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A dark green, snake-like magic steam train roared across the long, reactivated Charles Forest Road towards the Welsh province of the Kingdom of Camelot.

The terminus of this magic-guided steam train is the city of Patch, the lord of the Duke of Helpac in the Kingdom of Camelot.

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"Dear travelers."

"The terminal station of the Kingdom's 13th train, the Duchess of Herpache-Pache City Station, has arrived."

"Please pack your luggage ・・・・・・"

In the soprano of the magic guide sonar at the exit of the station, a tall black-haired young man in a spotless black robe, carrying a small suitcase in one hand, walked slowly out of the exclusive exit of the first class cabin of the station.

The huge waiting plaza is full of noisy business travelers.

A newsboy carrying a coarse cloth satchel and a roll of newspaper in his hand, shuttling through the crowd to sell.

Complicated, but orderly interspersed with the main road between the tall buildings that are hundreds of meters tall and accumulated from the whole boulder, suspended in the middle of the urban steam public train track.

Of course, there is also the Alice Supreme Magic Net that envelops the whole city in the spiritual perception of the black-robed young man, and is extremely clear・・・・・・

What an incredible change!

The black-robed young man thought with some sigh compared to the memories left to him by the body, the Patch City 10 years ago, which was full of cooking smoke and low wooden houses.

"Sir, do you need an up-to-date copy of the Mysteries?"

"Just 10 copper nats."

"It has the Kingdom of the Year on it

A little brown-haired girl with long hair and a freckled round face squeezed out of the crowd at the station with some difficulty, and stood in front of the black-haired young man, holding up the newspaper in her hand, and looking at the Messiah with hopeful eyes.

"No, little girl, I'm not one of those mysteries."

"There is no need for a professional publication like Mysteries."

The sudden call made the Messiah bow his head, look at the little girl at the bottom of the city of Pache in front of him, and gently refuse.

"Oh, sorry to bother you, sir."

The little girl's expectant gaze dimmed and she apologized in a low voice.

Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders, and although her clothes were a little old, her little freckles were flushed, revealing full of health and vitality.

Unlike the recent history of the Marvel Universe, which is a bit cruel in the modern steam industrialization process, Her Majesty Artoria, who has the financial and material support of Edward's magical world and a large number of similar historical materials to draw on and reference, has greatly reduced the burden on the poor people in the lower kingdoms because of social change.

"Still, if there's this issue of the Camelot Kingdom Weekly."

"I wouldn't mind having one."

The black-haired young man's words suddenly made the freckled little girl's silent expression leap with joy.

She hurriedly pulled out a magazine about one-quarter thick from her satchel and handed it to the black-haired youth.

"The latest issue of the Camelot Kingdom Weekly!"

"Just 1 silver sie."

The little girl took the silver coin from the Messiah and handed the weekly to the youth.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Perhaps it was the joy of a considerable income, or perhaps the trust brought by the gentle attitude of the black-haired youth, the little girl looked at the luggage that the black-haired youth was carrying in one hand.

"Sir, are you new to Patch City?"

She said hesitantly.

"If you need a guide, maybe I can help you."

"No need, kid."

"My destination is obvious."

Although I don't know why a young man who is not much older than her would call her a "child" in the way of an elder, the strange thing is that she does not feel disobedient at all, but has a real sense of intimacy with her blood relatives.

"That's it."

Following the gaze of the black-robed young man, the little girl saw the tall buildings outside the station square.

Behind those buildings, the most famous landmark of the kingdom, Patch City, is 300 meters high, and the "Holy White Gate" looms among the surrounding buildings with a height of no more than 100 meters.

Under the illumination of the eternal sun, surrounded by huge high-rise buildings, it will always be so sacred and white, leading to the space portal of the magical world full of fantasy and mystery in the little girl's dream・・・・・・

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"Casillas."

"Bring my army of dark worshippers."

On the moon, the ancient mage rebel Casillas who somehow appeared, and on the opposite side of the spatial rift that had been summoned, a huge head almost the size of an asteroid, burning with a never-ending filthy magical flame, screamed wildly.

"Attack Midgard and destroy the planet's space shields and magic temples."

"Let my true body come and give it to all the creatures of this world."

"Eternal life!"

Below the skull, the spatial cracks, one after another, tens of millions of dark worshippers with swarthy bodies, scales and bone spurs, lined up in a neat phalanx, holding aloft all kinds of dark energy weapons that exuded sin and crazy fluctuations, shouting excitedly, echoing the words of their masters.

Without the suppression of the "Vishanti" magic array and the three magic temples that are almost all over the world on the earth, the evil god behind the spatial cracks on the surface of the moon unscrupulously wields almost all the power of his body, constantly bombarding the weak point of the space closest to the earth that it observes, trying to further expand this space portal.

"Yes, my great master!"

I have truly seen the half-plane of the dark dimension that is huge in light years, traveled through the hundreds of broken living planets suspended in the void of the dark dimension, corrupted by the evil god Dormammu, and resurrected by Dormammu by some mysterious means, and left the earth to live in the dark dimension for nearly twenty years.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that the "earth" in his impression had any power that could stop Dormammu's terrifying power.

His previous master, the Supreme Venerable Ancient One, could not do it.

Neither can the master of that holy energy who destroyed his body more than ten years ago!

Unlike the evil plans of dozens, or at most, hundreds of people in the past, this time it was a huge invasion war thrown by millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dark worshippers!

Looking greedily at the blue planet of life below him, Casillas admires his great master's "lunar invasion plan" very much at this moment!

At this moment, even the noisy Earth Federation Space City, which is not far from here, has not been discovered because of the shielding of the Supreme Demon Net, and this pair of evil masters and servants who have made a comeback are complacent.

It's as if the blue planet beneath me is like a delicious cake that no one guards.

Sweet and moving!

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"Mother-sama."

"That disgusting dark creature has increased the dark energy of two energy levels, tearing the space shield of the Moon・B-21 area."

"Governor Charles, chief administrative officer of the Lunar District, asked the federal top brass how often to start the next phase of the operation."

A 2-foot-tall Moon-Earth Supreme Magic Net Goblin with two pairs of blue crystal wings.

Pu fanned his little wings, and the projection appeared in the sky 30,000 feet above the central spire of the castle of Hallworth College in the wizarding world, half-kneeling on the clouds, holding a small file while trimming his nails, while facing a small projection screen, looking very carefully beside Alice, the goddess of the magic web, and said respectfully・・・・・・