Chapter 2397: March between the ruins

The sky in the United Kingdom is still so dim and depressing, it seems that in addition to the extreme northern mountains that can rely on the pure natural high altitude and brave the clouds, there is really only one party in the city of London today that can dispel the darkness. Brilliant.
But there, now it belongs to a living corpse.
In this team sent by the Stewarts family, all members have stepped into the British disaster zone for the first time, so everything they have seen and heard here in recent days is strange to each of them.
Since landing in Clacton-on-Sea, what they have seen here is the ubiquitous ruins and silence. This place is located on the southeast coast of England. It is almost the area where Maca led the crowd to resist the army of living corpses and fight the other side for the last time.
Now that the people of the Stewart family set foot here, what can be seen everywhere is the traces left after the battle. Walking among the ruins, even after so long, you can still smell the faint burnt and blood.
"Mr. Jonker, here... it can be said that almost no inch of land here is peaceful. What happened in Britain at that time... Even though I have read the information countless times, it is still a bit difficult when I actually come to investigate now. Imagine."
In the team, a middle-aged wizard wearing a leather coat was holding a circular box with one hand, sometimes staring closely at the trembling, high-speed rotating golden ring under the glass cover to observe carefully, and sometimes raising his head to look around. At the end, he said to the leader beside him.
After hearing this, Na Junker glanced at the detector in his hand, and at the same time frowned and nodded:
"Put it away! Here, it won't be of much use... But obviously, it may not be the traces of the enchantment left by the battle that made it out of control-remember? Zero One Four Three No. File records the detonation of a large Muggle bomb, and the location of the explosion is not very far from here."
"Ah! It turned out to be that..."
When the middle-aged wizard heard this, he was suddenly stunned. The power of Muggle weapons is indeed amazing, and it was even used by Greenward as an important means to win supporters.
However, just as the wizard was stunned, Na Junkel suddenly added:
"Of course, apart from this, everything we see now is basically the traces of the war at that time. That's right. No matter which side of the blocking battle, the strength displayed is indeed Not to be underestimated... Especially the Mr. McLean."
"Yes, I understand, sir."
"As long as you know."
When the two spoke, the team's footsteps did not stop at all. This Stewart "exploration team" of about twenty people has been advancing step by step among the ruins of the city. Although most of the people in the team are like the middle-aged wizard, using various means to detect and guard everything around them, it is clear that there is a firm purpose that drives their pace, even if they are nervous. Stubborn forward.
None of this team is mediocre, so every one of them understands even more that the UK today is indeed a real "land of disaster"!
"It seems... there is no enemy?"
After another moment, after another distance along the dilapidated street, a relatively young witch in the team couldn't help but whispered.
She kept her voice very low, as if she was afraid of being alarmed, but in this dead silence where there was almost nothing but their own footsteps, her voice was still clearly audible, and there was no one from the beginning to the end of the team. This sentence will be missed.
Of course Jonker heard it too, but he didn't respond immediately, but after a little hesitation, he nodded.
"I didn't notice anything... John, how about you?"
As he said, he turned his head and glanced at John Stewart, who was to his side, and handed him an inquiring look.
John, who has always been a fool, is obviously a bit serious at this time, but his steps seem to be significantly easier than most people in the team. Under such a depressing environment, his psychological quality is evident.
When Jonker asked about himself, John could only shrug his shoulders to indicate that he hadn't found out yet, so he didn't even open his mouth at all, and his sight was always cast on the surrounding area and never recovered.
When Jonker saw this, he didn't have many ideas for a while.
"Anyway, cheer up and don't let any slack!"
In these days since the fall of Britain, many European forces have not dared to set foot here easily, only wandering in the surrounding waters. However, in total, many "death squads" have actually been sent in for investigation.
And because of this, this dead place was also stamped with the seal of "There is no return". It can be said that except for the "McLean direct man" that once settled in Weymouth, there is no such thing. The Fang force can still get it back after reaching in!
But even the Weymouth camp that seemed to be barely gaining a foothold here was eventually shoveled clean by an army of living corpses. If it were not withdrawn in time, it would be wiped out.
After the Weymouth camp was broken, the outside world no longer had access to the disaster area. Speaking of which, apart from the situation at Camp Granger, this Stewart team seems to be the first team to set foot on this land again after that.
"After that ~EbookFREE.me~ the information was completely cut off, and no one has been aware of what happened here... I hope everything goes well!"
Jonker only muttered this sentence in his own heart, and soon even he stopped thinking about it. Because he knew that, including himself, everyone in the team didn't need such frustrating words of hesitation.
Just moving forward silently in this seemingly endless ruined wall and dead silence, and always being vigilant about all fatal threats that may appear at any time, is enough to make people bear countless pressure.
But even if he didn't say it, who would have thought of it?
"Even if it is attacked by a powerful enemy immediately, it is better than constantly suffering from the unknown like this!" The middle-aged wizard just couldn't help thinking like this in his heart.
I believe that in the team, many people gradually have more or less ideas similar to him. Only soon, when they actually encountered an enemy, they realized that no matter what serious reminders and warnings in the intelligence materials obtained in advance, the few lines of text are far less terrifying than being in it and experiencing it for yourself.
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