"What are you still doing? Are you really going to wait until that kid goes crazy before you come back to your senses and start regretting it?"
If such a voice hadn't suddenly sounded, reminding everyone present, Delphi, Hermione and other partners would have continued to hesitate and completely missed the last chance to rescue Harry.
After all, although they had made up their minds to kill the demon "Wrath" on the spot today, after all, none of them had any previous experience of killing a demon - they could not be sure that the extremely powerful guy was really "dead" Under such circumstances, no one dares to act rashly.
"Now as an ally, I think I might be able to give you one more 'kind reminder' for free," the rich and deep voice added leisurely again, "If that kid's will is completely controlled by the 'Rage Rules' If it is eroded, no one can restore it, and at that time... Hey, I don't think you want to see your companions turn into madmen, killing people and bleeding everywhere with an extremely sharp sword. A scene with Chenghe, right?”
"...Lord of the Living Corpses?"
Hermione, who was relatively far away from the center of the battlefield, heard the familiar voice coming from behind, and immediately looked back subconsciously. Then she saw a tall figure that had never appeared again during the entire battle. Standing silently on the top of a hill not far away. And behind him, the "younger brother" of the twin living corpses also stood with his head bowed, like the former's most loyal servant.
Because no one noticed their arrival, it was not even clear at this moment whether they had just arrived or whether they had actually been there watching silently.
And... where is the other demon, Pride now
Although there are many questions, the reminder just given by the other party is also the same... No, it is more important than these things at the moment! There was no room for them to delay any longer.
Hermione just called the other person unconsciously, and then immediately remembered that Harry was still not out of danger, so the next moment she turned around again and ran in the direction where the demon's head fell to the ground.
At the same time, people including Ginny, Hannah, Alexander and Enns, who had been dragged out of the battlefield by Neville, also gathered over there.
Only Sarah and Safina glanced here several times, intentionally or unintentionally, before rushing over together.
"Look at me? I have nothing to look at."
The "Lord of the Living Corpses" who suddenly appeared on the top of the hill didn't even look at them. He just turned his head slightly to look at the headless body of the giant demon "Wrath" and shook his head lightly without caring.
"'Wrath' will be destroyed by 'Wrath', that's it, the most correct ending." He muttered vaguely in a voice that only he could hear.
…
If no one helps, he will really sink into the ocean of rage!
At this moment, Harry, who was still ignorant of the external situation, was trying his best to hold on and couldn't help but think like this - he didn't want to bother others, but unfortunately, he was indeed almost unable to resist the surging pressure at the moment. There was a wave of anger.
But he didn't know how long it took, maybe a long time, but it seemed like just the next second, an equally majestic force with a strange warmth suddenly merged into his consciousness like a clear spring in a mountain stream. , the anger that had been aroused to an extremely strong level was gradually extinguished.
After a while, he vaguely heard some noisy movements, which suddenly lit up his dark and dead sea of consciousness due to the loss of his five senses.
"... hold him down... use more force and don't let him move. I need..."
That seemed to be Delphi's voice, but...who was she talking to? Who are you talking about? Who to hold down
"me?"
As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Harry suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his limbs seemed to be pressed tightly, unable to move at all. There was only a slight chill on his forehead, as if there was a hand on it, and the gentle power just now seemed to come from there.
Then…
"Eh? Why... is there water dripping on my face? Is it raining?"
All kinds of lost and recovered feelings came back together, which made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, but this undoubtedly showed that he was gradually recovering from the nearly desperate state before.
After more than ten minutes, he finally struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and although it was not very bright, the light that he had longed for several times poured into his pupils.
"Crack."
I don’t know if it’s because the senses I just regained are too sensitive or something, but I can clearly hear the sound of unknown water drops falling on my cheeks.
As the light in front of his eyes dimmed slightly, the faces gradually became clearer.
"Ginny...are these your...tears? I thought it was raining!"
The sound squeezed out of the extremely dry throat was naturally inaudible, and even Harry felt a little awkward listening to it, but to the ears of Ginny and others, it was like the sound of nature.
"Wake up! Harry, you're awake -" Ginny's soft cry of surprise sounded, and then she hurriedly turned her head and said, "Miss Hohenheim, it's okay... You can let go of him, his arm is almost It’s broken.”
"Mr. Potter is not so fragile, but he is very strong!"
Although Sarah said so casually, she immediately waved her hand gently, causing several tall alchemy dolls to withdraw their hands and step aside.
It was only then that Delphi, who had placed his palm on Harry's forehead, withdrew his hand and nodded thoughtfully as he looked at Harry who had regained himself.
"It should be fine," she nodded slightly, "but I have to say that this is somewhat of a fluke... Miss Granger, Miss Weasley... and of course Mr. Potter, if you want to blame me, I won't There will be any opinions - after all, when I made such a temporary judgment at the time, there was indeed an element of gambling in it."
Hearing Delphi suddenly say such words, not to mention Ginny and Hermione who were somewhat silent afterwards, at least Harry was still confused. He had almost no idea what had just happened and why Delphi had said something like an apology.
It wasn't until he turned his head slightly with doubts, and then saw the huge black head not far away that couldn't be completely blocked even if there were people standing side by side in front of him... that he vaguely understood.
"The devil...is he dead?"
Harry licked his chapped lips and asked vaguely.