“…… Return the dagger of pain to my teaching. ”

In the main hall, the words of the old prophet were still echoing. He sat down on the carved pedestal, as he had done at first, as if he had not seen the scene where Maca easily resisted the six disciples, and he was not surprised.

Is it the wizards who are still blocking the door that make him fearless? Or does the old man have other powerful hole cards in his hand?

In addition, the six black-robed cultists who had just attacked at the right time did not immediately carry out a second attack after missing once. It seemed that they were planning to secretly weigh up the fight with Maca first.

Or...... What are they waiting for?

"Is it still the same sentence?" Maca's gaze passed over the group of wizards in front of the temple and cast her eyes deeper, "Even if you want me to hand over the 'Dagger of Pain'...... Don't you think you should give me an explanation first? For example, what is a 'dagger of pain'? For example, what is your purpose? ”

In these successive interrogations, he had actually mixed in the skills of the Regent's Mind Technique. However, this magic, which had almost never been defeated before, seemed to have a big discount on the effect this time.

It is worthy of a wizard with the blood of a prophet, and the strength of his spiritual will is really extraordinary.

"Don't you want to say it?"

Maca frowned, and the staff in her hand was raised again, causing the six black-robed cultists standing around him to also aim their blades at him. Even the cultist who had broken the dagger with his wand quickly pulled out his wand.

Obviously, if Maca moved again, they would give up and hesitate and go straight to it.

"Inheritor of pain," said the old prophet at last, "I don't know where you got it, but it doesn't belong to you, and it doesn't do you any good...... Return it to our religion and you will be spared of your sins......"

"Not mine? Who does that belong to? Makana's hand holding the staff was still in mid-air, giving the illusion that it would fall at any moment, "Does it belong to you?" ”

Then the prophet closed his mouth again, as if he was not going to say anything more.

Just as Maca felt incomprehensible to the other party's words, in the other party's mind, Maca's words were probably nothing more than a provocation.

"It's hard to talk to you......"

It was clear that Makana's intentions were not a delusion. At the same time as he muttered quietly, the staff had already paused lightly on the floor tiles, and all the six people who had been staring at him were so excited that they rushed towards the middle.

But in the next moment, a cold air instantly overflowed, covering most of the open space in front of the hall at once.

When he walked out of the ice mist with his magic staff, not even one of the six disciples who attacked him at the same time just now came out, and no one even knew what had happened there in just over ten seconds.

"Please give way ......"

After waving at the large group of wizards in front of her, Maca walked straight ahead regardless of whether they could understand English or not.

However, I don't know if it's really because of the language barrier, or because they don't want to let it at all.

In short, when Maca walked forward without saying a word, only a few people hesitated to give way. Most of the other wizards, after a slight commotion, fell silent again.

Maca noticed that most of the people couldn't help but glance back in the direction of the stone platform in the depths of the main hall when they realized that he wanted to break in. Then, their hearts, which were slightly uneasy because they had witnessed Maka's strength, settled down.

"It seems that the prophet's hole cards are probably not this rabble...... On the contrary, the prophet is their reliance, right? ”

As he thought so, his steps did not stagnate, as if he could not see the group of wizards in front of him, and stubbornly walked forward.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

Suddenly, the Indian wizards standing at the forefront felt a strange sensation, as if an invisible wall was pressing extremely violently against him. The invisible barrier slammed into him so violently that he couldn't help but follow Maca's every step and retreat.

And it was at this moment that the other party said something in a language that Maca didn't understand, and then all the wands were aimed at him.

If you want to withstand a lot of spells, even Maca can't bear it. After all, he is just as ordinary a human, but he doesn't have the blood of giants like Hagrid and Maxim to increase his resistance.

But one thing that is fatal about modern magic is that under all equal circumstances, the preemptive effect will be amazingly good.

The magic he used to push the crowd just now was an expanded version of the "Iron Armor Spell". Shield-shaped barriers, which were originally only used to deflect spells and physical entities, have significantly reduced defense when increased in range, but can have an unexpected effect when used cleverly enough.

I saw that Maca casually pushed the staff forward, followed by a large number of wizards on their backs, only a few people standing on the side successfully cast the offensive spell, but only a few puffs of light produced by the impact of the iron armor spell burst out in the air.

As for Maca, she had already calmly passed through the crowd and easily stepped into the main hall.

"Bang!"

With a wave of Maca's backhand, he took the initiative to close the door of the temple. And then another defensive spell sealed the door completely - it was up to the group of guys to force their way in after being locked out without resistance.

"You still don't ...... Never mind. ”

There were so few light sources in the hall that it was almost drowsy at a glance. With a wave of her staff, Maca lit up a scorching glow and gently threw it into the air, and the hall was suddenly bright.

At this time, it could be clearly seen that in addition to the old prophet on the stone platform in the depths of the palace, there were also three black-robed disciples on each side of him. If you count the six who rushed out just now, there are a total of twelve.

It's just that there are really only so many people here?

Of course not, at least Maca can still vaguely sense that there are obviously people hiding in the side halls behind the hall and on both sides, but the other party has no intention of exposing it for the time being.

But no matter how many people there were, he didn't want to say anything more. It would obviously be pointless if he was the only one trying to talk, he didn't want to talk into the air.

Yes, he simply shut his mouth and walked down the scarlet carpet in the center of the hall to the carved stone platform.

"Stop him," said the Prophet, as Maka walked on without saying a word, but this time in modern Persian, "to obey the commands of the Church, all for the sake of faith." ”

"For the faith!"

The black-robed disciples on both sides responded in unison, and they also grabbed the hilt of the sword on the back of their backs with their backhands like the six companions before.

Earlier, due to the lack of light outside, Maca didn't see the appearance of these cultists too clearly. But this time, although they were also wearing hoods, those six pairs of cold eyes made his heart sink.

Naturally, he wasn't worried about the strength of the other party, and through the previous fight, he understood that if these people didn't have other means, they wouldn't pose much of a threat to themselves at all.

A fast opponent, he has met enough.

For example, the group of black dead disciples made by Voldemort in the past were comparable to fire dragons in terms of physical strength, speed, and strength, and they were obviously only faster than these black-robed cultists in front of them.

What he cared about was the cold eyes that were so familiar to him - once upon a time, he had been in such a state of emotionlessness, and even spent an extremely depressed time because of it.

"Huh?"

Just as Maca was about to quickly deal with the six people in front of her, and then approached the prophet on the stone platform, a wave of magical power spread through the main hall.

And the next moment, the six black-robed disciples disappeared in an instant.

It was the old prophet—he seemed to have cast a spell similar to the Transfiguration Charm, hiding the form of the cultists.

However, this stealth tactic may have had a significant effect on other wizards, but it obviously could not bother Maca in the slightest.

So, when the group of disciples disappeared from sight, Maca waved her staff without hesitation.

Six invisible and shadowless magic blades met the six black-robed cultists in a state of stealth with extreme precision. This is exactly what he got from Snape's Shadowless Charm, which is fast, stealthy, and extremely effective, and it is simply appropriate to use it here.

But then, the strange movements made by the six disciples made him stunned for a moment.

Yes, at the moment when the invisible blade was about to hit the opponent in full, the six opponents actually kicked their feet in unison and avoided them perfectly with a rather awkward movement.

If it is someone else, it may not be visible, because the blade and the cultist are invisible. But Maca "saw" very clearly - his attack was completely dodged.

"What's going on?"

He thought of a lot of possibilities in a very short period of time, such as the other party can sense magic, and the other party can predict danger, etc., but this is naturally not something that can be answered in a short time.

Although the thoughts in her mind continued, Maca's movements did not stop. Even if he is avoided once, he still has a lot of leeway to attack a second or even a third time.

"Since you can hide, then you can't dodge-"

This time, he didn't use any Divine Blade Shadowless Spell anymore, but in the moment of swinging his staff, a large area of flame surged up in front of him like a wave, rushing straight forward with a majestic momentum.

In the past, Dumbledore had enjoyed using this type of magic technique, as the base spell, the Fire Charm, had a low cost, but was surprisingly effective in using it.