"The false god steals the power of my Lord and protects him!" The English Death Knight pulled Alan's clothes away, and his single-eyed eyes shining red, fell on the necklace of the Death Three Holy Spirits wearing around Alan's neck.

He murmured the spell of the dead, and reached out to put his hand on the shoulder of a skeleton minion behind him. The minion was like a broken sculpture, automatically turned into dust. Except for the arm that was caught as intact, the English Death Knight let go of his palm, and the participating arm automatically floated in the air.

With the sound of his cold spell, the minions turned into dust. When seven arms appeared in the air, the English Death Knight pointed at Allen with his hand. The arms left by the skeletons and zombie minions flew towards Allen, and grabbed his hands and feet. Two of them pressed on his waist, and the last one grabbed Ellen directly and pulled his head up. After these arms were fixed, Allen also floated in the air.

The English Death Knight raised the long sword in his hand. The sword body was wider than his palm, and it stood half a person high. The color of the sword grid and the counterweight ball was as dark as the blade, but the blade flashed from time to time. The other three Death Knights seemed to have received instructions and stepped behind him, standing straight.

The English Knight handed the sword to a zombie beside him, then reached out with his right hand to his left hand, which had raised his left hand, and a creaking sound, he broke off his middle finger, which had already rotten on his left hand. The Death Knight with a Viking helmet also broke off his right middle finger without hesitation, and the remaining two Death Knights were the same, pulling off his index finger.

They held up their light fingers with their hands, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world, with a look of piety on their faces, and muttering prayers in the direction where the souls floated. Because their low murmurs were too low and the prayers were too obscure, Alan, who was caught in the air by those arms, could not hear their words clearly, but with their prayers, the power overflowing by the ever-increasing fingers gave Alan the feeling that it was not evil, but just made people feel calm, as if guiding the dead to sleep forever.

When the prayer ended, they turned the decaying fingers in their hands into fleshless gray finger bones with their rituals, and the knights raised them above their heads.

The English Death Knight was the first to approach Alan who was trying to break free from the bondage. Alan's nose smelled the pungent smell of flesh because of the Death Knight's approach. "For my Lord." The cold voice was emotional but it made people feel the solemnity and solemnity. He held his finger bones and thrust hard towards Alan's chin. With Alan's forbearing breathing, he seemed to have tried his best to pierce his finger bones into Alan's left chin bit by bit. After avoiding Alan's jaw bones, he finally thrust out of Alan's cheeks, making him feel like a fang grew, and blood flowed out of the wound.

The English Death Knight took two steps back, as if he was appreciating his masterpiece, and as if he was observing the effect, he stepped forward again and punched Allen in the face with a slam. Allen, who was grabbed by his head with an air arm, could not avoid it, and could only take this punch. He closed his eyes, but only felt the other party's cold fingers touching his cheek, but did not feel any pain.

"For my Lord." As the solemn and short syllables fell, the big Death Knight wearing a Viking helmet sent his finger bones forward that he had just broken down toward Allen's chin, "pop" inserted into Allen's trembling and twisted cheeks, adding another fang to Allen. Allen's blood splashed on the black land and instantly turned dark red and finally turned into gray that blended with this world. The blue veins on his forehead were raised, and because the wound on his mouth made him dare not shout loudly and touch the wound. In the end, he could only use a suppressed short sound of "hehe, hehe" from his mouth to try to relieve the pain.

The huge fist came in an instant, and the whistling wind slammed on Allen's face. Alan felt a slight pain on his face, as if he was gently patted on his cheek. Although the severe pain made Allen's breathing become rapid, he knew clearly in his heart that the other party's hitting him was testing whether the protective effect of his necklace was weakened. Now it seems that their means have indeed worked. The anger caused by the powerless resistance gnawed on Allen's originally arrogant heart, and even began to develop a hint of fear - and two finger bones, which means that he would have to experience this unprecedented pain twice.

Sure enough, among the two remaining Death Knights holding the finger bones, the taller one devoutly said "For My Lord" and inserted the finger bones in his hand into Alan's cheek again, then punched him, and there was a bruise on Alan's face. Moreover, due to the essence of this world, the bruise quickly became swollen and appeared in a dark color.

Allen half-opened his eyes powerlessly. He could not resist and thought with all his might to reverse this unfavorable situation. He kept trying to cast spells on the floating arms that bound him, but it was useless. After entering the curtain and fighting and resistance and the pain caused by these finger bones, Allen's consciousness began to gradually blur. Now, what supported him not to faint was the only desire to survive because of his unwillingness.

The fourth death knight's cold voice rang: "The last one should suppress the protection brought by the amulet of my lord to this false god believer...for my lord..."

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness drowned Alan. The blue veins on his face were beating due to the severe pain, "There is another punch." The opponent's attack was faster than Allen expected, and the damage caused was beyond Allen's imagination - the opponent punched him twice quickly on his left and right cheeks, and he almost heard the sound of bones cracking from his left and right faces.

For a moment, the left and right zygomatic bones swelled, and the skin scars caused by the previous silent thing made these parts look as ugly as warts. Under the influence of this world, Alan passed a trace of hopeless thoughts in a trance, but compared to the damage to the appearance, the unbearable pain was the culprit that made Alan have this idea. "Maybe this is better, at least he doesn't have to be inserted into those finger bones on his face anymore."

"He has such a good physique. Without protection, my punch is enough to blow the head of an ordinary mortal, but he is just a bone-I want to use his skull as a bowl." The other party's praise made Alan's heart cold. For a moment, the figures of the relatives in the Harris family, Luna, Penelo, Hermione, and others appeared in his heart. Unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic and his ranks became a no-no.
Chapter completed!