It seems that "devils" really exist in this world.
Of course, the so-called "devil" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram's horns, or even have any particularly obvious symbol.
However, as stated in the letter sent by Delphi, it is certain that they have great power.
According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magic book "Abatael", no one knows where the "demon" comes from, not even the wizards who try to activate the demon summoning technique to attract demons. The only thing that can be known is that they will be attracted by sinful souls and then come to this world.
The Demon Summoning Technique was designed and created based on this theory.
As for what abilities demons actually have...or, in other words, how powerful they are. According to Delphi's description, not only do they surpass common sense in terms of physical strength, but they also possess unique and terrifying innate magic. Ordinary wizards are no different from Muggles in the face of demons.
What's even more frightening is that there are no distracting thoughts in the hearts of demons. They only come to taste the living souls. They have no mercy, they have no fear, and they do not know good or evil. Even the person who summons them cannot control their every move.
However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful existence is not Haierbo's ultimate goal. Because what he wants is not a disobedient summon at all, but the body of that powerful summon!
Yes, with the help of the immortality of Horcruxes and the immortality of the remaining souls, Haierbo is best at snatching other people's bodies and resurrecting them. Needless to say, it is definitely difficult to capture the devil's body, but once he succeeds...
It is truly unimaginable how strong Haierbo would be if he gave up being a human being.
To be honest, the information Delphi added really made Maka feel very bad. He read it three times in a row before he was able to digest the information and finally calmed down a little.
But just when Maka turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Ajinbad, another thought suddenly popped up in her heart.
"Wait a minute," he paused and couldn't help but secretly wonder, "Where did Delphi send this letter from? Could it be that she hasn't left London yet?"
Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communications have been greatly affected. If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean, the ice bird that conveyed the message just now would not have been delivered to him so quickly.
In addition, she and Delphi had just separated not long ago, Maka could only think that the other party might not have left London yet.
"Something's wrong, there must be something wrong."
Thinking of this, Maka instantly gave up the idea of going back to find Ajinbad, and flew above the street following the slight traces of magic left by the ice bird when it flew just now.
"This way?"
Maka stepped on the magic book and kept flying forward in the air, carefully sensing the magic power fluctuations in front of her as she flew back. Due to the influence of the gray mist, the magic power fluctuations remained for a short time, and his perception ability was also weakened a lot, making the pursuit of this path very difficult.
But not long after, he still touched a deserted alley bit by bit, and finally sensed some other, more powerful magic waves in the deepest part of the alley.
However, he could feel that the magic power fluctuation was quickly fading away at this moment.
"… underground?"
Before the magic power disappeared, Maka noticed the direction from which the magic power fluctuations came - they originated from under his feet.
After taking two steps back, Maka suddenly waved his hand, and the floor of the alleyway that was originally paved with bricks arched up. For a moment, the soil surged and the masonry undulated, and he soon dug a deep hole.
The next moment, Maka did not hesitate and jumped into it with a slight leap.
"Stone?"
Under the influence of the magic spell, Maka's body floated downward for a short while. As the brightness around him decreased little by little, he fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a solid feeling under his feet.
He shook his fingers casually, and a ball of light emitted a bright light under the dark ground, dispelling the darkness around him.
"Um?"
You can see now that what he is stepping on is indeed a big stone...or rather, a stone slab. On the stone slab, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maka a familiar feeling in her heart.
Of course, Maka still remembers the mirror space she went to with Delphi. London was only black, white and gray, which was impressive. Not only that, he also remembered how he entered that space in the first place, because he spent a lot of effort looking for that kind of stone slab afterwards.
But who knew that when he deliberately looked for it, he couldn't find it anywhere, but now it appeared at his feet.
"Has the magic wave completely disappeared?"
Maka squatted down for a moment, stretched out her hand to touch the lines on the stone slab, and couldn't help but secretly said:
"Just now... Delphi should have activated it, right?"
If he had arrived any later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi hadn't sent the ice bird to him to supplement the information, he wouldn't have even come here.
It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.
"What does she want to do?"
Maka frowned and thought for a while, then put aside her doubts that she couldn't find an answer for the time being, and leaned down to study the stone slab. It can be seen that the characters on this stone tablet are obviously different from those on the last time.
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Not to mention that Maka was extremely confused by Delphi's actions. At least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals were already very clear.
After a fierce battle just now, the two of them cooperated tacitly and finally killed a black-eyed wizard on the spot. Although this battle was quite hard and Harry was slightly injured, they were undoubtedly the first two people to kill the Collector in this war.
"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Do you feel any discomfort?"
In the battle just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorn. The injury at the time seemed very serious.
But he still endured the severe pain of a big hole in his shoulder, gritting his teeth while bleeding, and finally found an opening to penetrate the opponent's head with Gryffindor's sword.
Later, he lost too much blood because he delayed for too long, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.
To be honest, that scared Neville so much that he hurriedly treated his injuries and replenished his blood, and finally revived him.
Hearing Neville's worried question, Harry immediately shook his head.
"It's okay - look, it's probably just an ordinary injury. There shouldn't be any strange black magic attached to the black thorn."
After waving his arms twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face didn't look so good.
"But to be honest, compared to the injury on the shoulder, the feeling when I stabbed that guy in the head was more uncomfortable." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little disgusting..."
Because Gryffindor's sword was very sharp, he had almost no feeling when it penetrated the opponent's head, just like when he practiced with the duel puppet earlier.
But even so, the feeling of killing someone with your own hands is definitely not much better.
Putting down his left hand slightly, Harry raised the sword that he had been holding tightly in his right hand - the silver blade was still as clean as a mirror, and the battle just now did not leave any traces on it, not even a trace of blood. nothing.
Who would have thought that such a silver sword with exquisite carvings and gorgeous appearance is actually a murderous weapon that can easily take away a person's life
"Harry, don't think too much," Neville reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, so I may not be qualified to say big words... But until now, that guy has He must have killed many innocent wizards and Muggles, and that is the retribution he deserves!"
As he was speaking, he suddenly glanced behind him - the witch they had rescued before was now holding her child and following closely in their footsteps.
"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."
"I know," Harry nodded, "I know that saving people is definitely the right thing to do. I don't regret killing him... I'm just not used to it yet, and it's a bit disgusting."
Harry tightened the palm of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword again, and took a deep breath.
"Well, let's not think about it for now..." He breathed lightly and said silently, "This disgusting thing is nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in downtown London now. I only hope that this disaster will Let’s end it as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen along the way?”
"yes!"
These two boys, who were supposed to be one year away from graduating from school, were both holding weapons tightly at this moment, and their bodies were covered in their own blood or the blood of others.
They sighed one after another and walked forward step by step, walking into the distance amid the chaos everywhere.
This is a true disaster, one that forces people who should not have to endure so much pain and sorrow to face despair.
But at this moment, the initiator of this disaster not only showed no remorse, but was even ecstatic as the disaster progressed, letting out bursts of creepy laughter.
"Hurry up... hurry up... the tenth..."
Haierbo stood in the middle of the open space, standing in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads lowered, muttering softly to himself.
"McLean... Excellent young man, don't let me down?"