Chapter 1299

Big Ben is still the Big Ben. It has been quietly experiencing the passage of time on the Bank of the Thames since the horse's hoofs in the past and the car's whistle now.

And the square not far from it is still such a humble square. In addition to the name of "Congress Square Garden", it is just a broken lawn with nothing on one side, and even several pieces of grayish brown soil have been exposed at the edge.

It has to be said that as a square located in the main traffic road, there are still a lot of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here. But obviously, the citizens passing by here, from small to large, may not even be interested in looking at it once.

Yes, not to mention, in this misty and dangerous dawn.

Therefore, since halbo disappeared from here with his sad "apprentices", the square finally returned to silence, as if he didn't even bother to spread the sound of chaos and war in the distance around.

However, just when no one came to pay attention to this small square... Or, no one dared to easily approach this small square at dawn; When the first ray of sunshine in the East passes through the fog and lights up this nightmare city

The center of the barren square suddenly showed some distortion.

The next moment, quietly, the twist expanded in an instant, and immediately covered most of the lawn on the small square.

When the twisted space was calm again, there were more than 20 people on the grass.

"Sin... Needs more sin."

The almost unanimous whisper seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, indifferent, without any feelings. If Marca saw this scene, he might feel more than others.

Unfortunately, there is no one around here except those figures in the square in front of us - I'm afraid it's hard to say whether these guys can be called "people".

That is, after a few seconds' pause, these figures in the square immediately moved one after another, scattered birds and animals silently, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, there was another cold hum in the middle of the deserted square. No one knew where it came from.

"A lot of time has been wasted in order to save enough searchers to release them at one time... So hurry up, hurry up... Go and let the ceremony enter the last stage!"

There is no doubt that it is halbo's voice. Under the calm whisper, there is the most unscrupulous paranoia, conceit and madness.

"I really can't wait."

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"Black! Sirius Black - things have changed!"

It is still the largest battlefield in London. Sirius and several other teams are cooperating with fire dragon norbeta to make a strong attack against wave after wave of crazy wizards in front.

It must be admitted that the advantages brought to them by a fire dragon are undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's anti magic and extremely flexible flight ability, which is almost second only to the giant, the impact effect on the ground is obviously very good.

In addition, those crazy people are just crazy, but they don't have the same good wisdom as those black pupil wizards. At present, the situation here has suddenly changed from "gradually balanced" to "greatly inclined" to them.

Barlow, who had been helping the crazy wizards, actually began to think that the battlefield was about to see the end.

But who knows, at this time, a loud voice from the edge of the battlefield immediately aroused the ideas of many people - of course, Sirius, who is being called by the wizard supported by the Federation, not to mention Sirius.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place first. I'll see what's wrong."

Although this is certainly a very important time point, after all, the battlefield is about to be completely swept and cleaned up, and even detained a number of "Prisoners" more or less.

However, Sirius could not ignore the wizard behind him at the moment - in fact, he had seen the man stumble to the ground after shouting a few times, and seemed to be unable to get up again.

"I see, you go! You can rest assured that there is obviously no more accident here."

"Well, thank you."

After nodding his thanks to Barlow, Sirius turned and ran to the rear of the battlefield.

"Make way, let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were many people around the wizard who just shouted and ran, and it seemed that there was a therapist brought by the Federation support team.

When they found out that Sirius was coming, they quickly made way for him so that he could go to the wizard as soon as possible.

Even now, there were people in the crowd who were making him walk faster.

Sirius had a bad feeling at that time.

Sure enough, I haven't seen it clearly just now. Until now, when he saw it from a close distance, he found that the male wizard's clothes lying on the ground breathing hard had been soaked with blood, and the original black wizard's robe had been dyed muddy and terrible dark red!

Next to the wizard, who was obviously seriously injured, the therapist was examining the injury.

"How's it going?"

Sirius squatted down on the side and immediately asked.

"Not optimistic... No, it should be said to be very optimistic." the outstanding therapist of the Federation frowned. "While he is still conscious, ask what he wants as soon as possible. In a moment, he will completely fall into a coma, maybe --"

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious. If the wizard faints from serious injury, it is very likely that he will never wake up again.

However, even so, the movement of his hand did not stop. With a wave of his wand, he tore the clothes between the other party's chest and abdomen completely, revealing an extremely terrible injury.

"Penetrating wound... And smashing spell, can insist on running here, which is the result of hard support with magic medicine."

As the therapist spoke, Sirius just subconsciously glanced at the huge wound, and then leaned down to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Xu was shouting when he ran over just now, which had consumed most of his strength, or because the efficacy of the magic medicine he used to hang his life was disappearing, and the wizard was more angry and less angry.

The short breath and more and more obvious muscle convulsions made him look as if he could swallow his last breath at any time.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm saying?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to respond, Sirius could only repeat it again. This time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of pupils that had spread slightly looked at him.

"I... can't see... Am I going to... Die?"

"No, no," said Sirius in a loud voice so that he could be heard clearly. "I was also badly hurt! You should know that I was framed by the damn dwarf Peter, who blew up almost half the street --"

"Don't lie to me, I just want to make sure... I know I'm hurt." the other party said with difficulty, "forget it. Black, take the God... Take the God... That's faster. I'm afraid I can't hold it... I can't finish."

Sirius listened to him and knew that things might be more serious than he thought.

In fact, even if Sirius is usually the kind of person who is not interested in others, he still knows the identity of the male wizard.

This is the former ace black wizard hitter of the Spanish Ministry of magic. He was just admitted to the anti Black Magic Office of the International Federation of wizards a few years ago. His combat ability and experience in dealing with black wizards are quite excellent.

Not to mention, this one used to have a supporting wizard team.

But now, the whole team is gone, and he himself is on the verge of death - Sirius doesn't believe that their team has not encountered any very terrible crisis.

Yes, even if you run into two black eyed wizards at the same time, you should be able to escape at least half of them? But now, the result can be said to be total extinction!

"How long can his mental state last?" Sirius did not hesitate. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's not sure," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute."

Hearing this, Sirius nodded his head slightly, and then resolutely put out his magic wand against the forehead of the almost fatal striking hand.

Then he bent down again, stared at each other's lax eyes and whispered:

"Take the mind."

The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not a minute, not even thirty seconds. After a while, he straightened his upper body again, and his frowns, which had already been tightly wrinkled, tightened even more.

He was so stunned that he digested each other's memory fragments in situ that he took a very serious and light breath.

"Too much... Too much. How could this happen?"

Just in those twenty seconds, what he saw was a slaughter like hunting.

More than a dozen black pupil wizards surrounded by unknown black matter rushed in all directions from the alleys, intersections, doors and windows... And even the roof around the street where the team was located.

Just a few breaths, the sharp black thorn like a long gun shot at the team like rain, nailing all team members, including the last elite hitter, to the road.

A penetrating wound in his abdomen is obviously from this.