Chapter 1533

"The fog is moving faster?"

The night wind roared and swayed the roadside canopy, and the branches twitched like whips. People couldn't help feeling that they all had their own will like the beating willow of Hogwarts.

It must be said that the sudden rise of strong winds at this time is indeed somewhat suspicious.

However, it is obvious that no matter how strong the wind is, it has nothing to do with the movement of the fog ahead. If the arrival of strong wind can also be said to be accidental, the accelerated movement of fog... May be an "artificial" necessity to some extent.

"Helbo, you're here at last."

Suddenly, Maka stood slightly in the middle of the road - with the accelerating fog "shooting" towards him like a wall, more dense groups of living corpses than the periphery immediately followed.

For a moment, his ears were full of messy footsteps.

However, as if it was confirming Maka's words, the corpses who had just been attacking him were like collective blindness, ignoring his existence and running past him.

If no one had given them the latest mandatory orders, it would certainly not suddenly become like this.

At the same time, Maka also stopped attacking at will and allowed the living corpses to pass by. His eyes fell all the way to the end of the army of corpses under attack.

At this moment, the mummies are about eight miles from downtown Canterbury.

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"Miss Granger... I'm sorry, and... Thank you!"

It was obviously not easy for Hermione to retreat with several patients who could not bear space movement. Fortunately, in addition to her, several other volunteers and Auror sent by lupin finally decided to stay and help her transport the injured in the split accident.

Unfortunately, there are only two brooms, which is not enough for all of them to return to spiral town quickly. To this end, Hermione can only let some people retreat first, while she and another volunteer take the remaining two patients on the ground.

The effect of the floating spell makes their action not too difficult, but there is still a distance between Faversham and Canterbury.

"No need to thank you. After all, every life is precious!" Hermione said as she walked. "Besides, don't worry too much! Spiral town will send someone to pick us up after learning about our situation!"

"Miss Granger is right," added the Auror, hearing his voice. "Moreover, there is no fork from Canterbury to faresham. They can meet us as soon as they look along the way."

However, just as they spoke to appease everyone, one of the injured who was carried by the floating spell suddenly looked sluggish. Then, she looked at the direction of fafushem town where everyone had just left and said in a daze:

"Do you think... The approaching speed of the fog behind seems to be much faster?"

"What?"

After this reminder, everyone looked back. But I saw that the large shadow outline representing the fog was being magnified little by little with the speed visible to the naked eye in everyone's field of vision, just like a huge mouth to swallow the whole world.

With the increasingly strong night wind and the particularly deep night curtain due to the attack of clouds, people can't help feeling stuffy in their chest.

"Come on! Run!"

As far as the current intelligence on all kinds of alienated corpses is concerned, except those who can fly, other species should not keep up with the current drift speed of the fog. But even if the flying species didn't follow, probably no one would like to be swallowed by the strange fog.

"Wait! Don't run aside! It's enough fog to cover the whole city of London. It's too late -"

Seeing that a volunteer was in a hurry, she seemed to have an idea to run out of the area that was about to be covered by the fog. Hermione immediately shouted to the other party.

But I don't know whether it was the wind or the other party was too nervous to listen. I only saw that the volunteer jumped off the road, jumped into the field beside the road and ran quickly to the north.

Hermione saw this and was about to jump down to catch up with her, but she was pulled by the Auror who followed her.

"If you catch up, you'll only have one more person swallowed up by the fog!"

Lupin didn't want him to follow Hermione to protect everyone in the volunteer team - even if he did, he couldn't. His job is to protect Hermione alone.

Just... Of course, if you can save one more person within your ability, you can save one more person as much as possible.

"Miss Granger, go!"

He controlled the strength of the floating spell and ran forward with Hermione while taking a patient.

Hermione was dragged by his arm, pursed her mouth and turned to the figure running farther and farther in the field until the other party was completely covered up by the night.

"Miss Granger, there's no way. No one will blame you!" another volunteer immediately comforted.

But Hermione first slightly broke away Auror's palm and accelerated the pace of running as if she had given up, but then shook her head hard.

"This is not something that others will blame!"

However, before Hermione's low mood recovered, a moment later they found that maybe the result of Hermione's pursuit and non pursuit would be the same - the fog like a mountain avalanche and tsunami was much faster than they thought!

"Is it still too late?"

The voice did not fall. When Hermione and others turned back again, they found that the fog had caught up with them not far behind. But after waiting for everyone to run a few more steps, quietly, the field of vision suddenly darkened.

This is undoubtedly a long lost feeling, although no one will miss this situation shrouded in endless fog.

"Fluorescent flashing!"

The volunteer waved his wand to try to create some light, but in the blink of an eye, the tip of the wand that had just lit up went out immediately, much faster than when he was in London.

Needless to say, the mysterious and strange fog is obviously changing... Just like the living corpses with all kinds of alienation.

"The direction of the road is unchanged. Keep running! Don't stop!"

As Hermione said just now, the fog covering the whole of London is very large, and it will not float over in a moment and a half.

What's more, what dangers are waiting for them in the fog is still unknown.

"Ah --"

Coldly, a shrill scream came faintly from the direction of the previous volunteer's escape.