The sound of the gyroplane's propeller flapping pulled Mycroft back from his distraction.

He stared at Char below, trying to control the gyroplane to fly down. He pushed down the lever, and the smoke poured down, sending the gyrocopter nose down. But just as he was about to pull up the lever on the other side, he felt empty.

He was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized that he was missing an arm.

He then let go of his other hand to quickly adjust his stance, but it was too late.

He himself was flying at a low altitude, and the gyroplane had already fallen when he pushed the lever forward, and it was no longer possible to adjust his attitude at this moment.

The gyroplane slammed forward, and then slammed sideways into the villa.

However, just when Mycroft thought he was dead, the plane suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Mycroft looked around, not trying to control the gyroplane again.

He knew that the gyroplane was out of his control at the moment.

And so it is. Under the action of some force, the gyroplane slowly fell to the ground and landed in front of the eyes of Char and the others.

The moment he landed, Mycroft quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, climbed out of the gyroplane, and walked towards Char.

His severed arm was only a simple treatment, and after a whole day of nervous thinking and command, both mentally and physically had actually reached its limit.

His face was very pale, his body was covered in blood, and he walked with a limp, but even so, he came to Char's face.

"Hello." "On behalf of Britannia, I want to speak to you," said Mycroft, a little weakly. ”

"I'm not the one who can give you the answers you want." Char said quietly, "Whether it's the non-magical world or the magical world, I haven't interfered for a long time. So, there's no point in you looking for me. ”

His speed of speech is very smooth, and there is a sense of eloquence, which makes people involuntarily convinced.

Mycroft fell silent, and after a moment he asked, "My name is Mycroft Holmes, do you know me?" ”

Char seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and he smiled and continued, "You are the descendant of one of my old people, and I have a promise with him. ”

"What promise?" Mycroft asked.

"I think you already have the answer in your heart." Char said.

McCroft's eyes opened slightly, and he said after a moment of silence.

"My father said to us, 'Our wisdom is given by God.'"

Char's eyelids retracted, but she didn't comment on it.

He looked up at Grace to the side and said to him, "Give me some of the myeloid fluid." ”

Grace raised her hand, and some mercury-like semi-fluid flowed down its fingers.

Char raised his hand, and the liquid floated in front of him.

An alchemy circle appeared beneath the liquid, the light dissipated, and a metal arm that was exactly the same as the arm, but with a smooth metallic sheen, appeared in front of them.

There are mysterious runes on his arm, which looks like a very beautiful work of art.

Char brought her arm to the shoulder where Mycroft had lost it.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Before she could even react, Mycroft saw countless tiny threads glowing with golden light emerged from the end of the metal arm, each of which was the size of a nerve, but because there were more of them, they could be seen with the naked eye.

As if alive, these silk threads flexibly drilled into Mycroft's fracture, and the sudden movement made the bruises on Mycroft's face instantly burst out, and he subconsciously let out a muffled sound.

This pain is even more painful than the pain of a broken arm. The severed arm is only for a moment, and the pain is continuous.

His complexion turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his body began to twitch involuntarily, but Char held it down.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

Char let go of his hand, and Mycroft was half-on his knees, clutching his forehead and gasping for air, his whole body soaked in sweat.

However, he soon discovered that the one used to cover his head at the moment was the mechanical arm that Char had just installed for him.

He tried to control the metal arm and clenched his fist, although it felt a little different from the real arm, but it was completely different from the real arm.

McCroft could swear that if this prosthetic leg were to be put on the market, it would probably fetch a sky-high price.

But now it looks like it was made by the man in front of him with some scraps.

Unbeknownst to him, of course, the "offcuts" he was referring to were magical metals known as "Mithril". In a sense, no conventional weapon on the human side of this era can destroy this arm.

The hardest hand in the world in the true sense of the word.

"People, it's better to be more complete." Char smiled, "There are some interesting things on it, you can explore it yourself." ”

He looked at Mycroft and murmured meaningfully.

"This world is not going to be peaceful, good luck, child."

Mycroft came back to his senses, and he seemed to want to say something, but saw Char wave his hand lightly.

He, as well as Sissi, Lisa, and even the mech behind him, vanished in place

Mycroft fell silent, looking at the place where they had just disappeared in silence.

He raised his hand, looked at his arm, and touched it with his other hand, quietly feeling the metallic texture on it, and his thoughts flowed in his heart.

However, a vibration from one side caught his attention.

The Sword of Stone drove down the main street into the courtyard, and billowing smoke came to a halt behind Mycroft.

Sherlock and the others stepped down from the warship, along with his men on the warship.

An officer in a suit walked out briskly and came to McCroft's side.

"Are you alright, sir?"

This officer looked very young, probably only in his twenties, a man with black hair and black eyes, but with a high nose bridge, he should be of mixed race.

The largest ethnic group in Britannia are Celts and Han Chinese, so there are many such mixed races.

McCroft didn't answer, just looked at the gyrocopter on one side.

He clenched his right hand and slammed his fist into the rotorcraft's metal casing under the stunned gazes of the people around him.

With a loud bang, the gyrocopter was blasted out of the distance, and a deep pit collapsed into the metal shell.

The people around him opened their eyes slightly, as if they couldn't believe what was in front of them.

You know, although the gyroplane is a light flying machine, it is not something that a human can fly with one punch.

"You've become a superhuman, too?" Sherlock walked over and teased.

Mycroft came back to his senses, didn't answer Sherlock, just spoke.

"Rob."

"Yes." The lieutenant responded.

"Establish a secret file and target the white-haired mysterious magician who just appeared."

"Yes." Robb said, "What is the level?" ”

"Premium." Mycroft turned his head to look at him, an unknown glint in his eyes, "Codename God." ”

Rob's eyes opened slightly, not only him, but also the men in black around him.

Still, Rob was the first to go.

"Yes" (end of chapter)