The frontline suppression forces collapsed.
A large expanse of fog encircled the hordes of living corpses, rushing towards Spiral Town like a torrent. Several cities that had not had time to relocate all the civilians were suddenly hit.
Suddenly, the number of casualties that Kingsley and the others had tried their best to suppress soared instantly.
What's even worse is that the fate of those Muggles who died in the fog still did not end with death.
As if unwilling to accept the tragic ending, they climbed up from the ground awkwardly, dullly, and like zombies, and staggered into the army of living corpses.
In this way, the number of living corpses increased by nearly twice after overwhelming a city with Muggle civilians.
"Notify all team leaders and try to regroup the scattered team members... Don't get too entangled when encountering those black enemies! Also, the healer team at the rear should retreat immediately! Repeat this, and the healer team will retreat immediately!"
Since the war situation suddenly entered an emergency state, Kingsley had moved from the rear of the battlefield to the center in order to convey command information in a timely manner.
However, the forward speed of the fog was accelerating irresistibly, and several front-line teams were either scattered or engulfed by the fog.
In such a chaotic battlefield, the efficiency of command is naturally greatly reduced. If they can't find another chance to regroup, they will have to face the cruel fact of complete defeat.
"No, it turns out that this mission is indeed impossible to complete."
Kingsley couldn't help but sigh secretly, when suddenly, several whistling sounds came from the distance. Then he saw several Muggle planes suddenly swooping down from the sky.
"Boom boom boom—"
A series of air burst bombs made a dense explosion after falling into the fog that enveloped the group of living corpses.
There is no doubt that it was the commander of the Muggle army who launched an airdrop bombing to support the wizard's suppression team after discovering that it could not hold up.
Unfortunately, because the fog was unmoved by the violent explosion, no one could immediately observe the effect of the bombing.
"Minister Shakur... Minister Shakur..."
Kingsley was secretly thanking the British Muggles for their help when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind and immediately looked back.
"Minister Shacklebolt, because the Muggle military's communication tools cannot resolve the interference problem, the Muggle Prime Minister originally wanted to speak to you directly, but now it seems that this is not possible... The Muggle military commander asked me to tell you that there are many Muggle weapons are experiencing unknown malfunctions of one kind or another, and until a solution is found, the support they can provide will probably be very limited."
Communicating with Muggles and cooperating as appropriate was the responsibility of Kingsley, who once served as the secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister.
But now it seems that the effect may be far from what he expected.
"Disruptions... and glitches..."
While Kingsley was thinking, there were two Muggle bombers in the foggy area ahead. They failed to gain altitude in time after diving, and suddenly stalled completely as if all their engines had collectively failed. Then, it fell into the fog and never came out again.
"Go tell the Muggle military commander that the current focus is still on relocating the population, because the enemy's destination has always been the spiral... Oh no, it's 'Canterbury City'."
"yes!"
After the liaison officer who conveyed the news to the Muggle military left in a hurry, Kingsley sighed slightly - it was already impossible to move the entire population of all the towns he passed through.
"Well... there are also those special groups of zombies flying out of the fog... I hope the Spiral Town side can hold on for a little longer!"
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"Roar-"
A roar of a fire dragon sounded in the air outside Canterbury, followed by several explosions. It can be heard that the sound of the dragon's roar is occasionally mixed with a slight groan of pain.
At this moment, Charlie was riding Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, flying up and down in the sky, and together with a group of supporting wizards riding broomsticks, they tried their best to stop the dozens of flying black living corpses.
No, in fact, they don't know whether those enemies are resurrected from the dead. Because judging from their appearance, although these guys who are covered with black material and have black shadows flashing like wings on their backs are still in human form, they look more like close relatives of Dementors.
And more importantly, these enemies are much stronger than Dementors.
"Roar!"
The fire dragon Norberta under him neighed again, and suddenly turned around at Charlie's signal, and then breathed out extremely hot dragon flames and attacked the enemy who had been chasing behind them from the side.
However, the black living corpses that had been bathed in the dragon's breath did not suffer much damage. Only a few of them had slight cracks in the black substance on their bodies, and their flight speed and flexibility were not reduced at all.
Seeing that after the opponent was attacked by the fire dragon, they also waved their right hands wordlessly to emit gray magic beams. Charlie and Norbert had no choice but to turn over and dodge and put some distance between them.
This kind of magic that has never been seen before must not be underestimated. Norberta was hit several times before, and even with the powerful recovery ability of the fire dragon, the injuries have not healed yet.
Not to mention, the other supporting wizards who were auxiliary had already lost several people.
"Be careful! Just let them chase me. If you stay further away-"
Seeing several supporting wizards trying to get closer to help him, Charlie could only shout like this. Because even if Norbert was hit, he would only suffer a little skin injury that was not easy to heal, but if the wizard was hit, he had never seen anyone survive.
And probably the most important thing is... these enemies don't have to chase them. Because the opponent's purpose is obviously not to drive them all out, but to leave the foggy area and head to Spiral Town in advance as the vanguard.
Perhaps, this is the highest order Haierbo gave them
"Norbert, speed up! Increase the distance further... wait until those guys turn around and stop pursuing them, then we'll attack and stop them!"
After all, there are too many opponents. If they are surrounded by dozens of enemies, they will definitely suffer serious injuries even with the fire dragon's defense.
In order to contain the opponent's forward speed as much as possible and allow Spiral Town to be fully prepared to deal with it, Charlie could only carry out harassment-style obstructions like this while ensuring his own combat power.
To be honest, the effect was not good at all, but he really had no better way.
"Norberta, charge!"
Ahead was the city of Canterbury, and this sudden advance would be his and Norbert's last attack. It was time to try his best.
But at this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly passed by on the ground below, and he seemed to see a rather familiar figure.
"who?"