Chapter 1515 The Reason for the Miscalculation

At some point, on the streets of London, where the fog that had shrouded the urban area for a long time had left, there was another lonely and silent figure.

To be honest, after London has become a ghost city after all, probably whoever is here will seem very abrupt. It's just because there are no people here anymore, so even if there are more people inexplicably on the empty road, no one will find out.

I don't know how much time passed before the figure suddenly reached out and touched the empty left shoulder, and the pair of eyes seemed to become deeper and deeper.

"That woman... should I say she is stupid? Or should I say she is smart? She died early, and there are so many troubles left to hinder my progress..."

That's right, it was Hai Erbo who already had the body of a demon in the city of London at this time. The muscles on that pitch-black body glowed like metal under the sunlight.

Although this so-called "demon" does not have the "horns" or "bat wings" as described in Muggle mythology, no one will probably agree with this body that is only humanoid but not at all human-like. His identity is doubtful.

However, Hai Erbo's robust body is surprisingly missing an arm.

His left arm seemed to have been severed shoulder-to-shoulder by some kind of sharp weapon, and there was no blood on the cut, only some black matter that looked like granulation was constantly wriggling.

There is no doubt that it is the abnormal state shown by the demon body trying to regenerate the lost arm, but still unable to break through a certain obstacle.

"However, Rowena, you are still dead after all, aren't you? I have to admit that your wisdom and talent are indeed beyond my reach. With just a few decades of life, I have touched the level three The regular space truth, and the incomplete space rule runes were printed on the body of the alchemy half-life body..."

Speaking of this, Haierbo involuntarily touched the extremely smooth touch of the fracture of his left shoulder, clearly telling him that the rules of space still remain.

Obviously, the bronze eagle exhausted its magic power and caused Haierbo much more damage than Maca imagined. At that time, Haierbo definitely didn't leave Hogwarts just because he couldn't break through the space blockade for a while.

But immediately, Hai Erbo shook his head expressionlessly.

"But unfortunately," he said coldly, "you are still dead! This proves that although my wisdom is not as good as yours, I have made the most correct choice. Only a long enough lifespan can support the wizard step by step. , Climb to the pinnacle of magical truth!"

And just as Haierbo was talking to himself in the ground like before, the slowly wriggling black granulation on the section of his left arm seemed to be growing, elongating, and entangled with each other... Although the speed was very slow, he His left arm is undoubtedly recovering.

"Ok"

Suddenly, Hai Erbo, who was still chattering alone just now, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sun.

Because there is no fog over London, the sun is pouring down to its heart's content, so it is naturally very dazzling to look directly at the past.

But Haierbo didn't seem to notice this, and saw him just looking at it from a distance, and said softly:

"It's coming soon... Rowena, can you block me once or twice, can you block me three times or four times? As long as the time comes, no one will be able to stop me again... Well, soon It's coming... it's coming soon!"

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"Okay, Lupine, I'll leave this to you. Next, I'll go to the front line to take a look. After the Muggle people along the way are evacuated, I will return with Kingsley and the others. Let's talk about the rest... at that time! "

After leaving this confession,

Maca left Spiral Town again, and rushed to the battlefield without stopping as he said.

And when he finally came to the front line of the battlefield, which was said to be in a very bad situation, he saw with his own eyes how embarrassing the state of the suppression team was.

To be honest, this is obviously not the status quo that intelligence personnel can fully convey through ciphertext or oral messages.

"Kingsley, are you hurt?"

Seeing Kingsley's bare upper body and bandaged waist and abdomen, Maca couldn't help frowning. Even Kingsley, who was the commander in chief at the front line, was injured like this. The other team members can naturally imagine .

"Maka, you're finally here!" Seeing Maka appearing in front of him, even with Kingsley's composure, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, "Maka, the situation here is really not good. Fog..."

"You don't need to say, I met Charlie from the Weasley family, and then I went back to Spiral Town, plus the scene in front of me, I basically know everything I need to know."

As Maca said, regardless of the many previous changes, the battlefield at this moment has fully exposed the tragedy of the front line.

Just looking around, the main battlefield ahead is full of wandering living corpses, and the suppression team no longer dares to run directly in front of them to stop them.

Just because the previous evacuation team was overtaken by the army of living corpses, half of the city was swallowed into the fog and transformed into the same kind, and counting the addition of some on the way, the number of living corpses has even exceeded the fog. range that can be covered.

And among the group of living corpses, the most eye-catching thing is that all kinds of new species of different shapes have been attacked by various spells and Muggle weapons, and those guys seem to have grown.

For example, the flying corpse that Maca eliminated earlier is obviously one of them.

It can be seen that some of them are as huge as giants, and their bodies are aggregated from the remnants of a large number of living corpses. Some of them are agile and scurry around like monkeys. Some even have breakthroughs in magical abilities, Individual existences with flames or ice wrapped around their pitch-black bodies.

In order to ensure their own safety, the suppression team can only fight and retreat now, and never stay in the same place for too long. Moreover, as a melee expert, Harry kept waving his long sword around the team, in order to avoid those fast small living corpses from rushing into the team as much as possible.

But even so, the wounded inevitably appeared, and the battle became more and more difficult.

Looking at the scene like a group of demons dancing wildly, Maca immediately had a thought. Immediately, a large cloud of light and mist appeared from around him in an instant, and then suddenly condensed.

The next moment, his silver eagle patron saint immediately spread its wings and flew up from it, and rushed towards the suppression team that was struggling hard.

However, Maca himself did not follow. Instead, after calling out his patron saint, he looked at Kingsley beside him again.

"I think I have to ask you a question," he frowned. "Where's Delphi? Didn't she come with you?"

Yes, the bad situation on the front line was indeed beyond Maca's expectations. And when he came to the battlefield to take a look, he finally discovered the problem that caused him to "miscalculate".

"Where did Delphi go?"