If he was not a squib, but an "excellent" wizard with extraordinary talents like Voldemort or even Herbo, perhaps there would be another trouble in the world that cannot be ignored.
However, whether they are so-called "good guys" or so-called "bad guys", there are always only a handful of people who are truly outstanding enough to influence society.
Watching Gunter leave silently, Maka couldn't help but shake his head - he didn't want to comment too much on the other party's extremely awkward character, he just felt a little emotional, there really are all kinds of people in this world!
After a while, until the opponent's figure was no longer visible, Maka casually took out his staff and lightly touched the ground at his feet.
Soon, the soil under his feet suddenly surged around, causing Maka to slowly sink into the ground.
According to what Luna said before, the core of the various defense measures in Spiral Town should be right under this wonderful mercury statue.
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Sirius suddenly discovered that at some point, the number of living corpses that had been increasing around London suddenly stopped appearing.
Late at night, after several rounds of inspections, the teams did not witness any abnormalities. Only Maka's little spider friends were still wandering around in groups outside the mist, dutifully doing their duty.
At this moment, in the temporary stronghold located in the outer suburbs, a small team that had just gone outside and walked around returned again, and the team members walked in one by one from outside the door.
"How's it going?" Sirius, who was sitting on a broken sofa, took a sip of refreshing tea and turned to ask, "Still the same as before, didn't see anything?"
"Yes," the captain of this team said casually while picking up the cup on the wooden table to pour himself tea, "There is nothing - I just met the support team from the east, and the scope of their responsibility is also the same. , those resurrected dead, suddenly no one can see them!"
After saying this, he picked up the still steaming teacup, took a sip, and then collapsed comfortably on the sofa.
Sirius looked at this typical Englishman who was addicted to tea, but his thoughts had already flown to the foggy London.
He thought something must have happened inside. Otherwise, the frequency of those living corpses appearing at the edge of the fog was obviously increasing, so why are they suddenly gone now
"Sirius."
While he was thinking to himself, the captain of the other team called the members of his team to stand up.
"Then let's go for a walk."
"Ah," Sirius came to his senses, then nodded and said, "Okay... be careful, don't get too close to the mist! You know, there must be something wrong, so be more vigilant!"
"certainly."
Watching this team take over, they picked up the brooms leaning against the door and filed out. After the door was closed again, Sirius thought for a while and then stood up from the sofa with the tea cup in hand.
"You guys have a good rest. I'll go to the roof to blow some air and see if there's anything going on."
"Oh, okay!"
The two teams who were resting in the living room nodded at him and watched as he stepped on the slightly loose floorboards and wooden stairs, creaking all the way up the stairs.
This Muggle residence, which they used as a temporary base, had obviously not been inhabited for a long time.
Not long after, when Sirius climbed up from the attic to the house and stood on the ridge of the roof, watching the previous team flying away on broomsticks, his eyes gradually fell towards the mountain-like shadow in the distance.
It was night now, and obviously this was not a time suitable for looking into the distance.
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Kick, kick, kick, those irregular footsteps overlapped randomly in this silent night, making it look very messy.
But when those footsteps became more and more numerous as time passed, the originally chaotic movements gradually merged together, making it impossible to hear any special sense of dissonance.
The number of living corpses gathering in the city center is increasing rapidly.
To be honest, even though Lu Ping and the others had been trying to count the number of casualties caused by the attack, due to the rush of time and the inconvenience of statistical methods, there was still a very large error between the statistical results and the actual casualties.
But now, when the living corpses in the entire city follow the guidance and gradually gather in the city center, the intuitive scene will really make people shocked.
"So... so many people have died?"
No matter who it was, even Maka would definitely have a similar sigh in her heart if she could see this scene. But for some people, this is completely normal.
Among these living corpses, most are Muggles, and a few are wizards. As for humanoid creatures such as vampires and werewolves, there are probably some mixed in there.
Of course, in Haierbo's eyes, these living corpses actually only need to be divided into two categories - one type is ordinary living corpses that can only hit and bite like wild beasts; and the other type is those that can use A magical high-level living corpse, nothing more.
If someone were to look down from above the street at this moment, they would find that at a certain intersection among the densely packed living corpses, there was a small circular open space, where only a tall, strong, black figure stood.
That was Haierbo, who was still competing with the devil's will, the "culprit" who gathered this huge number of living corpses.
No one knew what his intention was in gathering so many living corpses into the city center, especially... when he didn't really have complete control over that body.
"It's coming soon... It's coming soon..."
He stood there, muttering softly to himself, with his eyes half open and half closed, as if he was still concentrating on constantly fighting against the demon that almost made him lose all his efforts.
But after muttering a few words, he suddenly raised his head again, and his eyes as deep as ink looked straight at the sky shrouded in gray mist.
At that moment, his sight seemed to penetrate the fog, and then the clouds without any hesitation, until he looked towards the bright starry sky above the city.
Somewhere no longer far away from the earth, a heavy boulder is flying towards the earth's orbit at high speed. The day when it is captured by the earth's gravity is not far away.
"Time is running out...not much more."
Perhaps this is inevitable. Maka and Haierbo have been repeating the same sentence recently.
"Time is running out."