Sissi's face was pressed against his chest, and she hadn't even reacted yet.

There was a nice smell on his body, not strong, like. The breath of the sun.

She opened her eyes slightly, and there was a hint of distraction in her dark green eyes.

A picture of a dream seemed to come before her eyes, and she sat in the crook of her arm, and the owner of the crooked arm asked in his soft voice.

"What did your mother give you a name?"

"Sissi." Sissi replied subconsciously.

But she soon realized that the voice just now was not the person who was holding her.

I saw him slowly lower his head and look at himself with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"You can call me that." Sissi quickly explained.

The corners of Char's mouth curled into an imperceptible smile, but she still whispered.

"My name is Char."

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if it had the power to soothe, making people feel at ease, like a lake in the early morning, without a trace of disturbance.

His voice soothed Sissi at the moment.

Beelzebub's eyes froze slightly, and the light of magic spread out in all directions.

The massive body was retracted, and his demon form slowly floated in the air.

The square fell silent again. As Beelzebub retracted his demonic form, the magicians in the square finally saw the appearance of the man who had suddenly appeared.

Mycroft could clearly see the excitement and excitement on the faces of these magicians, as if hope was coming.

Leo, who was standing next to the man who suddenly appeared, was even more excited and ruddy.

And the Grim Reaper seemed to know this man, and they took off their masks one after another, looking at him a little distractedly.

McCroft didn't know the man, but he did know that things seemed to be taking a turn for the better.

Sherlock looked around for a moment, watching the reactions of the magicians, including the Grim Reaper, and he was equally aware of something.

"Who's that?" Watson asked from the side.

"I don't know." Sherlock shook his head, "But I think someone can deal with this." ”

He looked at Locke, the only person he had in the wizarding world at the moment.

His expression was not much better than the rest of the people, and even because of the appearance of this person, the originally tense nerves directly relaxed and fell to his knees.

"Who is he?" Sherlock asked directly.

Before Locke could speak, Beelzebub above withdrew his gaze from Char's wand.

"Where did you get this thing?"

"A wolf's mouth." Char said.

Beelzebub's eyes gleamed with a faint light, "That wolf is not easy to deal with. ”

Char nodded nondeniably, "It's okay." ”

"Are you one of theirs?" Beelzebub looked around.

Char also looked around, and a nonsensical smile appeared on his face.

"To be honest, I wasn't actually going to be here.

The fate of mankind ultimately depends on human beings themselves.

It is impractical to rely on a "savior" to save everything.

In other words, if human beings want to go to the end, they must also make themselves this savior

Sacrifice and destruction have always been throughout human history, but every time humanity shows signs of destruction, it will inevitably be reborn and move towards a new future. ”

Even Joan of Arc would not have been able to end the war without the sacrifices of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the West Francis front. So she always thinks that she is not a hero, if she has to say, she is just a leader. The real heroes are all the people who gave everything in that war.

But relying on a person with absolute power to guard humanity like a nanny, humanity will never grow.

Char's tone of speech is very calm, and there is a sense of eloquence, which makes people listen to it very comfortably.

His words do not seem to have been addressed to Beelzebub, but to those around him.

Beelzebub sneered, "In that case, why are you here?" ”

"For some reason I had to be here." Char looked down at Sissi in her arms.

He slowly looked up at Him.

"Go back, Beelzebub. It's not yet time for you to come into the world."

"I can't go back, you don't have the qualifications to decide!" Beelzebub slowly grinned and rushed towards Char.

He is so fast that it is difficult to catch with the naked eye. But the moment he came to Char, Char also raised the wand in his hand and swept towards him.

There was a clear flash of disdain in His eyes. In this world, apart from dragons and gods, there is no other existence that can compare with His physical qualities.

His breath froze, and his right palm turned into a claw and gripped at the wand.

However, the moment his palm touched his wand, his complexion changed instantly, but it was too late.

In the eyes of the people around, a monstrous sound like a landslide spread to the surroundings, as if trembling slightly.

Mycroft saw that the space seemed to collapse and twist towards the point of impact at the moment of impact.

Soon, however, he saw a dark shadow flying into the distance at the speed of sound, and even formed a sonic boom cloud.

And the white-haired mysterious existence stood quietly in place, still holding a gun in one hand, and holding the equally mysterious girl with his right hand, without moving for half a minute.

Char's wand was cast with a miniature black hole in mass equivalent to the mass of the entire Himalayas.

To do this, Tony also added a gravity system to it.

A strong mass plus a gravity system that can guide the direction of the mass

As long as there is enough acceleration distance, it is the kind of space-based weapon in the special forces that destroys the whole of London at once.

Char didn't even need to exert much force to inflict a devastating effect.

Beelzebub quickly stabilized himself in the air and quickly flew towards Char.

At this moment, his heart was already enveloped with anger.

The surrounding void slowly cracked, and countless thick tentacles stretched out and crashed into Char.

Char, on the other hand, detached the spellcasting system from Ganganir and threw it forward gently.

"Boom!"

The spear instantly broke through the sound barrier and rushed towards Beelzebub with the sound waves spreading in all directions.

The spear slammed into Beelzebub's tentacles in that instant. The surging blood-colored magic spread out in all directions, and the dim sky was covered in blood.

Countless flies flapped their wings around them, and the buzzing sound was drowned out by the crisp sound of magic and metal colliding.

The spear exuded a strange brilliance, and the primordial lune of the spear head also exuded a strange brilliance, and the huge magic power made the temperature around it rise at a speed visible to the naked eye like the sun.

The magic that spread into the square had a strong corrosive force, and everyone around felt a hot sting in their faces.

"Go to the warship!" Mycroft said without hesitation.

At this time, there is only such an industrial creature in the whole city that can protect them.

Sherlock hurriedly picked up James, who had broken his leg, with Watson, and then moved to the warship with Mycroft.

However, Mycroft's eyes never took off Char's body.

Beelzebub above had a hideous face and scarlet eyes, as if he had tried his best to fight the spear.

Compared to him, this mysterious existence standing on the ground and holding the girl in his arms is very calm. Not even the location has ever moved. And he just shot the spear in his hand lightly.

Waves of magic swept through the hem of his clothes and hair, and the glow of fiery magic reflected his handsome face with a light smile.

This kind of calmness, he had just seen.

It was Beelzebub, who had just faced those magicians and the god of death.

And the expression on Beelzebub at this moment, he had seen it.

It's the magicians and the Grim Reaper who just faced Beelzebub.

McCroft never imagined that such a desperate situation would be reversed in an instant.

Or even just because of a person. (End of chapter)