Chapter 1416

"Well... Hiss..."

In the east suburb of London, in a bush beside the main road, there was a sudden sound of pumping cold air. Then, with a burst of movement, a figure half squatted and half knelt and climbed out of the grass.

"I'm... Why didn't I die?"

That's Ron. That's right. It's Ron who was cursed by the black wizard and left to die.

I just don't know why, he survived after being hit by the explosion curse in the church last time!

"Er... It's like I want to die!"

Although his heart was full of confusion - after all, the feeling of being hit on the back by the crushing spell still lingers in his mind.

The numbness of pain in the whole back and even the abdominal cavity, as well as the semi solidified large blood stains still left on the clothes and in the grass, are enough to prove how serious the injury was at that time.

Obviously, such a large amount of bleeding alone can make him die twice!

But... Isn't it still dead?

"But -"

Ron still lay on the road weakly, moved his back a little, and suddenly felt a tingling pain. To be honest, the pain is much lighter than before fainting, but it still shows that the injury is still residual.

In other words, compared with the last time, the recovery is still restored, and the healing effect is obviously not as good as the first time in the church.

"Forget it, anyway... Although I don't know why, can I think now..." Ron felt the only sting and whispered to himself, "even if I was fatally injured, I won't die?"

But after a little thought, he soon shook his head.

"Don't think so beautiful. It is estimated that there is something abnormal in the recovery ability, and it seems that the healing speed of the wound is slower than the last time... Anyway, why is this?"

At the thought of this, Ron struggled to get up from the ground and stood firmly by the tree next to him. After reclining against the trunk again, he felt that his feet seemed more powerful. He couldn't help realizing that the inexplicable recovery still didn't stop, and the remaining injuries on his back were still being repaired bit by bit.

He leaned against the tree trunk and raised his hand to hold it slightly. The more practical sense of strength made him feel at ease.

"Inexplicable!"

With such complaints on his lips, Ron felt a little more joy and satisfaction in his heart - even if the resilience might be temporary.

After all, being caught among his growing partners over the years, he has more than once imagined that he has made great progress.

Even in a short time, Ron always longed to be "special". Mediocre and powerless, he has long been fed up with dodging in every crisis and needing protection all day!

"Although... Light can be beaten, but it can't return the hand. Can this be regarded as' getting stronger '?"

While waiting for more strength to recover, he wondered what kind of mentality it should be to be a "hard shell turtle". He touched his body up, down, left and right.

Suddenly, his right hand that touched his chest suddenly paused, and then hurriedly stretched out his hand and took it out of his collar. When he found that he had only pulled out a silver chain with a small bottle cap, the scene of receiving the relics given by Professor Dumbledore flashed through his mind.

"Ah! Is that a small bottle of ashes...?"

At the thought of this, he quickly opened his collar, which had long been broken by the black wizard's explosion curse, and looked down at his chest. There was an indelible gray mark on the skin where the vial had fallen.

Yes, it can't be wiped off. It's like a tattoo directly branded on the skin - although it looks like an ash stain left by not taking a bath all year round. People can't think of his very abnormal physical recovery ability.

"Ah... Is it related to this, or is it just broken by chance?"

The pain behind him completely disappeared and his physical strength further recovered. Although the current state is far from complete recovery, it is obvious that he can't wait any longer.

"There's no time!"

Getting rid of the confusion in his heart that there was no reliable answer, Ron finally stopped staying and wasted time. As soon as he turned around, he embarked on the way to downtown London.

The guys who blocked the intersection before have disappeared, which means that he can no longer think about how to pass.

"Maka... Where are you? I have to find you as soon as possible... Ah, I don't know how long I fell asleep just now -"

"Well, at least it's still light!"

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Seriously, it's easy to find where Maka and halbo are.

Because although they are moving all the time, wherever they hit, they will suffer and make a very big noise.

In this case, it is obviously easy to judge whether it is the black wizards who try to avoid or Ron who wants to find Maka as soon as possible.

Soon, even though he couldn't see too far because of the fog, the amazing fighting sound guided Ron all the way to a block that had become ruins.

"Boom -"

It was so cold that Ron, who had just run here, felt that the ground under his feet trembled violently, like a giant stamping his foot nearby.

Holding his body slightly steady, Ron reached out and held the outer wall of the street store and looked around for a week.

no one! The sound of fighting continued again and again, and there would be a terrible crack on the street from time to time, but he just couldn't see half a figure.

"Maka... Should be here? Fighting halbo? Invisible?"

Several questions passed through his mind one by one. Ron opened his mouth, but he still didn't dare to speak at will. He wanted to call Maka and see if Maka was hiding near here; But when I think that my words may affect Maka's battle, I may even hurt the other party unnecessarily.

But at the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air from the middle of the street not far away.

"Ron?"

Maka stopped in an instant from the high-speed movement and turned to the familiar figure on the roadside who shouldn't appear here anyway.

"Ron... Is it really you?"