In this world, it seems that there are really "demons".

Of course, the so-called "demon" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram horns, or even any obvious symbols.

However, as far as Delphi's letter suggests, it is certain that they possess great power.

According to the ancient magic book Abbateel, no one knows where the "demon" comes from, not even the wizards who try to activate the demon summoning technique to summon the demon. The only thing that can be known is that they will be attracted to sinful spirits and then come to this world.

Demon summoning was designed and created on the basis of this theory.

As for what exactly the demons are capable of...... Or how powerful they really are. According to Delphi, they are not only superior to common sense in terms of physical strength, but also possess a unique and terrifying talent for magic, and ordinary wizards are even indistinguishable from Muggles in the face of demons.

What's even more terrifying is that the demons don't have any distractions in their hearts, they only come to taste the fresh soul. They have no mercy, they have no fear, they don't know good and evil, and even those who summon them cannot control their every move.

However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful being was not the ultimate goal of Helbo. Because what he wants is not a disobedient summon at all, but the ** of that powerful summon!

Yes, with the help of the immortality of Horcruxes and the immortality of remnants, what Helmo is best at is snatching other people's bodies to resurrect. Needless to say, the demon's body must be difficult to capture, but once he succeeds......

It's hard to imagine how strong Helbo will be if he gives up being a man.

To be honest, this information added by Delphi did make Maca feel very bad. He read it three times in a row, and then he could barely digest the information and finally calm down a little.

But just as Maca turned around and wanted to go back to talk to Akinbad, another thought popped into her mind.

"Wait," he paused, wondering secretly, "where did Delphi get this letter from?" Could it be that she hasn't left London yet? ”

Due to the fog in London, it became very difficult to locate at a distance, and even communication was greatly affected. If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean, it would have been impossible for the icebird that had just passed the letter to be delivered to him so quickly.

Coupled with the fact that she and Delphi had only been separated for a long time, Maca could only think that the other party might not have left the city of London until now.

"Something is wrong, there must be a problem."

Thinking of this, Maca instantly put aside the idea of going back to Akinbad, and flew over the street following the faint traces of magic left by the ice bird when it flew just now.

"Is it over here?"

With her hands on the magic book, Maca kept flying forward in the air, carefully sensing the magic fluctuations in front of her as she flew. Because of the influence of the gray mist, the magic fluctuations remained for a short time, and his perception ability also weakened a lot, and it seemed very difficult to pursue this way.

But it wasn't long before he touched a deserted alley little by little, and finally sensed some other, more reactive magic fluctuations in the deepest part of the alley.

However, he could feel that the magic fluctuation was rapidly fading away at this moment.

“…… Underground? ”

Before the magic was gone, Maca sensed the direction of the mana fluctuations, which were coming from under his feet.

After taking two steps back, Maka suddenly waved her hand, and the floor of the roadway, which was originally paved with bricks, arched. For a moment, the earth was tumbling and the masonry was undulating, and soon he dug a deep hole.

The next moment, Maca didn't hesitate and jumped into it with a slight leap.

"Stones?"

Under the effect of the spell, Maca's body floated down for a short while, and as the brightness around him decreased little by little, he also fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a hard feeling under his feet.

With a casual flick of his finger, a ball of light radiated a bright glow from the pitch-black underground, dispelling the darkness around him.

"Huh?"

Now you can see that he is indeed stepping on a large rock...... Or rather, a slate. And on that stone slab, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maca a sense of familiarity in her heart.

Of course, Maca still remembers the mirror space she and Delphi went to, only black, white and gray London, which is impressive. Not only that, but he remembered how he had entered the space in the first place, as he had spent a lot of effort finding the slate afterwards.

But who knows, he deliberately went to look for it at that time but couldn't find it anywhere, but now it just appeared at his feet.

"The mana fluctuations are completely gone?"

Maca squatted down slightly, reached out and touched the lines on the slate, and couldn't help but secretly say in her heart:

"Just now...... Delphi should have started it, right? ”

If he had come any later, he would have missed it again...... No, if Delphi hadn't sent the Ice Bird to him for additional information, he wouldn't even be here.

It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.

"What the hell is she trying to do?"

Maca frowned and thought about it, but put aside the unanswered doubts for a while, and leaned down to study the slate. It can be seen that the characters on this slate are obviously different from the previous one.

……

Not to mention that Maca's side was being greatly confused by Delphi's actions, at least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals were very clear.

After a fierce battle, the two tacitly cooperated and finally killed a black-eyed wizard on the spot. Although the battle was hard-fought and Harry was slightly injured as a result, they were undoubtedly the first two to kill the Gatherer in the midst of the war.

"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Did you feel anything uncomfortable? ”

During the battle, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorns, and the injuries at that time looked very serious.

But he still endured the sharp pain of a large hole in his shoulder, bleeding and gritting his teeth, and finally found a gap and pierced the opponent's head with the Gryffindor sword.

Subsequently, he finally lost too much blood because of the long drag, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, it scared Neville enough to heal him and replenish his blood, and it was only with great difficulty that he woke him up.

Harry shook his head at Neville's apprehensive inquiry.

"It's okay, you see, it's really just an ordinary injury, and there shouldn't be any strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arm twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face was not so pretty.

"But seriously, it was more uncomfortable for me to stab the guy in the head at the end than the injury on my shoulder." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little disgusting......"

Because the Gryffindor sword was so sharp, he barely felt anything when he stabbed into the opponent's head, similar to when he practiced with the dueling puppet earlier.

But even so, the feeling of killing with your own hands is definitely not much better.

Lowering his left hand slightly, Harry lifted the sword that had been clenched in his right hand, the silver blade was still as smooth as a mirror, and the battle had not left any traces on it at all, not even a trace of blood.

Who would have thought that such a delicately carved and gorgeously looked silver sword was actually a weapon of mass murder that could easily take people's lives?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville said as he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him, "I didn't kill him myself, so I might not be in a position to say anything big...... However, that guy must have killed a lot of innocent wizards and Muggles by now, and that is the retribution he deserves! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly glanced behind him at the witch they had rescued earlier, who was now holding her child and following closely in their footsteps.

"You see, wasn't he trying to kill that lady when we met him? You should understand that we are doing the right thing. ”

"I know," Harry nodded, "I know, it must have been right to save someone, and I have no regrets about killing him...... I'm just, not quite used to it, a little nauseous. ”

Tightening the palm of his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword again, Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, don't think about it yet...... he sighed softly, and said silently, "this is disgusting, it is nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in the city of London right now, I only hope that this disaster will end as soon as possible!" How many deaths have we seen along the way? ”

"yes!"

The two boys, who were supposed to be a year away from graduating from school, were now clenched at their weapons, and their bodies were stained with their own or someone else's blood.

They sighed one after another and walked forward step by step, walking into the distance in the mess everywhere.

This is a real catastrophe, a catastrophe that forces people who should not have suffered so much pain and grief to face despair.

At this moment, the perpetrator of this disaster not only has no remorse, but is even ecstatic as the disaster progresses, letting out bursts of creepy laughter.

"Hurry up...... Hurry up...... The Tenth ......"

Helmpo stood in the middle of the clearing, in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads bowed, whispering to himself.

McKellen ...... Don't let me down, good young man? ”