Chapter 922: Warning sign! London crisis

What kind of feeling is it when a whole group of monsters are flying towards you?
If you ask Maca with this question, I think he might tell you-it's almost the same as feeling the horses!
Suddenly, the countless black cloaks almost filled Maca's entire vision.
At the last moment, when the fastest monsters slammed into the front, he could even see the scarlet eyes that were close at hand.
But in that second, Maca's right palm suddenly burst into an extremely bright silvery white mist, forcing all the monsters around him to fly away.
It was exactly the next second, a living silver eagle burst out silently from the light fog, and began to circle quickly around him.
Apparently, Maca summoned his patron saint in battle.
In fact, long before he met Haierbo, he thought of using the patron saint to try to deal with these monsters. He used it once while tracking the traces left by Haierbo and breaking the window into the Muggle room.
The results at that time proved that the patron saint works well for these monsters.
It was only after leaving that room that he realized that Haier Possibly had more monsters, so he simply did not use it again, but instead treated the spell as the one left to Haier Po. Surprise.
It now appears that this "surprise" is still very good-at least the moment he called out the patron saint, Haierbo's pair of red eyes suddenly lighted up.
"boom--"
Seeing that a lot of monsters were scattered by his silver eagle, and some even strangled his neck with sharp claws, and dragged away for a distance before being thrown away from the distance, Maca himself felt as if he Came to Azkaban.
Judging from the effectiveness of the patron saint on these monsters, they don't just look like dementors, they may essentially be "upgrades" of dementors.
But I have to say that compared to Dementors, their combat effectiveness is obviously much stronger. In this way, it is no wonder that Kingsley, who also summoned the patron saint, will still be stuck.
Maca turned to the monsters who were knocked up by the people around him, and then put her gaze on Haierbo, who was still behind, and looked at each other calmly.
"... is the patron saint?"
Haierbo certainly knew this magic, and it wasn't known from the minds of modern wizards.
In fact, calling the patron saint to fight was originally a kind of ancient magic, and it was still quite famous in their day.
"And the patron saint summoned without a staff ..." Haierbo's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became cold. "Do you know? You remind me of the old guy of Andros."
A wizard named "Invincible" in the ancient Greek period, this is also briefly introduced on the chocolate frog card, and Maca knows a little about the situation.
"At least I haven't been able to summon a 'giant-sized patron saint.'" Maca shrugged. "As for the staffless cast of the patron saint, this technique is for you ..."
Speaking halfway, he suddenly raised an eyebrow:
"Oh! Sorry ... I almost forgot that you don't seem to be able to use the patron saint."
"Because I don't need it!"
The voice didn't fall, but he saw Haierbo suddenly stretch out his right hand, and a gray flame, much larger than the ordinary monster, spit out from his palm.
His goal was not Maca, but his patron saint of eagles.
Seeing the flame rush through the air, Maca thought, and the silver eagle who was still beating the monster suddenly turned over and hid.
But the gray-black flame seemed to have no inertia. Immediately after changing the direction, it continued to catch up with a slight spin.
Maca can sense that the flame energy released by the group of Haierbo himself is particularly manic. If the patron saint is hit, he will inevitably be affected by some spirits.
Of course, this is actually nothing, the key is that his patron saint is now entangled.
Staring closely at the changing situation, Maca suddenly lifted her left hand when she saw the monsters gathering towards him again, and Silver Mist appeared again, wrapping his fists with his forearms.
There is no wind, and it looks like a flame is flowing and swaying, which is in sharp contrast with Haierbo's gray-black flame.
Both of these are flames that are bound directly under the rules and transformed from magic and will. Although they do not have the high temperature of a normal flame, they have the effect of directly striking the spirit and soul.
"Quick."
With a moment of silent meditation in his heart, Maca rushed out suddenly, and the speed was so fast that the two werewolves behind him couldn't react.
"嘭 嘭 嘭 "
The incredible speed pulled the silver-white mist into ribbons, rushing left and right in the surrounding area, and each light band represented an impact of Maca.
In just a few seconds, there were dozens of monsters blown away by his punch, not to mention those individuals who were easily shot and flied.
During this period, the light fog condensed by Maca seemed to continue to increase, and the silver-white light particles remaining on the streets also spilled out in large areas.
When he stopped again and again, he was wrapped in the light and mist of the patron saint, and became a silver-white figure whose body could not be distinguished.
"Suddenly I began to think that the potential of this magic seemed no less than that of the sorcery ..."
Maca looked at Haierbo's figure through the silver fog, thoughtfully.
On the opposite side, Haierbo casually went to those "newbies" who had been blasted into black fog by Maca, and paused slightly:
"Perhaps!"
He said so, but the tone was obviously quite dismissive.
That's right, whenever the right place is used, the power of the patron saint is truly extraordinary. But in the face of a real wizard, the threat it can pose is much smaller.
Unless Maca, like the Andros who had been active in ancient Greece, studied the regular runes corresponding to the patron saint.
However, what is another rule that does not give way to the death rule in the sorcery spell?
After glancing around, after confirming that there are no more monsters around him, he just swayed the lingering silver mist on his body-in terms of Haierbo's expression, the "surprise" of the patron saint is over .
This chase started from the square, so far it can be said that Maca has the upper hand. Because for him, although there are still a lot of these monsters prepared by Haierbo, they no longer have any meaning to continue to use.
"Herbo, next ... Are you planning to leave as many times as before?"
Maca's question seemed to be radical, but his tone and expression seemed bland. After all, he knows that most of these little smarts will not have much effect in Haierbo.
And it turns out that he was right.
"If I think it's time to retreat, running away is naturally a necessary stop-loss method," Haierbo floated in the air, spreading his hands, "but it's just too late."
"Don't go? What else do you want to stay here?"
Haierbo couldn't help sneering at the undisguised questioning of Maca.
"Do you think you have to answer me if you ask?" He said, and suddenly opened his arms. "Okay! There is nothing to say ... because I want to do that, that's it!"
As he said this, the monsters still around the block were scattered and flew all over London.
In this scene, Maca looked in her eyes and put it in her heart ... but she didn't move.
Because he knew that maybe everything else was easy to say, but on this point alone, he really couldn't stop the monsters in a short time.
Therefore, instead of rushing to clear those guys while Haierbo was still in front of him, he might as well focus on Haierbo's "mastermind" first.
He currently does not seek to be able to resolve the other party, but leaving this new body of the other party again, there are so few possibilities ~ EbookFREE.me ~, and only let Haierbo temporarily not cause more harm, He can safely relieve the crisis in London.
Otherwise, who knows what will happen to Haierbo after he leaves?
"Oh? Aren't you leaving this time?"
I don't know if this is a fate. This time, instead of asking this sentence, he replaced it with Haierbo.
I remember that last time in London ’s underground black market, Maca was driven by Helber, and now on the ground in London, almost the same incident has happened again.
Only this time, Maca's choice was exactly the opposite of that time.
"No more ..." He sighed. "You, the uninvited 'guest', haven't left yet. I'm a half 'master' here. How can I leave first?"
Immediately after, Maca continued:
"But time is running out, I think you should go back!"
After all, he didn't want to talk any more, raising his hand was a beam of cold light. At the same time, he himself rushed towards Haierbo.
The distance between the two was shortened rapidly.
In the middle, I saw Maca gently stepping on the ground during the run, and no more magic books were used to support it, and she leapt forward.
In mid-air, a cold current swirled around him, and ice crystals and snowflakes kept falling and scattered.
Seeing this, Haierbo knew that Maca's blow must be extremely powerful, and even he could not calm down. When Maca came towards him, he quickly retreated.
Suddenly, another beam of light passed over where Haierbo was ... Unfortunately, it failed.
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