Chapter 1443

If he is not a squib, but an "excellent" wizard with great talent like Voldemort and even halbo, maybe there will be another trouble in the world that can not be ignored.

However, whether the so-called "good people" or the so-called "bad people", those who are really good enough to affect society are always very few.

Looking at Gunter's back, Maka couldn't help shaking her head - he didn't want to evaluate each other's extremely awkward character. He just sighed that everyone in the world really has it!

A moment later, until the other party's figure was no longer visible, Maka took out his staff and gently stung on the ground beside her feet.

Soon, he saw the soil under his feet suddenly want to turn around, making Maka slowly sink into the ground.

According to Luna, the core of various defensive measures in spiral town should be directly below this wonderful mercury statue.

……

Sirius suddenly found that, I don't know when, the number of living corpses around London that were still increasing gradually suddenly stopped appearing.

Late at night, several consecutive rotation inspections, several teams have not witnessed any abnormalities. Only Maka's spiders are still wandering around the fog in groups.

At this moment, in the temporary stronghold in the outer suburbs, a team that had just gone outside and turned around returned again, and the team members came in one by one from the door.

"How's it going?" Sirius, sitting on a broken sofa, took a sip of refreshing tea and turned to ask, "still the same as before, didn't see anything?"

"Yes," the leader of the team said casually as he also picked up the cup on the wooden table to pour himself tea. "There's nothing - I just met with the support team in the East, and the scope of their responsibility is the same. Suddenly, none of the recovered dead can be seen!"

After that, he picked up the steaming teacup, leaned up and took a sip, and then collapsed comfortably on the sofa.

Sirius looked at the typical Englishman who was addicted to tea, but his thoughts had already flown to the foggy city of London.

He thought something must have happened inside. Otherwise, the frequency of those corpses appearing at the edge of the fog is obviously increasing. Why are they suddenly gone now?

"Sirius."

While he was thinking, the captain of another team greeted his team members to stand up.

"Then we'll go around again."

"Ah," Sirius then recovered, then nodded, "OK... Be careful, don't get too close to the fog! You know, there must be something wrong, be more vigilant!"

"Of course."

Watching this team take over the shift, they successively received the brooms next to the door and rushed out. After the door closed again, Sirius thought, and then stood up from the sofa with a tea cup.

"You have a good rest. I'll blow on the roof and see if anything happens."

"Oh, OK!"

The two teams resting in the living room nodded at him one after another and watched him step on the slightly loose floor and wooden stairs.

This Muggle house, which they regard as a temporary stronghold, has obviously not been inhabited for a long time.

Before long, when Sirius climbed up from the attic and stood on the ridge watching the previous team flying away on brooms, his vision gradually fell into the shadow like a mountain in the distance.

It's night now. Obviously, this is by no means a suitable time to look into the distance.

……

Kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, kick.

But when those footsteps become more and more with the passage of time, the original chaotic movements are gradually integrated together, so that people can no longer hear any special sense of violation.

The number of living corpses gathered in the city center is increasing rapidly.

To be honest, even with lupin, they have been trying to count the number of casualties due to the attack, but there is still a great error between the statistical results and the actual casualties due to the hurry of time and the inconvenience of statistical means.

But now, when the living corpses in the whole city are gathered in the center of the city according to the guidance, the intuitive scene will be deeply astonished.

"So... Have so many people died?"

No matter who, even if Maka can see this scene, she will certainly sigh similar to this in her heart. But for someone, this is a normal thing.

Most of these corpses are Muggles, and a few are wizards. As for vampires, werewolves and other humanoid creatures, there are probably some mixed in it.

Of course, in halber's eyes, these living corpses only need to be divided into two categories - one is an ordinary living corpse that can only beat and bite like a beast; The other is a higher living corpse that can use magic, that's all.

If someone looked down from the top of the street at the moment, he could find that there was a small circular open space at a crossroads in the middle of the dense corpses, where only a black, tall and strong figure stood.

That is the "culprit" of Haier Bo, who still plays with each other in the will of the devil, who summoned this huge number of corpses.

No one knows what his intention is to concentrate so many living bodies in the city center, especially... Before he really has complete control of the body.

"Soon... Soon..."

He stood there, whispering alone, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he were still concentrating on fighting with the devil who almost ruined his previous achievements.

But after saying a few words, he suddenly looked up again, and his eyes as deep as ink looked straight at the sky shrouded in fog.

At that moment, his sight seemed to penetrate the fog at once, and then pierced through the clouds without hesitation, looking at the bright starry sky above the city.

Somewhere far away from the earth, a heavy boulder is flying towards the orbit of the earth at high speed, not far from the day when it is captured by the earth's gravity.

"Time is running out... Not much."

Perhaps this is a necessity. Maka and Haier bo have been repeating the same sentence recently.

"Time is running out."