Chapter 1532

It's getting dark.

With the sun really sinking into the horizon, another night has come. Bid farewell to the rare and pleasant weather during the day. Unconsciously, the night wind blew.

Although I don't know if the hell god wants to set off the atmosphere for the upcoming "important play", it's obvious that no one will rejoice in its "enthusiasm and thoughtfulness".

After all, this is not a stage play for leisure and fun, but a real disaster and war related to many lives!

"Minister schacker, the town of faresham is behind! The people in the town have completely moved to the place of refuge, and Miss Granger has rushed back and is leading the volunteer team back to Canterbury!"

"I see... Marca! Did you hear that?"

"Of course! You're going back too! Harry stays and the others retreat as planned -"

With the help of Hermione and her volunteers, Maka's plan seems to be back on track. Now, it will soon enter the last stage of the whole plan.

It must be said that except for this most critical stage, the rest of the actions are actually only midway episodes, which will not affect the final result expected by Maka.

From the death of Gary's grandfather to the mistakes caused by Delphi's failure to fight, it can be said that it will only determine the final casualty figure.

Although it seems cruel to say so, it is true in terms of Maka's plan.

"I see!"

Hearing Maka's loud announcement of retreat from the enemy group in front, Kingsley only gave a brief meal, and then turned around decisively with a big hand.

"Everyone! The phantom moves back to spiral town!"

"Wait --"

Just as the vast majority of people followed orders and began to move away from here, a figure suddenly rushed from the back of the team to the front.

"Kingsley schacker, where's my grandfather?"

"Why, can't you trust Maka? Since Miss Granger has given your grandfather to Maka before, he will be fine..."

"I can't trust you!"

Watching the boy gnash his teeth at himself, Kingsley immediately frowned slightly, shook his hand and pointed to the dark battlefield under the night ahead:

"OK! Then go and ask Maka yourself - of course, if you have the courage!"

At the moment, the front line of the battlefield is dark, and most of the living corpses like the son of the devil have been coated with a layer of strange black material. In addition to Marca, even Harry could only fight with a magic wand and a sword. He fought very carefully with the light of magic.

If Gary stepped into it under such circumstances, he would not even know how to die.

"Why, dare not?"

"Hum!"

I don't know where this guy borrowed his courage. Stimulated by Kingsley, he finally couldn't bear the impulse in his heart. He suddenly opened his legs and was about to run forward.

When Kingsley saw this, he immediately reached out and grabbed the boy's back collar accurately and pulled it back.

"I thought it was Slytherin, but it turned out to be Gryffindor..."

He murmured, and then he shook his head and said:

"Let's go! Maka has checked your grandpa and temporarily suppressed his curse - it's impossible to cure your grandpa immediately. Obviously there's no time now, but it doesn't seem too difficult for Maka if it just doesn't get worse."

Speaking of this, Gary, who was caught by himself, seemed to have finally calmed down. Kingsley let go of the other party, and then finally added:

"So, just follow us back first! Don't get in the way here - I've sent your grandfather to the refuge point in Calais, France!"

Gary's eyes widened when he heard it.

"You... What you said is true? Grandpa is really saved?"

"Believe it or not!"

Before the words fell, Kingsley suddenly stretched out his hand again and grabbed the annoying boy's wrist again. Then the next moment, with a moment of spatial fluctuation, they disappeared from their original place at the same time.

Before long, no one else except Harry existed near the battlefield here. Maka in the enemy group felt the still numerous corpses in front of her, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Sure enough, such a large number of enemies can't be cleared in a day or two!"

……

In the end, it seems that as Maka expected in advance, the defensive war of spiral town is inevitable.

But before that, Hermione, who was directing the evacuation of volunteers in Faversham Town, finally exposed some problems that had been expected.

At present, seeing the huge black outline representing the fog on the other side of the town gradually approaching and oppressing like a mountain, some of these young volunteers are still nervous and afraid.

"... don't panic, we still have a long way to go! Don't worry about the things in the camp. All use the phantom shape shifting spell to retreat. The target is the open space outside the church ruins at the entrance of spiral town!"

It can be said that in fact, the vast majority of people can remain calm. After all, volunteers who dare to respond to Hermione's call and take risks basically have a strong heart.

However, there are so many people here that it is inevitable that some people will fall off the chain at the critical moment.

"Ah --"

Cold, a scream sounded from the crowd of people who were moving away one after another, which surprised many people, including Hermione.

There is no doubt that some people are split when using the phantom shape shifting mantra because of their lack of concentration.

And it was such a sad cry that those companions who could barely suppress their timidity to cast a spell also tightened their hearts, and then there was an accident.

To be honest, the number of accidents is not much, but it has become a very fatal event at present.

"Don't worry! I said, there's plenty of time!"

As Hermione shouted, he hurried to the side of the volunteers who had a more serious condition. He took out the white fresh essence on his body for emergency treatment.

However, in order to transfer Gary's grandfather, her Beaded Handbag was temporarily empty, and later she gave the bag directly to Maka. Now she has only a very small amount of magic medicine with her. I'm afraid it's not enough.

"Don't be nervous! I will never leave you!"

Hermione shouted, looking at some of her companions crouching on the ground in pain.