisting before and after entering the veil, and the pain caused by the finger bones, Allen's consciousness began to fade. Now, the only thing that kept him from fainting was his own unwillingness to live.
The fourth Death Knight's cold voice rang. "The last one should be able to suppress the protection of my Lord's amulet for this false god believer … For my Lord …"
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness drowned Allen. The veins on his face throbbed because of the intense pain. "One more punch." The Death Knight's attack was faster than Allen had expected, and the damage was also beyond Allen's imagination. The Death Knight quickly punched his left and right cheeks twice, and he almost heard the sound of bones cracking on both cheeks almost simultaneously.
For a moment, because the left and right cheekbones were cracked and swollen, and because of the bruises caused by the Death Knight's amulet, these parts of his face looked as ugly as warts. Under the influence of this world, a hopeless thought flashed across Allen's mind. But compared to the external damage, the unbearable pain was the culprit that caused Allen to have such thoughts. "Maybe this is good. At least I don't have to have those finger bones on my face anymore."
"His physique is really good. Without the protection, my punch is enough to break the skull of an ordinary person, but he only has a fracture. I want to use his skull as a bowl." The Death Knight's praise made Allen's heart turn cold. For a moment, the faces of his relatives in Family Harris, Luna, Penello, and Hermione appeared in his mind. He did not expect that the trip to the Ministry of Magic would end like this.
The four Death Knights raised their weapons, and the threat of death shrouded Allen. He was not afraid of pain, but when his life came to an end unexpectedly and in such a way, no matter how much doubt, unwillingness, or longing he had, he did not have time to think about it.
。 The Peak.
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