London's fog capital has a long reputation. Since many famous Victorian literary works, the city has long been accompanied by fog.

As we all know, literature and art are projections of reality—

The reality is that since the 18th century, Britain developed rapidly with the help of the Industrial Revolution. The widespread use of coal led to the most serious air pollution period in British history.

After all, when coal burns, it will definitely release thick smoke containing harmful substances such as sulfur dioxide. Over time, the dense chimneys and the black smoke that are constantly emitted have become the first symbol of the industrial revolution in people's minds.

To be honest, this is really a funny thing.

It is now the early twentieth century, and London is naturally a well-deserved black industrial capital, brilliant but bleak, or gray.

Because the industrial revolution supported by coal has spread all over the city, the cold and long winter in London has also caused residents to burn a lot of coal for heating. In addition, geographical and meteorological factors, so smoke and fog mix into yellow and black.

And it is often shrouded in the city and will not be separated for many days.

"The environmental pollution is serious enough..."

At this moment, Mu Xiu could clearly see the smoke rolling in the direction of the famous Battersea Power Plant.

After all, the towering chimneys there are also one of the landmark buildings in the city of London at this time. They are quite famous both in the current time period and in the 21st century.

The surrounding cities are looming in the gloomy and dark mist. No matter which direction they look, they are vague, and they can not see clearly. They can only vaguely identify the outline of an industrial city.

The smog is thick and gloomy, which makes pedestrians on the road sting their eyes and their lungs depressed. They either cover their noses with one hand or wear masks, almost unable to breathe in this city.

Therefore, when I accidentally passed by a boy in black, many people would stop in confusion and feel the strange and fresh feeling of that moment.

As if they took a step inexplicably, they suddenly came from the polluted industrial city to the fresh and pleasant green forest.

The heavily polluted industrial environment has become a refreshing and original ecological environment.

The high concentration of sulfur dioxide and smoke particles seemed to be swept away at that moment...

They looked around in confusion, wondering if they had hallucinations, and subconsciously inhale hard. The pungent smell that emerged even made them feel that their eyes and lungs were stinging...

——Damn it! There was indeed an hallucination!

Everyone turned dark and felt that they had done something stupid. Then they lowered their heads and continued to move forward in amid the spicy, choking smog of London, as if nothing had changed.

Of course, Mu Xiu would not care about the confusion he brought to the pedestrians passing by on the road. He just set the environmental parameters within a certain range for himself:

Filter away meaningless noises and excess light, isolate the high concentration of sulfur dioxide and smoke particles, and the set comfortable breeze is gently blowing.

This is a perfect and comfortable environment that only exists in theory.

Although not to mention that the fog now is London's mere smog pollutes the environment, even the harsh volcano inside, under the crust, or even in outer space, Mu Xiu will not be infringed or affected.

However, this does not mean that he will like to endure such an environment.

After all, if there is a choice, who will keep yourself under harsh conditions?

Walking through the streets of London under the thick fog without any trace, almost no one noticed his unusualness, and even no one noticed his own existence at all. Mu Xiu quickly found his goal-

He stopped, stared at the low sky ahead, under the slowly flowing lead-gray clouds, the cathedral surrounded by silence and solemnity, and then showed a strange smile.

Then, he kept walking towards the solemn and sacred building.

And just a few days later, a magician who stood at the top of a magician but was notorious also came to this city.

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A world covered with lifelessness and thick fog.

Black clothing, black cloak, black leather shoes, and long silver hair were scattered behind her. When her feet stepped on the land of London again, Yaresta Crowley's impression of the city was still the same.

He looked alone and walked past the bridge, as if he had a confused look through the railings, as if he was trying to peek at the foggy sky.

On this bridge surrounded by fog, he always felt like he was floating in the wet clouds.

The figures around him appeared faintly and dissolved into the thick fog.

He withdrew his gaze, sighed silently, and then continued to walk forward. In this thick and cold fog, his figure was like a ghost, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Soon, the magician had already passed through the foggy streets and houses and saw the cathedral in front of him.

Then he seemed to pause for a moment, and changed his direction and walked straight towards the church. I don’t know why, or because of the setbacks he encountered one after another, he suddenly had the idea of ​​going to the church to take a look.

Although he did not think he could get God's answer, in order to make his next action more reasonable, he suddenly wanted to try it.

It seems that even though I know that the confession will not be answered, many people still want to give up by trying it. Not only is it holding the hope of the accident, but it also completely cuts off confusion for one reason.

Maybe it was because it was almost night, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.

When the magician walked into the church, he couldn't help but be stunned. He found that all the electrical lights inside were on, but he couldn't see anyone at first glance.

The rows of seats were empty, but there was no one.

“…”

“…”

This situation made Yaresta Crowley subconsciously alert. He didn't know what was going on, whether it was normal or not, but it would be impossible to turn into the defense mode first.

Although he was very confident and sure that his whereabouts should not be exposed, this is London, the capital of the UK, and it is also the base camp of the British Puritanism.

Even if the British Puritan magicians bit themselves in an instant like the most sensitive hound, it is not completely impossible.

However, after he was alert for a while, he found that he seemed to be too careful. There were no idle people around him to disperse, and there were no people lying in the distance or around him. It seemed that the coldness in the church was a natural phenomenon.

After all, St. George's Cathedral is even more famous-

But he also deliberately avoided there and chose this church, which was the same large scale, but was more for preaching and preaching than for the base camp of the British Puritan magicians.

Maybe there is no danger?

As his eyes flashed, the magician saw a priest standing at the bottom of the church, with his back facing him, not knowing what he was doing?

Cleaning up the altar? Or praying?

But it didn't seem to be his business. The magician walked up silently, raised his head and stared at the holy emblem of the cross.

He is not a believer, and he can even be said to be a kind of person who specializes in anti-theology, because when he was a child, the town he lived in was a very cruel place.

The father and mother who believed in God ignored him, and the teachers in the school always liked to make things difficult for him. However, because they were doing good things on the surface, they gradually gained a certain amount of power in the town.

He was young and lived in this small town like a garbage dump. Gradually, he began to think that there was nothing great about God who created this flawed world, because God would not give any rulings to those who lie, but just let ordinary people be deceived.

He didn't understand what a real god looked like. After joining Europe's largest magical society, "Golden Dawn", he gradually became one of the magicians standing at the top.

However, during this process, he also tried to summon existences such as gods, but although he succeeded, the result was quite disappointing.

——Because those so-called gods are definitely not the same concept as the "god" he recognizes.

But whenever he approaches the answer, he encounters countless obstacles. The united association has internal conflicts, children die, wife leaves home, and family splits. Whenever he falls, he feels that someone is sneering somewhere.

Even so, he was still working hard to find an answer that even God had not come to.

Although he sighed, yelled, was defeated, and felt hopeless—he was still ready to fight against the laws of God.

"Even God can't answer my questions... Look, I want to show you the correct laws instead of that useless God."

Silently withdrew his gaze, the magician's eyes became firm again, and then turned around and was about to leave.

"Oh, this is really... courage." The crisp voice of the priest behind him came out, "But since you don't know what the real God is like, why do you have the confidence to create a more correct law?"

“…”

“…”

After a moment of silence, the magician subconsciously turned around. He was clearly not saying anything in his heart, but he was revealed at once?

"Who are you?" He gritted his teeth and asked after a moment of silence.

Before, it was probably because he had been thinking about the future path and was absent-minded that he seemed to have ignored the boy in the priest's uniform. It was not until this moment that he realized that something was wrong with the other party.

"I? As you can see, I am a priest now...well, I'm a temporary part-time job."

Mu Xiu, who was wearing a black priest costume, was unexpectedly very aura, smiled softly. He still remembered the fear he had when facing Aresta in the past, but now it seemed that the situation had completely changed.

The dark eyes seemed to have seen the depths of his heart. The magician suddenly felt a chill, as if his heart had been punched into an icicle, and he felt a little suffocating trembling.

That's right, the sight is neither cold nor scary, but it is creepy, as if he is looking down at everything as high as a god.

Aresta Crowley is far from the king of the man who refuses to become the god of magic in the future. Even when facing the pursuit of the British Puritan magicians, he has no way to escape from danger.

Moreover, even the God of Magic cannot be indifferent when facing this existence in front of him.

Maybe it's intuition, maybe it's fate.

In short, he knew that this was how he judged it - there was no trace of falsehood in this existence in front of him, and the "God" in his own cognition appeared in front of him.

In just a moment, the hallucination becomes reality?

The answer I have always wanted to pursue has already appeared? Just because I came to the church last and wanted to give up?!

Thinking like this incredibly, a thought emerged inexplicably in his mind.
Chapter completed!