Chapter 1232: do not let me down

In this world, it seems that "devil" really exists.
Of course, the so-called "devil" is actually just an appellation. They may not have a pair of curved ram horns, and they may not even have any particularly obvious symbols.
However, according to the letter sent by Delphi, they have certain power.
According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magical classic "Abatir", no one knows where the "devil" came from, even the wizards who tried to start the demon summoning to bring in demons. The only thing that can be known is that they will be attracted to the sinful soul and then come to this world.
Demon Summoning is designed and created on the basis of this theory.
As for the power of demons ... or how powerful they are. According to Delphi, they not only surpass common sense in terms of physical strength, but also possess unique and horrific talent magic. Ordinary wizards are no different from Muggles in the presence of demons.
Even more frightening is that there are no thoughts in the devil's heart, they come only to taste the living soul. They have no pity, they have no fear, they do not know good and evil, and even the person who summons them cannot control their every move.
However, it is not the ultimate goal of Haierbo to summon such an amazing and powerful existence. Because what he wanted was not an obedient summoner at all, but the powerful summoner!
Yes, with the immortality of the Horcrux and the immortality of the remnant soul, Haierbo is best at stealing the body of another person to resurrect. Needless to say, the devil's body is definitely difficult to capture, but if he succeeds ...
How strong Haierbo would be to give up is really unthinkable.
Honestly, the information that Delphi added added really made Maca very uncomfortable. He read it three times in a row before he could barely digest the information in it and finally calmed down.
But when Maca turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Akinbad, another thought suddenly popped out from her heart.
"Wait," he motioned, wondering secretly. "Where did Delphi send the letter from? Did she say she hasn't left London yet?"
Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communications have been greatly affected. If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean, it would not have been possible for the ice bird to pass credit to him so quickly.
Coupled with the fact that it was not long before that he and Delphi were separated, Maca can only think that the other party may not have left downtown London until now.
"Nothing, there must be something wrong."
Thinking of this, Maca cast aside the idea of ​​going back to find Akinabad, and followed the traces of magic left by the icebird just before flying up the street.
"Are you here?"
Maca stepped on the magic book, and kept flying forward in the air, while carefully sensing the magic wave in front. Because of the influence of the fog, the magic wave remains for a short time, and his perception ability has weakened a lot. It is very difficult to pursue this way.
But shortly after, he touched an unmanned street a little bit, and finally felt some other, more responsive magic wave in the deepest part of the alley.
However, he could feel that the magic wave was disappearing quickly at the moment.
"……underground?"
Before the magic disappeared, Maka noticed the direction in which the magic waves came, and they came from under his feet.
After taking two steps later, Maca waved her hand suddenly, and the original brick laneway arched. Suddenly, the earth undulated with masonry, and soon he dug a deep hole.
The next moment, Maca jumped into it without hesitation.
"stone?"
Under the action of the curse, Maca's body floated down for a while, and as the surrounding brightness decreased slightly, he also fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a hard sense coming from his feet.
Shaking his fingers arbitrarily, a luminous group emitted a bright light under the dark ground, dissipating the darkness around him.
"Ok?"
Now you can see that what he stepped on was indeed a large stone ... or, in other words, a slate. On the slate, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maca a sense of familiarity.
Maca, of course, remembers that the mirrored space that I had visited with Delphi at the time, only London in black and white and gray, was impressive. Not only that, he even remembered how he got into that space in the beginning, because afterwards he spent a lot of effort to find that type of slate.
But who knows, when I was looking for it but couldn't find it anywhere, now it appeared at his feet.
"The magic wave has completely disappeared?"
Maca squatted down slightly, reached out and touched the lines on the slate, and said secretly:
"Just now ... should Delphi start it?"
If it comes later, I'm afraid he should have missed it again ... no, if Delphi didn't send the ice bird to send him additional information, he wouldn't even be here.
It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.
"What is she trying to do?"
Maca frowned for a moment, or put aside the doubt that could not find the answer, and leaned down to study the slate. It can be seen that the characters on this slate are obviously different from the previous one.
...
Not to mention that Maca's side is extremely confused by Delphi's actions. At least, compared to him, the goals of Harry and Neville are very clear.
Shicai went through a fierce battle, and the two tacitly cooperated to finally kill a black pupil wizard on the spot. Although this battle was very hard, and Harry was injured a little bit, they were undoubtedly the two who killed the collectors for the first time in this war.
"Harry, is your shoulder OK? Are you feeling any discomfort?"
Earlier in the battle, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black stab, and the injury looked very serious at the time.
However, he still resisted the severe pain of having a big hole in his shoulder, biting his teeth while bleeding, and finally found a gap that penetrated the opponent's head with a Gryffindor sword.
Later, after all, he lost too much blood because of the long delay, and passed out as soon as the battle was over.
Honestly, that scared Neville enough, and he was in a hurry to heal and replenish his blood, and finally he woke him up.
Upon hearing Neville's inquisitive question, Harry immediately shook his head.
"It's okay, you should be just a normal injury. There should be no strange black magic attached to the black thorn."
After waving his arms to Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face was not so good.
"But really, it feels more uncomfortable to stab my head in the end than to hurt my shoulder." He frowned and murmured softly, "I feel a little sick ..."
Because the Gryffindor sword was so sharp, he felt almost no touch when he plunged into the opponent's head, similar to when he practiced with a duel puppet earlier.
But even so, the feeling of killing yourself is definitely not much better.
Putting down his left hand a little, Harry raised the sword that had been held tightly in the right hand. The silver-bright sword was still as smooth as a mirror. The previous battle did not leave any traces on it, not even a trace of blood. No.
Who would have thought that such a silver sword with exquisite carving and gorgeous appearance is actually a big killer that can easily take human life?
"Harry, don't think too much," Neville reached out and patted his shoulder, comfortingly said, "Although I didn't kill it with my own hands, I may not be qualified to say anything ... But that guy is so far He must have killed many innocent wizards and Muggles so far, and that is his deserved retribution! "
As he was talking, he suddenly glanced behind him at the witch who had been rescued by them, now holding her child and closely following the steps of the two.
"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."
"I know," Harry nodded. "I know, it must be right to save someone. I didn't regret killing him ... I just, I'm not used to it, I'm a little sick."
Gripping the right palm of the hilt again, Harry took a deep breath.
"Well, don't think about it anymore ..." He whispered quietly, "This disgusting point is nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in the city of London now, I just hope ~ www. EbookFREE.me ~ This disaster can be ended as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen as we go along? "
"Yes!"
The two boys, who were supposed to be a year away from school, were holding their arms tightly at the moment, both covered with their own blood or the blood of others.
They sighed one after another, marching towards the distance in the chaos of the land.
This is a real disaster, a disaster that has forced people who should not have suffered so much pain and sorrow to face despair.
But at this moment, the creators of this disaster not only have no regrets, but even exult with the progress of the disaster, sending out a burst of creepy laughter.
"Hurry up ... Hurry up ... Tenth ..."
Haierbo stood in the middle of the open space, standing in front of the group of apprentices with their heads down, and whispered to himself.
"McLean ... excellent young man, don't you let me down?"