"Yes, you did say that you can help us solve the food problem..." Aragog said solemnly, "So... there is another reason-the leader of the dark wizard came to see me."
In the deepest part of the spider lair, Aragog and his first batch of blood-transformed children were surrounding Maka. They all stared at Maka quietly and listened to the conversation between Maka and their father.
Behind Aragog, the leader of this incident was hiding in the shadows. It seemed that he had no intention of coming out to face Maka from the beginning.
"Which leader?" Maka continued to ask after hearing Aragog's words.
"What kind of 'Dark Lord' does he claim to be..." Aragog said, "It is a very powerful dark force that we can hardly resist... By the way, he has a familiar smell..."
"The smell of snakes?" Maka reacted immediately.
"Yes, that's right..." Aragog replied softly, "The blood of the basilisk makes us feel a trace of the same kind of breath... dark, moist... hissing..."
"Then what? He wants you and your children to attack Hogwarts?" Maka asked calmly.
"He promised me that after he succeeds, he will give us endless flesh and blood -" Aragog's tone became a little cruel, as if some ferocity was gradually burning in his body, "Delicious... human beings" Of… flesh and blood…”
"You may have high enough intelligence, but you still can't suppress the temptation of instinct?" Maka stared at Aragog for a while, and finally shook her head, "But, what makes you think he will succeed?"
"Because..." Aragog said gloomily, "You will definitely come to me."
The moment this sentence came out of its mouth, a large amount of black energy rushed in from the hole behind Maka. The black energy rolled and swirled... and turned into a large number of figures covered in black smoke.
Almost at the same time, a strange black energy suddenly appeared on Aragog and his children, and the originally gray spider eyes became pitch black again.
"And because..." Aragog continued, "We have more power!"
Before he finished speaking, the dozens of fearless Black Death disciples and the giant spiders rushed towards Maka, who was standing in the middle, together with the rich black energy.
"boom!"
Maka narrowed her eyes slightly, slammed the staff on the ground with a cold face, and a rune on the top of the staff suddenly flashed. In an instant, a touch of icy blue suddenly spread from his body, and the icy breath covered the huge cave with a layer of frost in the blink of an eye.
All the spiders and Black Death Apostles, together with the black energy spreading from their bodies, were frozen in the road.
"Aragog, let me ask you one last question -" Maka said in a solemn tone, "Do you think it was you who raised you? Who does your life... belong to?"
"Hmph..." The black energy on Aragog's body suddenly surged, and as one of his long legs suddenly stepped forward, the frost covering his body suddenly shattered, "Yes! It's Hagrid - Rubeus Hagrid !But… "
It paused and snarled coldly: "But so what? He just treats me as a pet, and you - Maka McClain! You only treat me as an experiment! But that doesn't matter. No one is wrong - because in the end, everything becomes food! The weak... become food for the strong!"
Acromantula is a species that follows instinct from beginning to end, and even its dead companions will be reduced to food. No matter how close their intelligence is to humans, their concepts have been completely different from the beginning.
"Really..." Maka chuckled, "It's rare that I still place my hope in the emotional bond between you and Hagrid. It's really... I'm so disappointed by you."
"Click—"
The frost shells on the other spiders and Black Death Apostles cracked one after another, and black air leaked out wantonly, slowly turning into leaping black flames.
Looking at these familiar black flames, Maka couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"Have the Black Death Apostles become more powerful?" He observed calmly, as if he wasn't too concerned about the upcoming attack. "Voldemort's situation is really worrying!"
"Wow-"
Countless ice shards scattered in all directions, and enemies rushed towards Maka like a tide. The illusory and real black flames rolled and jumped, as if they had a will of their own.
There are a large number of blackened Acromantulas on the ground, and dozens of Black Deaths in the sky. No matter which side they are, no one will fear or flinch because of death.
"You have no chance!" Aragog growled in his rough voice, "My children, countless!"
It is right, no matter how powerful the wizard is, he will eventually be exhausted when he encounters enemies who are coming one after another. Even though Maka's magic is amazingly powerful, there are times when he runs out of magic.
And in the end, Aragog's children will overwhelm him.
But Maka didn't pay attention to its words anymore. He raised his staff high, and several blue-white beams of light burst out from the rune, sweeping around Maka.
The Acromantulas and Black Death Apostles who rushed at the front all lost their black flames and fell to the ground, shattering into lumps of ice.
The spiders following them were also blocked one by one, and their forward speed immediately slowed down.
Maka said nothing, and the beam of light swept through the air again. This time, the beam of light was more than a circle thicker than before, and its intensity was obviously higher. It directly wiped out all the Black Deaths flying from the air with one blow.
Of course, an attack of this intensity would inevitably consume a huge amount of magic power, and he obviously couldn't use it all the time.
But at this moment, Maka frowned slightly. As if he suddenly noticed something, he suddenly turned back and glanced at the hole behind him.
It was this focused "glance" that made him sense a ball of magic power quickly escaping from the hole.
Machadang waved his staff with his backhand, and the magic turned into a sharp blade and flew out from in front of his staff at high speed, blasting towards the magic that was about to disappear within his range of perception.
"… Well."
A muffled groan sounded faintly from the darkness, and then the magic power escaped Maka's perception.
"… Sokas?"
He put this thought aside for the time being, and then turned his head to look at Aragog again. At the same time, he reached into his waist with his left hand and took out a small test tube stuffed with an oak stopper.
"I'll give you a ride instead of Hagrid!" He looked past the large number of spider hairy feet and looked coldly at Aragog, who was still at the end. "You should be lucky, at least I still adopted him. Some of your kids.”
The surrounding spiders had already swarmed around him, and the one running at the front had even raised its giant claws in front of him, and its mouthparts that were constantly opening and closing were flashing with dark green venom.
But Maka, who was surrounded by them, showed no sign of being moved.
But he saw that the test tube in his hand suddenly shattered, and the liquid in it evaporated completely the moment it came into contact with the air.
At the next moment, the spiders around Maka, starting from the circle closest to him, all collapsed weakly. For a while, his ears were filled with the rumble of falling to the ground.
"That's... what... something..." Aragog could no longer support his body. The feeling of extreme weakness spread throughout his body, and he could even feel his life draining away bit by bit.
"Don't you think that I just treat you as an experiment?" Maka threw away the broken test tube in her hand and said expressionlessly, "... I hope my behavior can satisfy you."
"You-" Aragog suddenly twitched, and a lot of green foam came out of the huge mouthparts, "Sure enough... the blood of natural enemies... how annoying..."
"… Yeah?"
Maka said lightly, then turned and walked out. With a slight wave of the staff in his hand, a strong gust of wind rose silently, circulated in the cave, and then blew violently out of the cave.
How could he make such a low-level mistake like being betrayed by a creature he transformed
From the moment he first formulated the bloodline transformation plan, he had already planned to leave a backup. However, the difficulty of using hands and feet during bloodline transformation is much simpler than perfect transformation.
But to be honest, he actually didn't want this backhand to come in handy.
In his impression, although Aragog was cruel, he was still grateful to Hagrid, the person who raised him and saved his life. And Hagrid also had a very deep affection for this little spider that once lived in the kitchen cupboard of Hogwarts.
In this way, judging from the habits of the Acromantula, the Aragog clan in the Forbidden Forest will definitely be gone. Because these guys often eat the same kind, and the modified individuals are obviously more ferocious.
Maka was thinking as she walked away from the large and small spiders on the ground. She was about to throw the magic book in her hand in front of her, but she found a light voice coming from behind her.
"...Sorry...Hagrid."
He turned around suddenly, and the fluorescence on the staff suddenly lit up, only to see that Aragog's four pairs of spider eyes were once again occupied by gray-white color. Judging from his last "sorry", his previous behavior was obviously somewhat contradictory.
While hesitating, Maka seemed to remember something. But he saw his staff suddenly stretched forward, and a black skull-headed shadow swept straight towards Aragog's body.
Immediately, a trace of the spider's soul, which was being eaten away by inexplicable power, was driven out of the body.
"It seems that the previous research was correct. Is the target of the Bewitching Monument really the soul?" Maka frowned and fell into deep thought as she watched the soul become more and more broken.
"... Let me correct you, it's the soul that has been aroused by desire." After a moment, he said with a hint of realization.