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Chapter 639 The Right Law

The reputation of London's fog city has a long history. From many famous Victorian literary works, the city has long been accompanied by fog.

As we all know, literature and art are projections of reality——

The reality is that since the eighteenth century, Britain has developed rapidly with the help of the Industrial Revolution.The widespread use of coal has led to the worst period of air pollution in British history.

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

To be honest, this is really a dumbfounding thing.

It's the early twentieth century, and London is, of course, a well-deserved black industrial capital, brilliant but bleak, or gray.

Because the industrial revolution supported by coal has spread factories all over the city, London's cold and long winter also makes residents need to burn a lot of coal for heating, coupled with geographical and meteorological factors, so the mixture of smoke and fog turns yellow and black.

And it often hangs over the city, and doesn't leave for many days.

"Environmental pollution is serious enough..."

At this moment, Mu Xiu could clearly see the thick smoke billowing in the direction of the famous Battersea Power Plant.

After all, the towering chimney there is also one of the landmark buildings in London at this time, and it can be said to be quite famous whether it is in the current time period or in the 21st century.

The surrounding cities loomed in the gloomy, dark mist, no matter which direction one looked in, they were blurred, both visible and indistinct, and only the outline of an industrial city could be vaguely discerned.

The thick and gloomy smog made the eyes of passersby sting and their lungs depressed. They either covered their noses with one hand or wore masks, almost suffocating in the city.

Therefore, when passing by a certain boy in black by chance, many people would stop in doubt, feeling the strange freshness of that moment.

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

The heavily polluted industrial environment has become a pristine ecological environment.

At that moment, the high concentration of sulfur dioxide and smog particles seemed to be swept away...

They looked around in confusion, wondering if they were hallucinating, and subconsciously inhaled hard.And the pungent smell that emerged later even made them feel that their eyes and lungs were stinging...

——Damn it!It really was a hallucination!

Everyone's face darkened, feeling that they had done something stupid.Then they hurried on, heads bowed, through the acrid, choking London smog, as if nothing had changed.

Of course, Mu Xiu didn't care what kind of confusion he caused to passers-by on the road. He just set the environmental parameters within a certain range for himself:
Filter out meaningless noise and excess light, isolate the high concentration of sulfur dioxide and smog particles, and set a comfortable breeze blowing gently.

This is the perfect comfortable environment that only exists in theory.

Although not to mention the smog polluting the environment in the current smoggy capital of London, even in the worse interior of volcanoes, under the earth's crust, or even in outer space, Mu Xiu will not be affected or affected in any way.

However, this does not mean that he will like to endure such an environment.

After all, if there is a choice, who will let himself suffer from harsh conditions all the time?
Walking through the streets of London shrouded in thick fog without a trace, almost no one noticed his unusualness, and even no one noticed his own existence at all. Mu Xiu quickly found his goal ——

He stopped, staring at the low sky in front of him, under the slowly moving leaden gray clouds, the cathedral surrounded by silence and solemnity, and then showed a strange smile.

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

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

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A lifeless, fog-shrouded world.

Black clothing, black cloak, black leather shoes, and long silver hair hanging loose behind him. When his feet set foot on the land of London again, Aleister Crowley still had the impression of this city. is as always.

He walked across the bridge alone and looked lonely, as if he was looking through the railing with some bewildered eyes, as if he was looking into the foggy sky.

On this bridge surrounded by mist, he always felt as if he was floating in wet clouds.

The surrounding figures appeared indistinctly, and then melted into the thick fog.

He retracted his gaze, sighed silently, and then continued to walk forward.In this thick and cold fog, his figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Soon, the magician passed through the foggy streets and houses, and saw the cathedral ahead.

Then there seemed to be a slight pause, he changed his direction and walked straight towards the church.Not knowing why, or because of the setbacks he encountered one after another, he suddenly had the idea of ​​going to the church to have a look.

Although he didn't think he could get God's answer, in order to make his next actions more reasonable, he suddenly wanted to try it.

It's like knowing that the confession is impossible to get a response, but many people still want to give it a try before they can give up. Not only are they holding on to the hope of that eventuality, but they are also completely cutting off their confusion for their own reasons.

Perhaps it was because it was almost night, and there were so few pedestrians on the street.

When the magician walked into the church, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. He found that all the electric lights inside were on, but he couldn't see anyone at a glance.

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

"..."

"..."

Such a situation made Aleister Crowley subconsciously vigilant. He didn't know what was going on, whether it was normal or not, but it would not be wrong to turn into a defensive mode first.

Although he is very confident and sure that his whereabouts should not be exposed, this is London, the capital of the United Kingdom, and the headquarters of the Puritan Church in England.

It is not entirely impossible that the English Puritan magician, like the most sensitive hound, would have bit himself in the first blow.

However, after he was vigilant for a while, he found that he seemed to be overwhelmed. There were no spells such as dispersing idlers around, and there were no people ambushing in the distance or around. It seemed that 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 this church, which, although equally grand, was more for evangelism than for the stronghold of English Puritan magicians.

Maybe there really isn't any danger?
With flashing eyes, the magician saw a priest standing under the church with his back turned to him, wondering what he was doing?
Clean the altar?Still praying?

But it didn't seem to be his business, the magician walked forward silently, raised his head and stared at the holy emblem of the cross.

He is not a believer, and he can even be said to be the kind of person who is specifically anti-theological, because when he was a child, the town he lived in was a cruel place.

His father and mother who believed in God ignored him, and the school teachers always liked to make things difficult for him.However, because everything they did was good on the surface, they gradually gained a certain amount of power in the town.

When he was young, he lived in this small town like a garbage dump. Gradually, he began to think that the god who created this flawed world was nothing special, because God would not give any judgment to the liar. Just let the average person be deceived.

He doesn't understand what a real god is like.After joining the "Golden Dawn", the largest magic association in Europe, he gradually became one of the top magicians.

However, during this process, he also tried to summon the existence of gods and spirits, but although he succeeded, the result made him quite disappointed.

——Because those so-called gods are definitely not the same concept as the "god" in his cognition.

It's just that every time he approaches the answer, he will encounter countless obstacles.The united society suffered infighting, children died, wives left home, and families split.Whenever he stumbled, he felt someone mocking him somewhere.

Even so, he is still working hard to find out the answer that even God has not come up with.

Though he sighed and cried out and was crushed and despaired—yet he was still ready to fight against the laws of God.

"Even if it is a god, it is impossible to answer my question... Just watch, I will replace that useless god and show you the correct law."

Silently retracting his gaze, the magician's eyes became resolute again, and then he turned around and was about to leave.

"Oh, this is really...courageous." The crisp voice of the priest behind him came out, "But since you don't know what the real God is like, why do you have the confidence to create more correct laws? ?”

"..."

"..."

Dazed for a moment, the magician turned around subconsciously. He obviously just had no thoughts in his heart, but was exposed by someone?

"Who... are you?" He gritted his teeth in a daze, and asked.

Probably because he had been thinking about the future path before and was absent-minded, he seemed to have ignored the boy in the priest's attire, and it was only at this moment that he realized that there was something wrong with him.

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

Wearing a black priest's uniform, Mu Xiu, who was surprisingly aura, smiled softly. He still remembered the fear he had when facing Aleister, but now it seems that the situation has completely reversed.

Those dark eyes seemed to see the depths of his heart all the time, and the magician suddenly felt a chill, as if his heart had been pierced into an icicle, and he also felt a little suffocating trembling.

That's right, that kind of gaze is neither cold nor scary, but it is creepy, as if looking down on everything like a god.

Aleister Crowley is far from being the king of people who refuse to become the god of magic in the future. Even when facing the pursuit of the British Puritan magicians, there is no way to get himself out of danger .

And even the god of magic, it is impossible to remain indifferent when facing this existence in front of him.

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

All in all, he just knew, that's how he judged—the existence in front of him was not false, and the "God" he knew appeared in front of his eyes.

In just a split second, the illusion becomes reality?
Has the answer I've been looking for all this time already appeared?Just because I came to the church for the last time to take a look and wanted to make myself give up? !
Thinking like this with some unbelievable, an inexplicable idea appeared in his heart.

—It's about to end.

(End of this chapter)