Chapter 418 Suicide?

( ) "Yes, you did say that you could help us solve our food problem..." Aragog said in a deep voice, "So... there is another reason—the head of the dark wizard came to me."

In the deepest part of the spider's lair, Aragog and his first batch of blood-modified children surrounded Maca. They all watched Maca quietly, listening to the conversation between Maca and their father.

And behind Aragog, the leader of this incident is hiding in the shadows, and it seems that from the very beginning, he has no idea of ​​coming out to face Maca.

"Which leader?" Maca continued to ask after hearing Aragog's words.

"He calls himself the 'Dark Lord'..." Aragog said, "It is a very powerful dark force, it is difficult for us to resist... By the way, he has a familiar smell..."

"Snake smell?" Maca immediately responded.

"Yes, that's right..." Aragog replied softly, "The blood of the basilisk made us feel a breath of the same kind...Dark, damp...hissing..."

"And then? He wants you and your children to attack Hogwarts?" Maca asked lightly.

"He promised me that after he succeeds, he will give us inexhaustible flesh and blood—" Aragog's tone became a little cruel, as if some kind of ferocity was gradually burning in his body, "delicious... ...human...flesh..."

"Obviously you have enough wisdom, but still can't suppress the temptation of instinct?" Maca stared at Aragog for a while, and finally shook his head, "But, what makes you think he will succeed?"

"Because..." Aragog said grimly, "You will definitely come to me."

The moment these words came out of its mouth, a large amount of black air rushed in from the hole behind Maca, and those black air billowed and swirled... turned into a large number of figures covered in black smoke .

Almost at the same time, a strange black air suddenly emerged from Aragog and its children, and the originally gray spider eyes became pitch black again.

"It's also because..." Aragog continued, "We have more power!"

Before the words were finished, the dozens of fearless Black Death disciples and the huge spiders rushed straight towards Maca standing in the middle, wrapped in a thick black air.

"boom!"

Maca narrowed her eyes slightly,

With a cold face, he slammed the staff on the ground heavily, and a rune on the top of the staff suddenly flickered. In an instant, a icy blue spread from his body suddenly, and the icy breath covered the huge cave with a layer of frost in the blink of an eye.

All the spiders and black dead disciples, together with the black air spreading from them, were frozen on the way.

"Aragok, let me ask you one last question—" Maca said in a serious tone, "Do you think you raised you? Who does your life... belong to?"

"Hmph..." The black energy on Aragog's body suddenly surged, and as one of its long legs slammed forward, the frost covering its body suddenly shattered, "Yes! It's Hagrid—— Hagrid! But..."

It paused, then roared in a cold voice: "But so what? He just treats me as a pet, and you—Maka McLean! You only treat me as an experimental subject! But Yes, no one is wrong - because in the end, everything will be food! The weak...be the food of the strong!"

The species of acromantula acts on instinct from beginning to end, and even its dead companions will be reduced to food. No matter how close their intelligence is to humans, from the very beginning, the concept alone has been completely different.

"Really..." Maca chuckled lightly, "It's rare for me to place my hopes on the emotional bond between you and Hagrid, really... You've disappointed me so much."

"Crack——"

The frost shells on the other spiders and black dead disciples cracked one after another, and black air leaked out wantonly from inside, slowly turning into dancing black flames.

Looking at these familiar black flames, Maca couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Has the Black Death's power increased?" He observed calmly, as if he didn't pay too much attention to the upcoming attack. "The situation of Voldemort is really worrying!"

"Wow--"

Countless ice shards scatter in all directions, and the enemies flock to Maca like a tide. The illusory black flame is rolling and jumping, as if it has its own will.

There are a large number of blackened acromantulas on the ground, and dozens of black dead disciples in the air. No matter which side it is, they will not fear or shrink back because of death.

"You have no chance!" Aragog growled in his gruff voice. "My children, countless!"

It is right that no matter how powerful a wizard is, he will eventually be exhausted when encountering enemies who are advancing one after another. Even though Maca's magic power is amazing, he also has a time when his magic power is exhausted.

And at the last moment, the children of Aragog will drown him mercilessly.

But Maca didn't pay any attention to its words. He raised his staff high, and several blue and white beams shot out from the rune, sweeping across Maca's body.

The giant eight-eyed spiders and black dead disciples who rushed to the front all disappeared without black flames, and fell to the ground and shattered into ice lumps.

And the spiders following them were blocked one by one, and their forward speed immediately slowed down.

Maca said nothing, and the beam of light swept across the air again. This time, the beam of light was more than a circle thicker than before, and its intensity was obviously stronger, directly destroying all the black dead who flew from the sky with one blow.

Of course, an attack of this intensity would inevitably consume a lot of mana, and he obviously couldn't use it all the time.

But at this moment, Maca frowned slightly, as if he had suddenly noticed something, he turned his head and glanced at the hole behind him.

It was this "one glance" of concentrated attention that made him sense a mass of magic power rushing out of the hole quickly.

Even with a backhand wave of his magic staff, Macadam turned into a sharp blade and flew out from his staff at high speed, shooting towards the magic power that was about to disappear within the range of his perception.

"……Well."

A muffled hum resounded faintly from the darkness, and then the magic power escaped Maca's perception.

"... Sokas?"

He put this thought aside for the time being, and then turned his head to look at Aragog again. At the same time, he reached out from his waist with his left hand and took out a small test tube with an oak stopper.

"I'll give you a ride instead of Hagrid!" He looked over the large number of spider hair feet, looked coldly at Aragog who was still at the end, and said, "You should be lucky, at least I adopted some of your children."

The surrounding spiders had already flocked to his side, running at the forefront and even raised the giant pincers in front of him, and the mouthparts that were constantly opening and closing were glistening with dark green venom.

But Maca, who was surrounded by it, showed no sign of being half-divided.

However, the test tube in his hand suddenly shattered, and the liquid inside evaporated completely the moment it came into contact with the air.

At the next moment, the spiders around Maca, big and small, collapsed powerlessly starting from the circle closest to him, and his ears were filled with the sound of falling to the ground.

"That...what...thing..." Aragog also couldn't support his body anymore, and the feeling of incomparable weakness spread throughout his body, and he could even feel his own life being lost bit by bit.

"Don't you think that I just treat you as an experimental subject?" Maca threw the broken test tube in his hand, and said expressionlessly, "...I hope my behavior can satisfy you."

"You—" Aragog suddenly twitched, and a lot of green foam overflowed from the huge mouthparts, "Sure enough... the blood of the natural enemy... really annoying..."

"……yes?"

Maca said something lightly, then turned around and walked out. With a light wave of the magic staff in his hand, a strong wind rose silently, circulated around the cave, and then violently blew it out of the cave.

Betrayed by the creature he transformed, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

From the moment he first formulated the bloodline transformation plan, he already planned to leave behind. However, the difficulty of manipulating hands and feet during the bloodline transformation is much easier than the perfect transformation.

But to be honest, he actually didn't want this second hand to come in handy one day.

In his impression, although Aragog was cruel, he was still grateful to Hagrid, the person who raised him and saved his life. And Hagrid also has a very deep affection for this little spider who once lived in the Hogwarts kitchen cupboard.

In this way, judging from the habits of the giant acromantula, the Aragog clan in the Forbidden Forest is definitely going to be out of ten. Because these guys often eat their own kind, and the transformed individuals are obviously more ferocious.

Maca was thinking, while avoiding the big and small spiders on the ground, he was pacing and walking, and was about to throw the magic book in his hand in front of him, but found a light voice behind him.

"... sorry... Hagrid."

He turned around suddenly, and the fluorescent light on the staff suddenly lit up, only to see that Aragog's four pairs of spider eyes were once again occupied by gray and white. Judging from his last sentence of "sorry", the previous behavior is obviously a bit contradictory.

While hesitating, Maca seemed to remember something. But he saw his staff suddenly stretched forward, and a black shadow of a skull flew straight towards Aragog's body.

Immediately, a spider soul that was constantly being eaten away by an inexplicable force was driven out of the body.

"It seems that the previous research is not wrong. Is the target of the Bewitching Monument really the soul?" Seeing the soul becoming more and more dilapidated, Maca frowned and fell into deep thought.

"...Correct me, it's a soul that has been aroused by desire." After a while, he said in a daze.