"... 'I will leave this staff and this rune to you first. If one day you can use them correctly to cast a spell, then find a way to find me! Then I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentice. —From Kern (self-proclaimed), the great witch who doesn’t need waste.'"
In the Big Ben clock room in the mirror world, Haierbo stared at the "piece of paper" in front of him in trance, and read the ancient Greek text on it softly to himself.
After a moment, he couldn't help but shook his head and said:
"Speaking of which... would anyone really add 'self-identification' after the signature in a message?"
Yes, the piece of paper floating in front of him was the message he saw when he woke up the morning after he first met the witch Kern.
It's a pity that the thing that Haierbo once regarded as a treasure no longer exists. The "piece of paper" in front of him now was just a shadow that he forcibly copied using his own memory.
Haierbo paused for a moment, then waved his hand, turning it into a piece of crystal flying sand and disappearing without a trace.
Obviously, for Haierbo, even if the original message note no longer exists, it will always exist in the depths of his soul.
After all, it was precisely because of the staff and runes that Kern left to him that led him to embark on this path of studying the rules of the soul. And even if "Death Goddess Kern" disappeared one day, so that Haierbo never really became her apprentice, Haierbo always regarded her as his first teacher. .
Even...the reason why Haierbo worked tirelessly to touch the rules of death, it may be difficult to say that he was not doing it for the witch Kern who called herself the "Great Witch" back then.
Of course, whether he admits it or not is another matter.
"Miss Kern... If you were still alive, you would be shocked by the sight in front of you, right? But then again, it was because you were too impatient back then - with your outstanding talent and astonishing ability Wisdom, if you were willing to consider the risks more, how could it be my turn?"
To be honest, Haierbo's blood is still boiling when he thinks of the battle between top wizards before Kern completely disappeared.
He was proud that he was the only person in his life who had received the inheritance from the "Goddess of Death". Even from the beginning to the end, he only got a soul rule rune from the other party and an extremely ordinary staff.
He felt that he would never forget the powerful short-haired girl who rose like a miracle and disappeared like a legend.
"It's not long yet... Although it's already two thousand years too late, in a short time I will be able to personally set foot on the path you took back then to find out the mysterious and terrifying rules of death... "
Looking at Muriel in front of the huge dial glass, watching her skin turning from white to black inch by inch, watching every pore gradually starting to seep out muddy secretions like ink, Haierbo's expression The joy is becoming more and more intense.
Under his feet, the floor, walls, and even the ceiling were all covered by the magic circle he drew.
As long as he has a thought and a turn of magic power, the array will be fully effective, helping him to successfully complete the entire demon summoning plan.
In fact, even Haierbo himself wanted to see with his own eyes what the so-called "demon" that was summoned would look like.
"Come on... come on! I'm ready for everything, just waiting for you!"
…
"Bang—"
A cloud of ice crystal fragments was scattered on the ground. Maka didn't even look at it. She turned around and quickly left to the other end of the street, leaving only traces of frost on the road.
Up to now, not only Haierbo has noticed Maka's hunting of those soul collectors, but Maka also feels that Haierbo's conspiracy is about to reach a critical moment.
Haierbo was excitedly looking forward to the success of the plan, while Maka was running around London non-stop.
Both of these people have entered the final acceleration stage of the race.
Judging from the inference that Maka drew when preparing the plan to save Luna, all he has done so far is to save Luna's life. As for the future Delphi mentioned, theoretically speaking, most of it still hasn’t changed much.
Because, he is still on a branch of time leading to disaster, but he is just one step closer to breaking through the limit of the rules of time.
And in order to reverse the future without triggering the forced intervention of the time rules, it seems very likely that what he has to do is to completely break Haierbo's plan.
"The devil summoning ritual... must not be allowed to be completed by him!"
If Maka fails to do this, even if he still has the last converter in Delphi's hand to go back in time, what he will face will inevitably be to trade his "existence" for future "peace" .
And it’s not even clear whether it can be exchanged for it!
Because by that time, he himself would have long ceased to exist, so how could he use his own eyes to confirm everything in the future
Death may not really be scary, because you will certainly not be able to even feel scared by then.
"die!"
As he passed by three black-eyed wizards who were still wandering the streets killing people, Maka waved his staff again.
In the first blow, the sharp and hard handle of the staff directly penetrated the head of one of them; in the second blow, the frosty white regular light arc turned the other guy into an ice sculpture; and when the third blow was swung backhand, the thick thigh The light beam pushed the black ball that was as tall as a person, plowing a half-meter deep frost ravine on the ground.
"Click—"
The moment the cracking sound came out, the black shield shattered on the spot, and the collectors inside turned into ice crystal fragments all over the ground.
At this moment, Maka, who had deliberately made a big noise just now, suddenly noticed that several black thorns were flying straight towards him from high in the sky.
He suddenly raised his head, stepped down with his right foot, and then flew straight into the air like a cannonball. The second he passed those black thorns, he accurately stepped on the tail of one of them, speeding up his ascent again.
However, under him, the black thorn that he stepped on subtly changed its direction in an instant, and suddenly pierced the head of the black-eyed wizard who had turned into an ice sculpture for the second time, killing him completely. Nailed to the ground.
At the same time, Maka, who was climbing in the air, took the time to look eastward - through the fog, he could see a giant ice crystal bird flying up and down in the distance, with a large amount of cold air wrapped around the ice cone, like rain. He kept spraying it on several streets, but the accuracy was extremely high.
During the previous trip to Buckingham Palace, Maka left Harry there, but Delphi followed him back to various battlefields.
With her strength, she was indeed much more efficient in fighting than Harry and Thomas.
As for Mr. Stewart, the principal of Ilvermorny... Maka didn't actually say anything to him when she left, but the other party took the initiative to follow him.
Although Maka didn't see where he was specifically at this moment, thinking about it... he probably wasn't out to cause trouble.
Feeling that the momentum of rising into the air had come to an end, Maka then took out a magic book and flew up on the book as usual.
"Stop it!"
Suddenly, Maka waved her staff again, and an invisible wave spread out quickly. The two black-eyed wizards in front of him were unable to defend against the shock that contained the rules of the soul, and they lost control of their bodies in an instant.
Even if it's just a moment's pause, it's enough to make a huge difference in the situation in such a fast-paced battle.
The next second, Maka decisively abandoned the magic book at his feet, and with his "swift" ability activated, he burst out at extremely fast speeds.
In addition, there were no obstacles in mid-air, so he reached the opponent's side in an almost straight line in the blink of an eye. When he kicked his chest, the staff directly stabbed into the opponent's forehead.
With a fierce force, the black-eyed wizard who had lost the ability to move was immediately kicked dozens of feet away, and then a cloud of ice crystals burst out from his forehead.
But Maka herself had already arrived in front of another enemy.
It has to be said that the reaction capabilities of these soul collectors are not slow. Often after Maka deals with one of them, the second one has already put up a magic shield and is ready for defense.
A protective shield made of mysterious black material is indeed quite strong. Even Maka would have a hard time breaking open the opponent's "turtle shell" without using the power of rules.
But obviously, every time that thing is used, it will consume a lot of Maka's magic power. At his current level, he would feel quite exhausted if he did it several times in a row.
Maka suddenly realized that she might have brought Harry out - even if Harry himself might not have to take action, his Gryffindor sword was actually a secret weapon to break the deadlock.
"Click..."
After a freezing sound passed, the surface of the black ball was already covered with frost spots.
"clang!"
When Maka saw this, she struck the staff suddenly, making a dull sound like a bell.
"Isn't it true?"
It was just a try. Since it didn't work, he immediately released a white brilliance, freezing the opponent and his passport into popsicles.
"Um?"
Before the opponent fell, Maka suddenly sensed a rather powerful wave of magic power, which made him quickly look in the direction of the wave while falling.
"This feeling... should be the same 'shadow magic' that Stuart had before."
It seems that it would be good to have one more person to help search for enemies.
"...how much time is left?"