Chapter 686

"... return the dagger of pain to me."

In the hall, the words of the old prophet were still echoing. As at first, he fell askew on the carved platform, as if he had not seen the scene that Maka easily resisted the six believers.

Are these wizards still blocking the door making him confident? Or does the old man still hold other strong cards in his hand?

In addition, six black robed believers who had just attacked did not immediately make a second attack after losing one. It seems that they are going to secretly measure the fight with Maka just now.

Or... What are they waiting for?

"Is that still the sentence?" Maka's eyes crossed the Wizards in front of the hall door and threw deeper. "Even if you want me to hand over the 'pain dagger'... Don't you think you should give me an explanation first? For example, what is the 'pain dagger'? For example, what is your purpose?"

In these successive questions, he has actually mixed the skills of God taking and meditation. However, the effect of this magic, which has hardly failed in the past, seems to have been greatly discounted this time.

Worthy of being a wizard with the blood of a prophet, the strength of spirit and will is indeed extraordinary.

"Won't you say?"

Maka frowned, and the staff in his hand was lifted again, so that the six black robed believers standing around him pointed their sharp blades at him. Even the believer who broke his dagger with his wand quickly took out his wand.

Obviously, if Maka moved again, they would give up their hesitation and go straight to hard.

"Successor of pain," at this time, the old prophet finally spoke again, "I don't know where you got it, but it doesn't belong to you and is of no benefit to you... If you return it to our church, you can be exempted from your sins..."

"It doesn't belong to me? Who does it belong to?" Marca's hand holding the staff still stopped in mid air, giving people the illusion that it will fall at any time. "Does it belong to you?"

But then the prophet closed his mouth again and seemed not to say anything.

Just as Maka was puzzled by the other party's words, Maka's words were probably just a provocation in the other party's mind.

"It's hard to talk to you..."

Obviously, Makana's intention is not an illusion. Just as he murmured, the magic wand had gently landed on the floor tile, and all six people who had been staring at him were so excited that they rushed to the middle.

But at the next moment, a cold air overflowed in an instant, covering most of the open space in front of the hall.

When he came out of the ice fog with his magic wand, none of the six believers who had attacked him at the same time came out. No one even knew what had happened there in just over ten seconds.

"Please make way..."

After waving her hand at the crowd of wizards in front of her, Maka went straight ahead regardless of whether they could understand English or not.

However, I don't know whether it's really because they don't know the language or because they don't want to let them.

In short, only a few people hesitated to give way when Maka walked forward without hesitation. Most other wizards, however, were silent again after a slight commotion.

Maka noticed that most people couldn't help looking back at the stone platform deep in the hall when they found that he wanted to break in. Then, their slightly uneasy mood because they witnessed Maka's strength settled down.

"It seems that the prophet's card is not the mob... On the contrary, the prophet is their reliance?"

He thought so, but his steps did not stop at all, as if he could not see the Wizards in front of him, and stubbornly moved forward.

One, two, three

Suddenly, several Indian wizards at the forefront felt a strange feeling, as if an invisible wall was pressing on him very violently. The invisible barrier bumped into him wildly, making him step back with every step of Marca.

It was at this moment that the other party said something in a language that Maka didn't understand, and then all the magic wands were aligned with him.

If you want to bear a lot of spell blows, even Maka can't bear it. After all, he is also an ordinary human, but he has no giant blood like Hagrid and maxim to enhance resistance.

But one thing about modern magic is fatal, that is, under the same circumstances, the preemptive effect will be amazing.

The magic he just used to push the crowd was an expanded version of the "iron armor spell". The shield shaped barrier originally used to deflect magic spells and physical entities will greatly reduce its defense ability after increasing the range, but it can produce unexpected effects when used skillfully enough.

Maka suddenly pushed the staff forward, followed by a lot of wizards. Only a few people standing on the side succeeded in casting an aggressive spell, but only a few light particles produced by hitting the armor spell burst out in the air.

As for Maka, she had already passed through the crowd calmly and stepped into the hall easily.

"Bang!"

With Maka's backhand wave, the temple door was closed on his own initiative. And then there was another defensive curse, which completely blocked the door - it depends on whether the guys had the confidence to break through the door after being locked out without resistance.

"You still don't... forget it."

There are so few light sources in the hall that it is almost dizzy at a glance. Maka waved her staff, lit up a bright light, gently threw it into the air, and suddenly the hall was bright.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that in addition to the old prophet on the stone platform, there are three black robed believers on both sides of the palace. If you count the six who rushed out just now, there are twelve in all.

It's just, is there really only so many people here?

Of course not. At least Maka can vaguely sense that there are still people hiding in the side halls behind and on both sides of the hall, but the other party has no intention to expose it for the time being.

But no matter how many people there are, he doesn't want to say anything more. If only he tried to talk unilaterally, it was obviously meaningless. He didn't want to talk to the air.

So he simply shut up and went straight along the scarlet carpet in the center of the hall to the carved stone platform.

"Stop him," as Maka walked forward without saying a word, the prophet finally spoke, but this time in modern Persian, "obey religious orders, all for faith."

"For faith!"

The black robed believers on both sides answered in unison, holding the hilt of the back waist with their backhands like the previous six companions.

Previously, due to the lack of light outside, Maka did not see the appearance of these believers too clearly. But this time, although they were also wearing hoods, the six pairs of cold eyes made his heart cold.

Naturally, he was not worried about each other's strength. Through the previous fight, he understood that if these people had no other means, they would not pose a great threat to themselves.

He has met enough fast opponents.

For example, the black dead men brought out by Voldemort in the past are comparable to fire dragons in terms of physical strength, speed and intensity. It is obvious that these black robed believers are only faster in front of them.

What he cared about was the cold eyes that made him very familiar - once upon a time, he was in such a state of no sensibility, and even spent an extremely depressed time.

"Huh?"

Just as Maka was ready to quickly solve the six people in front of him, and then approached the prophet on the stone platform, a magic wave spread in the hall.

The next moment, the six black robed believers disappeared in an instant.

It was the old prophet - he seemed to have used a magic similar to the phantom spell to hide the bodies of those believers.

However, this stealth sneak attack tactic may have a significant effect on other wizards, but it is obviously unable to cause any trouble to Maka.

So, when all the believers disappeared in sight, Maka waved the staff without hesitation.

The six invisible magic blades met the six black robed believers in the invisible state with great accuracy. This is exactly what he got from Snape's divine front shadowless spell. It is high-speed, hidden and excellent killing effect. It is just right here.

But then he was stunned by the strange actions made by the six believers.

Yes, at the moment when all the invisible sharp blades were about to hit each other, the six people of the other party kicked together and avoided perfectly with a rather awkward action.

If others may not see it, because the blade and believers are invisible. But Maka saw it very clearly - his attack was completely dodged.

"What's going on?"

He thought of many possibilities in a very short time. For example, the other party can sense magic, and for example, the other party can predict danger, etc., but this is naturally not something that can get the answer in a short time.

Although the thoughts kept on in her mind, Maka's actions didn't stop. Even if he is avoided once by the other party, he still has a lot of room for a second or even a third attack.

"Since you can hide, you can't hide -"

This time he no longer used the shadowless spell of the divine front, but in the moment of waving his staff, large flames surged up in front of him like waves, and rushed forward with great momentum.

In the past, Dumbledore liked to use this type of magic skill, because the consumption of its basic magic spell - Fire spell was very low, but the actual effect was surprisingly excellent.