All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen's appearance at this time seemed to illustrate his state.

The white hair that was originally combed back meticulously was already messy. There was even a patch of electricity on the back of the left forehead, and the surrounding hair stood upside down due to static electricity.

The feathers on the originally layered raven feather cloak had fallen off a lot. The scattered feathers looked like they had been ravaged. The black robe surrounding his body had only a few tatters left. The rotten cloth, the black silk robe decorated with elegant waterfall-shaped dark steel threads, and the pattern composed of ancient magic scripts carefully stitched with dark red mithril threads are no longer complete, and have lost the function of resisting attacks. …

Some of the magic gems that resembled dragon eyes were missing from his inner accessories, as well as one of his boots. Only a few were left, as if they were struggling to keep their eyes open and alert to the surroundings.

As for Allen himself, he was holding a staff at this time, and his pale face with the unique tree-like damage caused by the electric current seemed to be cast into a shadow. His originally clear eyes also looked hazy, and his whole body was numb and weak. He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Only the blue shield created directly from the power of Ravenclaw still protected him, protecting him from being harmed by a world that would be fatal to the living if they stepped into it.

At the beginning, he was still able to fight against the God of Death, Herbo, but after three days of repeated struggles, he has begun to give up counting how many times he has been killed and how many times he has been reborn and resurrected by his divine power.

What he can determine is that after being reshaped by death again and again, he knows that this behavior has begun to cause damage to his mental state.

Allen feels very hungry now, but this is not a kind of hunger that needs to be filled. He can use the obstruction of the clone to let himself eat during the battle. After being killed by Death in the battle and then resurrected by Luna, the state of his body He can return to his heyday, but this hunger is a hunger that wants to eat pudding, mutton soup, and taste human food. He does not feel thirsty, but he misses the rich and fragrant butter beer. , hot black tea or even the aroma of instant brewed coffee.

Because in the underworld, all the food he brings is stained with the color of death. Even the taste of lifeless Coke will no longer make people happy here, and the recovery of spirit and reason cannot be achieved by magic and divine power. Easily resolved, the pain caused by death will remain in his mind in the form of memory, a pain that is difficult to eliminate for a short period of time.

As for the issue of convenience, he has already put aside the false pretense issue. After trying to use the neutral position to solve the problem at the beginning and failing, he simply pulled it into his crotch, and then he used magic to clean it and now he has simply given up on it. .

"I don't know what happened to the heroes in those legendary stories about the so-called war for three days and three nights and seven days and seven nights..."

Allen's thoughts were a little scattered, and then when he woke up, he estimated that he should almost die once. This time it lasted a little too long, causing his physical strength to drain quickly, and he had to rely on sleep problems that could not be solved. This is a rough and mentally damaging way to deal with it.

As a god, or even an undead creature, to the God of Death, these troubles of the living are just small episodes in his ancient memory, and he no longer needs them at all.

So in terms of the battle process, from the very beginning, Allen could take the initiative to attack, and faced the Death God dueling as a wizard. Later, he could still fight back hard from time to time when defending, but now he is basically just passive defense. situation.

Heartbreaking and extremely sad screams resounded in this quiet area, the sound of small bubbles being sprayed out rhythmically, and a series of popping sounds like a series of popping balloons.

The bulging and faceless wizard's blood vessels exploded and turned into a red and bloody man. He fell to the ground in a very painful curled up posture. The tissues around the blood vessels on his body necrotic very quickly, and the skin immediately disappeared. Pieces of his face quickly fell off, revealing the fuzzy flesh and blood inside. The flesh and blood also fell off in pieces one after another, and piled up in a puddle on the ground. In the end, only broken bones were left. You can see where his chest might have been. It can be seen from the position that the internal organs have turned into a mud mixture.

At this time, Halbo, the god of death, did not look at the bloody man. His bony left hand held the cobra-shaped crutch and leaned on the ground, while his right hand grabbed the throat of a humanoid object and lifted him in the air. Except for his initial attempt to break away Death's hand, his arms fell limply to his sides after almost two or three seconds.

A burst of red light flashed, and the clone that looked the same as Allen lost its moisture in an instant. The skin that was originally pale but full of youthful vitality was visibly shriveled and cracked, like dry brown cracked land. The shriveled skin stuck to the skeleton, like a mummy that had been sealed for thousands of years.

Finally, the mummy's mouth opened wide, and in the two eye sockets, where the eye kernels were originally, became two shriveled things like raisins.

The God of Death let go of his hand, and the bloody man and mummy turned into some shadow energy and began to dissipate in place as if they had never appeared before. Allen, who was holding the staff, looked even more stooped. He even coughed and retched. He made a few noises, as if he wanted to spit out the fragments of internal organs that were not actually in his body.

Although the damage to the two clones destroyed by the Death God Haierbo would not be transmitted to his body, the shared feeling undoubtedly transmitted the pain intact. Passed over - this is why the God of Death tried his best to use painful spells to deal with the two false phantoms.

The corners of Death's robe, which were so black that they could absorb the surrounding light, and the pair of Greek-style sandals fell into the eyes of Allen, who was standing with his head hanging and leaning on his staff. He raised his head and found that compared with his own embarrassment, The appearance of the bone-white-skinned Death God Haierbo has not changed much, and even his hair is not scattered.

Allen found that he still couldn't detect this method of the other party, because the God of Death did not rely on movement or phantom transfer, but suddenly shortened the distance between himself and Allen's body - but this young man The arcanist relied on his knowledge to speculate that this was because this land belonged to the other party, and he also modified some rules so that he could take advantage of it.

But whether it was the God of Death deliberately playing tricks on him, or for some other reason, things always made some progress. In such a fierce battle, it was impossible that only Alan Harris, the savior, was damaged - because of this On Death God's body, although his robe and sandals were intact, the brand-new mirror cloak he originally wore inevitably looked old, dull, and bloody, and there were even scattered small and large pieces on the hem. Various holes.