A long time has passed since the fog first began. The city of London, which had been evacuated long ago, finally regained its role as a city.

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

In the gray mist, a large number of low-level living corpses wandered aimlessly around the streets and alleys, no matter how many "people" there were, they were still lifeless and silent.

Perhaps because there has been no sunshine for a long time, the trees and flowers on the street have lost their original vitality, and most of the surrounding high-rise buildings and low-rise houses are covered by heavy fog. Even if you can see a few walls, they are all gray and covered in dark moss.

How can an originally glorious and prosperous capital city become like this in such a short period of time, in the past, how many people would dare to believe it?

However, none of this can match the amazing changes of Buckingham Palace in the past.

Now, one need get closer to where the palace is located, and the fog is thinner than anywhere else in the city of London.

However, the more this happens, the more we can see how terrible Buckingham Palace is today.

The original gray-white walls have climbed a large number of black thorn vines, the plants in the forecourt garden have all withered and withered, and many sculptures in the square have been knocked to the ground and shattered, replaced by a black figure with different postures and hideous horrors.

The glorious palace that was white and golden at the beginning has now become a symbol of evil and death, and everywhere there is an atmosphere that the living are not to be approached.

And in the gloomy hall of the current palace, the earlier arrangement based on gold and red has all been removed, and there is a shivering coldness in the gray and bare hall.

Only in the deepest part of the hall, on the high steps, stood the gray-black royal seat, which represented not so much the supreme imperial power as the awaiting death.

That's right, if you look at the terrible appearance of the "man" sitting on it at this moment, and the dozen or so high-ranking living corpses of various colors lined up on either side of the throne, then needless to say, it makes people wonder if they have accidentally entered the gate of hell.

But it was at this moment that the gates of Buckingham Palace slowly opened, and a figure walked in from outside the door full of apprehension.

Of course, he certainly didn't come alone—there was probably no one else who could break into this place on his own, except for Maca.

It can be seen that there is also a black living corpse covered in muscles and knots that followed him, although the saliva in the mouth with crooked lips and slanted teeth was flowing wantonly, but he unexpectedly did not mean to attack the "living person" in front of him, but just escorted the other party all the way to the open space in front of the throne.

"Sea ...... Mr. Helbo? ”

The man who had been brought in by the living corpse stood there with some flinching, and cautiously glanced up at the throne above the steps ahead.

Although the inside of the main hall is quite dim, it is much more visible than the foggy places outside Buckingham Palace. He glanced over, and soon saw the figure that was looking down coldly from the throne.

But to be honest, he regretted it the moment he saw the other party's appearance - he saw that the black figure on the throne was strong and tall, but it was all over the body. Not only was most of his right arm missing, but his pitch-black body was melted and deformed like a wax figure that had been burned by fire.

Compared with it, those devilish living corpses that were standing still on both sides at this time seemed to be more acceptable.

Just as the man glanced up and hurriedly lowered his eyes, a low, hoarse but depressed voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Say it! Who are you? What did you come to me for? ”

Helbo's voice echoed in the empty hall, and the cold tone made the atmosphere several times more gloomy, making the man in the seat more terrified.

After a moment's pause, he forced himself to say:

"Dear Mr. Helpo, I am ...... I'm here to negotiate a deal with you on behalf of my teacher. ”

"Say." When Helbo heard this, he immediately said casually.

"Well," the man swallowed, and then continued stiffly, "yes—the teacher has information on the exact location of a group of evacuees who were personally escorted out of England by Namaka McLean. The teacher said, Mr. Helbo, you ...... I should want this information. ”

"And then?" After hearing this, Helbo was still noncommittal.

"And then ......"

The man was clearly trying to adjust his mindset so that he wouldn't be too nervous and say something wrong. You know, if something goes wrong here, you're going to die!

After a slight hesitation, he continued:

"The teacher also said that he hoped to exchange this information for this 'small' part of the United Kingdom—he could recommend better places for his husband, and he was more willing to provide him with a lot of convenience for his future attacks on the European land."

"Huh?"

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

"It seems that your teacher is betting on those hostages?"

It can be heard from what Helbo said that he was not in the least interested in the quid pro quo that followed the man. What "better places", what "many conveniences", there is no value to him at all.

In his opinion, if he wanted to continue to expand outward, wouldn't it be enough to directly lead the army of living corpses to attack it? Do you still need these twists and turns?

Seeing this, the man didn't seem to want Helbo to ignore those two contents, so he could only bite the bullet and say:

"Sir, presumably...... You've already felt the power of those 'explosions', and in reality, there are plenty of them. Those Muggles ...... currently Oh, it's those 'ordinary people who can't do magic', and it's only because that weapon is so harmful that they don't dare to use it in batches. But if the gentleman continues to attack other countries—"

The implication of his words was already clear, if the Muggles were to complete the battle in one battle, Helbo would inevitably face an indiscriminate bombardment. I'm afraid no one wants to see that kind of situation, even Helbo may not be able to afford it.

It's a pity that after hearing this, Helbo just stroked his deformed body and smiled faintly.

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

Before the words fell, a glimmer of sharpness flashed silently in Helbo's deep eyes.