Chapter 1351

"Great sin... Clear... All sins need to be destroyed!"

The defect of the devil's neck is recovering, but the other party's crazy action makes Maka have no chance to make a targeted attack at all.

Facing the big tree as light as a stick in each other's hands, he can only retreat one after another. When he burned the tree to ashes by the power of magic, he saw a straight fist coming with a violent roar, forcing him to dodge again.

But only the strong wind brought by the fist can make people's cheeks ache. It's not easy for Maka to approach the past and continue to attack his neck?

"Click -"

When the cold air overflowed, Maka used the power of cooling rules again, but even the ultra-low temperature freezing had no effect at all.

Looking at the black devil who broke the ice and chased himself quickly after only a pause, Maka could only lead him to the Muggle block that had been cleared by the army as far as possible, and then kept looking for opportunities in circles.

However, the other party was about to completely recover from the wound on his neck, and he couldn't find a chance to take advantage of it. On the contrary, the other party used space to move several times and took the initiative to shorten the distance, which almost hit him hard.

It's no joke to be beaten by the devil's crucible sized fist! Even Maka can't help being more careful.

"Boom!"

Coldly, another explosion bloomed in front of the devil. The huge impact drove him back a few steps, but that's all. Because of the advantage of space movement, Maka didn't even take advantage of it.

Unconsciously, although Maka repeatedly induced the other party to stay away from those evacuation routes, he himself was gradually forced to the edge of the other end of the city.

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Compared with Marca, who is always dealing with the enemy, Harry is obviously only a fugitive - even if his escape is actually repeatedly requested by the former.

"Don't think about it. That guy McLean is right. Don't go there on impulse! Even if Godric is reborn, he must rely on the real power of the sword to deal with it - like you, you are only limited to waving with the sword, and you are more likely to be killed with one blow!"

Not only was Harry uneasy in his heart, but the branch hat he wore on his head repeatedly reminded him not to overestimate his strength, so that he could only watch from a long distance, anxious but helpless.

Yes, Harry knew that the branch hat was right, even more.

If he rushed into the war, Maka had to be distracted from rescue because of the danger... If Maka was injured, he would have no time to regret.

But having said that, Harry was equally afraid to leave. In order to be in place in time when Maka needs the sword in his hand, he can only watch Maka and the "black big man" fight and run to the remote place from a distance, and see that Maka is about to be forced out of the city by the other party.

"Eh? Someone?"

Suddenly, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a light sound of the Sorting Hat, which made him subconsciously look around.

"Don't look, I'm right here... Behind."

Hearing a strange voice behind him, Harry quickly held the wand and sword in his hands with some vigilance and looked back.

"You are -"

"Barlow Stewart, ivamani came to help."

"Ah! It's those American..."

Just as the wizard standing behind Harry said his identity, he was Mr. Stewart, the principal of ifamani in the United States, who had previously helped Marca search for the black pupil wizard.

After being stunned, Harry looked at the direction of the battle between Marca and the devil, and then said to Stewart:

"Sir, please don't go there. It's dangerous!"

"Oh, I understand," Stewart nodded calmly. "I can see that the level of confrontation is completely beyond the capacity of modern wizards. Even if I go up, I can only die."

Seeing Stewart speak simply, as if he didn't mind his poor strength at all, and was calmly becoming a spectator, Harry couldn't help feeling speechless.

Are you too anxious? Or was the other party too cold?

"What's the matter?" Stewart seemed to notice the tangle in Harry's heart and shook his head. "Do you think I'm not enterprising and don't know how to regret the gap?"

After a little meal, Stewart smiled, and then went on:

"I'm not as young as you... I also had a hot blooded period, but the reality clearly told me one thing - I'm not the protagonist, I can't and don't dare to be. No matter how hard I try, I'll always be a 'shadow'... Maybe you don't know, I'm one of the principals of ifamani..."

At this point, Stewart suddenly reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and then said leisurely as if with some emotion:

"Sometimes, a person has to see his ability clearly. After all, some geniuses can't catch up with me. To be honest, you should understand this earlier than me... Because the goal around you is much more terrible than the 'that' around me!"

As Stewart said, he is one of the two principals of ifamani, and he is also a "shadow principal" whose strength and achievement are always worse than the other.

Of course, this kind of thing Harry must not know. He is still wondering about the inexplicable appearance of principal Stewart behind him!

The headmaster, who seems to be a little pessimistic about everything, just resonated because he saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart. Did he come to talk to him?

"... sir?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little wordy," Stewart suddenly shook his head again. "Being enterprising is obviously a good thing, but I say it like a poison... Sorry, forget what I just said!"

As he spoke, he looked away at the direction of Maka's fight with the devil. Seeing that it was getting farther and farther away, he couldn't help walking forward a few steps.

In fact, few people know why Stewart came to London, but he obviously has a very clear purpose.

Harry saw that he didn't seem to want to say anything any more, so he continued to look at Marca while being a little vigilant.

Only the sorting hat on Harry's head was lowered and whispered:

"I'm a loser. I've seen a lot in my life..."