Chapter 1233

There seems to be a "devil" in this world.

Of course, the so-called "devil" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram horns, or even a particularly obvious symbol.

However, as described in the letter sent by Delphi, their great power is certain.

According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magic book abataier, no one knows where the "devil" comes from, even those wizards who try to start the devil summoning technique to attract demons. The only thing we can know is that they will be attracted by the evil soul and then come into the world.

Demon summoning is designed and created on the basis of this theory.

As for the powers of demons... Or how powerful they are. According to Delphi's description, they not only surpass common sense in physical strength, but also have unique and terrible natural magic. Ordinary wizards are even the same as Muggles in front of demons.

What's more terrible is that there are no distractions in the devil's heart. They only come to taste the fresh soul. They have no mercy, they have no fear, they don't know good or evil, and even those who call them can't control their every move.

However, summoning such an amazing and powerful existence is not the ultimate goal of Haier Bo. Because what he wants is not a disobedient Summoner at all, but the body of the powerful Summoner!

Yes, with the help of the immortality of Horcruxes and remnant souls, Haier Bo is best at robbing other people's bodies for resurrection. Needless to say, the devil's body must be difficult to capture, but once he succeeds

It's hard to imagine how strong Haier Bo will be if he gives up being a man.

To be honest, the information added by Delphi really made Maka feel very bad. After reading it three times in a row, he managed to digest the information gradually, and finally calmed down a little.

But when Maka turned around and wanted to go back and talk to aginbad, another thought suddenly came out of her heart.

"Wait a minute," he paused, wondering, "where did Delphi send this letter? Has she not left London yet?"

Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communication has been greatly affected. If Delphi had gone to the Mediterranean, the ice bird that passed the credit just now could not have been delivered to him so soon.

Coupled with the fact that she and Delphi had just separated before, Maka could only think that the other party might not have left downtown London until now.

"Something's wrong. There must be a problem."

Thinking of this, Maka immediately put aside the idea of going back to find aginbad and flew over the street following the slight magic traces left by the ice bird just now.

"This way?"

Maka stepped on the magic book and kept flying forward in the air. While flying, she carefully sensed the magic wave in front. Because of the influence of fog, the magic wave stayed for a short time, and his perception ability was weakened a lot. It was very difficult to pursue this way.

But before long, he still touched a deserted street little by little, and finally felt some other, more responsive magic waves in the deepest part of the alley.

But he could feel that the magic wave was rapidly fading away at the moment.

"... underground?"

Before the magic disappeared, Marca noticed the direction of the magic waves - they came from under his feet.

After retreating a little two steps, Maka suddenly waved his hand, and the original brick paved roadway floor immediately arched. For a time, the earth surged, the bricks fluctuated, and soon he dug a deep hole.

The next moment, without hesitation, Maka jumped into it with a gentle leap.

"Stone?"

Under the effect of the spell, Maka's body floated down for a while. As the brightness around him decreased a little, he also fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a hard feeling under his feet.

Shaking his fingers at will, a light mass scattered under the dark ground, emitting a bright light and dispersing the darkness around him.

"Huh?"

Now you can see that what he is stepping on is really a big stone... Or a slate. On the slate, a series of neatly arranged characters and lines gave Maka a sense of familiarity.

Of course, Marca still remembers the mirror space she went to with Delphi. Only London in black, white and gray is impressive. Not only that, he remembered how he got into that space at the beginning, because he spent a lot of time looking for that kind of slate afterwards.

But who knows, I deliberately looked for it at that time, but I couldn't find it anywhere, but now it appears at his feet.

"The magic wave has completely disappeared?"

Maka squatted down a little and reached out to touch the lines on the slate. She couldn't help saying:

"Just now... Should Delphi have started it?"

If he came later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi hadn't sent the ice bird to send him supplementary information, he wouldn't even be here.

It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.

"What the hell does she want to do?"

Maka frowned and thought for a while. She put aside the doubt that she couldn't find the answer, and bent down to study the slate. It can be seen that the characters on this slate are obviously different from the last one.

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Not to mention that Marca is very confused by Delphi's action. At least compared with him, Harry and Neville's goals are very clear.

Just after a fierce battle, the two tacitly cooperated and finally killed a black pupil wizard on the spot. Although the battle was very hard and Harry was hurt, they were undoubtedly the two who killed the collector for the first time in the war.

"Harry, is your shoulder all right? Do you feel any discomfort?"

In the battle just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the other party's sharp black thorn. The injury looked very serious at that time.

But he still endured the sharp pain of a big hole in his shoulder. While bleeding, he gritted his teeth and finally found a gap and penetrated the other party's head with Gryffindor's sword.

Then, after all, he lost too much blood because he dragged on too long, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, that scared Neville so much that he hurriedly healed him and replenished blood. It was not easy to wake him up.

Hearing Neville's worried inquiry, Harry immediately shook his head.

"Nothing - you see, it should really be just an ordinary injury. There should be no strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arms to Neville twice, Harry touched his chest, but his face was not so good-looking.

"But seriously, it's more uncomfortable for me to stab that guy in the forehead than the injury on my shoulder." he frowned and whispered, "I feel a little sick..."

Because Gryffindor's sword is very sharp, he has almost no touch when he plunges into each other's head, just like when he practiced with duel dolls earlier.

But even so, the feeling of personally killing is definitely not much.

When Harry put down his left hand a little, he raised the sword that had been tightly held in his right hand - the silver body of the sword was still as bright as a mirror. The battle just now left no trace on it, not even a trace of blood.

Who would have thought that such a silver sword with exquisite carving and gorgeous appearance is actually a big killing weapon that can easily take people's lives?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville said comfortingly, patting him on the shoulder. "Although I didn't kill it myself, I may not be qualified to talk big... But that guy must have killed many innocent wizards and Muggles so far. That's what he deserves!"

Just then, he suddenly looked behind him - the witch who had been saved by them was now holding her child and closely following their footsteps.

"You see, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."

"I know," Harry nodded. "I know it must be right to save people. I don't regret killing him... I just don't get used to it. I'm a little sick."

Harry took a deep breath as he tightened the palm of his right hand on the handle of the sword again.

"Well, don't think about it first..." he breathed softly and said silently, "this is disgusting. It's nothing compared with the tragedies happening in downtown London. I just hope that the disaster can end as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen along the way?"

"Yes!"

These two boys, who should have graduated from school a year later, are both holding weapons and covered with their own or other people's blood.

They sighed one after another and walked forward step by step, moving towards the distance in the chaos everywhere.

This is a real disaster, a disaster that forced people who should not have suffered so much pain and sadness to face despair.

At this moment, the originator of this disaster not only has no regrets, but also is ecstatic with the progress of the disaster and sends out bursts of creepy laughter.

"Hurry up... Hurry up... The tenth..."

Halber stood in the middle of the open space, in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads down, whispering to himself.

"McLean... Excellent young man, don't let me down?"