Chapter 1442 Time Is Running Out

If he is not a squib, but an "excellent" wizard with extraordinary talents like Voldemort and even Haibo, maybe there will be another trouble in the world that cannot be ignored.

However, whether it is the so-called "good guys" or the so-called "bad guys", there are always only a very small number of people who are really good enough to affect society.

Seeing the back of Gaunt leaving silently, Maca couldn't help shaking his head. He didn't want to comment too much on the extremely awkward character of the other party. He just felt a little emotional. There are indeed all kinds of people in this world!

A moment later, until the figure of the other party could no longer be seen, Maca took out his staff and lightly paused on the ground beside his feet.

Soon, the soil under his feet suddenly wanted to surge around, causing Maca to slowly sink into the ground.

According to what Luna said earlier, the core of the various defensive measures in Spiral Town should be right under this wonderful mercury statue.

...

Sirius suddenly discovered that, at some point, the number of living corpses around London that had been increasing gradually stopped appearing all of a sudden.

In the middle of the night, after several consecutive rotations, the teams did not witness any abnormalities. Only Maca's little spider friends were still wandering around the periphery of the fog in groups dutifully.

At this moment, in the temporary stronghold in the outskirts, a small team that just went outside and turned around returned again, and the team members walked in from the door one by one.

"How is it?" Sitting on a broken sofa, Sirius took a sip of refreshing tea, turned his head and asked, "Still the same as before, didn't see anything?"

"Yes," the captain of this team casually said while picking up the cup on the wooden table and pouring tea for himself, "I just met with the support team on the east side, and the scope of their responsibility is the same. Suddenly none of the revived dead can be seen!"

Having said that, he picked up the still steaming teacup, leaned up to take a sip, and then collapsed comfortably on the sofa.

Sirius looked at this typical Englishman who was addicted to tea, but his thoughts had already flown to the foggy city of London.

Something must have happened inside, he thought. Otherwise, the frequency of those living corpses appearing on the edge of the mist was obviously increasing, why did they suddenly disappear now?

"Sirius."

Just as he was thinking, the captain of another team called his team members to stand up.

"Then let's go around again."

"Ah," Sirius came back to his senses, then nodded his head and said, "Okay... Be careful, don't get too close to the fog! You know, there must be something wrong, be more vigilant!"

"certainly."

Watching this team take over the shift, they took the brooms next to the door one by one and filed out. After the door was closed again, Sirius thought for a while, and then stood up from the sofa even holding a teacup.

"You guys have a good rest. I'll go to the roof to blow some air and see if there's anything wrong."

"Oh, OK!"

The two teams who were resting in the living room nodded at him, watching him stepping on the slightly loose floor and wooden stairs, "creaking" all the way upstairs.

This Muggle residence that they used as a temporary stronghold,

Apparently it hasn't been lived in for a long time.

Not long after, when Sirius climbed up from the attic and stood on the ridge of the roof watching the previous team fly away in formation on brooms, his sight gradually fell to the shadow like a mountain in the distance.

It is night now, obviously, this is by no means a suitable time to look into the distance.

...

Kicking, kicking, those irregular footsteps overlapped randomly in this silent night, which seemed very messy.

But when those footsteps became more and more with the passage of time, the originally chaotic movements gradually merged together, so that people could no longer hear any special sense of disobedience.

The number of living corpses gathered in the city center is increasing rapidly.

To be honest, even though Lupine and the others had been trying to count the number of casualties due to the attack, due to the haste of time and the inconvenience of statistical methods, there was still a large error between the statistical results and the actual casualties.

But now, when the living corpses in the entire city follow the guidance and gather in the city center one after another, the intuitive scene will really shock people.

"So... have so many people died?"

No matter who it is, even if Maca can see this scene, he will definitely sigh similarly to this in his heart. But for someone, this is nothing more than a normal thing.

Among these living corpses, most are Muggles, and a few are wizards. As for humanoid creatures such as vampires and werewolves, there are probably some mixed in.

Of course, in Haierbo's eyes, these living corpses only need to be divided into two types. One type is ordinary living corpses that can only hit and bite like wild animals; while the other type is able to use magic. The high-level living corpse, that's all.

If someone looked down at the top of the street at this moment, they would be able to find that at a certain intersection among the densely packed living corpses, there was a small circular open space, and there was only a black, tall and strong figure standing there.

That is Hai Erbo, who is still playing with each other under the will of the devil, the "culprit" who gathered the huge number of living corpses.

No one knew what his intention was for concentrating so many living corpses in the city center, especially... when he hadn't really fully controlled that body.

"Soon...it's coming soon..."

He stood there, muttering softly by himself, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed, as if he was still concentrating on the constant confrontation with the demon that almost made him lose all his efforts.

But after chanting a few words, he suddenly raised his head again, his eyes as deep as ink stared straight at the sky shrouded in gray mist.

At that moment, his sight seemed to have pierced through the cover of the mist, and then pierced through the blocking of the clouds without hesitation, and looked all the way to the bright starry sky above the city.

Somewhere far away from the earth, a heavy boulder is flying towards the orbit of the earth at high speed, and the day when it is captured by the earth's gravity is not far away.

"Time is running out... not much time."

Perhaps this is a necessity. Maca and Haierbo have been repeating the same sentence recently.

"Time is running out."