"Buzz!"

A roar that only the Immortal True God, and even beyond, could perceive, resounding at the edge of the Marvel world and the Arcane universe. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, a miniature plane bubble wrapped around a majestic floating city, along with an invisible straight line, merged into a huge plane far more powerful than him, which existed independently in the Chaos Sea, called the "Wizarding World".

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In the Arcane universe, in the eastern part of the main island of Camelot Britain, in a wooded area next to National Highway 66 in the Kingdom of Camelot.

The space rippled round and round like water ripples, and a young man with black ** law engraved with a cross was nine points similar to Edward, but with black hair, he comfortably supported his waist.

The milky white holy light, which was very similar to the color of the formal rank Dou Qi, naturally spread out to the outside world behind it as his body stretched.

"Finally the task of the ontology has been completed."

His brows stretched gently, and this young man, who no matter what he did, made people feel a trace of holiness, and was a little helpless to find that the grass and trees around him had been shone white by the holy light that came with him.

With a snap of his fingers, he snapped the holy light that was shining around him, which had almost become a sacred place completely isolated from plague, necromancer, and darkness, and suddenly retracted back into his body.

Although it was discovered early because of the youth, it was a little late after all, and the area where the holy light swayed was not very large, but the maginot beetle, an insect family that originally lived here, had been instantly eroded by the young man's holy light.

Looking at the ground the size of an egg, with a round body, he looked at his holy light beetle with an admiring look.

"Okay!"

"Although I created you unintentionally."

The black-robed young man's face revealed a look of benevolence that was almost impossible for Edward's body.

"But as your Creator, I protect you."

With a careful stroke of his right hand in the void, the void slammed open a golden door, and carefully put these new species, which can be said to be born from him, into the personal half-plane he created.

Then turn around and look up.

Through the branches of the trees in front of you, not far ahead, the outline of a town filled with industrial gunpowder smoke is clearly audible.

"Huh!"

His eyes widened slightly, and the black-haired young man had a hint of surprise on his face.

"Camelot has developed like this?"

In front of him, the towering mage tower that reached into the clouds stood out in the center of the town.

Around it, a circle of tall cylindrical buildings was a chimney with a magic factory in a small town, and countless gray, brown, and black smoke erupted wantonly into the sky.

Like a serpent, a steam magic train loaded with minerals and steel ran along some kind of track in mid-air, and there was a burst of high-pitched whistles.

"Looks like Lady Lily, she's going to do a good job of developing her country!"

The black-haired young man flattened his mouth with interest and muttered.

If the memories left to him by the ontology are correct, 10 years ago, when he was first born from the ontological sea of consciousness, this was nothing more than a barren mountain in the eastern part of the main island of the Camelot Kingdom.

Now there is an industrial town that smelts steel, and it is clear that in the 10 years since Edward subdued the native magicians of the half-plane of Izrael, the kingdom of Camelot, which has been in the classical era of the Middle Ages for thousands of years in this arcane universe, has entered the age of the magical steam industry!

"Bump!"

The piercing sound of gunfire suddenly rang out in the woods next to the black-robed young man.

Wait, gunshots?

The black-robed young man frowned violently, and the vast spiritual power spread from his eyebrows to the surroundings.

Almost instantly, he spotted his target.

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"Hahaha!"

"Matt, your marksmanship still sucks!"

A group of young men on magical steam motorcycles nimbly turned around the corner of National Highway 66 in the Kingdom of Camelot by the woods, and sprinted in the direction of the woods where Edward was.

There, a lone banco deer was scurrying toward the largest bush in the woods.

"Brothers!"

"Look at me Michael!"

A stout, short-haired fat man loudly laughed at his companion who had not hit his prey just now, and while letting go of the grip of his right hand, he quickly pulled out a bronze handcuff that was nearly a foot long on the outside of the steam motorcycle.

"Boom!"

Pulling the trigger, the small fire elemental circle inside the handgun detonated the sulfur and gunpowder, generating a huge kinetic energy that shot a projectile at nearly three times the speed of sound, hitting the hind leg of the banco velvet deer.

One hit!

Such a smooth scene made the short-haired fat man Michael himself stunned.

You must know that these wild creatures in the arcane universe are not as easy to fight as their earthly counterparts, even this herbivorous, fluffy banco velvet deer has an unimaginable speed of nerve reflexes and a powerful ability to jump short distances.

Under normal circumstances, a healthy adult Banko Velvet Deer requires 4 experienced firearm hunters to shoot from different angles in order to snipe smoothly.

"Haha, I had such good luck today!"

Michael, the short-haired fat man, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly screamed triumphantly.

Before firing, he had never expected to succeed in capturing a large wild game, and the action just now was just like Edward's previous life when he was a child in the Heavenly * Dynasty plane with a slingshot to hit sparrows, pure luck.

"Oh, Michael, incredible!"

"You're really lucky!"

"Let's eat Jin Kela today!"

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"Guys, what are you waiting for?"

"Hunting formation, you don't want to be unable to eat Uncle Michael's banquet tonight!"

In the words of envy and jealousy of his friends, Michael shouted a slang from York's industrial town, stopped his steam mount, drew the short sword tied to his thigh, and walked towards the fallen velvet deer with his head held high.

And his companions, who also moved randomly, invariably rode steam motorcycles, surrounding the scene to prevent the injured prey from counterattacking before dying.

Michael held his sword in his right hand to protect his chest, and he was also a little afraid of the temporary counterattack of the prey in front of him.

Don't ask him why he can't make up for it, know that in the York Industrial Town, one more eye-catching one more eye-catching one will reduce the value of this velvet deerskin by 15%.

Although Michael was born into a medium-sized family of factory owners, his parents' wealth was not yet at his disposal.

Especially at the current three-year enrollment season of the National Knight Academy of Camelot, his pocket money has been compressed to an extremely tight point by his strict father.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

It wasn't until he walked in that he found that the lower abdomen of the fallen deer had bulged inside, and the four black and white eyeballs looked at him with pleading eyes, and let out a mournful cry one after another.

No wonder this velvet deer was easily hit by himself.

It's a doe!

I don't know what happened, Michael's grip on the handle of the sword was suddenly wet with sweat.

Different from the small prey such as the grass rabbit and the benny chicken that he hunted in the past, looking at the mourning velvet deer in front of him, Michael, who had never killed a large beast, suddenly couldn't do anything.

"Gollum!"

Michael choked up fiercely, as a child of an emerging capitalist, he finally made up his mind.

To this day, except for the royal city of Camelot, the provincial capitals of Wales, Scotland and other provinces, the vast majority of small and medium-sized towns of Camelot are still in the wild at night, just like 10 years ago, and it is a bloody predation moment for fierce beasts and monsters.

For any Camelot national who has not been promoted to a full-fledged professional, it is a place of danger and fear.

Therefore, even if the velvet deer is let go now, the velvet deer injured by him is destined to not survive the hunting of those large fierce beasts at night.

Rather than be eaten by those horrible carnivorous beasts, it is better to end its life and end its suffering now!

After thinking for a short time, Michael simply closed his eyes and aimed at the middle of the neck of the velvet deer, and the extremely thin fighting qi of his own middle-level warrior turned to his right hand, stabbing with a ferocious wind.

"Boom!"

However, unlike what Michael had envisioned as a dull sound of flesh insertion.

A pale white light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the short sword and blocked it, making a crisp sound・・・・・・