Chapter 1741: "Death" on the throne

数 It has been a long time since the beginning of the mist. The city of London, which had been forced to evacuate long ago, finally regained its role as a city.
It is a pity that the "residents" wandering here today are no longer what they were.
当中 In the fog, a large number of low-level corpses wandered aimlessly around the streets and lanes. Even if there were many "numbers", they were still dead and silent.
Wu Xingxu was because there had been no sunshine for a long time. The trees and flowers on the street were no longer full of vitality, and the surrounding high-rise low-rise buildings were mostly covered by heavy fog. Even if you can vaguely see a few sections of the wall, they are all overshadowed by the dark moss.
How could a splendid and prosperous capital city become this look in such a short period of time, and in the past, how many people can believe it?
However, none of this can keep up with 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 in other parts of London.
越 However, the more so, the more you can see how horrible Buckingham Palace is today.
A large number of black thorns and vines have already been climbed on the original gray-white wall. The plants in the vestibule garden are withered and withered. Many sculptures on the square have been pushed down to the ground and broken into pieces. Instead, they have a different attitude. , Horrible lacquer black statue.
初 The glorious palace, which was white and golden at the same time, has now become the symbol of this evil and death, and the breath of strangers is everywhere.
In the dark hall of the palace today, the previous golden and red color schemes were all removed. In the gray and bare hall hall, there was a forest that made people snoring. cold.
On the deepest part of the hall, above the high steps, the seat of the king of black and black stands on the back-it represents not so much the supreme royal power as it is waiting for the death.
That's right, if you look at the terrible appearance of the "person" sitting on it at this moment, and the dozens of high-order living corpses standing on both sides under the throne, it goes without saying that it is even more important to let One wonders if he accidentally broke through the gates of hell.
But also at this time, the gate of Buckingham Palace slowly opened, and a figure came in with 忐忑 with the full of 忐忑.
Of course, he certainly didn't come alone-presumably there are no other people who can come here alone except Maca.
It can be seen that a black living corpse with muscles knotted along with him came in. Although the saliva was flowing freely in the crooked mouth of that lip, it unexpectedly did not mean to start with the "living man" in front. Just holding each other all the way to the open space in front of the throne.
"Hai ... Mr. Haierbo?"
The man who was brought in by the dead body stood there with a little shuddering, raised his head carefully and glanced at the throne above the steps ahead.
Although the hall is quite dim, in the end it is much more visible than the foggy place outside Buckingham Palace. He glanced at it, and soon saw the figure looking down on the throne with a cold eye.
But to be honest, he regretted the moment he saw what the other person looked like—seeing that the black figure on the throne was very tall and healthy, but his body was all damaged. Not only was the right arm missing more than half, the black body was melting and deforming like a wax image burned by fire.
Compared with this, those demon-like living corpses that are standing still on both sides at this time seem to be more acceptable.
As the man raised his glance and hurriedly lowered his eyes, a low, hoarse, yet oppressive voice suddenly sounded in the hall:
说 "Say! Who are you? Why did you come to me?"
Er Haierbo's voice echoed in the empty hall. The cold tone made the atmosphere a few times more gloomy, and the fear of the man underneath became stronger.
He paused for a moment before he insisted:
"Dear Mr. Haierbo, I am ... I came to discuss a deal with you on behalf of my teacher."
"Say," Haierbo heard, saying immediately.
"Uh," the man swallowed, and continued stiffly again. "That's it-the teacher is holding information on the exact location of a group of asylum seekers, and those people are all that of Makamike. Ryan personally escorted from the UK. The teacher said, Mr. Halebo ... you should want this information. "
"What then?" After hearing Haierbo's answer, he still said nothing.
然后 "Then ..."
The man was obviously trying to adjust his mentality so as not to be too nervous to say something wrong. You know, once something goes wrong here, it will definitely be dead!
踌躇 After a moment of lingering, he continued:
"The teacher also said that he hopes to use this information in exchange for this 'small piece' of Britain-he can recommend better places for him, and he is more willing to provide him with a lot of convenience to attack the city on the European land in the future."
"Well?"
He Haierbo heard this, finally raised his eyebrow slightly, but then he smiled and shook his head:
"It seems that your teacher has bet on those hostages?"
From what Heilbo said, he can hear that he has no interest in the exchange terms behind the man ~ EbookFREE.me ~ What is a "better place" and what "many conveniences", right He has no value at all.
他 In his opinion, if he wants to continue to expand, can he lead the army of living corpses to attack directly? Need these twists and turns?
When the man saw this, he didn't seem to want Haierbo to ignore the two items, so he could only bite the bullet and say:
"Sir, presumably ... you have felt the power of those 'explodes', but in fact, there are still a lot of those weapons. At present, those Muggles ... Oh, those ordinary people who can't magic , Just because that weapon is very harmful, they dare not use it in batches. But if Mr. continues to attack other countries-- "
The implication of his words is already very clear. If Muggle plans to make a success in one battle, Haierbo will inevitably face a wild bombing. That kind of situation, I am afraid no one wants to see, even Haierbo may not be able to afford it.
It's a pity that Haierbo just touched his deformed body and smiled slightly when he heard it.
"Yeah! I already felt it-very clearly at a very close distance," he said slowly, "but, what about it?"
His voice didn't fall, and Haierbo's deep eyes flashed silently.
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