Chapter 358

In the underground cave, the fierce battle continues.

One after another, the sound of war broke out one after another; Flames mixed with rubble splashed up, making the huge vertical cave chaotic.

The flame flying dragon dances tenaciously in the air. Even the light column formed by the power of cooling rules can't freeze it completely.

Maka knows very well that the environment here is the home of the flame flying dragon. With the continuous supplement of lava lake, it is not easy to solve it.

Of course, under his flexible movement, the flame flying dragon can't do anything. He is.

If this is a normal battle, Maka doesn't have to worry too much. Because in this case, Mr. brova will obviously consume magic faster.

Holding the staff, he just needs to drag the other party into the war of attrition, and the balance of victory will inevitably tilt towards him.

But now he obviously can't do that.

At present, his enemy is only Mr. brova, and if Voldemort comes later, he will have to return in vain today.

At this moment, it is he, not Mr. blova, who lacks more time.

"Do you want to learn Gryffindor?" Marca thought carefully while avoiding the flame flying dragon. "Well... Although it's worth trying, I'm just a Hufflepuff!"

Since he entered Hogwarts, he has only studied with Gryffindor once, and only once left him a terrible memory.

Yes, at the end of the first semester, he stopped Voldemort, who was possessed by Chilo.

"There's always a bad feeling..."

Maka whispered to herself, but in the next moment, "fast" opened all over.

The assassin's ability is improved by his body. Stepping on the magic book alone can't make him fly faster. So he took a sudden step in mid air, and then ran along the stone wall that had been blown up by the fierce battle.

Speaking of it, he hasn't practiced his physical skills for some time because he is too busy on weekdays. At present, although he has opened his ability to the limit, the speed is not as fast as he imagined.

It can be said that in Mr. brova's eyes, Maka at this time is enough to surprise any wizard.

Because Maka runs faster than he flies, the flame flying dragon can't catch up with him at all.

Blova frowned slightly, his magic wand trembled again and again, and a large number of stone cones sprang out of the stone wall. Between the teeth, almost every stone cone was stabbed out by aiming at Maka's foothold.

"Concentrate!"

Maka's eyes closed slightly and her eyes suddenly darkened.

While abandoning visual judgment, sound, temperature, air flow and even magic have become one of the elements of his vision.

Running and jumping continuously, he gradually found his original feeling under the adaptation of avoiding the Stone Cone again and again.

The sting of stone chips on the face, the vibration of the stone wall under the feet, the rolling heat wave from the transpiration of the lava lake, the roaring warm air flow in the ears, and the lingering smell of sulfur in the mouth and nose

Everything around him was stimulating his nerves, making him a little closer to the spirit of Gryffindor college.

He could feel that the magnificent source of magic representing Mr. brova was getting closer and closer to him!

"Obviously not a lion, but I want to pretend to be a lion..."

Maka took his last step as she complained.

"What the hell am I doing!"

With this step, he suddenly burst out his greatest strength, passed the flying flame flying dragon at a very fast speed, and ran straight to blova.

In the air, he stretched his arm, pointed his staff straight ahead, and an invisible magic wave spread.

"Hum."

Mr. brova snorted coldly, pointing his wand with the same forefinger, and the tip of the wand was accurately and quickly aimed at the rushing Maka.

"What magic?"

At the moment of noticing the sudden tightness of the whole body, Maka, who was extremely sensitive to the magic flow, immediately responded.

He quickly took back his staff and suddenly waved it to the side. Suddenly, a gust of air rose out of thin air, rolled him up very rudely and threw him out.

"Away?" Mr. blova whispered to himself.

He seemed surprised, but the wand in his hand didn't stop at all. In a decisive moment, the flame flying dragon immediately spit out a huge fireball.

Maka barely turned in the air and stood in front of her with her magic wand, and a shining ice crystal barrier appeared.

"Boom!"

The fireball slammed into the barrier and erupted a large amount of magma, ice debris and smoke. In the smoke, Maka, who was hit by a strong impact, suddenly flew upside down and hit the stone wall opposite.

Mr. brova mercilessly controlled the flame flying dragon and continued to rush to the place where Maka fell. Obviously, he didn't intend to leave any breathing room for Maka.

It's complicated, but this series of lightning and stone like fights ended in just a moment.

"So, Gryffindor... Can't learn!"

In the diffuse dust on the opposite stone wall, a blue and white light column broke through the obstruction of smoke and accurately hit the flaming flying dragon.

Another burst of flame dispersed, and Mr. blova's pursuit was blocked.

Although Marca was very concerned about what magic brova did to him during his forced raid, he had no time to think about it now.

Once close combat begins, it is not easy to stop!

Out of the smoke, Maka waved his staff again, and a huge black fog skeleton went straight to blova. Even the soul magic that has not been used for a long time has come out. It is conceivable that Maka is depressed.

Brova can be merciless to him, but he can't. It's a matter of principle.

However, it seemed doomed that he would not go well this time. When the unexpected blova suddenly retreated, Maka suddenly frowned.

He gave up the best time to regain the initiative, threw out the magic book and stepped on it again.

No way, when he noticed that the flame flying dragon didn't attack him, but turned over and jumped on the other side, he immediately found something wrong——

Haisijia, who was fighting above the cave, was injured and fell down!

"Open your eyes!"

Maka shouted, and the staff in her hand suddenly lifted up, and the light column went straight after the flame flying dragon. At a critical moment, the light column hit the flame dragon first just before it rushed to haisijia.

"Go in!"

Taking advantage of Mr. brova's opportunity to step aside to avoid soul magic, Maka threw the staff in time and sent haisijia into the cave on the stone wall.

"Come out!"

Seeing that Hess Jiaxiu was thrown into the cave, Mr. brova could no longer keep calm and roared angrily.

Of course, Marca won't let him do it to haisijia. A hurricane fell again and again, rolling the flame hastily urged by blova without a trace.

And in the next moment, Maka rushed to blova again.

"Get out!"

Suddenly there were several huge waves in the lava lake and threw them at Maka. But Maka just answered "OK", but she made a false move and rushed to the cave.

"Stop!"

In Mr. brova's angry drink again, a huge rock hand suddenly stretched out above the cave and photographed it from Maka's head with a violent momentum.

"Boom!"

Maka left an ice crystal barrier and jumped into the cave before the giant hand clapped it.

As soon as he got into the cave, he rushed at once. The tunnel inside was not long. Before long, he found that he had stepped into a small stone chamber.

It can be seen that this stone chamber is probably excavated temporarily. Although there is no shortage of tables, chairs and beds here, which is decorated like a luxurious bedroom, it only lacks the breath of life.

Here, in addition to haisijia, who was sent in by Maka first, there is another familiar figure.

"Willie?"

Maka looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and the girl was quietly looking at him.

"Good afternoon, Marca."

The insipid greetings and expressionless face made Maka feel cordial from the bottom of her heart.

In front of Willie, instead of wearing the school wizard's robe, she was wearing a set of pink flannelette pajamas. Her crystal white hair fell from behind and spread out on the bed.

In her eyes, there was a hint of incomprehension.

"Well, yes..." Maka was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "good afternoon."

Before the words fell, another man rushed into the tunnel behind Maka - that was Mr. brova, Willie's father.

Maka took two steps aside and gave way to a position slightly.

No matter how you say it, you won't fight in front of your daughter. Not to mention that it will certainly affect Willie. Even if not, as a father, he won't do anything in front of his daughter.

After all, Marca is also Willie's classmate and friend.

"McLean, take that woman out at once. You're not welcome here!" said Mr. brova angrily.

But Maka just shook her head. He looked at Willie again. Then he turned his head and looked at Willie's father.

"Mr. brova, we're all here. Why can't you just explain to me?" Marca asked seriously. "What's Willie doing here?"

However, Willie's father looked at him coldly and still didn't say anything.

"Well, Willy..." Maka turned her head and looked at the girl by the bed. "Can you tell me why?"

Willie looked at him calmly, breathing steadily and lightly, but the inexplicable meaning in her eyes was deepening bit by bit.

Maka, who has always been good at analyzing other people's behavior and even reading people's hearts, suddenly realized that he had never read her eyes, even once.