Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Heavy rain accompanied by strong winds poured down from the sky.

"Long!"

Several rays of thunder enveloped the suburban night, and lightning flashed freely through the dark clouds.

"Rafield, you coward!"

A stout white man wearing a black leather jacket covered with steel nails, with his arms and arms covered with crows, skulls, bats and other messy tattoos, shouted loudly in the rain.

"Where are you going?"

The rough and arrogant Harley-Davidson motorcycle with a heavy industrial style was driving rapidly on the empty suburban road at this time.

Raffield, a handsome young man wearing a motorcycle helmet, was wearing an ordinary casual jacket. In his arms, he held tightly the book with many strange patterns that he found in the warehouse.

"Edwin!" Raffield's voice contained some abnormal excitement.

"Do you still remember the Silver Star Club that your grandpa and my grandpa told us when we were kids?"

"hiss!"

This is the sound of Harley motorcycle tires rubbing against the road surface under the owner's rapid braking.

Edwin, a white man with tattoos, stopped the car, turned his head, and wiped the rain off his face with his right hand.

"What's wrong with you!"

Adel shouted loudly, there is nothing we can do, the rain noise is getting louder and louder now.

"Didn't you already quit our band a long time ago?"

"Didn't you give up on Mystery and Lucifer?"

He and Raffield have been friends since childhood. The band he is talking about is an underground death heavy metal band that he and Raffield established in the local area three years ago.

During those days, despising Christ, worshiping Lucifer, Satan, drugs and promiscuity were all they had in their lives besides music.

Only a year ago, after Raffield was admitted to an Ivy League college, he decided to change his mind and quit the band.

Raffield took off the helmet on his head and let the rain fall from his hair.

"No!" he yelled too.

"The reason why I quit is because I see no hope!"

"How many methods did we use?"

"How many mysterious and evil rituals were arranged?"

"But what's the use?!"

"Those are all liars!"

Edwin was stunned by the angry and negative tone. The reason why he and Rafaelde were able to play together since childhood was because when they were growing up, they were both influenced by family elders who had anti-Christian beliefs, and they were very happy together.

common language.

Edwin recalled the scenes of mysterious rituals that they used to search for rabbit corpses, bat blood, etc. in the past.

It took a lot of effort, but none of the rituals had the mysterious power written in its introduction.

Raffield continued at this time.

"Do you remember what I said before, the 'beast of the apocalypse' that my grandfather once followed?"

"The Beast of 666—Aleister Crowley?"

How could Adel not know about this famous figure? Almost everyone who knows something about modern mysticism knows about the man who is said to have had the secret of the swastika stolen by the Führer.

Adel nodded blankly.

"It's him. I found the burial place of his ashes among my grandfather's belongings!"

What! Adel's face changed drastically. But he quickly calmed down. In their circle of underground occult enthusiasts, there was indeed a rumor that after Aleister Crowley died, he had instructed his most recent

Loyal followers send information about their ashes to the United States after death.

Edwin, who was shocked by this shocking news, had a ferocious look on his face, and he held Raffield's shoulders tightly, with veins even appearing on his arms.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Raphaeld!!!!"

For this mysterious scholar who is rated as the most evil and terrifying in modern times, the mysterious and evil leader of Luciferianism.

For him, who worships death heavy metal and occultism, he is a saint-like existence in his mind!

I saw the excitement of my friend in front of me.

Raffield calmed down, but with a hint of gloom in his mouth, he leaned over and said.

"Let's go! We'll talk about it when we get there!"

Raffield's cold tone instantly poured cold water on Edwin's hot and excited mood. He looked at Raffield's gloomy eyes, and for some reason, a chill came to his heart. ······

They hit the road again and arrived at their destination in just ten minutes.

A dilapidated wilderness chapel stood beside a straight suburban main road. The entire style seemed out of place in contrast to the surrounding environment.

"This is it."

Raffield felt his heart beating violently.

At this time, Raffield's skin had become as pale as limestone.

"Let's go!"

There was indescribable enthusiasm in Raffield's voice.

Seeing Raphaeld in front of him, who seemed to be exuding an ominous black aura, Edwin hesitated for a moment, but still followed him.

Inside the church, there are inverted crosses everywhere, and the walls are covered with various murals of black masses.

"Hahaha!"

Standing in the church hall, I see this in front of me. There is a black walnut coffin with a reverse cross and a snake urn on the top.

Raffield suddenly laughed crazily and said.

"This is it! The place recorded in the remaining pages of the "Book of Laws" among the relics."

In fact, when he first saw the weird church next to the main road in the suburbs, Edwin's legs were already starting to tremble. Using a metaphor from the celestial plane, Edwin is a typical "Ye Gong loves dragons"! He worships evil mysticism. He really saw the weird and supernatural scene in front of him, and endless fear surged into his heart. His performance was even worse than that of ordinary people. The more he knew, the more vulnerable he would be when faced with supernatural beings.

He stared blankly at Raffield, who kept taking out toad carcasses, bat teeth, and a boning knife from the package he carried with him. He turned his back to him and let out a crazy laugh.

"You, what on earth did you do?"

He wanted to rush forward and stop everything Raffield was about to do, but his body was unable to move due to intense fear.

"Me? Haha."

Raffield turned around, and at this time the pupils in his eyes had completely turned into decayed green.

With a weird smile and a sharp boning knife, he slowly walked up to Edwin.

"For the resurrection of the leader of the cult, as a loyal underground occultist, you should be prepared to be sacrificed, right?"

Under Rafield's corrupt gaze, Edwin's facial expression slowly changed from pure fear to a hint of strange piety and holiness.

"Are you ready?" Raffield's strangely gentle voice sounded, and the temptation and evil mental fluctuations spread violently around.

At this time, Edwin, who had been brainwashed by the evil spiritual fluctuations emitted by Rafield, did not answer directly. Instead, he knelt on the ground piously, closed his eyes, and sang the evil hymn of the Silver Star Society during World War II.

"Oh, my father, Lucifer!

Madness and corruption surround you.

Intellectual rebellion follows you.

The power of revenge, the blood of freedom.

I sincerely salute you!

Let me sacrifice my sins to you

To the most fanatical belief in time!

···”

Seeing this scene in front of him, Raffield nodded with satisfaction.

With his right hand, he raised a sharp boning knife...

"boom!"

In the dark clouds outside, one thunder after another kept exploding.

In the church, with the rhythm of thunder and explosions, pieces of blood spattered on the walnut coffin.

The urn on top of the coffin exudes a bloody light...

Just half a month after the church body mutilation case that shocked the entire state of Florida occurred.

In an underground bar in an urban area of ​​east London.

Gray turbid smoke and colorful laser lights made this dark basement noisy.

On several miniature stages in front, enchanting bodies in iron cages were shaking constantly.

In the confusing dark heavy metal music, the rhythm of the drum set is deafening.

An old man who looked like a priest, wearing a pure black priest's uniform with a gold-rimmed hood, was sitting in a booth in the corner, quietly sipping a glass of Bloody Mary in front of him.

After a while, a young man wearing the same style as the old priest, but without the gold rim, passed through countless men and women twisting their bodies wildly on the dance floor and came to the side of the old priest.

"Dear Leader Crowley, the local believers have been devoutly waiting for your reception."

The old priest stood up.

"Let's go! Raphaeld, if they are pious enough, I will baptize them myself."

He paused, as if he was thinking of some time, and then ordered.

"Now that the power of Christ outside has become stronger again, it's better not to use the name Aleister Crowley!"

"You can call me Rasmussen Anderson from now on!"

After saying that, he walked forward slowly.

On the pure black priest's uniform, the reverse cross icon and the goat emblem on the chest exuded a blasphemous green light in this chaotic space.

··········

Oxford University, which has been around for 9 centuries, is the second oldest existing university on earth in the Marvel movie world.

Oxford University Central Library.

A beautiful girl with a bunch of erect golden hair on her head, staring blankly at an ancient Latin book in front of her.

"Artoria, what are you looking at?"

A woman with the same gorgeous blond hair, but with a taller and more voluptuous figure sat elegantly next to the dull-haired girl.

He used his slender shoulders to support the dazed girl next to him.

The cute girl turned her head in shock and breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw the tall woman next to her.

"Sister Helga, look what I found!"

She pushed the book down in front of Helga.

On the cover of pure kraft paper, the three Latin words "The Sword in the Stone" appeared in front of Helga... (Occasionally, I still ask for recommendation votes, collect them, give rewards, etc., especially recommendation votes, it feels like

So few, thank you all in advance.)