Chapter 1280 Reappearance of "Black Death"

What Thomas, who was hiding in the back kitchen of the restaurant, heard was not an explosion!

"boom--"

When Charlie landed heavily on the roof on his fire dragon, there was a dull pounding sound, and the bricks and rubble were scattered all over the place.

The roof is sloping, and for the fire dragon's grasping power, it is as crisp as a French mille-feuille. For this reason, Norberta fluttered her wings and slid on the top several times before barely holding on to the edge of the brick to stand firm.

Then what followed was an annoyed roar from her.

"Roar--"

Xu Shi just stood on the roof and yelled, but Norberta lowered her head slightly, and even found the figure passing by the street below. Then, a stream of fiery flames spewed out from her mouth immediately.

Naturally, it was impossible for such a big movement not to be noticed.

The black-eyed wizard who was being chased by Harry for a circle, and finally returned to this small street by a strange coincidence, immediately waved his backhand above his head, and the black matter that had originally surrounded him instantly condensed on top of him. A curved shield appeared.

But when the flaming dragon's breath really fell to his side, he turned around suddenly, and with the help of the protective cover, he hurriedly flashed into the hole in the wall from the beginning.

The next moment, that beam of flames that was unusually eye-catching in the dark night fell to the ground, scorching the street into a scorched black pothole.

"It's broken!" Charlie on the back of the dragon saw it, and immediately shouted at Harry who was chasing after him, "Come in! The wizard with the wound just now is inside!"

In fact, Charlie wanted Norbeta to spray a flame into the hole in the wall just to prevent the black-eyed wizard from running into it. But who knows, he was still sneaked in by that guy!

"...I hope it's okay!"

Seeing that Harry soon followed in through the hole in the wall, Charlie, who was lying on the dragon's back and looking down, finally retracted his neck, and then muttered softly.

As far as the current situation in London is concerned, people who can still walk around the streets and alleys are more or less capable. Not to mention, just now he clearly saw that the other party came in with a wounded person who was unable to move.

So in his opinion, even if he suddenly encountered the black-eyed wizard, the other party might not have the ability to save his life in a short time.

However...how should I put it?

Charlie's guess was correct, but the actual situation was obviously far from his imagination.

...

"Boom!"

When a figure suddenly burst in from the hole in the wall, Thomas, who was already procrastinated and a little slow, was stunned on the spot.

Who is this here! How come it comes with a flame background?

Looking out of the hole in the wall behind the opponent, suddenly there was a violent pillar of fire falling from the sky, and Thomas couldn't react at all at this moment. He didn't shiver under the watchful eyes of those black eyes until the opponent moved aside, avoiding the stream of flames splashing in from the outside.

No matter who that guy is, it's definitely not a good thing.

"Disarm you!"

Thomas, who instantly felt the deadly threat, once again used the disarming spell that was almost invincible before - even if the opponent didn't have a weapon in his hand, it would be good to be able to throw this guy out, wouldn't it?

But this time, the disarming spell that had helped him several times in a row finally hit a wall, and it was a curved "black wall".

"Shhh-"

When the black-eyed wizard set up a black shield, the red arc of magic power also hit it. Suddenly, when the light particles scattered, this absolutely powerful disarming spell was completely blocked, and it didn't even have the slightest effect on the opponent.

Then, at the moment when Thomas' spell was almost over, and there was no time to do anything, a sharp black thorn flew towards him.

Dreadful!

Thomas doesn't care about image at all... Of course,

He had never cared about his own image, and when he saw him, he rolled to the side on the spot, dodging the deadly black thorn very ugly.

Then, he subconsciously looked at the armchair he was sitting on earlier, only to find that the chair had been directly penetrated by the black thorn and nailed to the wall.

Needless to say, if he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been chained there with the chair now!

However, this is not the end.

Not long after the first black thorn pierced into the wall, the second immediately followed. At a loss, Thomas, who hadn't had time to get up, rolled over in a hurry...

"Oops, it's too late!"

The second after this thought suddenly flashed in his mind, he who had just rolled over to the side suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and immediately, his leg could no longer move.

"what--"

Thomas was just an ordinary person, and he was not very temperamental. Right now, his left leg was pierced by a black thorn, and before the blood even had time to flow out, he couldn't help scratching his injured leg and howling dryly.

But immediately afterwards, when he caught a glimpse of the third black thorn out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't scream no matter how painful it was. The fear of death made him suddenly calm down, and his mind became blank just like when he was in the alley.

Up to this moment, only a few seconds have passed since the black-eyed wizard broke in, and the flame dragon's breath outside has not even completely dissipated.

"Are you finally going to die?"

Looking at the third black thorn that was about to end his life, it suddenly flew towards him, and the target was the chest and abdomen that he couldn't move at all.

"Well, why did I say 'finally'?"

In the field of vision, the black thorn gradually enlarged... Did it slow down? Or is it that the moment before death is always extraordinarily long?

"Oh, yes! Logically speaking, I should have died a long time ago. It was only because of an inexplicable accident that I dragged myself to this day..."

Suddenly, the scene of him beating a person to death with a stone flashed through Thomas' mind.

"Didn't you say that people will look back on their own life before they die? Why do you only have this memory that I don't want to recall when you come to me?"

"Ah! That's right, I killed a person who couldn't resist... Maybe this is retribution!"

No, not like that! That guy should be damned—that lunatic killed more people, I just want to protect more people!

Yes, I have to kill him, I have to kill him! I……

Thoughts flitted through Thomas' mind one by one, either frankly or sophistry. And his spirit, along with these thoughts, is constantly getting closer to a certain force hidden in the soul.

Finally, at the moment when the sharp black thorn was about to touch his chest, a black mist burst out from all over his body, covering his whole body inside.

Immediately, a muffled sound of "clang" spread from the back kitchen, and the black thorn was slapped aside by him. The force of that blow was so great that several cracks were smashed into the wall.

Think back to the Black Death under Voldemort's hands. At the cost of losing the ability to cast spells, all the magic power in the body was turned into energy that strengthened the body. But unlike Voldemort's "half hanger", Thomas still maintained a clear consciousness.

Of course, this is the first time that the "arrogant" rule Thomas has been inspired, and it is obvious that he has not yet stabilized on the mental level. Those emotions just now have unconsciously turned into a fighting impulse that is eager to be released.

"Roar--"

At this moment, Maca was actually sitting on the old sofa beside him, watching the scene quietly.

This time, apart from secretly monitoring the situation and planning to save Thomas' life when he failed to activate the energy, he didn't make any other interventions.

So everything just now was indeed done by Thomas with his own will.

As he rushed towards the black-eyed wizard wrapped in black air, Maca took another glance at the staff in his hand. Undoubtedly, the red streamer on the surface of the stone ball became brighter again, and the trembling trend continued to increase as Thomas changed.

But Maca knew very well in his heart that no matter how much it trembled, it was impossible to reach its limit. Because only one Thomas can't change too many things.

But...well, that's enough.

"boom!"

Suddenly a loud noise came from the front, and Maca raised his eyes to look—it was Thomas.

It was seen that his fist filled with black mist had already slammed heavily on the spherical shield that the black-eyed wizard had just propped up. That huge force forcibly pushed the big black ball as tall as a person through the wall and flew out.

It was a coincidence that at almost the same time, Maca saw Harry with the Gryffindor sword in his hand rushing in from the previous hole in the wall.

When Harry noticed a figure covered in black mist running out from the newly created hole, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he turned around and followed.

When he returned to the street outside again, he saw that black unknown figure was smashing a big black ball, with every blow so powerful that the ground seemed to be shaking.

And although the black ball was still intact up to now, it was smashed into the ground by that guy like a pile driver.

To be honest, Harry, Voldemort's black dead disciple, knew it. Not only did he know, he had seen it before, just like the guy not far away.

But if you want to say whether the guy emitting black smoke is a Black Death Apostle, it's a bit uncertain... If you have to say it, Voldemort has been killed by Maca a long time ago, and there may still be some "Black Death Apostles" "?

In any case, the other party was hitting the black-eyed wizard now, which Harry was happy to see. So, at least for now...

"Perhaps it is a good choice to calmly watch first?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head, and exchanged glances with Charlie on the roof.