Under the colourful painted glass windows, the setting sun shines through the Timber Mary print, illuminating the splendor of the Chapel of Henry VII between the sanctuary, the gallery and the bell tower.

The fan-shaped dome of the chapel is decorated with colorful flags with medieval knightly medals. The rib carvings of the arch in the hall are densely decorated, finely carved, and the vault hangs down many funnel-shaped ornaments, which are extremely exquisite, and the Westminster Abbey, the most famous Gothic cathedral in England, is located in the troubled area of the city of London, and sets off like a fairy tale wonderland.

At this time, the chapel is as peaceful and peaceful as everyday, as if everything in the outside world will be forgotten here.

An old man dressed in a dark red Canterbury Archbishop robe, kneeling reverently on a cushion in front of a statue of the Virgin Mary, as white as jade.

A cross Bible with a pale gold cover was placed beside him.

"Click!"

The ornate door of Henry VII's prayer room, covered with roses, slowly opened to the sound of ancient screws.

A figure in a gorgeous floor-length dress appeared in the doorway.

"Your Majesty, you are here."

The ninety-seventh Archbishop of Canterbury, Anglican, Bishop Albert of the Anglican Church, stood up.

Although this body has become old with the passage of time, no one can deny the great power behind this old man who has been in charge of the British religious scene for more than 20 years.

"Holy See, long time no see." Looking at the kind old man who often appeared in the fond memories of her childhood, Queen Anne II's gaze was a little hazy.

But soon, she came to her senses and looked at the old man in front of her with a determined look.

She knew that after the secular will of British politics and business was highly unified, the last obstacle to the magic of England was the spiritual leader of the English Protestant, Anglican Church.

The old man took the pale gold Bible beside him in his hand and slowly turned around.

With a smile, he looked at the girl in front of him who was already a lot more mature than before.

When he saw the six-pointed star mark of the Magic Council on Anne's neckline, his dim and dim eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Turns out, are they back? Your Majesty, have you joined them? ”

The old man's deep voice sounded, but his question made Anne stunned.

But then it came to his senses that even some of the old nobles in England could leave behind books that vaguely recorded the legends of the "wizarding world", and there was no reason why those records would be lacking in the more well-established churches.

After hesitating for a while, Anne spoke sincerely.

"Yes."

"They are back, Holy See."

"But this time, they want to merge with the world."

"Because." Anne stared into the old man's eyes. "A huge catastrophe is coming."

"And our Lord can no longer guarantee our safety!"

Anne's words sharpened the old man's dim eyes, and a not weak spiritual force overflowed from the old body, instantly enveloping the entire chapel.

"Anne, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Even if the Lord is no longer on the earth, the world we live in is not something that outsiders can find casually!"

"Is this an excuse for the mystics?"

The old man's deep voice grew thicker and deeper.

Of course, this spiritual power, which can make ordinary people dizzy, has not played a role in our mid-level official mage, Queen Anne.

Anne's face did not change at all, she did not want to irritate this old man who made her respect, but sometimes things in the world are so helpless.

"You may not be able to find it from the outside, but what if you look at it from the inside?"

Her soft words, accompanied by the strong horizontal mental power after the transformation of the spiritual power, rose from the girl's body, easily tearing through the spiritual power network shrouded in the chapel.

This made the old man's face finally change completely.

After this incomparable mental power tore through the spiritual power network, it easily imprisoned the old man's whole body.

At the same time, in the girl's right hand, a delicate wand made of purple shirt wood suddenly appeared, and it was gently touched at the center of the old man's eyebrows.

A stream of information that is not short is injected into the old man's eyebrows with the girl's spell.

In an instant, the Archbishop of Canterbury in this life frowned tightly, and several green tendons instantly protruded from the old hands holding the Bible.

Fortunately, it comes and goes quickly. When the old man opened his eyes again, the mental power that had imprisoned him had quietly disappeared.

The old man was not as excited as he was at first, but was silent in a low voice, his frowning brow did not relax in the slightest, as if he was thinking about something.

Anne was not in a hurry, and patiently stood in front of the old man and waited quietly.

After a long while, the old man finally raised his head, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Alright! Your Majesty. "On his salutation, he once again brought an honorific title." I will support you and their plans. ”

Hearing the old man's softer tone, Anne's face finally became brighter.

She stepped forward and kissed the old man lightly on the cheek.

"I knew you would have my back, my godfather."

Bishop Albert looked at the girl in front of him with a wry smile, shook his head helplessly, looked at Anne with doting eyes, and said kindly.

"Go, my majesty, the future of the British Empire depends on you."

The old man let go of the hands that held Anne.

Anne nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the door of the chapel.

"Those damn bald eagle cowboys, good days, what kind of time and space ・・・・・・ to make"

Behind him came the grumbling voice of the old man, and the corners of Her Majesty's mouth, who were about to close the door of the prayer room, curled into a chuckle・・・・・・

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"Agent Hill, I suppose you're going to tell me some bad news, right?"

One-eyed black uncle Ferrie looked at the heroic female subordinate who walked into his office in distress, since the Anglican bishop declared Queen Anne's throne legitimate, it is very rare that the EU countries of the Old World have begun to move, and some even blatantly connect with each other.

As the supreme commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., Ferrie could even faintly feel that behind the entire old continent of Obaro, there seemed to be a mysterious giant hand that controlled everything.

"Oh?"

Agent Hill stroked the silky strands of hair on his forehead, inadvertently revealing a hint of intellectual charm.

She smiled and handed Ferrie a stack of papers.

"I don't know if our headquarters is almost finished, is that good news? Sir. ”

Ferrie took Hill's document and looked at the colorful panoramic image on it.

Four huge giant turbine engines are evenly distributed on both sides of a domineering aircraft carrier, and around the bridge on the deck, all kinds of cutting-edge American experimental-grade military weapons are scattered in the armor.

"So Agent Hill, tell me, when will it be officially completed?"

Ciel smiled slightly.

"It's only been two months, sir!"

Ferry nodded with satisfaction, and looked down again at the big guy in the picture designed by Reed Richardson, known as the United States, no, and the most cutting-edge weapon in all mankind, and his heart was suddenly full of confidence.

It seems that the worries in my heart some time ago can be properly put down・・・・・・

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"The most sophisticated weapon?"

Our chubby Mage Reed flicked the cuffs of the silver-edged black magic cannon with disdain, "Smack!" With a bang, he dropped the intelligence blueprint of the "S.H.I.E.L.D. aerospace carrier" in his hand.

Closing his eyes slightly, as a person from the "Magic Alchemy Department" of the Magic Council, he already knew in his heart that as early as two years ago, the Council had already designed a hideous beast with a length of half a kilometer for the "Magic Alchemy Department".

It's just that since he was transferred to the British Ministry of Magic, he has cut off the news there.

"A bunch of Muggles watching the sky! Hum! ”

It took a long time for Reed to pat the bulging belly on the magic cannon and mutter.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Minister Reed, the space destroyer HMS Queen Anne I, jointly built by the Magical Council 'Magic Alchemy Department' and the United Kingdom, has been officially completed."

"Prime Minister Cameron invites you to the boarding ceremony."

Looking at the gray-robed apprentice in front of him, who was a little anxious and uneasy, Reed was shocked.

But on the surface, his face did not change, and he just nodded solemnly.

"Help me tell Lord Cameron, I'll be on time."

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