What Thomas, who was hiding in the back kitchen of the restaurant, heard was not an explosion!
"boom-"
When Charlie rode the fire dragon and landed heavily on the roof, there was a dull smashing sound, and bricks and rubble suddenly flew everywhere.
The roof is sloping, and given the fire dragon's grip, it is as crispy as a French mille-feuille. For this reason, Norberta flapped his wings and skidded on the top several times before barely holding on to the edge of the brick to stand firm.
What followed was a rather annoyed roar from her.
"Roar-"
Xu Shiguang couldn't get enough of standing on the roof and yelling. Norberta lowered his head for a moment and immediately found the figure passing by quickly on the street below. Then, a stream of blazing flames immediately spat out from her mouth.
It was impossible for such a big movement to go unnoticed.
The black-eyed wizard, who was being chased by Harry in a circle and finally returned to this small street by some strange coincidence, immediately waved his backhand over his head, and the black matter that originally surrounded him instantly condensed above him. An arc-shaped shield emerged.
But when the flame dragon's breath really fell towards him, he suddenly turned around and hurriedly dodged into the original wall hole with the help of the shield.
The next moment, the flame, which was unusually eye-catching in the dark night, fell to the ground, burning the street into a charred pit.
"It's broken!" After seeing this, Charlie on the dragon's back immediately shouted to Harry, who was chasing him, "Hurry in! The wounded wizard just now is inside!"
In fact, Charlie wanted to stop the black-eyed wizard from running there, so he asked Norberta to spray a stream of flames at the hole in the wall. But who knows, that guy will still sneak in after all!
"… I hope it's okay!"
Seeing that Harry quickly followed through the hole in the wall, Charlie, who was lying on the dragon's back and looking down, finally retracted his neck, and then murmured softly.
As far as the current situation in London is concerned, those who are still walking around in the streets and alleys are more or less capable. Not to mention, he had just seen clearly that the other party entered with an injured person who was unable to move.
Therefore, in his opinion, even if he suddenly encounters the black-eyed wizard, the other party may not be able to save his life in a short period of time.
However... what should I say
Charlie's guess was correct, but the actual situation was obviously quite different from his imagination.
…
"Bang!"
When a figure suddenly broke in through the hole in the wall, Thomas, who was already slow-tempered and a little slow, was stunned on the spot.
Who is this? How come you have a flame background when you appear
Looking out of the hole in the wall behind the opponent, suddenly a violent pillar of fire fell from the sky, and Thomas was unable to react at all at this time. He didn't shudder under the gaze of those black eyes until the other party stepped aside and avoided a burst of flames that splashed in from the outside.
No matter who that guy is, he is definitely not a good person.
"Expelliarmus!"
Thomas, who instantly felt the fatal threat, once again used the almost invincible disarming spell - even if the opponent didn't have a weapon in his hand, it would be good to smash this guy out, wouldn't it
But this time, the disarming spell that had helped him several times finally hit a wall, and it also encountered a curved "black wall".
"Tsk-"
When the black-eyed wizard casually put up a black shield, the red arc of magic light also hit it. Suddenly, when the light particles flew away, this absolutely powerful disarming spell was completely blocked, and it did not even have the slightest impact on the opponent.
Then, at the moment when Thomas's curse was almost over and there was no time to do anything, a sharp black thorn flew towards him.
It's terrible!
Thomas didn't care about his image at all... Of course, he had never cared about his own image. When he saw him, he rolled to the side and avoided the fatal black thorn in a very ugly way.
Then, he subconsciously looked at the armchair he was sitting on before, only to find that the chair had been directly penetrated by black thorns and nailed to the wall.
Needless to say, if he hadn't escaped just now, he would have been strung up there with his chair now!
However, this is not the end.
Not long after the first black thorn penetrated the wall, the second one immediately followed. At a loss, Thomas, who had not had time to get up, rolled over again...
"Oops, it's too early!"
The next second this thought suddenly flashed through his mind, he had just turned to the side and felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and then he could no longer move that leg.
"ah-"
Thomas is just an ordinary person, and he is not very strong-tempered. Right now, his left leg was pierced by a black thorn, and before the blood even had time to flow out, he couldn't help but grab the injured leg and howl.
But then, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a third black thorn out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't scream even if it hurt. The fear of death made him suddenly quiet, and his mind went blank just like when he was in the alley.
Until now, only a few seconds had passed since the black-eyed wizard broke in, and the flame dragon breath outside had not even completely dissipated.
"Are you finally going to die?"
Looking at the third black thorn that was about to end his life, it suddenly flew towards him, and its target was the chest and abdomen where he could not move at all.
"Well, why do I say 'finally'?"
In the field of vision, the black thorn gradually enlarged... Did it slow down? Or is it that the moment before death is always extraordinarily long
"Oh, yes! Logically speaking, I should have died long ago. It was only because of an inexplicable accident that I was able to survive until now..."
Suddenly, the scene of him stoning a man to death flashed through Thomas' mind.
"Didn't you say that people review their lives before they die? Why do I only have this memory that I least want to recall when I come here?"
"Ah! That's right, I killed a person who couldn't resist... maybe this is retribution!"
No, that's not the case! It was that guy who deserved to die - that madman killed more people, I just wanted to protect more people!
Yes, I have to kill him, I have to kill him! I…
Thoughts flew through Thomas' mind one after another, either calmly or quibbling. And his spirit, along with these thoughts, is getting closer and closer to a certain power hidden in the soul.
Finally, at the moment when the sharp black thorn was about to touch his chest, a black mist suddenly erupted from all parts of his body, covering his entire body.
Immediately, a muffled sound of "clang" spread in the kitchen, and the black thorn was slapped aside by him. The blow was so powerful that it even caused several cracks in the wall.
Thinking about this, the Black Death disciples under Voldemort were like this. At the cost of losing the ability to cast spells, all the magic in the body was turned into energy to enhance physical strength. But unlike Voldemort, who was "half-baked", Thomas still maintained a clear consciousness.
Of course, this first inspired the "arrogant" Rule Thomas, who obviously has not yet stabilized mentally. Those emotions just now have unknowingly turned into a fighting impulse that is eager to be released.
"Roar-"
At this moment, Maka was actually sitting on the old sofa nearby, watching this scene quietly.
This time, apart from secretly paying attention to the situation and planning to save Thomas' life when he failed to activate his energy, he did not make any other intervention.
So all of this was indeed accomplished by Thomas' own will.
As she rushed toward the black-eyed wizard with black energy wrapped around her body, Maka glanced at the staff in her hand. There is no doubt that the red light on the surface of the stone ball is once again in full swing, and the trembling trend is continuing to increase with Thomas's changes.
But Maka knew very well in her heart that no matter how much it trembled, it would never reach its limit. Because Thomas alone can't change too many things.
But... well, that's enough.
"boom!"
Suddenly a loud noise came from the front, Maka raised her eyes and looked - it was Thomas.
His fist, filled with black mist, had already hit the spherical shield that the black-eyed wizard had just propped up. That huge force forcibly pushed the big black ball as tall as a person, crashed through the wall and flew out.
It was a coincidence that at almost the same time, Maka saw Harry rushing in through the previous hole in the wall with the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand.
When Harry noticed that a figure covered in black mist ran out of another hole that had just been created, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before turning back and following him out.
When he returned to the street outside, he saw the dark unknown figure smashing an equally black big ball. The force of each hit was so strong that even the ground was shaking.
Although the black ball is still intact, it was smashed into the ground bit by bit by that guy like a pile driver.
To be honest, Voldemort's Black Death disciple Harry knew. Not only did he know it, he had also seen it, exactly like the guy not far away.
But it's a bit unclear whether the black smoke guy is a Black Death... If I had to say it, Voldemort had been killed by Maka long ago, and there might still be some "Black Death" now.
No matter what, the other party was currently beating the black-eyed wizard, which was something Harry was happy to see happen. So, at least for now...
"Maybe it's a good choice to calmly watch first?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and looked at each other with Charlie on the roof.