Chapter 1353

A few days ago, when the mysterious and strange gray fog quickly shrouded the whole city of London, many people... Including Maka, smelled a smell of "disaster".

There is no doubt that it was the beginning of a big trouble - after that, a series of evils and blood just proved it.

The crazy Haier Bo believers and the self lost Haier Bo apprentices, like possessed by demons from hell, raised their wands and started ruthless killing.

They became crazy and cold-blooded black pupil killers. They killed many Muggles and witches with mysterious black magic that people had never heard or seen.

From the moment innocent blood began to accumulate and spread on the wet floor tiles on the street, the disaster began on the stage called "London, England".

So it can be said that the gray fog set up this stage, and the stage was full of sadness and terror.

However, when the fact that "the real devil broke through the barriers of space and suddenly appeared in the city center, but was limited by the shrouded scope of fog" suddenly came to Maka's eyes, he found that he didn't seem to hate the damn fog.

Because, in fact, he saw a buffer opportunity for himself, for everyone, and for the whole British magic world.

……

"Bang -"

A silver light suddenly hit the devil's strong chest. When the light and fog dispersed, Maka stood aside with a staff in her left hand, but didn't move.

After all, there is a limit to the use of rules. After continuous acceleration for many times, his "quickness" ability is finally approaching the limit. When he can't use this ability in a short time, how to continue to fight the devil with terrible physical quality seems to be a big problem.

Yes, after several resurrections, halbo's combat strength has actually recovered to be very similar to the current Maka. But in the mirror space, his time in front of the devil is remote, not as long as Maka.

In addition to belittling the enemy, the key is that Maka has the speed and reaction ability no less than that of the devil!

Unfortunately, his speed does not come from himself, but from the test that roina Ravenclaw prepared for the "candidate".

As soon as the time limit came, Maka could not continue to accelerate in a short time, and for Maka... It seemed that she was directly pulled out of the biggest "balance of power" against the enemy.

Without speed, what else could he use to stand off with the devil? How can we buy more time for Muggles and wizards who are desperately evacuating London?

Kingsley's signal has not yet appeared, which means that it is far from time for him to retreat. In this case, even if he had understood that the other party could not leave the fog, it was useless.

Maka understood all this from the beginning.

Therefore, when he was entangled and delayed with the devil, he had begun to think about other countermeasures after his stall.

Yes... For example, patron saint!

Looking at the wings of the patron saint of the Silver Eagle who had just been summoned by her, Maka was also secretly relieved when she launched an impact on the other party quickly and fearlessly.

yes!

Even with the strength of the patron saint, she simply can't withstand the attack of the devil, but repeated recovery will not cause a great burden on Maka.

This is different from the use of regular magic, which needs a lot of magic to support. The willpower of wizards is also the "nutrient" of the patron saint's curse. Although Maka's mental strength is tired of repeatedly reshaping the patron saint, it can be insisted with perseverance.

So, dragging a right arm that became a burden because of the injury to her shoulder, Maka struggled with the devil for nearly two hours against the roaring Silver Eagle.

In the meantime, Maka seems to be brewing something.

"No... sin! This is not sin... What needs to be destroyed is sin!"

The devil raised his strong chest and let the Silver Eagle, which was bigger than himself, hit his chest. The huge impact made him take a few steps back.

But then he stood firm, and then swung a pair of arms as thick as a doorpost, and forcibly twisted the Silver Eagle patron saint who hit him into a silver fog.

But standing not far away, Maka just frowned, and the lines under her feet did not move.

When the other party took a step and wanted to accelerate towards himself, he saw that the light fog suddenly whirled up, rowed half a circle in the air at a very fast speed, condensed into a Silver Eagle and rushed to the side of the black devil.

The contrast between black and white was particularly strong for a moment.

"Bang!"

Another collision made the other party suddenly stumble, and even if the person out of balance is strong, it is obviously difficult to give full play to his due strength.

The next moment, while the devil regained his balance and attacked the patron saint, Maka, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stretched out the staff in his left hand. Under his urging, a flame of soul burst out at once, and turned into a second black giant eagle the size of the patron saint in a moment.

Needless to say, delphina, who is a "daughter", can use summoning to summon the ice giant bird. At least he can't be a father worse than his daughter, can he?

For a time, two eagles, which were similar in appearance and essence, attacked the devil silently one by one. The scene was spectacular.

In the distance, Harry looked at the scene with strong visual impact and unconsciously held the sword in his hand. He didn't even notice when Stewart left.

"I know the patron saint curse... To tell you the truth, Neville's lion has obviously not lost to Maka's Silver Eagle. But what's the matter with the black giant eagle? Why... Why..."

He seemed to feel something from the giant eagle with black flames, but he couldn't describe it well in words. Then he stopped.

After a while, when the Silver Eagle and the black eagle worked together to entangle the devil, Harry finally said to himself:

"Ah! It's Voldemort - the black eagle, just like I felt when I was watching Voldemort!"

It is a feeling of wanting to be above everyone, everything, and even death. It is a momentum of fearlessness even if it is not recognized by others.

That's

"Confident? Proud? Or... Arrogant?"

This time, Harry's feeling was quite clear and sharp. Unfortunately, if Maka knew what he thought, she would tell him that she was still some distance from the real "arrogance".

After all, as one of the branches of the soul rule, the "arrogant" rune is not suitable for Maka.

While Harry was deeply shocked by the scene in the distance, Marca was still watching the battle carefully in order to judge whether the two eagles were enough to take the place of the previous ones to hold the devil's feet.

"Bang -"

The Silver Eagle was smashed by the other party again, and at the same time, the black giant eagle also rushed to the other party's back and pushed the other party back.

When the devil turned to deal with the shadow, the patron saint of the Silver Eagle quickly gathered and pecked at each other's black bald head.

At first, it might be worse to be a single one, but now the two eagles cooperate with each other, but they finally have the qualification to fight with the devil.

In this way, nearly two hours passed quietly.

When Marca and Harry suddenly saw a red fire rising from a distance and exploding a phoenix like pattern in the sky, they realized that Kingsley had sent a signal at the same time.

Maka, on the other hand, knew better than Harry what Kingsley meant by releasing the signal - it meant that not only the Wizards but also the Muggle people had completed the evacuation, and even the Muggle people had left the foggy urban area with the cooperation of the army.

"Harry, go! Get out of the fog area!"

Maka shouted in the direction of Harry while controlling the two giant eagles to harass the devil.

After hearing this, Harry naturally did not doubt Marca's order. At that time, he stepped on the broomstick and flew straight to the nearest fog boundary.

On the other hand, the second after Maka confirmed that Harry had rushed out of the fog, even if she left the two eagles still fighting with the devil, she turned back and rushed out of the fog.

Before long, I heard two muffled sounds of "bang bang" from the fog wall, and the patron saint of the Silver Eagle finally failed to rush out with him. On the contrary, the black flame giant eagle with the soul flame as the main body also escaped from the fog with his ability of self remodeling.

Seeing the demon's faint figure hovering on the edge of the fog for a while, but it really didn't mean to chase out again, Maka couldn't help but breathe a sigh.

At the very least, it would be unwise to engage the other side again until a more effective way to strike the other side is found.

"Marca? That guy... Can't get out of it?"

Hearing Harry's voice behind her, Marca couldn't help shaking her head.

"At least... It seems so right?"

Even if Harry was notoriously dull among his friends, he could not help but hear an obvious uncertainty from Marca's words. And this is quite rare in Maka.

"... Maka."

"Don't worry," said Marca, turning and patting him on the shoulder. "This is an opportunity for us to regroup. As long as we grasp it, we will get London back sooner or later."

Or "seize this opportunity before halber" - just to reassure Harry, he didn't make it too clear.