"London, England, where this magical battle begins."
Maka stood on the top of a hillside in the outer suburbs, looking at the crowded urban area in the distance. She didn't move forward, but she didn't choose to leave now.
He just stood under the big tree on the top of the hillside without saying a word, as if waiting for something.
The fog filled the air around him, but it no longer had any effect on him. His sight spanned miles and silently took in the entire city.
From here, you can actually see Buckingham Palace. It is located on the banks of the winding Thames River, tightly surrounded by large buildings, and has ample greenery making it not difficult to find.
Unfortunately, today's royal garden has completely withered and withered, and the black vines climbing everywhere have made it lose its former splendor. However, she is still eye-catching, her lifeless appearance, but from another perspective, she still obviously has an amazing presence.
"...He's waiting for me to come over."
Maka murmured as she looked at the gloomy palace with mottled black shadows from a distance.
And at this moment, Maka, who was staring over there, suddenly tilted his head slightly, as if he was sensing something in another direction.
"coming."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a black spot suddenly appear in the distance behind him, and it flew towards this direction at a considerable speed. The black spot continued to enlarge as it got closer, until it turned into a figure and suddenly landed next to him.
The person who came was quite petite, wearing a slightly loose wizard robe and a large pointed wizard hat on his head. The brim of the hat was very large, covering up all his features, making it impossible for people to tell his true identity for a while.
"She's obviously very beautiful, but it's a pity to cover her up like this."
Maka walked closer slowly and casually opened the big hat.
The next moment, countless silver-white hair cascaded down the thin shoulders and neck like a waterfall. Between the strands of silver hair, an exquisite face was revealed.
Maka gently stroked the smooth and slender hair, and then subconsciously touched the ends of her own hair, which was also white and transparent, and a sigh appeared on her face.
"Willie..."
He seemed to want to say something, but after a brief pause, his eyes suddenly changed.
"Let's go!"
In the end, Maka just said this, then turned around suddenly and strode straight towards London. The pace that didn't seem to be fast was actually extremely fast, and they were already at the bottom of the hillside in a blink of an eye.
Willy froze on the spot for a moment, then flew into the air with an expressionless face and chased after Maka's back.
…
Living corpses are still wandering around in the increasingly dilapidated city of London. Except for the most evolved group, the rest are mixed in the streets and alleys of the city.
These walking zombies have been staying here for a long time after following Haierbo back here. Without much intelligence, they would not feel bored with this boring life, they would just crowd together silently and wander aimlessly.
Only when a "guest" comes, they will stop, swarm towards each other, and send them to Herbo's throne in the palace in accordance with the original order.
Of course, if the "guest" resists, the result will be obvious.
However, the "guest" who came here today seems to be something special.
Before the other party entered the city, a force had already rushed in - not only was that force not arrogant and violent at all, it even had a strange affinity, especially towards these living corpses born from sin. In other words, it feels like returning to the origin.
Unconsciously, a large number of living corpses stopped moving forward and stood still in place.
When the figure led the girl behind him into the city calmly and naturally, not a single living corpse made any move, and everything he passed was filled with deathly silence.
And it can be seen that the figure walking from the outer suburbs also does not pay any attention to the dense living corpses in the urban area, and even the frequency of his steps has not changed. Every time he took a step forward, the living corpses in front of him would naturally retreat and make way for him to move forward.
Those living corpses were clearly created by Haierbo, so why did they give way to him? Apart from him and Haierbo, probably no third person could know this.
Ten steps... a hundred steps... a thousand steps... ten thousand steps.
Maka never paused, didn't hesitate, and never stepped back. Under the "consciousness" of the living corpses, a long and straight "path" led to the entrance to the vestibule of Buckingham Palace.
Until this moment, Maka stopped and looked up at the black palace that had turned into a devil's fortress.
"Crunch—"
Suddenly, the dark black statues with different postures in the square in front moved!
As if they were awakened by the arrival of Maka and Willy, they jumped off the base one after another with a mind-numbing sound of metal twisting.
"Bang! Bang bang... bang..."
The heavy black sculpture trampled the ground to pieces, and walked towards the gate where Maka was, step by step.
However, Maka still didn't even look at them. He just took another step towards the palace gate and was about to walk straight through the vestibule square in the middle.
But when he took the first step, a strange color flashed in his eyes - he suddenly stopped.
"No, something's wrong... I seem... I shouldn't have come." Maka ignored the devil-like figures that were getting closer and closer to her, and just muttered in a low voice, "Delphi, I promised her, not ?"
But just when he was lost in thought with a confused look on his face, dozens of dark figures finally came around him. The ones walking at the front even had their huge fists raised, and they were about to attack him and him. Willy was hit on the head.
"Um?"
The coming attack interrupted Maka's thoughts and made him recover from it.
"Willy."
He frowned slightly, quickly called the girl casually, and then silently walked past the portraits surrounding him.
The next second—
"boom!"
The girl suddenly threw a handful of something at the feet of the statues, and then she saw countless dark green vines growing up, wrapping around all the statues. Those figures were obviously very powerful, but the speed at which they broke off stems and leaves was far less than the speed at which they grew. No matter how hard they struggled, the vines on their bodies still became more and more entangled, and they were completely submerged in an instant.
Feeling that the girl had easily dealt with the figures and returned behind her, Maka said leisurely:
"How about it? Plants can also have souls - you have always liked them since before. Now, does it feel good to be able to communicate with them?"
As he said this, he seemed to have completely forgotten the doubts he had just now.