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"Mr. McLean, the head of the house has already given instructions to the old butler. Although there are still several teams exploring the foggy area, they are only limited to the outer areas..."

At present, Maca has settled in the largest Blois family camp around Kent, and the person in charge of this camp is telling him some details of the scene.

After all, even though Willy's father and old housekeeper would share the information sent back with him, the actual situation at the scene was still far from the reported information.

"Well, I already understand the general situation," Maka stood at the door of a tent in the camp, looking at the capable witch in front of her and nodded, "Anyway, let's go first and collect all the teams that are still exploring.

Come back! Then...notify all camp leaders to be ready to retreat or even evacuate at any time for at least the next ten hours until I come back."

Just as he said this, Maka seemed to consider some possibilities, and paused before continuing:

"By the way, when I go in later, there may be some 'bigger' movements inside. Remember, don't even think about sending someone to check!"

"Oh, of course!" The witch of the Blois family heard this and nodded immediately, "We also knew about the previous battle between Mr. MacLean and the ancient wizard Helbo, but it was obviously not something we could easily intervene in.

Scene. So, if there are no other requirements for the time being, I will go and have someone convey your intention to all camps?"

Maka thought for a while and immediately signaled:

"Go ahead! There's nothing else to do."

Watching the other party leave in a hurry, and taking the time to prepare as he said, Maka stopped staying and walked alone towards the gray fog that stood in front of him like a high wall with clear boundaries.

On the way through the camp, many of the Blois family wizards subconsciously stopped and turned around when he passed by them, looking at his leaving figure.

To be honest, whether Maka himself is aware of it or not, his name has been deeply imprinted on the hearts of many people in this era.

"Tell me, when will this disaster be over?"

"Who knows? I don't think even Mr. MacLean can answer your question."

"Well, I just feel that no matter what the final result is, this world... will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes..."

Behind Maka, many people couldn't help but whisper, and they gradually dispersed until someone came to urge them to do something quickly.

…

Just like what Maca saw in the photos sent to Blois Castle not long ago.

The fog in Kent is incredibly thick, much thicker than the gray fog that enveloped London, making visibility very low at first glance.

However, compared to the moment when the mist first exploded with the explosion, it has become slightly thinner now.

Maka walked slowly forward on a road, expanding her perception of the magic power of the outside world as she walked, allowing herself to gradually adapt to the flow of magic power here.

After all, even if Haierbo is probably still seriously injured, coming to his home court to cause trouble for him will not be an easy task.

"Hmm...this lifeless magic reaction...are the living corpses really gathering in the towns near the center of the foggy area?"

Maka sensed the faint fluctuation of magic power coming from a certain direction, and couldn't help but make a rough estimate based on the map.

"It's not Canterbury, it's closer to here than that... It should be near Charing Town."

According to the direction of the magic wave, he quickly determined the first place to go. However, he could not go there directly because he at least had to wait for the place he was still exploring in the fog.

Only after several teams have safely withdrawn.

Because once they encounter that guy Herbo prematurely, those elite teams specially sent by Blois Castle will probably become victims immediately.

So, after Maka set her goal, she continued walking along the road aimlessly.

It seemed that this should be a small road in the countryside. As far as he could see on both sides, there were only messy weeds and trees. As he walked on the road step by step, he felt that the surroundings were quiet except for the sound of his own footsteps.

There is no sound other than that.

At this time of year, it was unreasonable that there was not even a trace of insect chirping in the wild. But in this extremely weird fog, no matter how unreasonable the situation was, it seemed to become unsurprising.

And just as Maka continued to go deeper, about half an hour passed... Suddenly, he was about to walk through a very small town when he heard some strange noises.

In such a silent environment... which can even be called "dead silence", the figure that was supposed to be small suddenly seemed quite abrupt. And the abrupt sound seemed to come from somewhere in this small town.

Inside the house.

At this time, Maka finally left the road she had been walking along before and followed the movement towards the streets and alleys of this small town.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

It was a series of regular banging sounds, and mixed in there was a sound similar to a pet dog scratching the door. Not long after, Maka stopped in front of a house with a yard.

"That's right here," Maka nodded to herself, "Hmm... it should be one or two trapped low-level zombies, right?"

"Squeak"

He stretched out his hand and gently opened the iron gate, making a slightly harsh creaking sound.

Perhaps because there are so many open spaces in the countryside, people here build their homes very large, and almost always have an open space enclosed as a yard.

Maka walked across the open space and did not try to go in directly from the main door of the house. The door had already been smashed, and it was obvious that it could not stop the living corpses.

I saw him go around the house and all the way to the backyard of this family's home. You can see that there are a lot of firewood piled against the wall, and there are several axes on the tool rack, and the "bang bang" sound is like

It came from under a flap door next to the tool rack.

"Oh, it turns out to be a cellar, and the monster can't come out."

Maka stepped forward, opened the door with a wave of his hand, and then looked down. But the next moment, he stared at the scene in the cellar and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Tsk, what an unpleasant scene..." He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "It seems that no matter how serious my sins are, they cannot be compared with someone like Haierbo!"