Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Buzz!"

A roar that only the Immortal True God, or even a higher power, could sense, sounded at the edge of the Marvel world and the Arcane Universe.

Then, a miniature plane bubble wrapped around a majestic floating city followed an invisible straight line and merged into a huge plane that was thousands of times more powerful than him and existed independently in the sea of ​​chaos called "Magic Realm".

In the Arcane Universe, in the eastern part of the British Main Island of Camelot, in a forest next to National Highway 66 in the Kingdom of Camelot.

The space rippled like water ripples, and a young man with black hair, who was very similar to Edward but had a black hair, stretched out comfortably in a black robe with a cross pattern engraved on it.

The milky-white holy light, which was very similar in color to the official rank fighting spirit, naturally spread out to the outside world in circles behind him as his body stretched.

"Finally, the mission of the main body is completed."

His brows relaxed gently. This young man, who always gave off a sense of holiness no matter what he did, found with some helplessness that the surrounding vegetation had been illuminated white by the holy light that came with him.

Snapping his fingers, the holy light shining around him, which had almost become a sacred place completely isolated from plague, undead spirits, and darkness, suddenly returned to his body.

Although the young man discovered it early, it was a little late after all. The area where the holy light swayed was not very large, but the Maginot beetle, an insect family that originally lived here, had been instantly eroded by the young man's holy light.

He looked at the Holy Light Beetles on the ground, which were the size of eggs and had round bodies, looking at him with admiration.

"All right!"

"Although I created you accidentally."

The face of the young man in black robe revealed a look of benevolence that was almost impossible to appear in Edward's true form.

"But as your Creator, I protect you."

With a careful stroke of his right hand in the void, a golden door was opened in the void, and these, the first new species that could be said to be born because of him, were carefully placed into the personal demiplane he created.

Then he turned around and looked up.

Through the branches of the trees in front of me, not far ahead, the outline of a small town filled with industrial smoke can be clearly heard.

"Eh!"

His eyes widened slightly, and there was a trace of surprise on the black-haired young man's face.

"Has Camelot developed into this?"

In the town in front of him, the towering Mage Tower that reaches into the clouds is particularly conspicuous in the center of the town.

Surrounded by a circle of tall cylindrical buildings is the chimney of a magic factory in a small town, with countless gray, brown, and black smoke erupting wantonly into the sky.

Like a long snake, running along a certain track in mid-air, the steam magic train loaded with minerals and steel sounded a high-pitched whistle from far to near.

"It seems that Ms. Lily has developed her country quite well!"

The black-haired young man flattened his mouth with interest and murmured.

If the memory left to him by the main body is correct, 10 years ago, when he was just born from the sea of ​​consciousness of the main body, this place was just a barren mountain in the eastern part of the main island of the Kingdom of Camelot.

Now an industrial town for steel refining has appeared. Obviously, in the 10 years after Edward conquered the indigenous magicians in the half-plane of Ezreal's floating city, this arcane universe has been in a state of chaos for the past thousands of years.

The Kingdom of Camelot in the medieval classical era has entered the era of magical steam industry!

"bump!"

The piercing sound of gunshots suddenly sounded in the woods next to the young man in black robe.

Wait, gunfire?

The young man in black robe frowned fiercely, and the vast spiritual power spread from the center of his eyebrows to the surroundings.

Almost instantly, he found his target.

"Hahaha!"

"Matt, your marksmanship is still so bad!"

A group of young men riding magic steam motorcycles nimbly turned from the corner of the straight National Highway 66 in the Kingdom of Camelot next to the woods and sprinted towards the woods where Edward was.

There, a lone banker deer was running rapidly towards the largest bush in the forest.

"Brothers!"

"Look at me Michael!"

A fat man with short hair and a strong appearance laughed loudly at his companion who had not hit the prey just now. While letting go of the grip of his right hand, he quickly drew out a nearly one-foot-long bronze gun pinned to the outside of the steam motorcycle.

"boom!"

Pulling the trigger, the small fire elemental array in the hand gun detonated sulfur and gunpowder, and the huge kinetic energy generated fired a projectile at nearly three times the speed of sound, hitting the hind leg of the Banker deer.

A hit!

Such a smooth scene made the short-haired fat man Michael himself couldn't help but be stunned.

You must know that these wild creatures in the arcane universe are not as easy to fight as their earth counterparts. Even this herbivorous, fluffy bank deer has nerve reflex speeds beyond ordinary people's imagination, and a powerful

Short distance jumping ability.

Under normal circumstances, a healthy adult Bankolu deer requires four experienced musket hunters to shoot from different angles in order to successfully kill it.

"Haha, I'm so lucky today!"

Michael, the short-haired fat man, was stunned for a moment and then quickly shouted proudly.

Before opening fire, he had never thought that he would successfully capture a large wild prey. What he did just now was just like when Edward used a slingshot to shoot sparrows when he was a child in the celestial world in his previous life. It was just a matter of luck.

"Oh, Michael, incredible!"

"You are really unlucky!"

"Let's eat Jin Ke La today!"

"Guys, what are you waiting for?"

"Hunting formation, you don't want to miss Uncle Michael's banquet tonight, right?"

Amidst the envy and jealousy of the friends around him, Michael loudly shouted a slang from the industrial town of York, stopped his steam mount, drew out the dagger tied to his thigh, and walked towards the fallen velvet deer with his head held high.

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His companions also moved randomly, riding steam motorcycles to surround the scene to prevent the injured prey from retaliate before death.

Michael held the sword in his right hand and protected his chest. He was also a little afraid of the temporary counterattack of the prey in front of him.

Don't ask him why he can't make up for it. You need to know that in the market of York Industrial Town, if one more eye-catching skin is found, the value of this velvet deer skin will be reduced by 15%.

Although Michael was born into a medium-sized family of factory owners, his parents' wealth is not something that he can now freely control at a young age.

Especially during the three-year admissions season for Camelot National Knights Academy, his pocket money has been squeezed to an extremely tight level by his strict father.

"Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!"

It wasn't until he walked in that he discovered that the inner belly of the fallen velvet deer had bulged, and its four black and white eyeballs were looking at him with pleading eyes, and it was making mournful screams one after another.

No wonder this velvet deer was easily hit by him.

This is a doe!

I don’t know what happened, but the handle that Michael held tightly to the hilt of the sword suddenly became wet with sweat.

Unlike the small prey such as tussock rabbits and banney chickens that he hunted in the past, Michael, who had never killed a large beast before, looked at the moaning velvet deer in front of him and suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Gulu!"

Michael's throat choked up. As a child of an emerging capitalist, he finally made up his mind.

To this day, except for the royal city of Camelot and the provincial capitals of several provinces such as Wales and Scotland, the wilderness at night in most small and medium-sized towns in Camelot is still the same as it was 10 years ago, with bloody predators of beasts and monsters preying on the weak and the strong.

time.

For any citizen of Camelot who has not been promoted to become a formal professional, it is an area full of danger and panic.

Therefore, even if he lets the velvet deer go now, the velvet deer injured by him is destined to not survive the hunting of those large ferocious beasts at night.

Rather than being devoured by those terrifying carnivorous beasts, it is better to end its life now and end its pain!

After thinking for a short time, Michael simply closed his eyes and aimed at the middle of the velvet deer's neck. The extremely thin fighting energy of his middle-level warrior flowed to his right hand, stabbing with fierce wind.

"Boom!"

However, the dull sound of inserting flesh and blood was different from what Michael expected.

A pale white light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the dagger and blocked it, making a crisp sound.