"Is there no way to retreat?"
If there were only one or two people on Maka's side, even Haierbo wouldn't be able to do anything about it. If he is not strong enough, just stay away. Even Haierbo cannot chase him all over the world.
That's right, just like what Haierpo himself did before he regained his strength.
However, at that time, Haierbo could dodge and seek good luck and avoid disaster without any worries, but now Maka obviously cannot do that.
"Humph, this is the result of being entangled in worldly concepts and emotions - the fate of so many people is far beyond your reach alone!"
Just as Maka said, Haierbo is here after all... just behind the army of zombies. At this moment, he was looking far away in the direction of Canterbury through the fog, talking to himself as usual.
It is obvious that, at least at this stage, Maka is probably the only obstacle on the path that Haierbo is taking. As long as he crosses this hurdle, a smooth road may be waiting for him.
Well, at least that's how it seemed to Haierbo... Although the flying zombies purified by an inexplicable force earlier made him feel quite concerned.
"Okay, now, let's go!"
Suddenly, Haierbo suddenly raised his hand and saw that all the living corpses that were advancing at the same pace suddenly increased their speed, crowded with each other and rushed towards the ruins of the church that was the entrance to Spiral Town.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumble of footsteps.
After a while, the speed zombies running at the forefront finally put some distance between themselves and the large army, and took the lead in arriving at the open space where Maka and Harry were.
Maka looked at the crazy large group of small living corpses rushing toward her on their hands and feet, and she couldn't help but twitching at the corner of her eyes.
"Harry, just guard the entryway and leave the rest to me."
"OK."
At this point, Harry no longer wants to say anything more about combat assignments, because he knows very well that with his current ability, he can only serve as a striker for Macca.
After confirming that Harry behind her turned around rationally and entered the church ruins, Maka slowly clenched her left fist. Finally, after her right arm regained its mobility, the left arm that had been damaged at the soul level was finally resting. It's almost done.
And because he had rested for a while next to the unconscious Hermione, some of his magic power had also recovered. In this way, at least he can persist a little longer.
"Come on! Haierbo—"
Before he finished speaking, Maka suddenly reached forward with his hands, and quickly sketched out several Phoenician runes in front of him while distracted. When the soul rune representing "arrogance" finally flashed in the center, a black stream of flames suddenly erupted from between his hands.
Soul Flame is not Haierbo's patent. Any wizard who has studied the rules of the soul to a certain extent has the possibility of casting it.
"...Including Delphi, it should be possible."
This thought passed through Maka's mind in an instant, because although he did care about the other party's situation, now was obviously not the time to think about that.
Since only Delphi knew a certain part of the plan, now he could only trust the other party.
The next second, at the moment when the flames of the soul flame spurted out straightly, Maka made a mistake with her hands again. Then he saw that the angle of the flames changed instantly, causing the flames to whip out like a huge whip.
In fact, using soul flames to deal with living corpses was what Maka had thought of while sitting on the pile of abandoned stones. Although he could not purify the living corpses like Dumbledore, he could use the soul flame to burn the remaining souls in their bodies, but it was also a method that completely made them lose the possibility of recovery.
Looking at the small living corpses that were constantly being burned by the black flames and falling to the ground, Maka nodded secretly.
It's a pity that releasing the soul flame in such a large amount obviously consumes too much magic power. Haierbo, who has a deeper understanding of the soul rules and a higher degree of compatibility with him, may be able to do a better job, but he certainly cannot do it more like this. times.
After trying it out with the opponent's "vanguard" this time, it's best to wait until as many zombies as possible can be gathered before using it again.
Soon, Maka stopped breathing the soul flame and waved her hand again. As the cooling runes flashed by, ice edges as thick as thighs were formed on the ground in front of them one after another, accurately pinning the last small zombies among the enemies in their running way.
Not long after, there was an ice pick filled with cold air outside the church, and on each stick hung a living corpse that was struggling to slow down.
At first glance, this place seems to be an ice cemetery under the night sky - and it is also a "sky burial" type!
Maka couldn't help but twitch at the corners of her mouth because she was complaining like this, but found that she couldn't laugh after all.
"Maka, are the first batch... over?"
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard Harry's questioning voice coming from the ruins of the church behind him.
"Yes!" Maka said without looking back, "However, this is just the fast part - they were the ones we cleared out the most on the front lines before, and now naturally there aren't many left. So... the next thing The big team is the highlight of tonight!”
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"The first wave of enemies... has been eliminated by Maka."
While Maka was dealing with all the vanguard of the zombie army outside, Luna's voice suddenly floated faintly from the mercury statue in the central square of Spiral Town.
Neville, who had just failed to communicate with Delphi again, felt somewhat depressed and finally improved a little after hearing Luna's words.
At the same time, Delphi on the other side of the statue also rarely regained some energy - even though she still seemed out of sorts, she was at least much better than before.
When Neville saw it, he was about to say something else based on the topic Luna provided. Unexpectedly, he saw Delphi across from him speaking before him.
"Mr. Longbottom, can I ask you a favor?"
"Uh... what's the matter?"
Looking at the slightly surprised Neville, Delphi hesitated for some reason, and then said seriously:
"I think I need to leave for a while - during the short period of my absence, Miss Lovegood's guard duty will be left to you! I will be back as soon as possible."
"This..." Neville said hesitantly, "Yes, yes, but where are you going?"
"Over there in the observation room." Delphi said.