Chapter 705

"I said, now! Hand over the magic stone and the pain dagger! Don't say it takes time... Three days? Don't say three days, I don't want to wait for three minutes! Hand it over immediately, even if it's only the pain dagger, hand it over to me!"

While Maka was still trying to buy time, the old man in white suddenly took off his hood and roared wildly.

It can be seen that with the sudden overflow of the old man's anger, the blood vessels on his bald head appeared.

To tell you the truth, this sudden outburst of emotion made Maka really embarrassed.

Obviously, although I don't know the reason, the other party is really eager. If Maka did have the dagger, the balance of victory would be leaning towards him now. Even if there was no magic stone, he could change all six children back if he worked harder.

However, he never actually owned the painful dagger. At present, even if the other party is willing to retreat and ask for the second place under anxiety, what he doesn't have is nothing, and he can't give it if he wants to.

Therefore, the original theoretical advantage has completely become his disadvantage.

"In that case, there's no way..."

After Maka whispered in her heart, she was ready to use strong. Although rough means will increase risks, time is too tight, and effective means will not be available for a while and a half.

But he just made some preparations in his heart. He didn't even move. The bald old man snorted coldly first.

"Don't move!"

Although the other party's expression is full of restlessness, his thinking is still very calm.

"Don't try to rob someone from me by force - heir, I admit that your magic is amazing, but it's impossible to take hostages from me. To tell you the truth, I just need one thought and those children will die immediately!"

No, this feeling

"By the way," said the old man with a ferocious face, "although your magic that impacts the soul is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic won't work for my followers."

It's not so much "calm" as

"The art of taking God's thoughts?" makaton was alarmed and thought, "no, it can't be taking God's thoughts. There's no response to the art of brain closure... The old man seems to have the blood of a prophet... Is it some kind of predictive ability?"

The bald old man's words made Maka nervous - yes, he really wanted to use soul magic just now.

As long as he creates a momentary trance in the other party's consciousness, he can forcibly take the hostages. Naturally, there are risks, and he can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong at all, but the victory should not be small.

However, the old man first interrupted his action with an accurate sentence just before he was about to start; Then he used another sentence to express his plan.

If the other party's mind taking skill is not so strong that he can't even notice it, it may be the real talent of prediction.

If you think about the old man's prediction and several accurate calculations, Maka can't help but secretly affirm her inference.

"If it is really a short-term prediction ability, it will be troublesome..."

Maka, who has dealt with the rules of time a few times, knows how difficult it is. If ordinary prophetic talents, there is at least some room for turning around. After all, the future is also changing. But if it is predicted in a short time, it means that every move will be seriously limited.

"I know what you're trying to say --"

Maka was about to speak, but his thoughts were accurately interrupted when they turned into action.

"You guessed right... But I don't want to tell you this now. Give me the Dagger - the dagger of pain, give it to me quickly! I don't have so much time to waste with you, it's too late..."

Maka really wanted to ask, "don't you know I don't have that broken dagger if you can guess so much?"

But he just thought so, but he hesitated. Yeah! Since the old prophet insists that the dagger is in his hand, is it difficult... He really has it, but he didn't realize it?

It was roener who took him to several scenes in ancient times that he came into contact with the dagger, and was buried by the broken dagger. But then? Or, are those scenes similar to the effect of a meditation basin, or are they really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still many questions, and even the more you think, the more complex and changeable you are, but you can't ask them directly. If you let the other party know that you don't have a painful dagger at all, and don't say whether others believe it or not, at least most of the children will fall into a crisis of death.

When Maka was revealed by the old prophet again and again and gradually fell into a dilemma, a subtle but particularly clear voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on one side. The voice was familiar, but it was not Lenny who had spoken before, but the voice of another slightly cold girl.

"2776 to 300 South of bungula..."

A strange word, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, speaks surprisingly fast.

When this sentence fell into her ears, Maka found that the bald old man in front of him changed his face, and his original irritability was suddenly replaced by incomparable surprise and consternation.

He looked as if he had heard something incredible, so that he couldn't react for a moment.

"Corvus South -" do it! "

Followed by the second similar sentence, such as the magic mantra, which can clearly distinguish the regularity of syllables and tones.

But the old man finally responded. Before the voice finished reading, most of the black robed believers behind him sent out for this. Thirty or forty believers pulled out their daggers at the same time. Almost in an instant, they burst out at their maximum speed, trying to take the life of the voice's owner before he finished speaking.

But how could Maka just watch each other act?

The staff suddenly appeared in his hand, and then a cold breath shrouded a large space here. The black robed believers who flew to the crowd from all angles suddenly had a layer of frost visible to the naked eye.

However, there are too many people here. It is very difficult to stop all attackers when large-scale magic cannot be used.

Perhaps the danger was felt in the suddenly cold air, and the surrounding crowd began to crowd back. In fact, from the beginning, those onlookers have gradually retreated a lot of distance, but that is obviously not enough.

The scene began to get chaotic.

Maka uses the cooling rule to cast the terrible cold current, and its effect is naturally remarkable. Although those believers were fast, they slowed down in the process of running and were frozen on the way one by one.

But there were still two who were not "taken care of", because when they began to slow down, they had rushed into the noisy crowd.

"- 1068 to 437." "hiss."

At the same time that the voice could read the second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade across the body made Maka's eyes jump suddenly. But strangely, there was no painful cry or sad cry among the crowd.

"Coronaborealis 1528, invisible."

As the third sentence was read out by the plain voice, Maka took a deep breath. And the footsteps he was running to the other side also changed his course of action the next second and quickly turned back to the hijacked children.

Because he was keenly aware that the magic wave in the bald old man's body quickly calmed down, and even his pupils slightly spread away - it was a sign of temporary unconsciousness.

Maka's speed is not inferior to those black robed believers, or even faster. He rushed at the six believers like a gust of wind. The six magic blades sent out in advance passed through their eyebrows accurately, and the children returned to his protection.

When he carefully pushed the six little guys back to the other side, the other believers remained where they were, as if they had no time to respond.

Or they can't move at all

"Professor McLean, you just need to control the old man. Other people in black don't care."

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately turned her head and took a look, and her pupils shrank.

"Sarah, you --"

"Professor McLean, I'm fine... Please do it as soon as possible."

Maka looked at Sarah's right shoulder, where something was obviously missing. The scarlet color stimulated his nerves; And looking behind her, the missing thing lay quietly in a pool of blood, extremely dazzling.

——Can it be called "nothing"?

Compared with Sarah, who was so calm and weird, those who screamed at the scene were much more normal, even if those frightened faces were not good-looking.

Marca had noticed something strange about Sarah, and she had her own secrets. But even Maka could not imagine that she would see this strange picture.

But no matter how confused, he will not lose his due judgment. Sarah's calmness made Maka cast a spell on the bald old man who was still absent-minded after giving the children to Professor McGonagall.

Behind Marca, Professor spraot rushed to Sarah with Mrs. Pomfrey of the school hospital, obviously to treat her in time. Sarah didn't say much about it, just stood where she was and let them do it.

"This... Doesn't work," Pomfrey said with a dignified expression. "Maybe there is some black magic on the blade that cuts off the arm..."

But Sarah just shook her head.

"Don't worry, I think... Just leave it to Professor McLean."