Chapter 1742

A long time has passed since the beginning of the fog. The city of London, which had already been forced to evacuate, finally regained its role as a city again.

Unfortunately, the "residents" wandering here now are not what they were.

In the fog, a large number of low-level corpses wandered aimlessly around the streets. Even if there were more "people", they were still dead and silent.

Perhaps it is because there has been no sunshine for a long time, the trees, flowers and plants on the street have lost their original vitality, and most of the surrounding high-rise buildings and low houses are covered by thick fog. Even if you can see a few walls, they are all gray and covered with dark moss.

How many people dare to believe that a brilliant and prosperous capital can become like this in such a short time?

However, none of this can match the amazing changes of Buckingham Palace in the past.

Now, just a little closer to where the palace is located, the fog here is thinner than other parts of downtown London.

However, the more so, the more you can see how terrible Buckingham Palace is today.

A large number of black thorns and vines have been climbed on the original gray wall, all the plants in the vestibular garden have withered and withered, and many sculptures in the square have been pushed to the ground and broken into pieces. Instead, there is a dark portrait with different postures and ferocious horror.

The original white and golden palace has become a symbol of evil and death. It is full of the breath of strangers.

In the dark hall of the palace today, all the previous arrangements based on gold and red have been removed, and there is a shivering cold in the gray and bare hall room.

Only in the deepest part of the hall, on the high steps, the back of the gray and black throne stands - it represents not so much the supreme imperial power as waiting for the presence of death.

Yes, if you look at the terrible appearance of the "man" sitting on it at this moment, and more than a dozen high-level corpses on both sides under the throne, it goes without saying that it makes people wonder whether they have accidentally entered the gate of hell.

But it was also at this time that the gate of Buckingham Palace opened slowly, and a figure came in from the door with fear.

Of course, he certainly didn't come here alone - except for Maka, there is no one who can break here alone.

It can be seen that there was also a black corpse with muscles all over him. Although the saliva in the mouth with crooked lips and teeth was flowing wantonly, it unexpectedly didn't mean to start with the "living man" in front, but escorted the other party all the way to the empty ground in front of the throne.

"Hai... Mr. helbo?"

The man who was brought in by the corpse stood there timidly and looked carefully at the throne on the front steps.

Although the hall is rather dark, it is much more visible than the foggy place outside Buckingham Palace. At a glance, he soon saw the figure looking down coldly on the throne.

But to tell the truth, he regretted the moment he saw each other's appearance - he saw the black figure on the throne, strong and tall, but damaged all over. Not only the right arm is missing more than half, but the dark body is melting and deformed like a wax statue burned by a fire.

Compared with those demonic corpses standing still on both sides at this time, it seems that they are more acceptable.

Just as the man looked up and lowered his eyes, a low, hoarse but repressive voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Come on! Who are you? What are you looking for me for?"

Haier Bo's voice echoed in the open hall. The cold tone made the atmosphere more gloomy several times, making the man under the seat more frightened.

After a little meal, he insisted:

"Dear Mr. helbo, I'm... I'm here to discuss a deal with you on behalf of my teacher."

"Say it," said halbo at once.

"Well," the man continued stiffly after swallowing his saliva, "it's like this - the teacher is holding information on the specific location of a group of asylum seekers who were personally escorted out of Britain by namaka McLean. The teacher said, Mr. helbo, you... Should want this information."

"And then?" after hearing this, halber was still noncommittal.

"Then..."

The man was obviously trying to adjust his mind so as not to be too nervous and say something wrong. You know, once something goes wrong here, it will definitely die!

After a little hesitation, he continued:

"The teacher also said that he hopes to exchange this information for a 'small' place in Britain - he can recommend a better place for Mr. and is more willing to provide many conveniences for Mr. to attack cities and occupy land in Europe in the future."

"Well?"

Hearing this, halber finally raised his eyebrows slightly, but then he sneered and shook his head and said:

"It seems that your teacher bet on those hostages?"

As can be seen from what halber said, he was not interested in the exchange terms behind the men. What "better place" and "many conveniences" are of no value to him at all.

In his opinion, if he wants to continue to expand, he can directly lead the army of corpses to attack? Do you still need these twists and turns?

Seeing this, the man didn't seem to want Haier Bo to ignore those two contents, so he had to bite the bullet and say:

"Sir, you must have felt the power of those 'explosions', but in fact, there are still many such weapons. At present, those Muggles... Oh, those' ordinary people who can't magic ', they dare not use them in large quantities only because they are very harmful. But if Sir continues to attack other countries -"

What he meant was clear. If Muggles planned to finish the battle, halber would have to face an indiscriminate bombing. I'm afraid no one wants to see that. Even Haier Bo may not be able to afford it.

Unfortunately, after hearing this, Haier Bo just stroked his deformed body and smiled faintly.

"Yes! I've felt it - very clearly at a close distance," he said slowly, "but so what?"

Before the voice fell, a sharp light flashed silently in Haier Bo's deep eyes.