In front of the god of death, Allen was leaning on a staff that he had changed without knowing how many times he had changed, so weak that he could hardly stand.

During the battles of several days, Allen's body was cut by a shadowless but even more vicious spell like a god's edge, stabbed by a sharp sword burning with magic flames, burned by a long whip of magic lightning, and baked by the flames produced by the raging fire...

At this time, the male witch, who was regarded as the savior by the wizards, had been tortured to the point of being human. Her pale cheeks were cut by many sharp knives, revealing the rolled flesh and blood. One eye had no eyeballs, leaving only a black hole in her empty space.

The pale hair, which was originally neatly combed, was much bald, revealing the blisters on the scalp due to the high temperature. The robe on her body was ragged and obviously swept by fire. The exposed charred arms stained with black red blood, from time to time, some flesh that was rotten due to negative energy fell to the ground. Her left leg was curled in a strange position, and blood was still flowing out from under the crossing bone spurs.

The witch's body was covered with blood. Every breath was a painful torture for him. There was still blood left on the corner of his mouth. He was still coughing severely, coughing and coughing. In the end, he could no longer hold on to his knees on the ground and could not stand. Suddenly, he lowered his head and began to retching.

Several slugs with green light fell from his mouth to the ground, corroding small bubbles into the dusty ground, making a sizzling sound. His body was undulating violently, and he kept spitting out shiny big slugs, and his constant vomiting almost suffocated. These highly corrosive slugs also destroyed his throat, mouth, and flesh began to rot, and then spread to his entire head, face and body.

Death God Haierbo shook his head as he looked at Allen's miserable state. He raised his hand wearing a wide silver ring and stroked Eren from bottom to top from the air, which made him stop vomiting, and he collapsed to the ground. He had just escaped from the risk of suffocation and gasped violently. The rotten skin and flesh in the mouth on his cheeks quickly returned to its original state. The blood vessels in his eyes were rushing like blood-red snakes. They were quickly repaired like spiders weaving webs. All the rotten skin and flesh of his arms exposed to their bones fell off directly, and new flesh grew quickly. The flesh and blood were very white and tender, just like the skin of a newborn. Even the bone spurs that were crossing were straightened by the invisible big hand, and the flesh and blood grew back.

"Mr. Harris, if I'm here, I don't have to bother Ms. Ravenclaw to be reborn for you." The god of death Helpool stared at Allen with her ginger eyes, "Speaking of this, should you pray to me?"

"I don't have to pray at all. Now there are two true gods who are taking turns to treat me, right?" Allen gasped, his tone full of mockery, and swallowed the mouth that was made from pain in his throat.

Every time Alan dies and reorganizes, he will receive some degree of healing and soothing from the inside out from the outside. So now the method of Death God Haierbo is to torture Alan first, until he is about to die due to his serious injury, and he will give him physical treatment in turn.

Death God Haierbo even forced Alan, who was seriously injured, to close his eyes and rest, so that he could not rely on his clone to concentrate on eating and drinking. Every time he kept him up to the limit, he pretended to be generous and gave him the kind of rest time that could only hold his life.

After this, the wounds that could not heal due to the curse cast by the god of death Haierbo will continue to gradually compete for his body being treated, opening up a new turbulent life force, which will bring abnormal and unbearable pain to Allen, and the most important thing is the mental damage.

"Mr. Harris, your will is much stronger than I expected. I went to ask some souls for inquiries. They said that the wizards at Lavenclaw Academy were afraid of pain and thought you would be a typical student in the Eagle Academy..." Heerbo rubbed his fingers on his chin, "But it looks almost the same. It's time for two or three rounds to let those living people see the style of the voters they respect and fear."

"You have expected this several times." Allen shrugged and seemed to be satisfied with his current recovery, but he didn't leave the hand leaning on the staff and didn't seem very confident.

"No matter what the process is, it must be a inevitable result."

The crutches that the god of death, Haierbo, tapped on the ground, and his mouth kept spitting out the obscure and indescribable ancient Runes.

The soon-to-break staff in Allen's hand turned into a huge venomous snake again.

"hiss…"

A short sound of the poisonous snake spitted a loud noise, straightened its body backwards, opened its hideous mouth and headed straight for Allen.

However, this time Allen was skillfully enough to grab the other party's seven-inch position, and before being bitten by its poisonous fangs, he used magic to restore it to its prototype.

But the low voice of the god of death Haierbona continued, and the transformation technique that easily subdued Alan was just a distraction.

Alan, who had subdued the staff and turned into a giant snake in the last second, had already identified the opponent's illusion that he planned to use a spell to fight back.

But the next second, he blinked his blurry eyes hard, and then opened it suddenly. His dazed look made him ignore what had happened before. The magic class classroom melted in front of his eyes and slowly turned into a shadow.

On the podium, Professor Frieve was standing on a high stack of magic books to teach the spell. At Hogwarts, Allen found that the soreness from his arm lying on the desk made him sit up straight in discomfort, and what he was even more uncomfortable was the feeling of his empty mind. He looked at everything in front of him in confusion as if he was sleeping.

"Mr. Alan Harris, sleeping in class won't let you master the pilogue mantra! I'll teach you the method, but your monster-like brain only knows how to sleep! Lavenclaw deducts 10 points, Mr. Harris, I have to deduct points from my own college because of your behavior." The short Professor Frieve walked out of the shadow on the classroom podium and scolded Alan, "Next, I'll ask you to be the subject of the experiment to show the students what the pilogue mantra can do... I remind you again, pay attention, this requires a strong personality power, not everyone can master it!"
Chapter completed!