The arm of a living corpse rotated in mid-air and fell silently.
This is the consequence of a failed blow against the sharp sword of Gryffindor!
Even the high-level living corpse, which in the eyes of Samuel and others was so powerful that it required a full choir of 333 people to barely match it, actually had one of its arms cut off in just one encounter - for the sudden For Harry, who was prepared to intervene in this battle, his somewhat intimidating appearance had clearly met Hermione's expectations for him to attack.
So after making a lightning-fast counterattack and cutting off an arm of the zombie who tried to intercept him, Harry did not try to pursue him impatiently anymore. Instead, he chose to lower the broom handle and dive in an arc, blocking the group of people in front of them. Right in front of the team of the three major families who were unable to move as they tried to resist the black flames.
"Helpo, your opponent... is me!"
The moment he stopped his broomstick, Harry suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed directly at the demonic figure who was always guarded by a group of high-level zombies. His tone was firm and unquestionable.
Although Harry, who was protected by the Rule of Rage, was no longer afraid of the sea of soul flames that was still in a stalemate with Samuel and others, to be honest, he had nothing to do with those black flames - with his practical knowledge of magic Knowledge cannot break the evil flames of this evil sect.
If he wants to help the group of wizards behind him, there is actually only one thing he can do, and that is to use his sword edge to force the enemy's attention to him, so that Haierbo and his group of high-level living beings can Zhi no longer had time to take action against Samuel and the others.
Standing on the defensive has never been Harry's fighting style. Even if he first chooses to stand between Samuel and others and Herbo, when the time comes, what he will do is still hold the Gryffindor sword high. , charging proudly with anger!
"That's... Harry Potter," Yegor and Samuel, who was leading the remaining troops to cast spells in unison, looked at the back of Harry who appeared out of the sky, glanced at each other subconsciously, and then Yegor heard He said in surprise, "I have read his information. He was a former classmate of McClain and one of the young heroes who had the closest relationship with McClain. It was mentioned many times in the information that his strength was extraordinary. , but... I didn’t expect it to be like this... Samuel, did you see the action of that sword clearly just now?"
Samuel, who was still casting spells to hold on, certainly had no time to speak at the moment, but when he heard what Yegor said, he couldn't help but shake his head, with a very serious look on his face.
Probably seeing what the other party was thinking at the moment, Yegor shook his head and whispered:
"Now that Harry Potter has appeared, he must not be the only one here! Just looking at the current situation, at least in front of the enemy, our purpose is still the same - you and I don't have to worry too much for the time being."
And just as the two people were talking quietly, on the other side, Haierbo finally made a move...
"Oh, it's you! Hug the angry child... You came very quickly." Haierbo spoke from a distance, his voice was not loud, but it still spread throughout the entire defense line, "What? You are still following the will of that little guy. Is that so? Even if you have all been 'betrayed' by him?"
When he said these words, there was no sarcasm in Haierbo's tone. But it just so happened that in the ears of Harry, Hermione and others who were lurking on one side, these words made people feel more and more panicked.
Because obviously, what Haierbo said is the current fact.
"We and Maka..." Harry gritted his teeth and glared at each other, almost saying one word at a time, "We just have differences with him on some points of view! However, we and you - and you, the one who caused disaster... The culprit of all evils in life, he will always be your life-and-death enemy! Do you understand?"
"'The culprit of all evils'...?" Haier seemed to have heard a word that made him interesting. He chuckled and tasted it for some reason, then shook his head slightly and said, "With such a big name, I, Haier, Bo, I don’t dare to take it seriously.”
"It's useless not to admit it! At this point, do you think there are still a few people who don't know what you have done?" Harry yelled through gritted teeth, "What are you talking about! Haierbo, feel my Be angry!”
The moment he called out the other person's name, Harry had already bent his legs and stepped on the broomstick underneath him. The next moment, before he could finish his words, he suddenly stepped down. When the broomstick tilted under the force, he turned into a blurry shadow like an arrow and rushed towards Haierbo. .
However, when it comes to the real shooting speed, Haierbo is actually one point faster than him!
"To be honest, I really don't want to fight these lunatics with the 'Sword of Recklessness'!"
The second before Harry flew out, Herbo could only murmur in the ancient Greek he was familiar with, and then saw his rickety demonic body like a strange old man suddenly flash and move directly through space. Avoiding Harry's swift sword that he was determined to win.
The next moment, Harry, who had stabbed the sword in the air, felt his mind suddenly shaken, as if a strong suction force was trying to tear his consciousness out of his body, and even his vision became distorted.
What Samuel and others saw at this moment was that after Halpo ducked out of the way, several heart-stopping "black holes" appeared out of thin air around Harry's position.
These "black holes" vary in size, but each of them has some strange and powerful attraction.
Most of their power seemed to be exerted on Harry in the center, so that Harry seemed to be being sucked in by countless dementors, and his whole body was twisted.
Even so, Samuel, Yegor and others who were closer could still feel that they were suddenly weak and had a sense of exhaustion that made people feel trance-like.
"It's... evil..."
Harry understood that he had been a little reckless after all.
Perhaps it was his record of repeatedly slaying demons during this period that made him feel more confident, making him feel that even though he was still dangerous, he was already strong enough to rival Haierbo. But it is obvious that even if he just just did not underestimate the enemy, compared to Haierbo, whose first strike was a killing move, although the sword he just struck was fast, it was still not ruthless enough.
The most important thing is, how could he forget that Haierbo can cast the magic of space movement without any obstacles under the clouds
Just as Harry was thinking this with difficulty, another figure suddenly appeared beside him.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger asked me to help you." A somewhat cold voice said.