Chapter 1759: Forgotten doubts

"London, UK, where this magical battle begins."
Maca stands on the top of a hillside in the outskirts, and looks at the crowded urban area in the distance. Without moving forward, he has no choice but to leave.
He just stood silent under the big tree on the top of the hillside, as if waiting for something.
The fog was permeating around him, but it had no effect on him. His sight crossed the miles, and silently took the entire city into his eyes.
From here, you can actually see Buckingham Palace. She is located on the winding Thames and is tightly surrounded by large buildings. Full greenery makes it not difficult to find her.
It is a pity that today's royal garden has completely withered and withered, and the black vines climbing up and down made her no more grand and magnificent. However, she was still noticeable, and from that point of view, the deadly look of that faction was still amazing.
"... He's waiting for me to pass."
Maca murmured as she stared at the dark, mottled palace.
And at this moment, Zheng Ding stared at the Maca on the other side and tilted his head slightly, seeming to be sensitive to other directions.
"coming."
Before the words fell, I saw a black spot suddenly appear in the distance behind him, and flew towards this side at a rapid speed. I saw that the black spot continuously enlarged as it approached, until it turned into a figure and suddenly fell beside him.
The comer is quite petite, wearing a slightly wider wizard robe, and a large pointed wizard hat ~ EbookFREE.me on his head. It makes it impossible for a person to distinguish his true identity.
"It's beautiful, it's a pity to cover it up like this."
Maca walked slowly forward, and opened the big hat.
In the next moment, countless silver-white hairs suddenly poured down the thin shoulders and necks like a waterfall. Between the strands of silver hair, a delicate face emerged.
Maca stroked the soft, slender hair, and subconsciously touched her equally white hair, and a sigh appeared on her face.
"Villi ..."
He seemed to want to say something, but after a little meal, his eyes suddenly changed.
"Let's go!"
In the end, Maca just left such a sentence, and then turned around arrogantly, striding straight towards London. The seemingly unsuccessful pace, but in fact it was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, it was already under the hillside.
Willie freezes for half a shot in situ, and then rises airlessly, chasing up towards the back of Maca.
...
The corpses are still wandering around this increasingly dilapidated city of London. Except for the most evolved wave, the rest are mixed in various streets and alleys in the urban area.
The walking dead have stayed here for a long time after returning here following Haierbo. Without too high wisdom, they will not be bored with this boring life, but crowded together silently, wandering aimlessly.
Only when "guests" come, they will stop and flock towards each other, and send them to the palace's throne in accordance with the original order.
Of course, if the "guests" resisted, the results would be obvious.
However, the "guest" who came here today seems a bit special.
Before the opponent stepped into the city, a force had already rushed in. The force was not only violent and violent at all, but even with some strange affinity, especially for these living corpses born from sin In other words, there is an illusion like returning to the origin.
Unknowingly, the mass of living corpses stopped moving and stood still.
When the figure walked into the city calmly and naturally with the girl behind him, none of the corpses moved and there was nowhere else.
It can be seen that the figure walking one step from the outskirts didn't even care about the dense living corpses in the urban area, even the frequency of the pace has not changed. With every step forward, the living corpses that stood in front of him would naturally retreat and give him the way forward.
Those corpses were clearly made by Haierbo's men, why did they make way for him? This point, except for him and Haier Bo, no third party can know.
Ten steps ... 100 steps ... 1,000 steps ... 10,000 steps.
Maca didn't stop for a moment, no hesitation and never backed down. With the "consciousness" of the corpses, a long, straight "footpath" leads to the vestibule door of Buckingham Palace.
It was only then that Maca stepped down and looked up at the black palace, which had become a fortress of demons.
"Creak"
Suddenly, the black painter with different postures on the square in front moved!
They seemed to be awakened by the newly arrived Maca and Willie, jumping from the base one by one with a twisting scalp metal twist.
"Bang! Bang ... Bang ..."
The heavy black sculpture shattered the ground, step by step, and walked towards the gate where Maca was.
However, Maca still did not even look at them, he just took another step towards the gate of the palace by himself, seeing that he would go straight through this vestibule square from the middle ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ But when he took the first step, a flash of strange color flashed in his eyes, he stopped suddenly.
"No, that's wrong ... I seem to ... shouldn't have come." Maca ignored the devil-like scum-like figures that were getting closer and closer to herself, and muttered in a low voice. "Delfi, I promised her Isn't it? "
But when he was lost in contemplation with doubts, dozens of dark figures finally came around him, and those who walked in the forefront had even put up huge fists, and they had to move towards him and Willie smashed over her head.
"Ok?"
The forthcoming attack interrupted Maca's thinking and brought him back to God.
"Villi."
He frowned slightly, and soon called the girl casually, then walked silently from the middle of the portrait around him.
Next second
"boom!"
The girl slammed a handful of things under the feet of those figures, and then saw countless dark green vines growing up, entangled everyone like a leak. Those figures are obviously strong, but the speed of breaking off the stems and leaves is far less than the speed of their growth. No matter how they struggle, the vines on their bodies are still more and more entangled, and they are completely drowned in an instant.
Feeling that the girl easily resolved the portraits and returned to her own back, Maca said leisurely:
"How about? Plants can also have souls. You have always loved them, but now, how do you feel able to communicate with them?"
He said this as if he had completely forgotten the doubt he had just had.