Chapter 1741 "Reaper" On the Throne

Counting has passed since the day of the mists. The city of London, which had been evacuated long ago, finally regained its function as a city.

It's a pity that the "residents" who are wandering here now are not what they used to be.

Amidst the gray mist, a large number of low-level living corpses wandered aimlessly in the streets and alleys. No matter how many "numbers" there were, they were still lifeless and silent.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of sunshine for a long time, the trees, flowers and plants along the street had lost their original vitality, and the surrounding high-rise buildings and low-rise buildings were mostly covered by thick fog. Even if you can vaguely see a few sections of the walls, they are all gray and decayed and covered with dark moss.

How many people would dare to believe that an originally glorious and prosperous capital could change into this in such a short period of time?

But all of this is nothing compared to the astonishing changes that Buckingham Palace has undergone in the past.

Now, one only needs to get a little closer to the place where the palace is located, and you can find that the fog here is thinner than other places in London.

However, the more this is the case, the more terrifying Buckingham Palace is today.

A large number of black thorns and vines have climbed up the original gray and white walls, and the plants in the front garden are all withered and withered. , hideous and terrifying pitch-black portrait.

The glorious palace, which was pure white and golden, has now become a symbol of evil and death, and there is an aura of keeping strangers away.

And in the dark hall of this palace today, the earlier decorations based on gold and red have all been removed. In the gray and bare hall, there is a shivering forest. cold.

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

That's right, if you look at the terrifying appearance of the "person" who is sitting on it at this moment, and a dozen high-level living corpses of various colors lined up on both sides under the throne, then needless to say, it is even more important to let Man wonders whether he has stumbled upon the gates of hell by accident.

But it was also at this moment that the gate of Buckingham Palace slowly opened, and a figure walked in full of apprehension.

Of course, he definitely didn't come here alone—except for Maca, there is no one who can break here alone.

It can be seen that following him came in a black living corpse covered in gnarled muscles. Although the saliva was flowing wantonly from the crooked lips and teeth, unexpectedly, he had no intention of attacking the "living person" in front of him. He just led the other party all the way to the open space in front of the throne.

"Hai... Mr. Hai Erbo?"

The man who was brought in by the living corpse stood there timidly, carefully raised his head and glanced at the throne on the steps ahead.

Although the inside of the main hall was rather dark, it was much more visible than the foggy places outside Buckingham Palace. He glanced over, and soon saw the figure who was looking down coldly on the throne.

But to be honest, he regretted it the moment he saw the opponent's appearance clearly - he saw the black figure on the throne with a strong and tall body,

But it was completely damaged from top to bottom. Not only was most of his right arm missing, but his pitch-black body was also melted and deformed like a wax figure that had been scorched by a raging fire.

Compared with it, those devil-like living corpses standing still on both sides at this time seem to be more acceptable.

Just when the man raised his head for a glance and then hastily lowered his eyes, a low, hoarse but depressing voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Tell me! Who are you? Why did you come to me?"

Hai Erbo's voice echoed in this empty hall, that cold tone made the atmosphere here several times more gloomy, and made the man seated more terrified in his heart.

After a short pause, he held on and said:

"Dear Mr. Hai Erbo, I am... I am here to discuss a deal with you on behalf of my teacher."

"Say." Hai Erbo heard the words, and immediately said casually.

"Uh," the man swallowed, and then continued stiffly, "it's like this—the teacher is holding information on the exact location of a group of asylum seekers, and those people are all Namaka Mike. Ryan personally escorted him out of the UK. The teacher said, Mr. Hai Erbo, you...should want this information."

"And then?" Hai Erbo was still noncommittal after hearing this.

"Then……"

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

After a little hesitation, he continued:

"The teacher also said that he hopes to use this information in exchange for this 'small piece' of England - he can recommend a better place for the husband, and he is more willing to provide a lot of convenience for the husband to attack cities in Europe in the future."

"Well?"

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

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

From Hai Erbo's words, it can be heard that he is not at all interested in the exchange conditions behind the man. What "better places" and "many conveniences" are of no value to him at all.

In his opinion, if he wants to continue to expand, he can just lead the army of living corpses to attack, right? 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 say:

"Sir, I'm sure...you've felt the power of those 'explosions' a few times, and in fact, there are still many of that weapon left. The current Muggles... oh, those 'ordinary people without magic' , they dare not use them in batches just because that kind of weapon is very harmful. But if Mister continues to attack other countries—"

The implication of his words is actually very clear, if the Muggles plan to combine their efforts in one battle, Haierbo will inevitably face an indiscriminate bombardment. That kind of situation, I am afraid that no one wants to see it, even Hai Erbo may not be able to bear it.

It's a pity that Haierbo just caressed his deformed body and smiled faintly after hearing it.

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

Before the words were finished, a stern light flashed silently in Haierbo's deep eyes.

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