Chapter 46: Buckingham Palace, The Siege of All Saints
This night is destined to be a sleepless night of horror for the citizens of London.
This vast fog that is finally shrouded in the "fog capital" may have been admired by poets because of its hazy beauty, or it may be annoying because of the air quality, but in the middle of the night at this moment, this thick and white fog without five fingers can only cause an emotion - "fear".
Fear of "death".
The dead in all London have been resurrected.
The original source of the disaster may have been the church mounds in the northern suburbs, or the cemetery gardens in the city. In short, on this bleak night, it was as if the gates of the underworld suddenly opened, and countless corpses buried in the earth woke up from the graves, carrying ragged rags and wriggling maggots, digging themselves into the earth and rediscovering the earth. Patches of half-rotting zombies, or simply craggy white bones, stand up in defiance of human mechanics, and these unrestful skeletons roam the mountains and fields, from London's major cemeteries, to the Thames, and in a fixed direction.
This terrifying and unconcealed gloomy catastrophe naturally cannot be concealed from one of the most powerful political axes in the world in this era. In fact, just half an hour after the start of the disaster, which was named "Night of the Resurrection", the military base near London had already taken spontaneous action, all the civilians on the street were ordered to evacuate home, a large number of troops and tanks were pouring into the city, and even the Pacific Fleet, which was used to blockade the coast, was ready to sail one by one, and the entire British military had completely made a strategic arrangement to treat these dead people as comparable to the Nazi invasion.
However, this inexplicable war was not fought after all.
Because those heavily armed soldiers who shuttled through the streets and alleys and stood behind the tanks, although they looked serious or panicked, they only maintained a stable orderly formation, watched from a distance, and did not take the initiative to attack; What's even more strange is that the oncoming zombie skeletons, one by one, look hideous and terrifying, but from beginning to end, they are numb and slow to advance, directly ignoring these pale enemies who may attack at any time, and even encounter the soldiers blocking the road, they will take staggering steps to get out of the way and pass through one by one.
"Shall I say...... Are we the inhabitants of Great Britain who maintain this gentlemanly demeanor even when they die? However, there is still a month before Halloween ......" In the rear military formation, the stunned middle-aged reporter muttered, and then he reacted to his professional task, and immediately turned to the commander with the same blank expression on the side and asked: "Sir, do you think we can deal with these with our strength...... Dirty? β
The old man, who had fought in the north and south all his life, and even led the army into Berlin during World War II, did not answer, but took the wooden box handed over by the soldiers on the side, took out a few dry bone dust piled up inside, twisted it with his fingers a few times, looked at the white fine sand flowing from his fingertips, and said to himself: "This is just ordinary human bones...... What exactly are they motivated to act for? β
He turned his head and glanced at the reporters who were waiting for an answer before replying, "It's not the Middle Ages anymore." Young people, in this age when human weapons can even destroy the entire world, the only thing that should be feared is only us human beings. Even if these bone racks are doubled, they can't withstand several rounds of artillery fire, and even if there is a so-called plague virus, as long as the aircraft and artillery are suppressed remotely, all the troubles can be solved. The only problem is ......"
He looked up at the corner of the mist, at the distant and majestic building, and said lightly: "What do those politicians think...... Or rather, when exactly was the order to attack? β
Unbeknownst to these loyal officers and reporters, just a few dozen meters above them, there was a force of death in the air that was invisible to the naked eye, and this layer of energy containing the cold color of death melted into the vast fog below, soaking the environment in gray. Most of the necromantic skeletons who accidentally jumped out of these gray mists immediately became sluggish, gradually losing power for the next half hour, and finally turning into a cloud of ashes.
At this time, if you look down from the sky above London, you will find that there are more than a dozen of these cardinal points of fog birth scattered throughout the city. Like the relationship between the main stream and its tributaries, these poles of the church cemetery are scattered around a towering and magnificent castle, and the soil of each cemetery is constantly drawing the power of gray, turning into a gray mist that flows into the thick fog of the tide of tens of thousands of dead, and constantly supports their movements.
And the castle as the center is the junction of St. James's Palace and Victoria Railway Station in London, which is also the inheritance residence of the royal blood of this country.
"Buckingham Palace".
At this time, in this building, which has witnessed the glory of the royal family for centuries, the voice of a teenager in amazement also happened to sound.
"Captain...... You're so good, no wonder you think people will come to us. This kind of veritable generosity, directly summoned at once, awakened tens of thousands of undead army, it is simply a small scourge legion, with such exaggerated strength, I'm afraid that Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, may not be your opponent, right? β
The young man who was called the captain withdrew his gaze from admiring the splendid palace, but he was not happy, shook his head and said, "It's just a matter of taking advantage of the situation." If it weren't for the fact that in the last world, I happened to get part of the formation map of the Circle of Silence of the Scourge Legion, and found some ice orbs from a witch's relic as the base point of the magic circle, and it took me half a month to arrange the magic circle, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to set off such a frenzy of the undead. On my own, even if I run out of strength, I can only awaken hundreds of skeletons, and I am of no use at all. β
As he spoke, he suddenly sighed and said regretfully, "After this use, the power of those thirteen Ice Orbs will also be exhausted and invalidated. And the humans of these worlds are no better than Azeroth, and there are no bones of people with supernatural abilities, in other words, all the resurrected dead will not produce high-level undead, don't look at those things outside are very scary, in fact, they are all appearances, all of the eight thousand are low-level zombies and skeletons, if it weren't for me ordering the army not to take the initiative to attack, if I really want to fight, in the face of the twentieth century's thermal weapons covered fire, I'm afraid I won't be able to last even three minutes. β
At this time, the adventurer team was gathered in a side room of the royal castle, and out of some concern and respect for history, they did not disturb the famous queen, but used Rorschach's "whispering of the heart" to indulge the servants of the entire fortress, temporarily sealing the royal building from the outside world.
"Actually, it's pretty good~ But the captain is really bold, I also wanted to travel here when I was in school, but I didn't expect that one day, I would stand here in such a way......" Ji Qing, a long-haired female college student, happened to finish browsing the art exhibition garden in the main hall, walked over, and heard Rorschach's voice, and couldn't help but sigh and said.
Rorschach nodded undeniably, suddenly looked at a short and fat old man standing straight on the side, and asked aloud, "Are you ready for my recording, and those things?" β
The old man's eyes, whose face was resolute and solemn, and who were neatly and rigorously dressed, flashed blue, as if he were struggling for a moment, and then calmly replied: "More than four hundred letters of complaint have been received in three days, but 1,700 recording devices have been installed in the streets, and they have been broadcast twenty-four hours a day. β
Rorschach himself is not a professional necromancer, and even a necromancer master who is proficient in the indentation of the undead, unless he is schizophrenic, it is impossible for him to simultaneously remotely refine more than a dozen undead teams that are dozens of miles away and of different sizes. However, the Death Knight, as the commander of the army of the same name, also has the ability of a "Winter Horn", which can command the army of the dead through a special sound, so Rorschach took a trick and directly copied this sound, and used modern technology amplification equipment to place it in the streets and alleys of London, even if it can only constantly issue "forward" and "convergence" commands, and even the accurate attack order cannot be given, it is enough for the surging army to maintain basic order and camouflage the momentum.
"Then ...... next," he turned his head to look at the smiling blonde woman, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a loud and chaotic sound outside.
With a burst of chaos of chickens and dogs, two soldiers with guns couldn't stop them, and were rushed over by a middle-aged man. The man who rushed in was tall and majestic, with short pale blonde hair, and gray-blue eyes typical of Britons, but he looked angry, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly with red ears and red ears:
"Your Excellency...... What exactly do you think? This is simply a policy of appeasement! I can't even believe that it's the end of the twentieth century, and that you have degenerated into the cowardice of the thirties, and that the Labour Party will definitely not ...... Hey? He caught a glimpse of the other strangers in the room and immediately exclaimed, "Who are you?" When will the Orientals be able to enter the royal palace? Well, this young lady ......"
Before he finished speaking, the Western beauty who stood up in the middle of the scene had already smiled slightly and took the initiative to greet him, and this young politician was obviously just an ordinary person with high willpower, and when he encountered the stunning charm of extraordinary power, he was fascinated and forgot his purpose, nodded in a few words, and retreated blankly.
Ania finished this episode, turned around, looked at Rorschach with a smile, and said softly: "The British wizarding world is different from other places, it was originally founded by Merlin, the ** master who followed King Arthur, so there are inextricable links between wizards and the royal family throughout the ages, although it is impossible to interfere in the battle between Muggles because of the regulations, but when it comes to hostile forces, it does not prevent it from providing indirect influence and help, just like half a century ago, Dumbledore represented the power of the British Ministry of Magic, Defeated the leader of the German Dark Wizard community, Gellert Grindelwald. β
She went on to affirm, "Although the British Ministry of Magic is notoriously slow to do things, the chaos in the capital caused by the master has affected the reputation of the entire national wizarding community to a certain extent, so they will contact Muggle ......informants at the earliest of three days that night."
The so-called informant who connects the supernatural wizarding community is naturally no more representative than the current most powerful political axe leader of the Muggles.
Rorschach nodded, stared out the window at the power of death that almost converged into a substance in the dark clouds, followed the flowing node, and finally looked at a distant tower, and suddenly said lightly: "In that case, then I just go out and do something to ......"
"What's the matter?" The rookie boy Xiong Shaodong was stunned when he heard this, and said in shock: "Captain, you are the only one who has the ability here, we are all ordinary people...... If someone comes to the door in advance, we won't have a way to resist! β
"It's precisely because you're just ordinary people that there's no danger," Rorschach replied casually, "With the information shield of the Book of Reincarnation, they can't learn anything useful, and the Ministry of Magic, as a positive image, is not an object that can be harmed at will, even if it is an ordinary person who calls a Muggle in his mouth." β
"Alright," he put on a pitch-black rain cover, and his figure disappeared into the vast darkness of the night in a blink of an eye, leaving a faint echo of the time he was leavingβ
"I'm going to find my companion again......"
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