For many, the horrors of this disaster seem to be getting closer. Even people with great foresight like Madame Maxime know that some things cannot be rushed, but they are always anxious in their hearts.
Maxim is very anxious, Hermione is very anxious, the Ministry of Magic in various European countries is very anxious, and the various Muggle presidents and prime ministers are also very anxious... As time goes by, the world seems to be vaguely covered with a huge shadow, only Only a handful of people who are lucky enough to stand in the cracks of light can see the sun and at the same time look less anxious and exhausted.
For example, Miss Luna Lovegood, who is a little more impulsive but still in a clear mind; another example is the lady who stands in silence on the square in front of Buckingham Palace, feeling inexplicably lonely and free and easy. A tall black figure.
Nowadays, the entire territory of the UK is covered by thick clouds. Lead-gray clouds can be seen everywhere, vaguely exuding some mysterious and heavy atmosphere.
But here - looking up at Buckingham Palace in London, the city of icicles, you can see a blue sky wall.
This is one of the only places in the UK where you can see the sky.
Right now, the black figure was looking through the icicles, looking up from a distance, looking at the blue sky that made him feel a little nostalgic. Even though the sun no longer felt warm when it fell on his body, and he even felt uncomfortable deep in his soul, he still stared greedily at the small patch of sky.
"Owner."
Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him, interrupting the thoughts in the figure's heart. He finally lowered his head slightly, glanced at the high-level zombie who bowed in front of him to show respect, and then nodded slightly.
"Well," although he was interrupted from looking up at the sky, he was not angry. He just asked calmly and indifferently, "Is there another one ready?"
"Yes, Master." The other party replied immediately.
Before he finished speaking, the figure nodded again, then waved his hand and said:
"Bring it here!"
After saying this, the tall black figure with inhuman aura suddenly turned around and walked step by step towards the gate of Buckingham Palace.
He is not in a hurry, and he also knows that there are some things that cannot be rushed. But what was different from Maxim was that he not only understood, but also seemed to know exactly what he should do, what he wanted to do, and what he had not yet done, so he did not hesitate at all.
After walking into the hall and walking along the spacious aisle in the middle to the throne on the steps at the back, he suddenly turned around and leaned on the armrest as lazily and casually as usual.
"Are you working again?"
A gloomy and somewhat old voice sounded from the shadows in a corner of the hall, passed through the four silent zombies who had returned to take charge of guarding, and fell into the ears of the figure on the throne without any hindrance.
"Shut up."
The cold and stiff reply really instantly overwhelmed the owner of the voice, causing the other party to stop talking and continue talking.
After a while, there was a slight but cautious sound of footsteps outside the door again, and while they stopped, they stood at the door to block some light.
"Master, brought it."
"Let it come in! You can go back."
"yes."
Not long after, as the sound of footsteps faded away again, a thin figure in ragged clothes walked in from the door in a daze.
This is a living corpse, a high-level living corpse, and a high-level living corpse that has just advanced - the clothes it wears are obviously still the same as when it was alive, just because of wandering and fighting for so long. , has long since become dilapidated.
But if you look carefully, you can still see something... Obviously, this newly promoted high-level zombie should have been an ordinary Muggle girl who was still in school.
Since they died once and became living corpses in the mist or under the clouds, the differences between each of them are no longer as big as the original Muggles and wizards. The corpse of a wizard can become a living corpse, and the corpse of a Muggle can also become a living corpse. The dismantling and reconstruction of the remaining souls makes the distinction in talent no longer so obvious and thorough.
Although there is still a gap in the potential of each individual, at least every relatively intact corpse can almost always become a living corpse, and every ordinary living corpse theoretically has the opportunity to evolve into a high-level living corpse.
And perhaps because of this, the figure currently sitting lazily on the throne has been sending his zombies out to gather more of their kind - even if the high-level zombies are born. The probability is not high, but the base number is large. As long as there is some guidance, there will always be more and more high-level zombies.
However, for the man on the throne, it seems that just continuously increasing the number of high-level zombies is not enough.
"Come, come here and let me take a look."
Although he knew that this living corpse had just opened up a certain level of intelligence, it was impossible for him to understand the language. But he still habitually spoke casually with his slightly hoarse and thick voice, rather than using the spiritual communication method among living corpses.
However, although the girl's living corpse did not understand, she saw the strong man on the throne gently waving. After hesitating in confusion for a while, it walked over tentatively with its still blank eyes.
Before the living corpse developed intelligence, it basically acted based on instinct. It seemed to intuitively feel a sense of intimacy and belonging in the other person, and walked blankly through the hall, towards the darkness above the steps. Go in.
Soon, the newly advanced high-level zombie girl came to the front of the throne with her dirty, tangled hair and a stinking smell all over her body.
"Well, she seems to have some energy, and her eyes are very beautiful."
The Master of Living Corpses, who always emphasizes cleanliness and tidiness in front of his subordinates, is not disgusted at all by the dirty smell of his body. He naturally pushes the other party's messy hair away and looks at the still dirty face... Especially It was the eyes on the face that looked over.
It was a pair of somewhat dull eyes, similar to most other living corpses. However, even if it is only very accidental, you can still occasionally see a hint of agility.
"It's a pity that the skin of the living zombies is always so bad... Even though they are transformed from corpses, they are still too ugly, right?"
While muttering this, the figure stood up suddenly, casually took the dirty hand of the zombie girl, turned around and led her towards the back of the throne.