Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

U.S. military base in Iraq.

The strong wind swept the yellow sand and roared across the sky.

"You two!" A stout white American lieutenant scolded the two men in front of them with their heads draped and sweating profusely in a stern voice.

"If I hadn't helped you suppress this matter, your lagging behind would have affected this crucial mission!"

Looking at the two people still holding their heads in front of him, the white lieutenant's anger surged up in his chest.

"Sergeant Cassio, Sergeant Walter!"

"Stand at attention, stand still!"

A stern voice shouted loudly.

"Yes! Sir!"

Casiso and Walter, dressed in straight American military uniforms, raised their heads and chests, and responded earnestly.

They had just done a hundred push-ups non-stop in this deserted sand training field under the scorching sun, and the sweat was dripping down drop by drop.

It's not that they were tired and sweaty. For two high-level warriors who already had fighting spirit, they would be able to do five hundred push-ups, not to mention one hundred, without even taking a breath.

But for the two people who have absorbed the knowledge passed down to them by the Lord God, they naturally know that if they don't shed some sweat in this situation, then the countless research institutions in the United States will be full of malice in the days to come.

What are they doing!

They themselves were forced to sweat all over with their own fighting spirit, which they were not very skilled at using.

"Well! This looks a bit like a bald eagle soldier!"

The white lieutenant nodded with satisfaction.

"Then, submit to me a paper action report of the two of you last night."

"Although I know that the radio GPRS on your body has recorded relevant data about your encounter with sandstorms and the loss of large groups."

His voice became stern again.

"But, as a soldier, why are you the only ones left behind when no one else is left behind?"

"Writing a report of more than 500 words by hand is a punishment for falling behind!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Cassiso and Walter shouted again.

"Then, disband!"

With the white lieutenant's answer.

"Crack!"

The two put their feet together, a standard American military salute.

Wait until the white lieutenant goes away.

Cassiso was like a noodle, suddenly soft and falling to the ground.

He held Walter's thigh.

"500 words, oh my god!"

The thick arms shook vigorously.

Cassiso's "Mastiff Wolf" Dewey family has always been good at head-on combat, but what about handwritten reports? Although he now has some written knowledge passed down to him by the Lord God, he can only say, hahaha!

"Okay! Stop shaking!"

Walter looked pained and helpless.

"I'll just write it for you!"

Walter's "Hound" Jonah family is responsible for the secret intelligence of the Hufflepuff Territory. For him who often comes into contact with intelligence, some literary work cannot be difficult for him.

"Walter!"

When Cassiso heard that Walter was also writing for him, his waist became weak and his legs became weak.

A carp stiffened and jumped up.

Clinging to Walter's shoulders, stars appeared in his eyes.

"You are indeed my good brother!"

"Hahaha!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

See Cassiso's triumphant look.

Walter squeezed out only one word through his teeth.

"roll!"

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The other side.

"Hey! That boy over there!"

A gurgling voice came.

"Are you calling me?"

At this time, three people wearing red-collared suit-style school uniforms were walking side by side on a secluded garden path at St. Mary's Secondary School in Ireland, and stopped when they heard shouts from behind.

Salazar turned around. He was now wearing a pair of oval black-rimmed glasses, and his thin body made him look soft and frail.

The other two people, the red-haired boy Godric and the black-haired girl Rowena, also looked here. Their decent school uniforms gave them a youthful atmosphere.

Behind the three of them, five young men who looked like delinquents at first glance were stunned when they saw Rowena turning around.

Under the slightly raised eyelashes, the big watery eyes, the shiny black hair, the exquisite figure, the whole person exudes a youthful and charming charm.

"You guys are new here, right?"

The leading brown-haired boy said fiercely.

"I don't know, do new weaklings need to pay protection fees? Humph!"

What a classic plot of a school bully. If Edward saw it, he would definitely wonder why this is not Hong Kong or Japan, and how could such a situation happen in Ireland.

However, in fact, school violence exists in any country and is difficult to prohibit, and the British Empire is no exception.

The brown-haired boy looked at Rowena and said lustfully.

"If you can accompany us to have fun, you three won't have to pay the protection fee!"

"Isn't that right, brothers?"

The younger brother following behind him shouted.

"Haha, the boss is right!"

"Support the boss!"

"Upstairs!" (Why do I feel like something weird has sneaked in?)

snort!

Salazar was born into a noble family and cared very much about his dignity and glory.

He was already angry when he heard someone calling him a weakling. When he saw that these people were teasing Rowena, he exploded instantly.

He walked quickly to the brown-haired boy.

"Who are you calling a weakling?"

he asked sharply.

The brown-haired boy looked Salazar up and down and laughed.

"You look as skinny as a monkey."

"Anyone who looks like this is not a weakling. Who is?"

"Isn't that right, brothers!"

The younger brothers booed again and laughed together.

"Haha, the boss is right!"

"Support the boss! You are a monkey."

"Upstairs!"

Salazar's face turned red with anger and he pointed at the brown-haired boy.

"Crack!"

The brown-haired boy stepped forward fiercely and pushed Salazar's thin chest with both hands.

"You can point me to me?"

When Salazar didn't pay attention, the civilian in their eyes was instantly pushed to the ground.

The red-haired boy Godric and the black-haired girl Rowena were stunned by the scene in front of them.

He quickly ran forward and helped Salazar up.

Salazar's voice became shriller than usual, like a king cobra screaming crazily.

"Damn Muggles (a derogatory term for people who don't know magic, from "Harry Potter"), I want your life to be worse than death!"

From Salazar's cuff, a black wand quickly slid out and was held in his palm. At the front end of the wand, dark red fire elements quickly gathered.

"No, Salazar, don't forget what Sister Helga said! We can't use magic in public yet!"

Rowena quickly stopped him from the side.

"You have to know that most of our future apprentices are as old as these middle school students."

"We were placed in a middle school like this by Lord Edward to get familiar with what the professor's apprentices will be like in the future."

Salazar paused hesitantly, and the dark red fire element on the wand slowed down its gathering speed.

"But, I can't swallow this breath!"

Salazar said angrily.

"I'll help you vent your anger! Salazar."

At some point, the red-haired boy Godric, already holding a wooden stick in one hand, returned confidently.

He raised the wooden stick in front of his chest and made the initial gesture of a one-handed sword.

Then he quickly rushed towards the five bad boys in front of him.

"Yo! Yo! Yo!"

Seeing the red-haired Godric rushing this way, the brown-haired leader shouted arrogantly again.

"You actually dare to come here to die and see if I don't beat you to death..."

Before he could finish speaking, the wooden stick in Godric's hand accelerated and struck him on the chin.

He was knocked upwards and fell backward into the flower bed behind him.

Godric is like a wolf charging into a herd of sheep.

After three strikes, five divided by two, the five delinquents fell to the ground, squirting non-stop.

Godric put the wooden stick on his shoulder, turned around gracefully, grinned, and showed a bright and proud smile.

The sunlight reflected on his snow-white teeth, shining brightly.

Salazar stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

"Bang!" The wand in his hand slipped directly to the ground, making a crisp collision sound.

Although he had seen Godric make all his wands into the shape of a sword before, he had thought it was just a personal hobby.

"Well, what a strong one-handed, one-handed swordsmanship!"

I didn't expect Godric to be so good at melee combat. Salazar was so surprised that he couldn't even speak coherently.

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Mainland United States, Florida.

This is?

Raffield, a young man with long red hair, looked at the ground. When he was sorting out his grandfather's belongings, a piece of yellowed paper slipped out from a book with strange images on it.

The mysterious symbol "A&A" in the six-pointed star appeared on the front of the yellowed paper, and the strange scratches flashed with a mysterious glow.

This is the "Beast of Apocalypse", the emblem of the Silver Star Occult Organization founded by Aleister Crowley, the most famous evil occultist in Europe during World War II in the Marvel world. (I didn't make this up.

, there is indeed such a person, if you are curious, you can check it out.)

When Rafield was young, he heard his father say that his grandfather was a follower of Aleister Crowley when he was young.

With a trace of curiosity, he patted the dust on his hands and picked up the paper with the "A&A" symbol on the ground...