"Is the mist moving faster?"
The night wind howled, swaying the tree crowns on the roadside, and the branches twitched like whips, making people feel as if they all had their own will like the Whomping Willow in Hogwarts.
It must be said that the sudden rise of the strong wind at this time is indeed somewhat suspicious.
But it was obvious that no matter how strong the wind was, it had nothing to do with the movement of the fog ahead. If the arrival of the strong wind can be said to be accidental, then the accelerated movement of the fog...maybe it is an "artificial" necessity to a certain extent.
"Helbo, you are finally here."
Suddenly, Maka stood still in the middle of the road - as the accelerating gray mist "shot" towards him like a wall, a group of living corpses that were denser than those on the outside suddenly followed.
For a moment, the sound of messy footsteps could be heard in his ears.
However, as if confirming Maka's words, the living corpses that had been attacking him just now seemed to be collectively blind, and they all ignored his existence, huffing and puffing. Ran past him.
If no one had given them the latest mandatory order, it would certainly not have suddenly turned into this.
At the same time, Maka also stopped attacking at will and allowed the living corpses to pass by in a hurry around him. His gaze fell all the way to the rear of the attacking zombie army.
At this moment, the group of living corpses was still about 8 miles away from the city of Canterbury.
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"Miss Granger... I'm sorry, and... thank you!"
It was obviously not an easy task for Hermione to retreat with several injured patients who could not bear the space movement. Fortunately, in addition to her, there were several other volunteers and the Auror sent to her by Lupine who finally decided to stay and help her transport the injured in the split accident.
Unfortunately, there were only two broomsticks, which were not enough for all of them to return to Spiral Town quickly. For this reason, Hermione could only let some people retreat first, while she and another volunteer hurried on the ground with the remaining two wounded.
The effectiveness of the levitation spell made their movements not too difficult, but there was still a distance between the town of Faversham and the city of Canterbury.
"There's no need to thank you. After all, every life is precious!" Hermione said as she walked, "Besides, don't worry too much! Spiral Town will definitely send someone to pick us up after learning about our situation. !”
"Miss Granger is right," the Auror heard and added, "Besides, there is no branch road from Canterbury to Faversham. They can meet us if they look for it along the way."
However, just as the two people were speaking to comfort everyone, one of the injured people who was carried by the floating spell suddenly became stagnant. Then, she was seen looking in the direction of the town of Faversham where everyone had just left, and said in a daze:
"Have you ever felt that... the fog from behind seems to be approaching much faster?"
"What?"
After this reminder, everyone looked back. But they saw that the large shadow outline representing the fog was enlarging little by little in everyone's field of vision at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a huge mouth that was about to swallow the entire world, and was pressing straight towards this side.
Accompanied by the increasingly strong night wind and the dark night due to the approaching clouds, one can't help but feel a tightness in the chest.
"Quick! Run!"
As far as the current intelligence on various types of alienated zombies is concerned, except for those individuals that can fly, other types should not be able to keep up with the current drifting speed of the fog. But even if no flying species actually followed, probably no one would be willing to be swallowed up by that weird mist.
"Wait! Don't run to the side! That's enough fog to cover the entire city of London. It's too late—"
Seeing that in a moment of urgency, one of the volunteers seemed to have an idea and wanted to run sideways out of the area that was about to be covered by the fog, Hermione immediately shouted to the other person.
But I don’t know if it was because of the strong wind or because the other party was too nervous to listen. I just saw the volunteer jump off the road and jump into the field beside the road, running towards the north quickly.
When Hermione saw this, she was about to jump down and chase him back, but was grabbed by the arm by the Auror who was following her.
"If you chase after me, there will only be one more person swallowed by the fog!"
Lupine didn't ask him to follow Hermione just so that he could protect everyone in the volunteer team - even if that were the case, he certainly couldn't do it. His mission was just to protect Hermione.
It's just... Of course, if it is within the scope of one's ability, naturally one can save as many people as possible.
"Miss Granger, let's go!"
He controlled the strength of the levitating spell, and while carrying an injured patient, he pulled Hermione forward and ran forward.
Hermione was pulled by his arm, pursed her lips, and turned towards the figure running farther and farther in the field, until the figure was completely covered by the night, and then she looked back again.
"Miss Granger, there is nothing we can do about it. No one will blame you!" Another volunteer who followed closely comforted her.
But Hermione first broke away from the Auror's hand slightly, speeding up her running pace as if giving up, but then shook her head vigorously.
"This is not something that others will blame at all!"
However, before Hermione's depressed mood recovered, they discovered a moment later that maybe the result would have been the same whether Hermione chased her or not - the fog that came like a landslide and tsunami was faster than they imagined. Much faster!
"Is it still too late?"
Before she finished speaking, when Hermione and others looked back again, they found that the mist had already chased them not far behind. And after everyone ran a few more steps, their vision suddenly dimmed without making any sound.
This is undoubtedly a long-lost feeling, although certainly no one will miss this situation of being shrouded in endless fog.
"Lumos!"
The volunteer waved his wand in an attempt to create some bright light, but in the blink of an eye, the tip of the wand that had just lit up was immediately extinguished, much faster than it was in London.
Needless to say, this mysterious and strange mist is obviously constantly changing... just like the living corpses that have undergone various alienations.
"The direction of the road remains unchanged, keep running forward! Don't stop!"
As Hermione said just now, the fog that covers the entire London is very large and cannot be passed away in a short while.
What's more, it's still unknown what dangers are waiting for them in this fog.
"ah-"
Suddenly, a shrill scream came faintly from the direction where the volunteer had escaped.