Chapter 1760

"London, England, where this magical battle began."

Maka stood at the top of a hillside in the outer suburbs and looked at the crowded urban area in the distance. She didn't move forward, but she didn't choose to leave.

He just stood under the big tree on the top of the hillside without saying a word, as if waiting for something.

The fog filled around him, but it had no effect on him. His eyes crossed miles and silently brought the whole city into his eyes.

From here, you can actually see Buckingham Palace. She is located on the Bank of the meandering Thames River, tightly surrounded by large buildings. Full greening makes it not difficult for her to find.

Unfortunately, today's royal gardens have completely withered, and the black vines climbing around make her no longer magnificent. However, she is still remarkable. From another point of view, it is obvious that she still has an amazing sense of existence.

"... he's waiting for me."

Maka murmured as she looked at the dark palace from a distance.

And just then, she was staring at Marca over there, and suddenly turned her head a little, as if she felt in other directions.

"Here we are."

Before the voice fell, a black spot suddenly appeared in the distant air behind him, and swept towards this side at a considerable speed. I saw the black spot magnifying as it approached, until it turned into a figure and suddenly fell beside him.

The visitor was quite petite. He was wearing a slightly wide wizard robe and a big pointed Wizard Hat on his head. The brim of the hat was so big that it covered all his appearance, making it impossible to distinguish his true identity for a moment.

"It's very beautiful. It's a pity to cover it up like this."

Maka walked slowly forward and lifted the big hat.

At the next moment, countless silver white hair immediately poured down the thin shoulder and neck like a waterfall. Between the strands of silver hair, a delicate face appeared.

Maka stroked her soft and slender hair, and subconsciously touched her equally white and transparent hair tip. She couldn't help sighing on her face.

"Willie..."

He seemed to want to say something, but after a little meal, his eyes suddenly changed.

"Let's go!"

Maka finally just left such a sentence, and then suddenly turned around and strode straight to downtown London. That seemingly not fast pace, in fact, it is particularly fast. In a twinkling of an eye, it has reached the bottom of the hillside.

Willie paused for half a beat. Then she took off expressionless and ran after Marca's back.

……

The living corpses are still wandering around the increasingly dilapidated city of London. Except for the group with the highest degree of evolution, the rest are mixed in all the streets and alleys of the city.

These walking corpses have stayed here for a long time since they came back here with halbo. Without too much wisdom, they will not feel boring about this boring life, but crowd together silently and wander aimlessly.

Only when "guests" came would they stop and rush towards each other and send them to the throne of halbo in the palace according to the original order.

Of course, if the "guests" resist, the result is obvious.

However, the "guest" who came here today seems a little special.

Before the other party stepped into the urban area, a force broke in first - not only was it not arrogant and violent at all, it even had a strange affinity, especially for these living corpses born from sin, but also had an illusion of returning to their origin.

Unknowingly, a large number of living corpses stopped moving forward and stood in place.

When the figure took the girl behind him into the urban area calmly and naturally, no living corpse moved, and there was no silence everywhere.

It can be seen that the figure walking step by step from the outer suburbs also paid no attention to the dense corpses in the urban area, and even the frequency of the steps did not change. Every step forward, the living corpses in front of him will naturally retreat and make way for him.

Those corpses are obviously made by Haier Bo. Why make way for him? Probably no third person can know this except him and Haier Bo.

Ten steps... Hundred steps... Thousand steps... Ten thousand steps.

Maka never stopped, hesitated or retreated. Under the "conscious" concession of the corpses, a long and straight "path" led to the vestibular door of Buckingham Palace.

Until now, Maka stopped and looked up at the black palace that had become a demon fortress.

"Creak -"

Suddenly, the black lacquered figures with different postures in the Square ahead moved!

They seemed to be awakened by the newly arrived Maka and Willy, and jumped down from the base one by one with a numbing metal twisting sound.

"Bang! Bang... Bang..."

The heavy black sculpture crushed the ground and walked to the gate where Maka was located step by step.

However, Maka still didn't even look at them. He just took another step towards the gate of the palace and saw that he was going to go straight through the vestibular square from the middle.

But when he took the first step, a different color flashed in his eyes - he suddenly stopped.

"No, something's wrong... It seems that I shouldn't have come." Marca ignored the devil like ferocious figures closer and closer to herself, and whispered, "Delphi, I promised her, didn't I?"

But just as he was puzzled and lost in thought, dozens of dark portraits finally came around him. The front ones even had swung huge fists and were about to hit him and Willie on the top of their heads.

"Huh?"

The coming attack interrupted Maka's thinking and made him recover from it.

"Willie."

He frowned slightly, and soon called the girl, and then walked silently through the portrait in front of him.

Next second——

"Boom!"

The girl suddenly threw a handful of things at the feet of those figures, and then saw countless dark green vines sprouting up, winding up all the figures without leakage. The strength of those figures is obviously very strong, but the speed of breaking stems and leaves is far less than the speed of their growth. No matter how they struggle, the vines on their bodies are still more and more entangled, and they are completely submerged in an instant.

Felt that the girl easily solved those portraits and returned to behind her, Maka said leisurely:

"What? Plants can also have souls - you have always liked them since before. Now, how does it feel to communicate with them?"

He said this as if he had completely forgotten the doubt just now.