Alan fell backwards and lay directly on the ground, staring at the gray sky above his head, breathing heavily, like a fish jumping out of the water to the shore, the helplessness and stress that almost suffocated him. He tilted his head to ease the unprecedented gloom as his gaze slammed into the grey wilderness through the shield of black mist.

In the gray wilderness stood gray figures, expressionless, unable to cry or laugh, unable to read any change in emotion on his face. The only thing that can be perceived, enveloping them, is despair, boundless despair, these dumb figures succumb to the depression in the essence of this world one by one, and from time to time some gray figures turn into an irregular mass of soul energy and fly into the distance, towards the sky, it is the meteors that Alan saw when he landed.

A strong sense of familiarity came over him, and Allen, who observed the scenery outside, realized that it was not the first time he had stepped into this place, this gray space, this stuck, expressionless figure, the longer he stayed, the less he wanted to leave...... It's exactly the same world he saw in the Dementor's mind through the Dementor Mind Psychic during his Dementor experiment. This area is not human, because it does not belong to the human world - this is the underworld?!

As those soul energies occasionally flew across the sky above him, Alan could see the distorted faces of those people looming in the mass of soul energy through the enhanced vision of the attribute potion.

"Where is this, do you know how to leave?" Alan shouted hoarsely at the souls, not giving up any possibility.

Some of the faces in the soul energy were as dull as dead fish, ignoring him at all, while others were different, Eren could clearly see the mouths of the faces in the soul energy open and close, as if telling him something, but because the haze of fog not only limited his vision, but also suppressed distorted sounds, Eren couldn't hear what they were saying at all—and he wasn't sure that the other person could hear what he was saying.

Allen's fist hung down on the black earth, and he shouted as he struggled to make out the meaning of the twisted lips: "Louder, what are you talking about?"

However, there was a strange sound in Alan's ears, and it came like a tidal wave in the distance. Allen's eyes widened and he looked sideways into the distance, trying to see where the sound was coming from, but it was too far away, and the gray mist blocked his vision, and he could only see some undulating black waves moving slowly in the distance.

Alan closed his eyes in frustration, his heart sank, was he trapped here like this, did he let the sense of despair that kept pouring out of his way despite his best efforts to ignore it take him over, and suck his vitality dry little by little?

It wasn't long before Alan opened his eyes suddenly, and he heard the sound of heavy, scattered footsteps and the sound of metal armor rubbing between movements, and he scrambled to his feet from the ground, watching warily in the direction from which the sound had come.

The sound grew louder and louder, and through the gray fog, some non-humans appeared in Alan's field of vision. The most conspicuous of these non-humans are the four knights in the middle, or more appropriately the Death Knights, who appear to be a decomposing corpse with a black skeleton covered in rotten skin, and two red dots of light each shining in the frame of their eyes. Skeletons and zombies stiffly followed behind them, and dementors in black cloaks floated around them.

Seeing this, Alan only hoped that this black substance could not only imprison him, but also protect himself from being harmed by these almost zombie-like creatures. But unfortunately, these undead who are non-living creatures are completely unaffected by the black matter, and they just walk in.

Alan couldn't help but take a few steps back, he was not completely affected by this world, he kept thinking in his heart about what kind of spell he should use in the event of a conflict, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed that there was little hope of survival, and despair was entrenched in his heart little by little.

"Wizard, I've come to collect your debts!" a carved Viking half-face helmet with a chainmail neck guard reveals mutilated blonde hair and a mustache with a Viking pigtail closing in on Allen. His voice was cold and empty, like an echo from a deep valley. As he approached, he could see that although the center of his forehead was badly mutilated, his facial features were quite handsome under the rotten flesh, his left hand holding a large round shield, and his right hand holding a Viking battle axe with a large hook down, and the chain mail robe and the crippled animal skin shoulders on his body rattled as he walked.

"My lord has allowed us to collect our debt from you, and you will die today. "The undead, who was at least a lap smaller next to the Viking undead, dressed in an English decorative burqa and dressed as an 11th-century Muggle knight, also raised his knight's sword. He had an arrow stuck in the middle of one eye, with only the tail feathers exposed, while the other looked at Allen's gaze rather terrifying—the red in his eyes was clearly more angry than the other dead.

The other two knights, dressed in their contemporaneous attire, both wearing nose guards, one of whom was exceptionally strong, also stepped forward and drew his knight's sword: "Although Lao Tzu has actually received your favor - this is not a personal vendetta, but you will die today." Finally, the shorter knight simply said, "Believers in false gods, you and I didn't know each other before. Then he raised the short spear in his hands with both hands.

Alan, who was on guard, couldn't understand what he said, "What kind of debt do you ask me for, what debt do you owe when you first come to this place?" And these undead don't know that they have been dead for hundreds of years, and their accents are obviously from different countries...... And the believers of false gods?" Alan had no time to think about it, and even a little aggrieved, so he had to strike first, and released a flame without a wand before they could attack.

But the other party rushed directly at Alan without even pausing, and Alan pursed his lips tightly, but the spells he can cast without a wand now basically have no effect on the other party, even the flames that the undead are more afraid of according to common sense can only make these enemies stumble a few steps at most, and they can't even stop the other party from advancing.

The Viking warrior didn't give Eren time to think, and slashed at his left neck with an axe. Reluctantly leaning over, Alan dodged and then rolled on the ground, panting to avoid the pursuit of the other party, but those skeletons, zombies, and dementors formed a closed circle, surrounding him, and they approached Eren little by little, and Eren had no way to escape.

The Death Knight, dressed as an English knight, also arrived, and the sword in his hand stabbed at Allen, who tried to dodge, but he was physically and mentally exhausted and was stunned from behind by the big man with the Viking warrior's helmet. Allen's head was deflected but he couldn't dodge the attack, but the expected pain didn't hit. The blue light film on his body protected him, and the other party continued to stab without giving up, but it couldn't hurt Allen in the slightest.

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