There is no doubt about the sharpness of Gryffindor's sword. To this day, Maka has never seen anything that it can't cut. In the hands of Harry, who can wield it to defend against enemies, it is no exaggeration to say that it is indestructible.
Of course, perhaps it cannot be destroyed when faced with a series of magic items of the same level as the Bewitching Monument and Devouring Mirror. After all, if it could be done, then Haierbo would have been eliminated as early as the time of the four founders of Hogwarts, right
And now this time, Gryffindor's sword has once again proved that its sharpness is almost unstoppable.
When Harry rode his broomstick and followed Maka towards the dimly lit rune array, the silver-bright sword blade reflected the light and dragged out a silver-like path in the final sprint. Ribbon-like brilliance.
When he was about to rush to the black figure lying on his back, Maka, who was leading the way to ensure Harry's safety, stepped aside slightly and gave room for Harry, who was following closely behind, to take action.
One hit only! Regardless of success or failure, just touch and go!
"boom!"
As Harry swung his sword vigorously, the silver light instantly drew a semicircle and landed on the black neck with unusual precision.
It must be admitted that this demon's body is indeed stronger than ever before. Just as soon as the sword blade touched the opponent's skin, Harry immediately felt a resistance - it was definitely much more difficult than when he slashed the shields of the black-eyed wizards before.
However, even so, the Sword of Gryffindor still proved its sharpness.
However, he saw that although Harry's sword was blocked, it still cut into the demon's black "skin" with one blow, and even penetrated a third of the way in one blow. If he could chop twice more at the same position, he might be able to behead him on the spot.
However, regardless of the difficulty of hitting the same position... Harry still remembered Maka's words very clearly. He had no regrets or hesitation, and immediately wanted to draw his sword and retreat as soon as the blow landed.
But who would have expected that at this moment, the black demon who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand suddenly, and grasped the shining silver sword.
Harry twitched with all his strength, but he didn't twitch.
"Let go! Idiot, let go—"
This was not Maka's shout, because the voice was so small that Harry, who was so nervous at the moment, almost didn't hear it clearly. On the contrary, it was Maka next to him who realized who was speaking as soon as he heard the voice.
Immediately, Maka slapped Harry's hand holding the sword hilt away with a backhand, and then pushed him back.
"Take out the Sorting Hat so you can get the sword directly from it! And, remember what I said when I came here? Now you have to go—"
Harry almost fell off his broom from the push. But after Maka's reminder, he temporarily put aside the Sword of Gryffindor, turned around and left at the fastest speed. As he was leaving, he took out the Sorting Hat from his bag with one hand and turned his head to look behind him.
"Maka..."
The moment he turned around, Harry saw that the big black man whose neck he had just slashed had gotten up. Then, with a slight exertion, he easily took off the Gryffindor sword stuck on his neck.
"Bang!"
In order to keep the demon and prevent Harry from getting into trouble, Maka had to wave the staff again and cast the power of the cooling rule. Even if he knew it was ineffective against the other party, as long as he restrained Harry before he left completely, that would be enough.
Along with the sound of ice crystals condensing, the ultra-low temperature cold current passed by instantly, coating the nearby ground with a layer of white frost.
As for the black demon, at least it was temporarily frozen in a large translucent ice block.
The next moment, Maka saw through the ice that the Sword of Gryffindor in the opponent's hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air. He knew that Harry should have pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat again.
“What a convenient feature.”
He muttered secretly, and then instantly eliminated the piece of ice close to the opponent's neck, and then stabbed the staff directly towards the wound that Harry had just cut with Gryffindor's sword.
Even if it was only one-third of the depth, it would be serious enough. If it were a normal human being, blood would definitely be gushing out by now.
But when Maka's staff flew over quickly, she finally realized something was wrong. That is undoubtedly another ability of this so-called "demon" - self-repair!
"Blow it up!"
Maka's mastery of flames is naturally far inferior to Haierbo's, but the most basic modern magic spells are obviously not a problem. And when the high-temperature flames and the ultra-low-temperature cold current met in the other person's neck, he felt that this should have some effect, right
After all, it exploded directly in the wound that Harry could see!
"boom-"
This explosion actually didn't make much noise, because it was not only covered by the demon's body, but also blocked by frozen ice. When a large number of ice crystals scattered in all directions, Maka only took a step back while resisting the impact that would inevitably result from the close-range detonation.
"Um?"
This time, Maka finally saw the scene where her attack was effective - the wounds that were being repaired had turned into fist-sized defects in her eyes.
However, what made Maka suddenly feel excited was that red blood quietly seeped out of the wound!
In fact, this "devil's body" was originally built on Muriel's body. After the ceremony ended, it continued to assimilate Muriel's body inside, and now it has actually completed more than half of it.
If it is completely assimilated by this demon, the strength of this body may be even higher than it is now.
"Blood?"
For Maka, it was difficult to tell whose blood it was for the time being, but he actually didn't care who was wrapped in the black body.
Because he just needs to understand what he is going to do next...
Explode again!
But just at the moment when Maka decided to replicate the explosion just now, the black demon whose neck was half blown off stretched out a hand and grabbed it quickly and accurately. His staff.
At that moment, Maka noticed a strange feeling, as if... yes, as if the demon in front of her suddenly changed to a different person.
There is a completely different feeling than before.
"Herbo?"
In fact, according to Maka's perception, it shouldn't be Haierbo's aura, but he still subconsciously frowned and said the name.
And then—
"Are you...Maka McClain?"