Haierbo once longed for sunshine.
However, when a person is buried underground and has been with the darkness for thousands of years, there are many things that he will slowly get used to without even realizing it.
Nowadays, he even hates the bright sun.
So he likes this kind of gray fog very much now - this kind of fog bred from a large number of incomplete souls can not only create living corpses for him, but also filter out most of the annoying sunlight in the sky. Even on a clear day, the view seemed to be covered with dark clouds, so gloomy that it was comforting.
"Oh..."
Suddenly, a passing living corpse, probably squeezed by other companions, staggered and bumped into Haierbo. However, Haierbo obviously didn't pay too much attention. He just grabbed and twisted the neck of the living corpse, and then threw it aside casually.
The living corpse was obviously not dead... or in other words, just breaking the neck bone was far more than just allowing it to return to the ranks of corpses.
I saw it lying on its back on the road, looking blankly at the gray sky. Its mouth opened and closed slightly unconsciously, its throat vibrated, and it made meaningless moans.
These walking corpses that seemed to have lost their souls were all new batches of living corpses born after the previous explosion. The fog was thicker than before the explosion, so the transformation of living corpses no longer needed to start from the dead. A large number of Muggle residents in Kent County who were shrouded in gray fog suffered overnight.
And this is the biggest reason why the Blois family's spies were outside the foggy area and didn't even find a single refugee who escaped from it.
At present, countless newly born living corpses are gathering silently towards Haierbo's position.
"hiss-"
Suddenly, Haierbo, who was standing on the street, raised his head, which became more ferocious due to the defect, and suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
At that moment, a large amount of gray mist, as if guided by some kind of guidance, went straight into his abyss-like throat. After more than ten seconds passed, he stopped swallowing the mist and stood silently for a moment with his eyes slightly closed.
It can be seen that the gray mist he swallowed just now obviously promotes the repair of his injuries. Countless black flesh buds were constantly squirming in the huge wound on his body. If anyone else saw it, their scalp would definitely feel numb for a while.
However, Haierbo was still not satisfied.
It was seen that after he opened his eyes and looked down at the wound, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"That boy McClain..."
Just as Maka had guessed at the time, this demon body was indeed incomplete. After last night's risk-taking confrontation with the meteorite, Maka's pursuit, and the calculated blow from Gryffindor's sword, this body has been damaged to its core.
"But it's okay," Haierbo said with a smile, stroking the granulation on the wound, "at least judging from the results obtained so far, everything is worth it."
Before he finished speaking, he saw him casually pushing aside the living corpse in front of him and continuing to walk along the street.
"McLean, I'm waiting for you."
…
Naturally, the outside world has no way of knowing what happened in the huge fog in Kent, even the spies of Blois Castle and Sirius who patrolled the outside every day.
Until now, no one has dared to set foot in it easily.
"Crunch—"
With a rather harsh sound, the door of the warehouse was opened slightly, and Sirius returned with the team responsible for midday patrol.
"How is it going?"
Seeing Sirius come in, Harry, who was sitting on the old sofa and carefully wiping his sword, raised his head and looked towards the door.
In fact, Gryffindor's sword does not require maintenance, because it will always maintain its brightness like a silver mirror. It can be said that what Harry wanted to clean was probably not the sword in his hand, but his heart.
"not so good!"
Sirius asked everyone to go and rest, and he sat down next to Harry, crossed his legs and narrowed his eyes and said:
"The surroundings of the foggy area are still the same. There is not even a single figure... I think that all the towns shrouded in fog have been destroyed."
Just as he was speaking, he suddenly waved his hand slightly and turned to:
"There's another thing... Hey, the cities around the foggy area have begun to evacuate their residents—probably an order from the Muggle Queen."
"Oh?" Harry nodded subconsciously when he heard this, "It is also a good thing to remove the innocent Muggle residents as soon as possible. There have been too many victims in recent days."
However, Sirius curled his lips, his tone seemed to be sarcastic and helpless.
"Where can they move to?"
"but-"
Harry seemed to want to say something, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into a sigh. After a short moment of silence, he seemed to remember something again and asked:
"Is there any sign of the Muggle military stationed at the edge of the fog?"
Sirius immediately shook his head when he heard him ask this question.
"Those Muggle leaders are struggling in their hearts... According to Maka, they 'dare' not get too deep into this disaster..."
"Isn't it deep enough?" Harry said in disbelief, "Most of Kent County! It's gone... If it's not deep enough, then how can it be considered 'deep'? Woolen cloth?"
But Sirius shrugged and spread his hands.
"Honestly, I don't know. After all, I don't know much about Muggle things! However, Maka obviously has a deeper understanding of the Muggle world, and that guy Kingsley... this kind of thing Let them figure it out!"
"Oh... it's such a terrible feeling to have such a half-knowledge!" Harry couldn't help but scratch his head as he thought about it, "Speaking of which, I can still be considered a Muggle-born! But if you think about it carefully, But I found that I don’t seem to understand anything about the Muggle world.”
"Don't worry," Sirius reached out and patted his godson's shoulder, and said with a carefree smile, "I am a pure-blood, but do you think how much I know about the wizarding world? 'Despicable Halbo'?" To me, that’s just a character that only appears in fairy tales!”
First he used himself as an example, and then he calmly said:
"We just need to try our best to do what we can do. Everyone has what they are good at, and everyone has their responsibilities... Okay, let's get ready! It will be time for you to patrol in a while .”