London's foggy city has a long history of fame, and the city has long been associated with fog since many of the most famous works of Victorian literature.

And as we all know, literature and art are all projections of reality

The reality is that from the 18th century onwards, Britain developed rapidly with the help of the Industrial Revolution. The widespread use of coal led to one of the worst air pollution periods in British history.

After all, when coal is burned, it will definitely release billowing smoke containing harmful substances such as sulfur dioxide, and over time, the dense chimneys and the continuous emission of black smoke have become the first symbol of the industrial revolution in people's minds.

To be honest, it's a laughable thing.

It's the early twentieth century, and London is rightfully a black industrial capital, brilliant yet bleak, or gray.

Because the industrial revolution supported by coal left the city full of factories, and the cold and long winters in London also caused residents to burn a lot of coal for heating, and geographical and meteorological factors, so the smoke and fog mixed into yellow and black.

And it often hangs over the city for many days.

"Environmental pollution is serious enough......"

At this moment, Muxiu could clearly see the smoke billowing from the direction of the famous Battersea Power Plant.

After all, the towering chimney is also one of the landmarks of the City of London at this time, and it is quite famous in the current time period and in the 21st century.

The surrounding city looms in a gloomy, dark haze, blurry in either direction, visible or invisible, and only vaguely discernible as the outline of an industrial city.

The smog was so thick and gloomy that pedestrians on the road had their eyes tingling and their lungs depressed, and they were barely breathless in the city, either with their noses covered or wearing masks.

Therefore, when passing by a certain black-clothed teenager by chance, many people will stop in confusion and feel the strange freshness of that moment.

It seems that the moment they take a step inexplicably, they suddenly come from the polluted industrial city to the fresh and pleasant green forest.

The heavily polluted industrial environment has become a refreshing 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 were hallucinating, and subconsciously inhaled hard. And the pungent smell that followed made them feel like their eyes and lungs were stinging......

it! Sure enough, there was a hallucination!

Everyone turned dark and felt that they had done something stupid. Then they hurried along in the spicy, choking London haze with their heads bowed, as if nothing had changed.

Of course, Mu Xiu didn't care what kind of confusion he brought to the pedestrians passing by on the road, he just set the environmental parameters within a certain range for himself:

Filters out meaningless noise and unwanted light, insulates high concentrations of sulphur dioxide and smoke particles, and sets a pleasant breeze to blow gently.

It's the perfect and comfortable environment that exists only in theory.

Although not to mention the smog pollution environment in the current fog capital of London, even in the worse volcanic interior, under the earth's crust and even in outer space, Mu Xiu will not be affected in any way.

However, that doesn't mean he likes to endure such an environment.

After all, if given a choice, who would put themselves through harsh conditions all the time?

Walking through the streets of London shrouded in thick fog without a trace, barely noticeable to anyone about his unusualness, or even unaware of his presence, Musiu quickly found his goal

He paused, stared at the low-hanging sky ahead, the cathedral surrounded by silence and solemnity under the slowly flowing lead-gray clouds, and smiled strangely.

Then, without stopping, he walked towards the solemn and sacred building.

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

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A lifeless, foggy world.

With his black clothes, black cape, black leather shoes, and long silver hair scattered behind him, when his feet set foot on London soil again, Aresta Crowley's impression of the city remained the same as ever.

Alone, he walked across the bridge, as if looking at the railing with a somewhat bewildered gaze, as if to peer above the foggy sky.

On the bridge, which was surrounded by mist, he always felt as if he was floating in a wet mist.

The figures around them appeared faintly, and then dissolved into the thick fog.

He withdrew his gaze, sighed silently, and continued on his way. In this thick and cold fog, his figure was almost like a ghost, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

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

Then, seemingly with a slight pause, he changed his direction and walked straight towards the church. I don't know why, or because of the successive setbacks, he suddenly had the idea of going to the church.

Although he didn't think he could get God's answer, he suddenly wanted to try it in order to give him more reason for his next action.

It's like knowing that the confession will not be answered, but many people still want to try it before they can die, not only with the hope of what happens, but also for their own reasons to completely cut off the confusion.

Maybe it's because it's close to night, and there are so few pedestrians on the street.

When the magician walked into the church, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he found that all the electric lights inside were on, but there was no one to see at a glance.

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

“……”

“……”

Such a scene made Aresta Crowley subconsciously vigilant, he didn't know what was going on, whether it was normal or not, but it would not be wrong to change to defensive mode in the first place.

Although he was confident that his whereabouts should not have been revealed, this was London, the native capital of England, and the stronghold of English Puritanism.

It is not entirely impossible that the English Puritan magician, like the most astute hound, would bite him at once.

However, after he was vigilant for a while, he found that he seemed to be too careful, and there were no idlers around to disperse or other techniques, and there were no people in ambush in the distance or around, as if the coldness in the church was a natural phenomenon.

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

But he also deliberately avoided it, choosing a church that, though equally large, was more for evangelism than as a stronghold for the magicians of the English Puritans.

Maybe it's really not dangerous?

With a flicker in his eyes, the magician saw a priest standing at the bottom of the church, just with his back to him, not knowing what he was doing?

Cleaning the shrine? Or in prayer?

But it didn't seem to be his business, and the magician silently stepped forward, looking up at the emblem of the cross.

He wasn't a believer, or even the kind of person who was specifically anti-theological, because when he was a child, the town he lived in was a cruel place.

His god-believing father and mother ignored him, and the teachers at school were always fond of making things difficult for him. However, because they were all good things on the surface, they gradually gained a certain amount of power in the town.

As a young man, he lived in a small town like a garbage dump, and gradually he began to think that there was nothing wrong with the God who created this flawed world, because God would not give any judgment to the liar, but only allowed ordinary people to be deceived.

He didn't understand what the true God was. After joining the Golden Dawn, the largest magical society in Europe, he slowly became one of the magicians standing at the top.

However, in the process, he also tried to summon beings 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 gods in his cognition.

It's just that every time he gets close to the answer, he encounters countless obstacles. The united association was marked by infighting, the death of children, the departure of wives, and the division of the family. Whenever he was frustrated and fell, he felt like someone was laughing at him somewhere.

Even so, he struggled to find answers that even God hadn't come up with.

Despite his sighs, screams, crushing, and despair, he was ready to fight against God's laws.

"Even God can't answer my questions...... Look, I'm going to show you the right laws in place of that useless god. ”

Silently withdrawing his gaze, the magician's eyes became resolute again, and then turned to leave.

"Oh, that's a ...... Have the courage to do it. The crisp voice of the priest behind him came out, "But since you don't know what the real god is, why do you have the confidence to create a more correct law?" ”

“……”

“……”

Stunned for a moment, the magician subconsciously turned his head, obviously just a completely unspoken idea in his heart, but someone broke it all at once?

"You...... Who is it? Stunned, he gritted his teeth and asked.

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

"Me? As you can see, I'm a priest now...... Well, temporary, part-time. ”

Dressed in a black priest's suit, Mu Xiu, who was unexpectedly very aura, smiled softly, he still remembered the kind of jealousy he had when he faced Aresta before, and now it seems that the situation has completely reversed.

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

That's right, it's not cold or scary, but it's creepy, like a god looking down on everything.

Aresta Crowley is far from being the king of men who refuse to be the god of magic in the future, and even when he is hunted down by the English Puritan magician, there is no way to get himself out of danger.

And even the god of magic can't be indifferent in the face of this existence in front of him.

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

All in all, he just knew, he judged that there was no trace of falsehood in the existence in front of him, and the God in his knowledge appeared in front of his eyes.

Just for a moment, the illusion becomes real?

The answer you've been looking for has already appeared? Just because I came to the church to take a look at it at the last time, I wanted to make myself die?!

Thinking like this in disbelief, a thought inexplicably appeared in his heart.

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