"......'I'll leave this staff and this rune to you first. If you can use them correctly to cast a spell one day, find a way to find me! When the time comes, I'll be reluctant to accept you as an apprentice from the Great Witch Kern (self-proclaimed) who doesn't need waste. ’”

In the clock room of Big Ben in the mirror world, Helbo stared at the "piece of paper" in front of him with fascination, and whispered to himself as he read the ancient Greek words on it.

And after a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head and said:

"Speaking of which...... Is it true that anyone would add a 'self-proclaimed' to the end of the signature of a message post? ”

That's right, the piece of paper that was floating in front of him right now was the message he had seen when he woke up the morning after his first encounter with the witch Kern.

It's a pity that the thing that was once cherished by Helbo is no longer there. The "piece of paper" in front of him at this moment was just a phantom that he forcibly copied with his own memory.

After a pause, Helbo waved his hand, causing it to dissipate into a piece of crystal flying sand.

Obviously, for Helbo, even if the body of the message is long gone, it will always exist in the depths of his soul.

After all, it was the staff and runes that Kern had left him back then that led him to this path of studying the rules of the soul. And even if Helbo never really became her apprentice because the "Goddess of Death Kern" disappeared one day, Helbo always regarded the other party as his first teacher.

Even...... The reason why Helmo worked tirelessly to touch the rules of death is probably not for the sake of the witch Kern, who called himself the "Great Witch".

Of course, whether he himself admits it or not is another matter.

"Miss Kern...... If you're still alive, you'd be amazed by what you saw, right? But then again, you were so anxious back then—with your extraordinary talent and amazing intelligence, if you were willing to think a little more about the risks, how could you still be my turn? ”

To be honest, when I think of the top wizard battle before Kern completely disappeared, Helpo's blood is still boiling to this day.

He was proud to have been the only person in the life of the "Goddess of Death" to have been passed on by her. Even from beginning to end, he only got a soul rule rune from the other party's hand, and a staff that was too ordinary to be ordinary.

He felt that he would never forget the powerful short-haired girl who had risen miraculously and disappeared like a legend.

"It's not long...... It's been two thousand years late, but it won't be long before I'll be able to set foot on the same path you walked to find out more about the mysterious and terrible rules of death......"

Looking at Muriel in front of the huge dial glass, watching her skin turn from white to black inch by inch, and watching every pore gradually begin to ooze muddy secretions like ink, the joy in Helpo's expression became more and more intense.

And beneath his feet, the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling were already covered by the magic circle he had drawn.

As soon as his mind moved and his magic power turned, the array would be fully effective, helping him successfully complete the entire demon summoning plan.

In fact, even Helmo himself wanted to see with his own eyes what the summoned so-called "demon" would look like.

"Come on...... Come on! I'm all ready, just waiting for you! ”

……

"Bang-"

A cloud of ice crystals littered the ground, and Maca didn't even look at it, but spun around and sped away to the other side of the street, leaving only frost marks on the road.

Now, not only did Helmo notice Maca's hunt for the soul gatherers, but Maca also sensed that Helmo's plot was about to reach a critical moment.

Helbo was excitedly hoping for the success of the plan, while Maca was running non-stop all over London.

Both of them have entered the final acceleration stage.

According to the inference that Maca had come up with when she was preparing her plan to save Luna, all he had done so far was to save Luna's life. As for the future that Delphi is talking about, in theory, most of it still hasn't changed much.

Because, he is still on a branch of time that leads to the catastrophe, but he is only one step closer to breaking the limit of the rules of time.

And in order to reverse the future without triggering the forced intervention of the rules of time, it seems highly likely that all he has to do is to break Helbo's plan entirely.

"Demon Summoning Ritual...... Absolutely can't let him finish! ”

If Maca fails to do this, then even if he still has the last converter in Delphi's hand to rewind time, he will inevitably face the exchange of his "existence" for the "peace" of the future.

And it's not clear if you can get it!

Because by that time, he himself has long ceased to exist, and where can he use his own eyes to confirm everything in the future?

Death, perhaps, is not terrible, because you will not even be able to feel scared.

"Die!"

As he rubbed shoulders with the three black-eyed wizards who were still roaming the streets and killing, the Maca Staff swung again.

In the first blow, the sharp and hard handle of the staff pierced directly through the head of one of them; In the second blow, the frosty white regular arc of light turned the other guy into an ice sculpture; And when the third blow was swung out with a backhand, the thigh-thick pillar of light pushed the one-person-high black ball and plowed a half-meter-deep frost gully on the ground.

"Click-"

The next moment the cracking sound was heard, the black shield shattered on the spot, and the collectors inside were reduced to shards of ice crystals all over the ground.

At this moment, Maca, who had deliberately made a big disturbance just now, suddenly noticed that several black thorns were flying straight towards him from a high altitude.

He suddenly raised his head, stepped on his right foot sharply, and then flew straight into the air like a cannonball. In the second he passed those black thorns, he also accurately stepped on the tail of one of them, allowing himself to rise a few points faster.

However, beneath him, the black spike that he stepped on subtly changed direction in an instant, and suddenly pierced the top of the head of the second black-eyed wizard who had turned into an ice sculpture before, nailing his whole body to the ground.

At the same time, Maca, who was climbing in the air, also took the time to look to the east - through the fog, you could see that an ice crystal giant bird was flying up and down in the distance, and a large amount of cold air was wrapped in ice picks, and it kept splashing down several streets like rain, but it was still extremely accurate.

On a previous trip to Buckingham Palace, Maca left Harry behind, but Delphi followed him back to the battlefield.

With her strength, she is indeed much more efficient than Harry and Thomas.

As for Mr. Stewart, the headmaster of Ilvermorny...... Maca didn't actually say anything to him when she left, but the other party took the initiative to follow.

Although Maca didn't see where he was at this moment, she wanted to come...... It shouldn't be out to make trouble.

Sensing that the momentum of the liftoff had reached the end, Maca turned to take out a magic book and flew on it as usual.

"Stop me!"

Suddenly, I saw Maca wave her staff again, and an invisible fluctuation spread out coldly. The two black-pupiled wizards in front of him were unable to defend against the shock of the soul rules, and in an instant, they lost control of their bodies.

Even a momentary pause in such a fast-paced battle is enough to make a huge difference in the situation.

In the next second, Maca decisively abandoned the magic book under his feet, and he instantly burst out with extremely fast speed when he turned on the "Swift" ability.

Coupled with the fact that there were no obstacles in mid-air, he almost reached the opponent's side in the blink of an eye in a straight route, and at the same time as the kick hit his chest, the staff stabbed directly into the opponent's forehead.

With a slam of force, the black-eyed wizard who had lost his ability to move was immediately kicked dozens of feet away, and then he saw a puff of ice crystals burst out of his forehead.

And Maca herself, however, had already come to the side of another enemy.

It has to be said that the reflexes of these soul collectors are not slow. Often, after Maca has dealt with one of them, the second one has already propped up the magic shield and is ready to defend.

A shield like this, made of a mysterious black substance, is indeed quite strong. Even Maca, without the power of rules, it is difficult to knock the other party's "turtle shell" open.

But obviously, every time you use it, it costs a lot of maca's magic. At his current level, he would feel quite tired a few more times in a row.

Maca suddenly realized that she might have to bring Harry out of the way—even if Harry himself might not have to, but his Gryffindor sword was a secret weapon to break the ice.

"Click-la-la-......"

After a freezing sound had passed, the surface of the black ball was covered with frost spots.

"Bell!"

When Maca saw this, she slammed her staff down, making a dull sound like a bell.

"Isn't it really good?"

It was just a try, but since it didn't work, he immediately cast a white glow, freezing the other party and his passport into popsicles.

"Huh?"

Before the other party could fall, Maca suddenly sensed a rather powerful magic fluctuation, which made him hurriedly look in the direction where the fluctuation came from while falling.

"This feeling...... It should be the kind of 'shadow magic' that Stewart used to have. ”

It seems that it would be good to have one more person to help search for the enemy.

“…… How much time is left? ”