Chapter 1516

I do not know when, even the fog that has shrouded the city for a long time has left the streets of London, but there is another silent figure alone.

To be honest, after London has finally become an empty city, it will seem very abrupt no matter who appears here. Just because there are no more people here, even if there are more people on the empty road, no one will find it.

I don't know how long it had passed before the figure suddenly reached out and touched the empty left shoulder. A pair of eyes seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

"That woman... Should I say she's stupid? Or should I say she's smart? She died tomorrow morning and left so many troubles to hinder my progress..."

Yes, it was halbo, who already had the body of the devil, who was in London at this time. The muscles on the dark body were twisted and glowed like metal in the sunshine.

Although the so-called "devil" does not have the "sheep horn" or "bat wing" described in Muggle mythology, no one will doubt its identity just looking at the human body that is completely different from human.

However, at present, one arm is surprisingly missing from Haier's strong body,

His left arm seemed to have been cut off shoulder to shoulder by some sharp weapon. There was no blood on the section, and only a little black material that looked like granulation was creeping constantly.

There is no doubt that it is a strange state that the demon body tries to regenerate the lost arm, but it has always been unable to break through some obstacles.

"However, loina, you are still dead after all, aren't you? I must admit that your wisdom and talent are beyond my reach. With only a few decades of life, I touched the space truth belonging to the same three-level rules, and printed the incomplete space rule symbols on the body of the alchemical half life body..."

Speaking of this, halbo involuntarily touched the fracture of his left shoulder - the extremely smooth touch clearly told him that the rules of space still remained.

Obviously, the bronze Eagle exhausted its magic and caused much more damage to halbo than Maka thought. At that time, Haier Bo certainly didn't leave Hogwarts just because he couldn't break through the space blockade.

But then he could see that halber shook his head expressionless again.

"But unfortunately," he said coldly, "you are still dead! This proves that although my wisdom is not as good as you, I have made the most correct choice - only a long enough life can support the wizard to climb the peak of magic truth step by step!"

While halbo was talking to himself like he was underground, the slowly creeping black granulation at the section of his left arm seemed to be growing, extending and intertwined with each other... Although the speed was very slow, his left arm was undoubtedly recovering.

"Well --"

Suddenly, Haier Bo, who was still talking alone just now, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sun.

Because there was no fog over London, the sun splashed down heartily. Looking directly at the past, it naturally looked very dazzling.

But halber didn't feel it. He just looked at him from a distance and whispered:

"Soon... Loina, can you stop me once or twice? Can you stop me three or four times? As soon as the time comes, no one can stop me... Well, soon... Soon!"

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"Well, Lupin, I'll give it to you. Next, I'll go to the front line. When the Muggle people along the way are evacuated, I'll return with Kingsley and them. Anything else... We'll talk about it then!"

After leaving this account, Maka left spiral town again and rushed to the battlefield as he said.

When he finally came to the front line of the battlefield, which was said to be in a very bad situation, he saw with his own eyes how embarrassed the state of the cleaning and suppression team was.

Seriously, this is clearly not the status quo that intelligence personnel can fully convey through ciphertext or oral message.

"Kingsley, are you hurt?"

Maka could not help frowning at the sight of Kingsley's bare upper body and bandaged waist and abdomen - even Kingsley, as the front-line commander in chief, was injured. Naturally, members of other teams can imagine.

"Maka, you're here at last!" seeing Maka appear in front of him, even with Kingsley's composure, I can't help feeling a little excited, "Maka, the situation here is really not very good, the fog in London..."

"Needless to say, I met Charlie of the Weasley family, and then went back to spiral town. In addition, I basically know everything I need to know now."

As Maka said, regardless of many previous changes, the battlefield has revealed the tragedy on the front line.

Just looking around, the main battlefield ahead was full of wandering corpses, and the suppression team did not dare to run directly in front of them to stop them.

Just because the evacuation team was caught up by the corpse army, half of the city was swallowed into the fog and transformed into the same kind. In addition, a part was added continuously on the way. At present, the number of corpses has even exceeded the scope covered by the fog.

Among those living corpses, the most remarkable is the new types in different forms - after various spells and Muggle weapons, those guys seem to have grown up.

For example, the flying corpse that Maka removed earlier is obviously one of them.

It can be seen that some of them are as huge as giants, and their bodies are gathered by the remains of a large number of living corpses. Some are agile and run around like monkeys. They even have a breakthrough in magic ability, and their dark bodies are wrapped with flames or ice.

In order to ensure their own safety, the suppression team can only fight and retreat now, and never stay in the same place for too long. Moreover, as a close combat expert, Harry kept waving his long sword around the team to avoid those fast small corpses rushing into the team as much as possible.

But even so, the wounded will inevitably appear, and the battle will become more and more difficult.

Looking at the scene like a crowd of demons, Maka immediately thought. Suddenly, a large area of light and fog appeared around him in an instant, and then suddenly condensed.

At the next moment, his patron saint of the Silver Eagle immediately spread his wings and rushed towards the hard fought elimination team.

However, Maka herself did not follow the past, but after calling out her patron saint, she looked at Kingsley next to her again.

"I think I have to ask you a question," he frowned. "Where's Delphi? Didn't she come with you?"

Yes, the bad situation on the front line was indeed beyond Maka's expectation. When he came to the battlefield and took a look, he finally found the problem that led to his "miscalculation".

"Where's Delphi?"