Chapter 2233

For many people, the terrible shadow of this disaster seems to be getting closer and closer. Even people as far sighted as Mrs. Maxim know that some things are not urgent, but they have always been anxious.

Maxim is anxious, Hermione is anxious, European ministries of magic are anxious, Muggle presidents and prime ministers are also anxious... With the passage of time, the world seems to be covered with a huge shadow. Only a few people who are lucky to stand in the light spot can look less anxious and tired when they see the sun.

For example, Miss Luna Lovegood, who is a little more impulsive but still in a clear mood; Another example is the tall black figure standing in the square in front of Buckingham Palace in silence, with a sense of freedom and freedom.

Now all of Britain has been covered by thick clouds, and the lead gray clouds can be seen everywhere, vaguely emitting a mysterious and heavy atmosphere.

But here - in this icicle City, Buckingham Palace in London, looking up, you can see a blue sky wall.

This is one of the only places in Britain where the sky can be seen.

At present, the black figure is looking at the blue sky through the icicle and his neck. Even if the sun fell on him and he could no longer feel warm, or even felt uncomfortable from the depths of his soul, he still gazed greedily at that small piece of sky.

"Master."

Coldly, a voice came from the front of the body, interrupting the numerous thoughts in the heart of the figure. Seeing that he finally slightly lowered his head and glanced at the high-ranking corpse who bowed in front of him to show respect, he nodded slightly.

"Well," he asked calmly and calmly, though his interest in looking up at the sky was interrupted, "is there another one ready?"

"Yes, master," replied the other immediately.

Before the voice fell, the figure nodded his head again, then waved his hand and said:

"Bring it!"

After that, the huge black figure turned around and walked step by step towards the gate of Buckingham Palace.

He is not in a hurry, and he knows that some things are absolutely not in a hurry. But different from maxim, he not only understood, but also seemed to know what he should do, what he should do and what he had not done, so he didn't hesitate at all.

When he had to go into the hall and go along the spacious aisle in the middle to the throne above the rear steps, he suddenly turned around and leaned on the handrail as usual.

"Work again?"

A gloomy and old voice sounded from the shadow of a corner of the hall, crossed the four silent corpses who came back and continued to guard, and fell into the ears of the figure on the throne without hindrance.

"Shut up."

The cold and hard answer really overwhelmed the master of the voice in an instant, so that the other party could only stop talking.

A moment later, there was a slight and cautious sound of footsteps outside the door. While stopping, he stood at the door to block some light.

"Master, here you are."

"Let it come in by itself! You can go back."

"Yes."

Not long after, with the sound of the footsteps going away again, a thin figure in ragged clothes came in from the door.

This is a living corpse, a high-level living corpse, and a newly advanced high-level living corpse - the clothes it wears are obviously still the things it used to be, but it has become dilapidated because of wandering and fighting for so long.

But if you want to distinguish it carefully, you can still see something... Obviously, this new high-level corpse should have been an ordinary Muggle girl still in school.

Since they died once, they have become living corpses in the fog or under the clouds. In fact, the difference between each individual is no longer as big as that between Muggles and wizards. The corpse of a wizard can become a living corpse, and the corpse of a Muggle can also become a living corpse. The disassembly and reconstruction of the remnant soul makes the distinction between talents less obvious and complete.

Although there is still a gap in the potential of each individual, at least every relatively intact corpse can almost always become a living corpse, and every ordinary living corpse theoretically has the opportunity to evolve into a high-order living corpse.

And maybe that's why the figure sitting lazily on the throne has been sending the living corpses under his hand to gather more of their kind for a long time - even if the birth probability of high-level living corpses is not high, but the base number is large. As long as it is guided, there will always be more and more high-level living corpses.

However, for the one on the throne, it seems that it is not enough to continuously increase the number of high-level corpses.

"Come on, come and let me see."

Although I knew that the corpse had just opened a certain degree of intelligence, it was impossible to understand the language. But he habitually opened his mouth with his slightly hoarse and thick voice, rather than the spiritual communication between the living corpses.

However, although the girl's corpse didn't understand, she saw the strong man gently waving on the throne. After it hesitated in some confusion, it came over tentatively with its still confused eyes.

Before the living corpse produced wisdom, it basically acted by instinct. It seemed to intuitively feel a sense of intimacy and belonging in each other, and walked through the hall towards the darkness above the steps.

Soon, the newly advanced high-level corpse girl came to the front of the throne with a lock of dirty hair and a bad smell.

"Well, it seems to be a little aura. These eyes are very beautiful."

The Lord of the living corpse, who always emphasizes cleanliness and tidiness in front of his men, has no aversion to the dirty smell of this body. He naturally lifts the other party's disordered hair and looks at the still dirty face... Especially the eyes on the face.

It was a pair of dull eyes, similar to most other living corpses. However, even if it is very accidental, you can still occasionally see a trace of intelligence.

"It's a pity that the skin of the living corpse family is always so bad... Although it's the corpse, it's still too ugly?"

While muttering, the figure suddenly stood up, took the dirty hand of the dead girl, suddenly turned around and took it to the back of the throne.