The sacred right side of a certain comic

On December 1, 1947, in a dilapidated weed hut in a country village where the River Severn flows in England. Crowley lay on the messy grass, his breathing heavy and covered in blood, like a ruined doll.

Life is withering in his body, and I am afraid that it will not be long before he will welcome death.

"It's really ugly, but it still failed in the end... That's the price I had to pay when I killed my own child. "

Aresta lay there in a large shape, unconsciously recalling these thirty years of life.

In 1919, Aresta was hiding in Egypt and began to construct the beginning of his plan, but he did not expect to meet a stranger in the "imaginary phase" one day, and he guessed that the other party would find the imaginary phase he was hiding because of cracking the Book of Law, so he did not hesitate to use his strongest technique that would trigger ten times the power of the Big Bang in the universe when setting the enemy as the 'demon god'.

Aresta succeeded, the greatest magician of the twentieth century who could fight the demon god in a mortal body, and Aresta also failed because he killed not the so-called 'enemy', but the son of his blood, known as the existence of the family.

At the moment of seeing the other party's true body, whether it was from the inheritance of genes, the flow of bloodlines or the resonance of magic and soul, Aresta was undoubtedly convinced that it was his child, one of his countless lovers, born for him.

At that moment, Aresta went completely insane, he abandoned his reason as a human being, abandoned the beginning of his plan, and left Egypt without hesitation, stepping back on the land of Inguo, which was extremely dangerous for him, to do his last duty as a father to find the traces of the child he had killed by mistake.

He knew what he was going to face, it would be hunted down by all the magicians in the world, and for his 'greatest heretical' who tried to destroy magic and had the ability to do it, anyone who held the power of magic would never let him go.

And among these magicians who hunted him down, the Puritans were the most crazy and desperate, although Aresta was strong, but he was only a human after all, from 1919 to the present 1947, Aresta has been fighting magicians all over the world for twenty-eight years, and just the day before, the oil-dried Aresta was finally seized by the assassination force of the British Puritan Sect and seriously injured him in the English countryside.

“...... This really fits my ending. "

Aresta did not have any sadness and despair, all his despair had long been filled at the moment when he killed his child with his own hands twenty-eight years ago, and he clearly knew what his life was like, that is, he always faced failure and setbacks, and failure and setbacks were absolutely impossible to defeat Aresta.

No matter how desperate it is, it is impossible to defeat this terrifying and powerful man, no matter how desperate it is, the only one who can defeat Aresta is his family!

"Click-"

The door of this country straw house was pushed open, and Aresta listened to the footsteps coming from outside, so calm before he died, that he could still joke frivolously: "... Which lucky person found me? English Guo Puritanism? Roman Orthodoxy? Christianity in Russia? Or is it a magical association? I guess English Puritism is more likely. "

“...... Take my first level in exchange for a reward, I think my first level is still very valuable in this world. "

The people who walked in outside the house did not make a sound, as if they wanted to make Aresta feel frightened with this oppressive atmosphere.

Then, Aresta finally met the comer——

"Frog?"

Aresta looked at an old man with a frog face who appeared in front of him in amazement, he wore a pair of black-framed glasses and his body was a little bloated, but Aresta had never seen him, and this old man did not seem to be the magicians who had hunted him down before.

"How can you call people frogs as soon as they meet, it's too rude."

The old man muttered a little dissatisfied, and then came to Aresta and looked at him with a serious face, "... It's a serious injury, and if you take a step later, you're going to die. "

"Who are you?"

Aresta was now as weak as a newborn baby, and he didn't have much vigilance in the face of this old man who could kill him at any time, but just asked calmly.

"Who am I?"

The old man whispered, and he looked back at the Severn River not far outside the straw house, as if he saw the gushing river of the Jiangnan water town, and the friend who was not afraid of power, life and death in the land of Humen a hundred years ago, and laughed while chanting poetry and burning the opium that pierced the backbone of the nation.

He shook his head and smiled, "... I don't use the name of the past, if you want, just call me the soul chasing the underworld! "

"Underworld chasing souls?"

What an arrogant name, but Aresta didn't laugh.

"That's right, time is urgent, you still don't talk, I need to give you a life now."

Speaking of which, the old man called the Underworld Soul Chaser just squatted down and prepared to start emergency treatment.

"My body has no possibility of salvation, and no magic can heal me."

Aresta continued calmly, knowing his injuries well.

"If magic doesn't work, then use science!"

The Underworld Chaser retorted indifferently.

"Science..."

Aresta looked at the old man he had met by chance, and his already dull eyes brightened again.

Of course, he does not want to die, not because he is afraid of death, but because he has not yet fulfilled his purpose and achieved that wish.

For Aresta, even death was just one of his setbacks, not what made him give up.

"Do you know who you're saving?"

"I don't care who you are, I just know that you are a patient in urgent need of surgery, and no matter what happens, I will never abandon my patient!"

The Underworld Chasing Soul said decisively and awe-inspiringly.

"What an overly gentle and strange guy..."

Aresta paused and continued, "... I have too many enemies in Yinguo and I can't stay here. "

"I want to think... Then go to Japan, Japan has just been defeated, the land is hungry and needs everything, the environment there will definitely be enough for you. "

A little thought about the soul chasing in the underworld showed a way for Aresta.

Subsequently, with the help and treatment of the soul chasing in the underworld, Aresta saved a life and transferred to Japan.

And in the perception of the wizarding world, Aresta . Crowley, an evil and terrible magician, died in the English countryside on December 1, 1947.

In 1950, the school city was first built

......

In the darkness, Roy suddenly opened his eyes.