Overworld, Earth, London, 1860.

The sky of this megacity is filled with black smoke from countless factory chimneys, and the dark, damp air of London makes the city extremely uncomfortable.

The scenes of the Industrial Revolution are magical, you can see horse-drawn carriages and steam-powered locomotives on the streets of London, and you can see retro-clad British aristocrats sitting in the same café as capitalists in vintage suits.

Everybody's lungs are in trouble, every worker is being squeezed by big capitalists, child labor is extremely common, and the wave of industry fills everyone's hearts with economic commodities and corporate stocks.

On a dark, damp street, stumbling figures cringed against the walls, their delicate cowhide boots stained with sewage on the ground.

Finally, she couldn't walk anymore and sat down against the wall, panting.

The woman wore a women's white shirt with a knee-length leather black trench coat and black leather pants on her legs, which matched the black trench coat style.

Two vintage-shaped flintlock pistols were pinned to his waist, and the hilts appeared to be made of precious wood.

The royal sister wore a lady's hat with a slight slanted width, covering one side of her eyes, and a white feather of a bird pinned to the hat.

"Hmmm... The royal sister covered the left side of her abdomen, and at this moment the clothes there were torn, and the wound was bloody, and blood was still oozing out from time to time.

Gunshot wounds, and by no means flintlock pistols can inflict injuries.

The royal sister took out another silver-white pistol from her pocket near her buttocks and looked at it.

The enemy had hit himself with this strange pistol, and he had never seen a gun of this shape, so lethal and so accurate.

This pistol was placed more than a hundred years later and was called Browning.

"To you in the future, my path is over here, and the next thing is your solitary journey, don't let my sacrifice be in vain, and show me the world in the future. ”

"Elsa Karin Windsor"

He engraved a few lines of English on the handle of one of his flintlock pistols, then took out a few pieces of brown paper, wrapped the pistol, and wrote an address and a series of notes on it.

"To the post office, please send this parcel in 2017, my bank account will pay the escrow fee on time, please go to any Imperial Bank in London to pick it up, I have explained the relevant matters in advance. ”

At this moment, a horse-drawn carriage appeared at the intersection of the alley, and then a middle-aged uncle in a retro suit jumped out of the carriage.

"Madame... You... ”

"Shut up, listen to me now, take this package to the post office, do what I wrote above, especially the time, be sure to check it clearly!"

The royal sister turned her head to look across the alley, and at this moment a man wearing a brown trench coat and a bowler hat had already appeared, walking unhurriedly.

His mafia-style outfit doesn't belong to the present, and neither does the Chicago typewriter he has.

"Now, let's go!" the Royal Sister glared at the butler and ordered forcefully.

The uncle understood the temper of his hostess, and when he heard this, he looked at the stranger who was walking in the crossing, gritted his teeth, turned around, got into the carriage, and left quickly.

The royal sister ran in the other direction, and the strange man really didn't care about the fleeing carriage, but continued to chase after the royal sister.

Following all the way to an old warehouse, the strange man glanced around the clutter of barrels and crates in the warehouse.

"You can't run away, mortal, your actions have angered me, and now I'm going to use you to replenish the energy I need, don't worry, it's just a little pain. ”

"Maybe I can't kill you now, but someone will kill you in the future. The voice of the royal sister sounded from the side of the warehouse.

The strange man shrugged his shoulders and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

"Perhaps, the future is indeed dangerous, and beyond the imagination of you, the primitive mother monkey, you have no idea what you encounter, but they can't save you, at this time, they don't exist. ”

"Ha, you're scared too! Maybe that's why you don't dare to travel to that time, because you're going to die, right?

When the strange man heard this, he immediately raised the Chicago typewriter in his hand and clicked a shuttle towards the opposite side, and suddenly a piece of broken wood scattered in all directions.

"I am a god, a supreme god! You lowly and disgusting mortals, be afraid and respectful of me!"

"Then you go to 2017 and see what the people there will say! You're just a monster!

After the strafing, the man's face was hideous, as if he was completely enraged, and streams of rapidly rotating and swirling quicksand appeared out of thin air around his body, and the surrounding barrels and wooden boxes were affected by the quicksand, and began to decay rapidly, turning into a pile of rotten wood, as if time had accelerated and flowed countless times in this instant.

"I! I'm the master of time! I'm the god of this world! I've lived here for thousands of years! the unnatural beings who have no history, the damned outsiders... ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly put away the dancing quicksand, his face frightened.

An incomparably hot and sacred will seemed to penetrate time and space and appeared in the warehouse, scanning the entire warehouse like a searchlight.

"Angels ... ”

The man gritted his teeth and said, his expression uncontrollably worried.

The will of the Holy Light seemed to be carrying the passengers with it, and dark green lightning appeared in the air, jumping wildly, as if it was also probing for something.

Else your hiding will be in vain.

The man immediately ran out of the warehouse, dodging the time-spanning scan.

But he was still not ready to let go of his target, just outside watching the warehouse door and the windows on the wall.

After a long time, the mortal woman still did not come out.

Of course, the royal sister is no longer in the warehouse.

In a manor house on the outskirts of London, the royal sister stared warily at the sassy man in a black tuxedo in front of her.

His nails were longer than his own! and he was adorned with sharp, sharp silver finger covers.

"Red wine, coffee?" asked the man with an aristocratic smile, glancing at the royal sister.

"Who are you? Why am I here all of a sudden?"

"Ahh An impatient little girl!" The man raised his red wine glass and took a sip, "It's just a matter of taking you with me, I sensed a strong fluctuation of strange energy at your location, so I was curious, I went over to take a look, and found that the thing that was chasing you had escaped, and that strange energy seemed to be looking for you as well, as a gentleman, rescuing the beautiful lady was what I should do, but... If you could tell me what that strange energy is, I would be more satisfied. ”

"You won't understand, so I don't need to explain, thank you for saving me, I'm leaving now. ”

"Leave, I'm afraid not so soon. The man put down his glass, still smiling.

"Now that you have met the Time Traveler, you must know what kind of existence lurks in the darkness, so ... ”

Seeing the royal sister raise the gun against herself, the man didn't care.

"So... You're going to be a good transformer. ”

Click... The sharp silver finger cuffs cracked, and the man's eyes lit up with scarlet.