Chapter 1326: Haierbo's choice

For almost an hour, Maca and Delphi traveled almost all of London. The two of them searched continuously in the city, solving one by one the black pupil wizards who still persecuted Muggle citizens on the streets and lanes in order to prevent certain things from happening.
Although Maca and Delphi are not sure, but to say that these guys are not part of Haierbo's entire plan, Maca will certainly not believe it.
Oh, of course! And Mr. Barlow Stewart-he did a lot of hard work, especially for free!
"Delfi, what's the number?"
"Uh, probably ... probably this is the fifteenth?"
After Maca killed another enemy, she asked the "oldest daughter" who was flying in the air. Obviously, Delphi's performance is outstanding, and her assistance will undoubtedly bring a lot of help to Maca.
"Well done!"
As Maca said, waving her staff to cast a magical soul. Seeing the black pupil wizard who was desperately avoiding Delphi's attack, he suddenly trembled, and then fell straight out of the air.
Although the other party quickly restored control of the body and flew up again, Delphi had already grasped that moment, and ended it with only an ice cone.
"go!"
After seeing the black pupil wizard fall back to the ground, Maca waved immediately:
"Mr. Stewart should have gained something again. Let's go over again."
He was talking. Suddenly, a trembling magic wave swept across him, making both expressions freeze for a moment.
"This is ..." Maccar frowned, looked up and looked up again, "Delfi?"
Delphi, who was sitting on the back of the ice bird, happened to look down, and they looked at each other, then she shook her head slightly at Maca.
"I don't know," she said, "but ... it's quite possible."
"Well."
Maca frowned gravely, and couldn't help but feel much heavier.
"Did you say ... can't you stop it?"
...
In fact, if Maca can now find a way to enter that mirrored space, maybe he can do something.
Unfortunately, Haierbo has already sealed off the entire space.
Since this time, Haierbo has basically stayed in this place, and he has never really shot himself except for the time when he tried to hijack Hermione.
There was a reason why he could bear it and let Marca cut off his men outside.
Because he needs to be prepared and prepared, in this mirrored space, there is a war that he has to be careful about waiting for him!
Yes, the space he set up in the morning is actually the battlefield he set aside for himself not to be disturbed by others.
At this moment, Haierbo was standing in the center of the Big Ben clock room, and his eyes were more serious and serious than ever before.
He stared at the trembling, sturdy black body in front of him, and watched the other person's eyes gradually turn from dull and cold to cold, and a strange kind of spirit slowly emerged from the sight.
When the magic wave that Maca and Delphi noticed suddenly spread out from him, Haierbo immediately raised his toes and stepped gently.
The next moment, the runes on the floor, on the wall, and even on the ceiling all glowed with emerald green light, and countless magical threads swept across the inky figure still suspended in the air.
In this space with only three colors of black, white and gray, this touch of green is particularly striking.
Right now, because the entire demon summoning ritual has not yet ended, the black figure is still unable to move. Those green and tough threads were not obstructed in any way, and all of them were wrapped around each other without leaking, and they were bundled into a large green spindle.
In fact, the control magic cast through the formation is not originally created by Haierbo, but a powerful magic array born during the heyday of ancient magic.
It is said that this magic circle was originally designed to capture ancient giants. Although its demon consumption is huge, it also has the same huge binding force. Even the ancient giant known as the strongest physical force in the world is difficult to break free in a short time.
Today, it is used decisively by Haierbo.
In fact, even if it is Haierbo himself, it is not clear what kind of power the so-called "devil" has. He just learned a little bit about it based on the book "Abatyr" and some other ancient documents that had existed.
Haierbo only knew that what was
summoned
by the demon summoning technique was likely to be stronger than many people thought.
Therefore, in order to ensure the success of his plan, he hesitated to use this very expensive magic circle to control it first.
To be honest, in terms of Haierbo's current state of affairs, such actions are still slightly reluctant. That's why, he just kept the startup time as accurate as possible, so as not to waste his magic.
You know, his current body is still a "temporary substitute" that was previously transformed with Dementors! Even if his mental strength is strong enough, there is simply not enough magic to mobilize.
And while Haierbo was controlling the output of magic power, he was very careful to pay attention to the "big spindle" suspended by numerous threads in the air, and a tiny breath suddenly spread out of the spindle.
It was a breath that was quite familiar to Haierbo, but it was only a moment before he could tell where the breath came from.
The next second, I saw that Haier Bona was still piled with a solemn expression, and suddenly there was a smile of "it really is".
"Hmm ... yes ... it's true! My guess is correct!"
Haierbo stared at the big spindle, but his eyes seemed to be able to see the figure inside, staring at the other side and chuckling loudly.
Then he continued muttering:
"And this means that as long as you have your body and devoured your soul, passing‘ there ’is no longer a problem! What Kern failed to do will be done by me, Haierbo!

Perhaps it was because he had confirmed that his reasoning was completely correct. Haierbo's interest was obviously higher than before, and even his momentum suddenly became much stronger.
But just at the next moment, he finally smelled a dangerous smell from the growing strange weirdness.
"Well……"
A cold, whisper that directly conveyed to the soul made Haierbo tight—it was the first time that he had touched his soul with ease since he studied the rules of the soul to the limit.
This feeling suddenly made him feel strange!
However, it was clear that this was a humming sound when the other party was about to wake up, and the summoning ceremony had not even completely ended.
"……crime."
Another unclear mumble, echoing silently in Haierbo's soul, made him feel creepy.
Haier Bourbon is not a bold person, and his cautiousness is the root reason why he can live to the present. If it were not for his timidity and death, there had been so many more talented wizards passing by in history, why would he have survived to this day?
Now, seeing that the so-called "devil" has not yet officially debuted, there are signs that slightly exceed his expectations. "Whether to suspend it temporarily" has suddenly become a major problem in his mind.
Once that guy is completely in the world, will he be in control of the situation? Will this plan suddenly go bankrupt in the last stage?
There is not much time left for him to regret it.
"Should it be interrupted? Or ... the next best thing, is it enough to get the body this time?"
As long as the ritual is stopped in time before the ceremony is completely successful, the demon summoning will end in the form of "incomplete summoning." The "devil body" that has been successfully shaped will be left behind, and the soul will not be able to complete the advent because of the loss of ritual guidance.
By then, as the host of the ritual, Haierbo will naturally suffer from a decisive backwash of souls-but at least it is better than successfully summoning the demon, but he has no ability to control it.
After all, this "democracy" is not "spiritual summoning", it is a "summoning" in the true sense! God knows whether he will be swallowed by the summoner on the spot?
But think carefully, how much preparation has Haierbo made for this plan?
When he first came out of the ground, he was overcast by Maca, and he lost his physical body without even having time to recuperate.
After that, confrontation with Maca McLean, with the International Federation of Wizards, and the entire world is not an easy task ~ EbookFREE.me ~ especially that McLean, at this level of magic is almost The era of complete loneliness-at least Haierbo thinks that, the young man has reached the average strength of the ancient wizard at the young age!
But don't forget, the number of wizards in ancient times can't be compared with that of modern magic circles. The ability of Maca in the ancient Greek era can also be little known.
However, in the case of being completely out of touch with this era, Haierbo tried every means to take advantage of the advantages that only he had, and deceived the whole world.
Don't look at his unexpected low-key appearance for a lot of time, but the efforts he has made are also unseen by others.
To this day, just because he saw a sign that he might fail, will he give up most of his hard work?
And just then, just listening to that voice murmured again quietly:
"... Gluttony ... great sin!"