Chapter 1352 Empty City

A few days ago, when the mysterious and eerie gray mist quickly enveloped the entire London area, many people... including Maca, smelled a breath called "disaster" from it.

It was, no doubt, the beginning of a great trouble indeed--and a series of disasters and blood after that just proved it.

Haierbo believers who fell into madness and Haierbo apprentices who lost themselves, one by one, as if possessed by a demon from hell, raised their wands and started ruthless killings.

They turned into lunatics and cold-blooded black-eyed killers. They killed many muggles and wizards with mysterious black magic that people have never heard or seen.

From the moment innocent blood began to accumulate and spread on the wet tiles of the street, the catastrophe kicked off on this stage called "London, England".

So it can be said that it was the gray mist that set up the stage, and the stage was full of sadness and terror.

However, when the fact that "the real devil breaks through the barrier of space and suddenly appears in the city center, but is restricted by the gray fog" suddenly appeared in front of Maca, he found that he didn't seem to be How disgusted this damn gray fog.

Because, in this fact, he saw a buffer opportunity for himself, for everyone, and even for the entire British magic community.

...

"boom--"

A silver-white light suddenly hit the demon's incomparably strong chest. When the light and mist dispersed, Maca stood aside with a stick in his left hand, but did not move.

After all, there is a limit to the use of rules. After several times of continuous acceleration, his "swift" ability finally approached the limit. And when he was unable to use this ability in a short period of time, how to continue to fight that physically terrifying demon seemed to be a huge problem.

Yes, after several resurrections, Haierbo's combat strength has actually recovered to be very similar to the current Maca. But in the mirror space, the time he persisted in front of the devil was far less than Maca.

In addition to the reason for underestimating the enemy, the more important point is that Maca has the speed and reaction ability no less than the devil!

It's a pity that his speed doesn't come from himself, but from the test that Rowena Ravenclaw prepared for "The Candidate".

Once the time limit is up, Maca will no longer be able to continue accelerating in a short time.

And for Maca...it seems to be equivalent to being directly removed from the biggest "balance of power" on which to fight against the enemy.

Without speed, what else could he use to stalemate that demon? And how to buy more time for the Muggle and wizard people who are desperately evacuating London?

Kingsley's signal has not yet appeared, which means that it is far from the time when he can let go and retreat. In this case, even if he already understood that the other party could not leave the fog-shrouded area, it would be useless.

And all of this, Maca had already understood from the very beginning.

Therefore, when he was entangled with that demon and procrastinating, he had already started to think about other coping methods after he stalled.

That's right... like, Patronus!

Seeing that the patron saint of the silver eagle that he summoned just now stretched his wings and launched an extremely swift and fearless attack on the opponent, Maca also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

right!

Even with the strength of the patron saint, it is impossible to withstand a blow from the devil, but repeated recovery will not cause a very heavy burden on Maca.

This is different from the use of regular magic that requires a lot of magic power to support it. The wizard's willpower is also the "nutrient" of the Patronus Charm. Although Maca's mental strength is also tired of reshaping the Patronus again and again, it can be persisted with perseverance.

So, dragging his right arm which was cumbersome due to the shoulder injury, Maca insisted on fighting the demon for nearly two hours by relying on the howling and neighing silver eagle.

In the meantime, Maca seems to be brewing something.

"No... evil! This is not evil... what needs to be destroyed is evil!"

The demon straightened out his strong chest, allowing the silver eagle, which was bigger than himself, to hit his chest. The huge impact made him take a few steps back.

But immediately he stood firm, and then even swung a pair of arms as thick as doorposts, forcibly twisting the patron saint of the silver eagle that hit him into a cloud of silver light mist.

But Maca, who was standing not far away, just frowned, and his feet didn't move at all.

When the other party took a step and wanted to speed up towards him, he saw the light mist swirling suddenly, crossing half a circle in the air at an extremely fast speed, recondensing into a silver eagle and rushing towards the black demon side.

The contrast of one black and one white suddenly appeared extremely strong.

"boom!"

Another collision caused the opponent to stagger suddenly, and no matter how strong the off-balance person is, it is obviously difficult to exert their due strength.

The next moment, while the demon regained its balance and attacked the patron saint, Maca, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stretched out the staff in his left hand. Propelled by him, a burst of soul flame burst forth immediately, turning into a second giant black eagle the size of a patron saint in an instant.

Needless to say, Delphi's "daughter" can use the summoning technique to summon the giant ice bird, and his "father" can't be worse than his daughter at least, right?

For a moment, two eagles, whose appearance and nature were also very different, silently attacked the devil, and the scene was spectacular.

In the distance, looking at the scene with a strong visual impact, Harry unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, not even noticing when Stuart left.

"I know the Patronus Charm... To be honest, Neville's lion is obviously not inferior to Maca's silver eagle. But what about that giant black eagle? Why...why..."

He seemed to feel something from the giant eagle surrounded by black flames, but he couldn't describe it well in words, so he stopped talking.

After a while, when the silver eagle and the black eagle were cooperating with each other to entangle the demon, Harry finally murmured to himself:

"Ah! It's Voldemort—the black eagle, the same feeling I had when I saw Voldemort!"

It was a feeling of wanting to be superior to everyone, everything, and even death. It was an aura that was fearless even if it was not recognized by others.

That is……

"Confidence? Pride? Or...arrogance?"

This time, Harry's senses were quite clear and sharp. It's a pity that if Maca knew what he was thinking, he would definitely tell him that he was actually a little far from the real "arrogance".

After all, the "arrogance" rune, one of the branches of the soul rule, is not suitable for Maca.

While Harry was deeply shocked by the sight in the distance, Maca was still carefully watching the battle ahead, in order to judge whether the two eagles were enough to replace the previous self to hold back the devil's footsteps.

"Boom—"

The silver eagle was once again shattered by the opponent's blow, and at the same time, the black giant eagle also rushed towards the opponent's back, forcing the opponent back.

And when the demon turned around to deal with the black shadow, the guardian spirit of the silver eagle quickly rallied and pecked at the black shadow of the other party.

At first, one eagle alone might not be enough, but now that the two eagles cooperate with each other, they finally have the qualifications to confront the demon.

In this way, nearly two hours passed quietly.

When Maca and Harry suddenly saw a bunch of red fireballs soaring into the sky from a distance, and exploded a phoenix-like pattern in the sky, they both realized that it was Kingsley who sent the signal.

Maca, on the other hand, knew better than Harry what Kingsley meant by releasing that signal—it meant that not only the wizarding teams had completed their evacuation, but even the Muggle commoners had been evacuated. With the coordination of the army, they left the foggy urban area.

"Harry, go! Get out of the foggy area!"

While manipulating the two giant eagles to continue to harass the demon, Maca shouted in Harry's direction.

After Harry heard it, he naturally didn't doubt Maca's order, so he stepped on his broomstick and flew straight to the gray fog boundary closest to him.

On the other side, the second Maca confirmed that Harry had rushed out of the fog area, Dang even dropped the two eagles that were still fighting with the demon, turned around and rushed out of the fog.

Not long after, two muffled sounds of "bang bang" came from the fog wall, and the patron saint of the silver eagle finally failed to rush out of it with him. On the contrary, the giant black flame eagle with the flame of the soul as its main body also escaped from the fog with him by virtue of these self-remodeling abilities.

Seeing the faint figure of the demon lingering on the edge of the fog for a while, but he really had no intention of chasing it, Maca couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

At the very least, it would definitely be unwise to engage in another fight before finding a way to deal more effective blows to the opponent.

"Maka? That guy... can't get out of it?"

Hearing Harry's voice behind him, Maca couldn't help shaking his head.

"At least... it looks like this, right?"

Even though Harry was notoriously slow among his friends, he couldn't help hearing a kind of obvious uncertainty from Maca's words. And this can be said to be quite rare in Maca.

"... Maca."

"Don't worry," Maca turned around and patted him on the shoulder. "This is an opportunity for us to regroup. As long as we grasp it, we will take London back sooner or later."

In other words, it was right to "seize this opportunity before Hai Erbo" - just to reassure Harry, he didn't make it too clear.