"The mysterious man disgusts me. Not only did he kill so many innocent Muggle, he didn't even let the children go." Sirius's pale cheeks trembled with anger. A blue vein bulged on his forehead, and several veins on his face and temples twitched. His whole body was as stiff as a rock.
Sirius had personally experienced those dark years. He knew that the mysterious man and the Death Eaters killed the innocent, and even some of his cousins were involved in it. But the dense Muggle Corpse in front of him refreshed his original understanding. The number of Muggles surrounding them was simply uncountable. Originally, Sirius did not care too much about the safety of ordinary Muggle. When he saw reports of missing or killed people, he subconsciously thought that it was just some meaningless numbers. But now, seeing so many innocent Muggle die with his own eyes, it made his scalp tingle. The mysterious man was far more cruel, unscrupulous, and indiscriminate than he thought.
Hermione's entire body trembled, but it wasn't because of fear. Seeing such a large number of Muggle Yin Corpses, she couldn't help but purse her lips tightly together. Boundless sorrow spread from the bottom of her heart. Her fingers dug into her palms, leaving behind crescent shaped fingerprints.
These Muggle were so pitiful. Their lives were at the mercy of others. How sad their families would be if they could not find any trace of them. Behind every Muggle might be a broken family. Every Muggle might affect the nerves of their loved ones. How much sadness and despair would this bring to the world?
"In the eyes of the mysterious man, Muggle lives are so humble. He took away the fragile lives of innocent Muggles in a high-handed manner, and they had no room to resist." Lowering her head and wiping the corners of her eyes, Hermione brushed away the hair in front of her eyes. With a trembling voice, she silently mourned for these Muggle who could not be at peace even if they passed away.
Hearing the words of Hermione and Sirius, Klitscher's fleshy, pig-like nose raised. His eyebrows twitched, and his eyes rolled slightly. His face was full of contempt and disdain. What's the fuss about a wastrel and a Muggle? It's the honor of these lowly and dirty Muggles to serve the great wizards. But when he realized that his good master, Young Master Regulus, had also been dragged down by these lowly things and turned into a corpse, Klitscher's gaze wandered over the pale faces. The brave Young Master Regulus must be brought home.
Allen raised his chin. His expressionless face looked indifferent. He looked at the Muggle corpses without much emotion, as if he was completely unmoved. But under his robe, his hand gently stroked the wand. In fact, he had killed many more people in 1066 than the mysterious person in front of him. But at that time, the victims were all adult males and Warrior Invaders. During the process, he had turned his head away to deceive himself, but he did not look at how they died or how their souls were absorbed. Now that he saw so many innocent Muggle corpses at such a close distance, his heart was no longer calm. He felt ashamed. So he looked away again, just like a non-vegetarian senior animal protection enthusiast who was eating meat.
"They've surrounded us …" Sirius leaned against the stone basin. As an adult wizard and an elite of the Order of the Phoenix, he was the first to tighten his grip on the wand in his hand. But his palms were full of sweat. In his current state, not only was it difficult to deal with them, but the number of Muggle corpses was also far beyond his imagination. These ghostly things kept climbing onto the shore. How long would it take to subdue them? Most importantly, he still had to find the remains of his brother.
The impatient Sirius gritted his teeth and raised his wand to attack. But when he saw that Allen did not react, he finally calmed down. He growled at him, "No matter what you're going to do, you better hurry up."
As if they had heard a signal, the Death Knights brought by Allen moved before Allen could reply. Lynch strode forward, and all the Death Knights followed him and walked towards the Muggle corpses on their side. Their black metal armor rubbed against each other, and their uniform footsteps were full of oppression. The orderly footsteps suppressed the noise of the Muggle corpses.
The Death Knights wore metal Viking butterfly faceplates, and their mouths were exposed from the faceplates. They used their innate ability to attract low-level undead creatures as servants to make the Muggle corpses obedient again. But the Muggle corpses were like a tide, and there were too many of them. Some of the Muggle corpses were already close to them, and the Muggle corpses reached out their withered hands and tried to attack the living wizards.
The burly Death Knights began to be surrounded by a terrifying aura that symbolized death. They did not use the enchanted adamantine weapons they carried with them. Instead, they spread out their arms and used their huge palms to push the Muggle corpses away with brute force. But soon, the Muggle corpses that were pushed back were pushed back by a large wave of Muggle corpses, just like the tide on the beach. But as more and more Muggle corpses were controlled by the Death Knights, the controlled Muggle corpses turned around and pushed their companions back into the wave of Muggle corpses.
The controlled Muggle corpses protected the Death Knights in the middle layer by layer. At first, the Death Knights had to push the Muggle corpses by themselves, but later on, they did not need to do anything. They just needed to command the controlled Muggle corpses, so it became easier for them to control them. Under the repeated pushing and shoving, the Death Knights methodically controlled the rhythm and successfully stopped the Muggle corpses that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. The Muggle corpses put down their cold, fleshless arms, and looked at the Death Knights as if they were summoned. Their empty, misty eyes stared at the Death Knights.
Sirius knew that it was only a matter of time before the situation was completely under his control. Sirius retracted his wand and muttered, "Well, I have to say that sometimes Necromancy is quite useful... your subordinates are very useful."
"There is no distinction between good and bad magic. There is only good and bad magic." Hermione's view of magic had long been deeply influenced by Allen. "If you use black magic to do good things, you are still doing good things. But if you use the Guardian Spell to do bad things, you are still doing bad things. It will not change because of the nature of magic. Just pay attention to your own will and don't let it affect your brain."
"Lynch, well done …" Allen was satisfied that his subordinates did not disgrace him and made Sirius feel good about this kind of magic. He touched his smooth chin and said, "Let the extra Muggle corpses line up first. You can subdue the rest."
"I order you! Line up! "Lynch waved his huge fist and shouted at the Muggle corpses behind him who could no longer join the front line.
As soon as he said the word "I", his rustic Viking accent made his English sound like it had a strong dialect flavor, destroying the powerful momentum from before. But with Lynch's order, the Death Knights' cries changed and became more powerful and rhythmic.
The Yin Corpses that had been charging at the front and were now at the back walked stiffly towards the Adepts in the center of the platform like puppets that were being controlled. One by one, they approached from three different directions and gradually gathered together to form a neat formation.
However, Allen's words of praise were choked in his throat by his subordinates' accent. He coughed lightly and ordered directly, "You have to pay more attention to your oral practice when you go back …"
"Yes!" A Death Knight with a carefully woven beard on his chin responded loudly. Then, Lynch pushed the Muggle corpses away from the other side and ran over to him. His iron boots collided with the Death Knight's armor and made a muffled sound. The Death Knight staggered and almost fell.
"You coward! I told you not to talk! Let me say it!" Lynch, who had the strongest linguistic talent among the Death Knights and learned modern languages the fastest, knew that the accent of his companions was much more serious than his. He also knew that it would make his master unhappy, so he had told them not to talk. But he did not expect that this guy's brain was not very good because he had been hammered when he was alive. After he was born, he did not improve much and forgot his instructions.
The contrast caused by the strong image and voice, as well as the funny expression on Allen's face at this moment, made Hermione who had been suppressing her emotions burst out laughing. Although she felt that she should not laugh at other people's accents, she began to bite the tip of her tongue to try to hold it in. But as an ancient person, their accent sounded too rustic to the modern British.
"Master, I'll teach them!" Lynch knew that the accent of these Death Knights still retained the rustic style of the thousand-year-old era. Seeing Allen's half-smile, he quickly expressed his opinion.
"You guys continue … Sirius, Hermione, let's take a look at the locket first …" Allen's pale face was a little red. He brushed his hand over the stone basin and the remaining sporadic venom in the stone basin disappeared. He then picked up the golden locket in the stone basin.
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