At some point, even the fog that had shrouded the city for a long time had left, and there was a lonely and silent figure on the streets of London.
To be honest, after London has finally become an empty city, whoever appears here will probably appear very abrupt. It's just because there are no more people here, so even if there is an extra person on the empty road for no reason, no one will notice it.
I don't know how much time passed before the figure suddenly reached out and touched his empty left shoulder. His eyes seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
"That woman... should I say she is stupid? Or should I say she is smart? She would have died a long time ago, but she still leaves so many troubles to hinder my progress... "
That's right, the one currently in London is none other than Halpo, who already possesses the body of a demon. The muscles on the dark body were tangled, glowing like metal under the sunlight.
Although this so-called "demon" does not have "goat horns" or "bat wings" as described in Muggle mythology, but just looking at this body that is only in human form but not at all human, probably no one will be right. His identity is doubtful.
However, at the moment, Haierbo's strong body is surprisingly missing an arm.
His left arm seemed to have been severed at shoulder level by some kind of sharp weapon. There was no blood on the section, only some black matter that looked like granulation was constantly squirming.
There is no doubt that it is the strange state displayed by the demonic body trying to regenerate its lost arm, but being unable to break through some obstacle.
"However, Rowena, you are still dead after all, aren't you? I must admit that your wisdom and talent are indeed beyond my reach. In just a few decades of life, you have touched the level 3 The spatial truth of the rules also imprinted the incomplete space rule runes on the body of the alchemy half-life... "
Having said this, Haierbo couldn't help but touch the fracture on his left shoulder again - the extremely smooth touch clearly told him that the rules of space still remained.
It was obvious that the bronze eagle had exhausted its own magic power and caused much more damage to Haierbo than Maka had imagined. At that time, Haierbo definitely did not leave Hogwarts just because he was unable to break through the space blockade.
But then, Haierbo shook his head expressionlessly.
"But it's a pity," he said coldly, "you are still dead! This proves that although my wisdom is not as good as yours, I made the most correct choice - only a long enough life can support the wizard. One step, truly climb to the pinnacle of magical truth!”
And just when Haierbo was talking to himself like he was underground, the slowly squirming black flesh buds on the cross section of his left arm seemed to be growing, elongating, and intertwining little by little... Although the speed was very slow, his The left arm is definitely recovering.
"Um-"
Suddenly, Haierbo, who was chattering alone just now, raised his head and looked in the direction of the sun.
Because there is no fog over London, the sun shines freely, and it looks very dazzling just looking straight at it.
But Haierbo seemed unaware of this, seeing him just looking at him from a distance, and said softly:
"It's almost... Rowena, you can stop me once or twice, how can you stop me three or four times? As soon as the time comes, no one can stop me... Well, it's almost... Soon!"
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"Okay, Lupin, I'll leave this to you. Next, I'll go to the front line to take a look. After all the Muggle people along the way are evacuated, I will return with Kingsley and the others. The rest... we'll talk about it then!"
After leaving this explanation, Maka left Spiral Town again and rushed to the battlefield non-stop as he said.
And when he finally arrived at the front line of the battlefield, which was said to be in very bad condition, he saw with his own eyes just how miserable the state of the suppression team was.
To be honest, this is obviously not a current situation that intelligence personnel can fully convey through coded texts or oral messages.
"Kingsley, are you hurt?"
Maka couldn't help but frown when she saw Kingsley's naked upper body and his waist and abdomen tied with bandages. Even Kingsley, the frontline commander, was injured like this. It was natural for the other team members to think so. Know.
"Maka, you're finally here!" Seeing Maka appear in front of him, even with Kingsley's composure, he couldn't help but be a little excited, "Maka, the situation here is really not good, those people in London Mist…”
"You don't need to tell me. I met Charlie from the Weasley family, and then went back to Spiral Town. Coupled with the scene in front of me now, I basically know everything I need to know."
As Maka said, regardless of the many previous changes, the battlefield at this moment has fully exposed the tragic situation on the front line.
Just looking around, the main battlefield ahead is full of wandering zombies, and the suppression team no longer dares to easily run directly in front of them to stop them.
Because the previously evacuated team was overtaken by an army of living zombies, half of the city was swallowed up in the fog and transformed into the same kind. In addition, some more were added one after another along the way. The number of living zombies now even exceeds that of the fog. The range that can be covered.
Among the living corpses, the most eye-catching ones are the various new species with different shapes - after being attacked by various spells and Muggle weapons, those guys seem to have grown.
For example, the flying zombies that Maka had eliminated earlier were obviously one of them.
It can be seen that some of them are as huge as giants, with their bodies made up of the remains of a large number of living corpses, some are agile and run around like monkeys, and some even have breakthroughs in magical abilities. An individual existence with a pitch-black body wrapped in flames or ice.
In order to ensure their own safety, the suppression team can only fight and retreat now, and never stay in the same place for too long. Moreover, Harry, as a melee expert, kept waving his sword around the team to avoid as much as possible the small, fast zombies from rushing into the team.
But even so, the wounded will inevitably appear, and the battle will become increasingly difficult.
Looking at the scene like a group of demons dancing wildly, Maka immediately had an idea. Suddenly, a large piece of light mist appeared around him, and then suddenly condensed.
The next moment, his Silver Eagle Patronus immediately spread its wings and flew from it, rushing towards the clearing team that was locked in a fierce battle.
However, Maka herself did not follow him. Instead, after calling out her patron saint, she looked at Kingsley beside her again.
"I think I have to ask you a question," he frowned, "Where's Delphi? Didn't she come with you?"
Yes, the bad situation on the front line was indeed unexpected by Maka. And when he came to the battlefield and took a look, he finally discovered the problem that caused his "miscalculation."
"Where is Delphi?"