Suddenly, the black mass stretched out into a huge circular shield tumbled violently, and flakes of red light quickly jumped across the shield, letting out a manic scream.

The movements of the four Death Knights stopped, and everyone, dead and alive, was drawn to the sudden movement, and a slender blue shadow stood fluttering outside the shield, his pale palm pressed against the shield. The black substance rolled and churned in the direction of the shadow, accumulating and compressing in the palm of her hand, curling up into a black mist with a red glow. All the black matter was swept away, turning into this hazy mist, which in turn was swept into a transparent bubble. With a slight wave of the palm, the bubble-wrapped mist floated in the air.

With a slight wave of the white hand, the fog disappeared as if it had entered some other dimension, revealing Luna's beautiful but strange face behind her.

"Luna, how could she get into the curtain and find me......? By the way, the amulet that protects me is the one that Luna gave me...... The Ravenclaw crown on her head?Didn't I keep it in the storage space of the Xueba system before?!!How did she get it?" Surprised and inexplicable, Allen's eyes were half-open weakly, and he was anxious when he saw the strange and familiar Luna in front of him.

The four Death Knights made noises all over their bodies, causing Alan to refocus on the situation in front of him, "Luna, run!" Eren wanted to warn Luna to hurry away from this dangerous place, but the jaw and cheek were punctured by the finger bones, and he could only make a short, indistinct sound.

The four Death Knights and their retinue, that is, the skeletons, zombies, Dementors, and other retinues, were stunned by Luna's appearance, and the four Death Knights still maintained the same movements as when they were about to kill Eren just now, before they drew their weapons and prepared to attack - this reminded Eren of his own aura of imitating the ability of Dementors, these undead creatures were imprisoned in place by Luna.

Luna's presence lit up the gray area, her bare feet on the barren land with nothing but black-gray dirt and gravel. "I'm here for Alan Harris. Luna's dazed and ethereal voice rang out, her silver-gray eyes half-open and not bulging a little as usual, and she walked slowly towards Alan, her blue skirt fluttering lightly behind her.

Luna threatened in an understated tone: "If you dare to stop me, you will be destroyed." ”

The Death Knight with the Viking helmet made a thud in his armor, and finally raised his arm stiffly - he was the first to break free, raised his axe high in Luna's direction, and roared and rushed over, Luna raised her own pale eyebrows, and then waved the white arm in her blue pajamas - the entire four Death Knights split silently in an instant - each knight's armor, skin, flesh, and bones were completely lined up into four completely unscarred humanoid objects that maintained their previous positions.

The sixteen humanoids of the four Death Knights stood for a few seconds before slamming to the ground and becoming a heap of human garbage. The zombies, dementors, and other followers of the Death Knight shattered under the impact of the magic, turning into dust and smoke and scattering.

The arms that bound Eren were reduced to ashes by the magic, and Eren fell to the ground. Luna crept over to Alan's side and crouched down.

Alan had a lot of questions for Luna, and his chest rose and fell violently, looking anxious.

"I told you not to rely on wands. Luna's cold fingers touched Alan's lips and brushed his hair, she tilted her head and opened her eyes wide to Aren and said with the same seriousness as she had told herself about the existence of the scimitar-horned snorer, and the waist-length light blonde hair slid down Alan's face.

Although the severe pain made Alan almost faint, he was sure that he was not mistaken, although Luna carefully avoided the wound on his face and those finger bones just now, but the silver-gray eyes revealed not pity for his injury, but a kind of nostalgia that fell into memory, "You don't understand anything, Alan Harris." ”

All sorts of questions came into his mind, and in addition to the hurt and pain he had never felt before, Eren had never felt so helpless and powerless, and the cursed power of these finger bones made his already tired body even weaker—but none of them compared to his concern about Luna's current strange state.

Then, Luna let go of her left hand, which was caressing Ellen's hair, and pinched the butter cork necklace next to the Deathly Hallows necklace around her neck, her pale and slender fingers twirling the butter cork. The trance-like gaze finally settled on Eren for a moment, and her hand left the necklace again.

"Try it. She leaned down, took Alan in her arms in the form of a princess, and walked in the direction she had come.

Being held in her arms by the petite Luna in such a position made Eren a little ashamed of his current situation. He looked away a little uncomfortably and looked into the distance.

At this glance, his brow immediately frowned, not because of the pain, but because he finally understood the source of the sound he had heard before like waves crashing against the waves—the black fog in the distance was not waves at all, but an army of undead and dementors.

Luna hugged Allen, her steps were very steady, as if she was not holding a boy much older than herself, but like a girl holding her beloved doll.

Ignoring the black oppression area of monsters in the distance, Luna continued her walk unmoved.

The skeletons of the skeletons creaked, and there were white heads everywhere, and some of the skeletons were not even complete, and their arms and legs and other limbs may have been damaged by the battle with other creatures over the years. Vast expanses of Yin corpses had sunken, visionless eyes, and their hollow, foggy eyes made the hair stand upside down on their pale faces.

Countless swirling dark Dementors, their faces obscured by their hoods, their breathing rattling, countless rotting hands waving wildly in the air, filling the land with a dark despair.

These inanimate inanimate creatures that represent darkness are like black clouds, densely packed in a large area.

They had long since stopped moving closer to this place, as if they were terrified by Luna's arrival, though the undead could not experience fear.

But the resentment of the living makes them follow them far away without giving up.

After twelve or thirteen steps, the waves of undead and Dementors in the distance fell completely silent, and these monsters seemed to be choked by some invisible force, unable to breathe—though they didn't need to breathe.

And Allen, who was held by Luna, also began to feel extremely difficult to breathe, like a fish that jumped from the water to the shore and was about to suffocate. His lungs ached as if they were about to explode, his vision blurred, and even his heart rate dropped rapidly.

Then the air in the wilderness froze, and then it seemed to be replaced by a darkness of complete light, made of death.

"Is this a physical death, or is it just a hallucination in my own mind?" Alan didn't know. He saw the soul fire in the eyes of the undead creatures in the distance glowing red, shining on the ground in this gray world like hundreds of stars in the mortal sky.

But even so, what he saw was actually a dark color, like watching a wizard TV with its brightness turned to its lowest.

Alan felt the dizziness in his head growing, and he helplessly tried to take deep breaths to relieve it, while exerting all his strength in pain before he could barely raise his head so that he could clearly see Luna holding him.

Feeling Luna, who was holding her, stop, she took a deep breath, and she sighed like a silent sigh.

Then the darkness of death was banished, and the air that was full of decay and decay but which Alan felt was extraordinarily sweet at this time rushed back into his lungs, causing his heart to return to its heart rate, which had almost stopped beating - and the blood flowed again, only in the first moment, they rushed through the veins to his brain, almost causing Alan to pass out.

For more than ten seconds, Alan found that he couldn't move, couldn't do anything, just let Luna hold him in his arms like a stiff puppet, and the Venus in front of him made him even more confused.

Later, his sight began to regain, and he turned his head to see that the undead in the distance were unaffected, and that each undead was kneeling in one direction - and the Dementors were bowing in the same direction.

Alan followed their gaze—the very act of staring at the one that had caused his blood to freeze in his veins and his breathing almost to a halt because of the mere act of looking at him.

A black cloak was draped over the skeleton of a tall skull in a massive black robe, and his hands held a large scythe wrapped in shrouds, the head of which was completely absent, and the blade-shaped hollow trailed the light that surrounded it.

The legendary Grim Reaper of the three brothers, in the story of the poet Bedou, appeared in this wilderness.