Chapter 1232 Don't Let Me Down

In this world, it seems that there really are "demons".

Of course, the so-called "devil" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram's horns, or even have any particularly obvious symbolism.

However, as stated in the letter from Delphi, it is certain that they possess great power.

According to relevant chapters in the ancient magic book "Abatel", no one knows where the "demon" came from, not even the wizards who tried to activate the demon summoning technique to attract demons. The only thing they can know is that they will be attracted by evil souls, and then come to this world.

The demon summoning technique was designed and created on the basis of this theory.

As for what the demons are capable of...or in other words, how powerful they are. According to Delphi's description, they not only surpass common sense in terms of physical strength, but also possess unique and terrifying innate magic. Ordinary wizards are no different from Muggles in front of demons.

What's even more frightening is that there are no distracting thoughts in the demon's heart, they only come to taste the fresh soul. They have no mercy, they have no fear, they know no good or evil, and even the person who summons them cannot control their every move.

However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful existence is not Haierbo's ultimate goal. Because what he wants is not a disobedient summoner at all, but the ** of that powerful summoner!

That's right, with the help of the immortality of the Horcrux and the immortality of the remnant soul, what Haierbo is best at is snatching other people's bodies and resurrecting them. Needless to say, the demon's body must be difficult to seize, but once he succeeds...

It is hard to imagine how strong Hai Erbo would be if he gave up being a human being.

To be honest, the information that Delphi added really made Maca feel very bad. He read it three times in a row before he could barely digest the information in it, and finally calmed down a little.

But just when Maca turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Akinbad, another thought suddenly popped up from the bottom of his heart.

"Wait," he paused, wondering secretly, "Where did Delphi send this letter? Could it be that she hasn't left London yet?"

Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communication has been greatly affected. If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean Sea, it would be impossible for the ice bird that conveyed the letter just now to be delivered to him so quickly.

Coupled with the fact that he and Delphi had just separated not long ago, Maca could only think that the other party might not have left downtown London until now.

"It's not right, there must be a problem."

Thinking of this, Maca immediately put aside the idea of ​​going back to find Aginbad, and flew over the street following the slight trace of magic power left by the ice bird when it flew over just now.

"This way?"

Maca stepped on the magic book and kept flying forward in the air, carefully sensing the magic fluctuations in front of him while flying. Due to the influence of the gray fog, the magic fluctuations lasted for a short time, and his perception ability was also weakened a lot, making it very difficult to pursue this path.

But not long after, he still touched a deserted alley little by little, and finally sensed some other, stronger magic fluctuations in the deepest part of the alley.

However, he could feel that the fluctuation of magic power was fading rapidly at this moment.

"……underground?"

Before the magic power disappeared, Maca noticed the direction from which the magic power fluctuations were coming from under his feet.

After taking two steps back a little later, Maca waved his hand suddenly, and the brick-paved roadway floor immediately arched up. For a moment, the soil surged and the masonry undulated, and he soon dug a deep hole.

The next moment, Maca jumped into it without hesitation.

"Stone?"

Under the effect of the spell, Maca's body floated down for a while, and as the surrounding brightness decreased little by little, he also fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a solid feeling under his feet.

Shaking his fingers casually, a ball of light emitted a bright radiance under the dark ground, dispelling the darkness around him.

"Ok?"

It can be seen now that what he is stepping on is indeed a big rock... or rather, a stone slab. And on the stone slab, a series of neatly arranged characters and lines gave Maca a sense of familiarity.

Of course, Maca still remembered the mirrored space that he and Delphi had been to. There was only London in black, white and gray, which was impressive. Not only that, but he also remembered how he got into that space in the first place, because he spent a lot of effort to find that kind of stone slab afterwards.

But who knew, at that time he deliberately looked for it but couldn't find it anywhere, but now it just appeared at his feet.

"The magic wave completely disappeared?"

Maca squatted down a little, stretched out his hand to touch the lines on the slate, and couldn't help but secretly said:

"Just now... Delphi should have activated it, right?"

If he had come later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi hadn't sent that ice bird to give him supplementary information, he wouldn't even have come here.

It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.

"What the hell is she trying to do?"

Maca frowned and thought for a while, but put aside the unanswered doubt for the time being, and bent down to study the stone slab. It can be seen that the characters on this slate are obviously different from the last time.

...

Leaving aside the fact that Maca was being extremely confused by Delphi's actions, at least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals were already very clear.

After a fierce battle just now, the two cooperated tacitly and finally beheaded a black-eyed wizard on the spot. Although this battle was fought quite hard, and Harry was injured a little because of it, they were undoubtedly the two who killed the Collector for the first time in this war.

"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Is there any discomfort?"

In the battle just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorn, and the injury looked very serious at that time.

But he still endured the severe pain of being pierced with a big hole in his shoulder, gritted his teeth while bleeding, and finally found a gap to penetrate the opponent's head with the Gryffindor sword.

Afterwards, after all, he lost too much blood due to the prolonged delay, and passed out as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, that scared Neville enough, so he was healed and blooded in a hurry, and he was finally revived.

Hearing Neville's worried question, Harry immediately shook his head.

"It's nothing, you see, it should indeed be just an ordinary injury, and there shouldn't be any strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arms twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his expression was not that good.

"But to be honest, compared to the injury on the shoulder, the feeling that I stabbed that guy's forehead in the end is more uncomfortable." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little sick..."

Because the Gryffindor sword is so sharp, he can hardly feel it when he plunges into the opponent's head, just like when he practiced with the dueling doll earlier.

But even so, the feeling of killing someone with your own hands is definitely not much better.

Slightly lowering his left hand, Harry raised the sword that he had been holding tightly in his right hand. The shiny silver blade was still as clean as a mirror, and the battle just now didn't leave any marks on it, not even a trace of blood. No.

Who would have thought that such a silver sword with exquisite carvings and a gorgeous appearance is actually a big killer that can easily take people's lives?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, so I may not be qualified to say big things... However, that guy has been He must have killed many innocent wizards and Muggles so far, and that's what he deserves!"

As he was speaking, he suddenly glanced behind the witch who was rescued by them before, who was holding her child in her arms and closely following their footsteps.

"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill that lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."

"I know," Harry nodded, "I know, it's definitely right to save people, I don't regret killing him... I'm just, I'm not used to it, I'm a little disgusted."

Clenching the palm of his right hand on the hilt of the sword again, Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, let's not think about it for now..." He breathed lightly, and said silently, "This is disgusting, and it is nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in downtown London. Let the disaster end as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen along the way?"

"Yes!"

These two boys, who were supposed to be graduating from school a year away, are both clutching their weapons, and their bodies are covered with their own blood or the blood of others.

They sighed one after another and walked forward step by step, walking towards the distance in the chaos everywhere.

This is a real catastrophe, a catastrophe that has forced people to face their desperation when they didn't deserve so much pain and grief.

But at this moment, the instigator of this disaster not only has no remorse, but is even in ecstasy as the disaster progresses, letting out bursts of creepy laughter.

"Hurry up... hurry up... the tenth..."

Haierbo stood in the middle of the open space, in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads down, talking softly to himself.

"McLean...excellent young man, don't let me down?"