Chapter 2406 Streets of Hell

In people's hearts, fear and fear can often be accompanied by symbiosis.

When John was in this catastrophe, of course he couldn't help thinking about everything he saw and heard, and then perhaps unconsciously connected the shock of that scene with the worst possibility in his heart. Together.

For example, the group of living corpses that nearly wiped out their entire team before, combined with the information obtained from the workshop, at least John thinks that it is probably the work of the ancient black wizard "Despicable Haierbo";

And for example, the icicle in the distance that reaches the sky that is simply impossible for human beings... Except for Hai Erbo, who has powerful ancient magic, who else can be so "rampant" in this disaster land?

That young British powerhouse—Maka McLean? Although judging from a series of information records, the other party was indeed very powerful, but the young man was still defeated by Hai Erbo, and he couldn't even defend his own country and hometown. To this day, there is less and less news about that McLean. I am afraid that after all, it will be more and more bad luck, right?

After sorting out a large amount of intelligence information obtained recently, John’s views on the current overall situation in Europe are relatively consistent with the conclusions of the workshop’s management—in the face of this unprecedented disaster, trying to forcefully confront the enemy head-on Unwise, the overthrow of England and Hogwarts has proved everything.

Now, when John saw with his own eyes the huge icicle in the direction of old London that seemed to split the sky in half, he was even more convinced that his judgment was correct.

Yes, if that was also the "masterpiece" of the dark wizard Haierbo... a lot of things would make sense. At the same time, this will further prove the correctness of the workshop and the itinerary he planned.

However.

"...'Hairbo'? Who is that? The master said that he has no name."

"Not Hai Erbo?"

Unexpectedly, after deducing and deliberating in his mind just now, John even started to make plans for the next meeting with Hai Erbo, but in the end he didn't even guess this major premise correctly.

However, just when he wanted to continue to ask for clarification, the girl in front suddenly turned around and said:

"Let's go! It's dawn, it's time to hurry up."

...

Even if you have reached the distance where you can see the icicles from a distance, it is still not a short time to reach London. After that, John followed the girl for a long time, and it was not until another morning that he finally officially stepped into the outer suburbs of London.

And this is because the girl didn't give John any more time to rest when night fell yesterday, and the two of them had to rush all night to get the result.

It was also because of the girl's persistence that John found out that the girl seemed to be more eager than him to "go to London".

That's right, from the very beginning, John didn't ask the other party to take him to London. This is why the girl took the initiative to bring him here, isn't it?

But soon, John found that he no longer had the time to think about these small things.

"Miss Bai Ye, what's going on with those... Is it okay for us to go this way?"

All the way here, nothing happened.

It was as calm and smooth as a hike with a slightly special environment. Although John was uneasy about this, he was also very fortunate, at least his life was safe for the time being.

But now, when the journey finally arrived near the eastern suburbs of London, he gradually discovered that among the dead woods in the distance, among the ruins of houses, and some of the remaining barren buildings... it seemed that some unknown figures gradually appeared indistinctly.

He is sure that those are definitely not human beings!

Occasionally, in the window on the second floor of an abandoned apartment, he even saw a terrifying face with a distorted and ashen face, more than half of which was wrapped in some unknown substance like a sarcoma. If you take a closer look, you can even find that the unknown "sarcoma" is beating slightly like a heart—that is definitely not the appearance that a normal human being can have.

Coupled with the huge icicle in front of him, everything is so strange, making John's heart full of suspicion and vigilance.

"'Those'? Oh, are you talking about my people who live in this area? Don't worry, this place is ruled by 'Bloodbeard', and they will not harm you."

Before the girl's voice fell, John's footsteps stopped, and his whole body froze suddenly.

Clan? I should have heard right? Did she just say..."my people"?

"What's wrong?"

The girl continued to walk a few steps forward along this cracked town street, and then she suddenly turned her head and glanced at John who had stopped in place.

"No... no, it's okay... let's go on!"

John, who had already walked all the way with the determination to die, still felt an inexplicable regret in his heart at this moment—following the other party to London, this decision cannot be said to be a mistake, but perhaps it was a bit reckless after all.

But now, besides moving forward, does he have any choice?

Fortunately, John found that although the girl had clearly noticed his strangeness, she didn't care. Seeing what he said, the girl's head in the hood nodded slightly, then she turned around and walked forward.

John stopped talking, just took a deep breath, and then silently raised his legs to follow.

There are sightlines in all directions—he seems to be able to feel it clearly, even like a light on his back. But while his scalp was numb, his footsteps did not stop at all.

After all, he was that John Stewart, one of the best wizards of the Stewart family and the "Mason's Workshop" generation. No matter how great the pressure is, he believes that with his optimism and perseverance, he will be able to survive.

And, at least so far, there hasn't been any real crisis, has there?

Step by step, John followed the girl's footsteps as if he was walking on thin ice, along this dilapidated street full of withered grass, and passed through a large area of ​​the outer suburbs in a straight line. In his eyes, this once prosperous Muggle neighborhood is no different from an evil lair inhabited by powerful dark magic creatures.

And the real old London city ahead, the current city of icicles... is almost indistinguishable from hell on earth.

Now, the entrance to "hell" has arrived.

"Bai Ye? Is the gentleman behind you the 'guest' that the master asked you to invite?"

Suddenly, John heard a harsh and unpleasant voice coming from the front, which suddenly attracted his involuntary attention to the surroundings and behind him.

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