A long time has passed since the beginning of the fog. The city of London, which had long been forced to evacuate, finally found its role as a city again.
It's a pity that the "residents" wandering here today are no longer what they were before.
In the gray fog, a large number of low-level living corpses were wandering aimlessly in the streets and alleys. No matter how many "numbers" there were, they were still lifeless and silent.
Perhaps because there has been no sunshine for a long time, the trees and flowers on the street have lost their original vitality, and the surrounding high-rise buildings and low-rise buildings are mostly obscured by thick fog. Even if you can vaguely see a few sections of the walls, they are all covered with gray and moss.
How could a once glorious and prosperous capital city become like this in such a short period of time? In the past, how many people would have dared to believe it
However, all these are not astonishing to the astonishing changes of Buckingham Palace in the past.
Now, as soon as you get a little closer to the place where the palace is located, you can find that the fog here is actually thinner than elsewhere in London.
However, the more this happens, the more terrifying it becomes to see how terrifying Buckingham Palace is today.
A large number of black thorns and vines have climbed up the original gray-white walls. The plants in the front garden have all withered and withered. All the sculptures in the square have been pushed to the ground and broken into pieces. Instead, there are statues with different postures. , a hideous and terrifying pitch black statue.
The glorious palace that once contrasted with white and gold has now become a symbol of evil and death, with the atmosphere of keeping strangers away from everywhere.
And in the dark hall of the current palace, all the earlier decorations based on gold and red have been removed. In the gray and bare hall, there is a trembling forest. cold.
Only in the deepest part of this hall, on the high steps, stands the gray-black throne - it does not represent the supreme imperial power so much as it is waiting for the arrival of the God of Death.
Yes, if you look at the terrifying appearance of the "person" sitting on it at this moment, and the dozens of high-level living corpses of various colors lined up on both sides under the throne, it goes without saying that it is even more difficult to People wonder whether they have accidentally entered the gate of hell.
But it was at this moment that the gate of Buckingham Palace slowly opened, and a figure walked in from the door full of anxiety.
Of course, he definitely didn't come alone - probably except for Maka, there is currently no one who can get here alone.
It can be seen that following him in was a black living corpse with muscles all over his body. Although saliva was flowing freely from his mouth with crooked lips and teeth, he unexpectedly had no intention of attacking the "living person" in front of him. He just escorted the other party all the way to the open space in front of the throne.
"Hai...Mr. Haierbo?"
The man who was brought in by the living corpse stood there a little timidly, and cautiously raised his head and glanced at the throne on the steps in front.
Although the hall is quite dark, the visibility is much higher than in the foggy place outside Buckingham Palace. He glanced over and soon saw the figure looking down coldly on the throne.
But to be honest, he regretted it the moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly - the black figure on the throne was strong and tall, but his body was completely damaged. Not only was most of his right arm missing, but his dark body was melted and deformed like a wax figure burned by fire.
Compared with it, the demonic living corpses standing motionless on both sides seemed to be more acceptable.
Just as the man glanced up and quickly lowered his eyes, a low, hoarse yet depressing voice suddenly sounded in the hall:
"Tell me! Who are you? Why did you come to me?"
Haierbo's voice echoed in the empty hall, and his cold tone made the atmosphere here several times more gloomy, making the man sitting down more frightened.
After a short pause, he held on and said:
"Dear Mr. Haierbo, I am... I am here to discuss a deal with you on behalf of my teacher."
"Say." Haierbo heard the words and immediately said casually.
"Well," the man swallowed, then continued stiffly, "That's it - the teacher has information on the specific locations of a group of refugees, and those people are all Namaka McClain. I personally escorted him out of the UK. The teacher said, Mr. Haierbo, you... probably want this information."
"Then what?" Haierbo asked, still noncommittal after hearing this.
"Then… "
The man was obviously trying hard to adjust his mentality so as not to be too nervous and say something wrong. You know, if something goes wrong here, you will definitely die!
After hesitating for a moment, he continued:
"The teacher also said that he hopes to use this information in exchange for this 'small piece' of Britain - he can recommend a better place for Mr. and is more willing to provide many conveniences for Mr. to conquer cities and territories in Europe in the future."
"Well?"
Hearing this, Haierbo finally raised his eyebrows slightly, but then he sneered and shook his head:
"It seems that your teacher is betting on those hostages?"
From what Haierbo said, it can be heard that he is not interested in the exchange terms behind the man at all. "Better places" and "many conveniences" have no value to him at all.
In his opinion, if he wanted to continue to expand, wouldn't he just lead an army of zombies to attack? Do you still need these twists and turns
When the man saw this, he didn't seem to want Haierbo to ignore those two items, so he could only bite the bullet and said:
"Sir, I believe... you have already felt the power of those 'explosions', and in fact, there are still many of those weapons. At present, those Muggles... oh, they are the 'ordinary people without magic', just Because that kind of weapon is very harmful, they don’t dare to use it in large quantities. But if Mr. continues to attack other countries—”
The implication of his words was actually very clear. If the Muggles planned to complete their victory in one battle, Haierbo would inevitably face an indiscriminate bombing. I'm afraid no one wants to see that kind of situation, and even Haierbo may not be able to bear it.
It's a pity that after hearing this, Haierbo just caressed his deformed body and smiled faintly.
"Yes! I have already felt it - I have felt it very clearly at a very close distance," he said slowly, "But, so what?"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp light flashed silently in Hai Erbo's deep eyes.