Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Seeing Godric swinging the cuffs of his black robe embroidered with holy platinum in a cool manner, the extremely powerful mental shield quietly opened, turning into a black light at the door of the Magic Council and rushing into the sky. Edwin and Thomas

After Bi waited for others, he put down his right hand that was caressing his chest and stood up straight, which he had been doing before.

"Councillor Toby, just take care of yourself! The decision of the executive councilor cannot be changed!"

Edwin sneered at Toby and said in a low voice. Then, he led the council and the members of the Silver Star Order of his group, slowly walked down the steps of the parliament hall, and walked towards the front of the parliament hall.

Walking towards the entrance of the Rubik's Cube Ring Road in the distance, they could not fly straight into the sky like Godric. That was a privilege only possessed by the Executive Councilors, the policeman "Oluo" of the magical world, and the Ministers of Magic of various countries.

"Boss Toby, are they too arrogant?"

A young formal mage of 17 or 18 years old in pure black robes glared fiercely at Edwin's group in front of him, turned his head and said to Toby.

It is said that the current magic world is indeed somewhat deformed. The older group of old magicians who were previously members of the mysterious sects of various countries have either been sent to various countries as ministers of magic, or they have been pursuing them for decades while studying them in the academy.

While educating the next generation of the magic world on the true magic theory. But now, most of the daily management of the magic world are young people under the age of 30 like Toby and Edwin.

"Forget it! Tom." Toby waved his hand carelessly, turned around and looked at a group of young mages of the Golden Dawn standing behind him. He continued: "Dear Lord Godric?

They’re going to lie to us. It’s a big crisis that threatens the entire human race, so it’s no wonder they’re starting to speed up.”

"But Boss Toby, if you want to speed up, why not speed up the whole Europe and use our power to enforce it..."

A rushing voice sounded from the group of young mages.

"Our power?" Before the voice could finish speaking, Toby had directly interrupted him.

"Everyone, remember, there are 200,000 people in the entire magic world, but there are official black-robed mages, but there are less than 10,000!"

There was a heaviness in his voice.

"Moreover, how many of these 10,000 people can be called a truly qualified official mage?"

"Tom, let's just talk about you, did you pass the qualifying exam for your magic runes?"

After hearing Toby's question, Tom's handsome little face turned red and he said humbly: "Boss, you know, I have been looking at the techniques of using elemental magic and runes recently. I will have plenty of time in the future."

Although in the "Magic World", Edward's private space, with the help of the rich pure magic particles, apprentices like Tom with better magic qualifications have been successful, fast or slow, in the past three years.

After crossing the threshold of breaking through to become a formal mage and condensing a magic pool, most of their subsequent training and research directions chose the more interesting "Elemental Magic Usage Techniques", "New Elemental Magic Creation" and other more flexible practical magic directions.

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"Yes, there is plenty of time." Toby sighed feebly. As the son of the leader of the old Obaro consortium, he has been spiritually cultivated by the upper class since childhood; among the natives of the Marvel world, he was the first to break through to the official level of mage.

1; In the past year, during the period when Salazar broke through the Wizard of the Silver Ring, as the de facto true leader of the "Golden Dawn", he naturally saw further than others.

"A formal mage, if nothing unexpected happens, can live for 250 years, a full two and a half centuries! For us who are only in our 20s at most, there is still a lot of time." He glanced majestically at the black surroundings.

Robes.

"But, what now? The great crisis of mankind is coming. Will they give us more than 200 years?"

"Our power, the power of 10,000 official mages, is indeed very powerful for modern society, as long as Muggles don't use those super weapons."

"But to complete the 'Secularization of Magic' plan, what's the use of strong force? Among the 10,000 black robes, how many mages are actually in subjects such as magic runes and alchemy circles that can accelerate the 'Secularization of Magic' plan?"

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"Except for the older generation who educate the next generation in the academy and engage in diplomacy in the outside world, are there 1,000 qualified people among these 10,000 people?"

"And 'magical secularization' of the whole of Europe? Is 1,000 people enough?"

Toby's repeated questions made the many black-robed people present fall into silence. They were all young people who had broken through the ranks of official mages and whose brains had been strengthened by magic. Their IQs were naturally not low, and they knew about the extremely grand plan they had participated in formulating before (

When Edward released the plan before, he clearly explained that the plan was a fusion of reports from two factions in the wizarding world). Let alone 1,000 people, if it were to be implemented throughout Europe, even 1,000 people might not be enough!

"We can only take it step by step. Just like the famous reform and opening up in that land in the far east, we must first let a country and a part of the European people become strong through 'magic secularization'."

"And now, Britain has chosen the magical world, and the magical world has also chosen Britain!"

In the sky of the magic world, the brilliant golden ball of light at noon exudes an extremely brilliant pale golden light.

Speaking of this, Toby suddenly paused. He thought of the story he heard his grandfather tell him when he was young. The most powerful country in human history, the one that dominated the technology, culture and economy of the entire earth.

Trade, Great Britain, France’s enemy that has dominated the world for more than a century.

Is it about to rise again?

Will the Empire of Great Britain, on which the sun never sets, return from the dust of history, driving steam trains and ships full of magical elements like it did back then?

Shaking his head, Toby put aside his thoughts and saw that the young men in black robes in front of him were silent. He sighed again.

"Let's go, I think next, our 'Golden Dawn' also needs to prepare."

He turned around and walked towards the entrance of the Rubik's Cube Ring Road.

Seeing Toby turn around and leave, the young mages of the "Golden Dawn" looked at me and I looked at you. They hesitated briefly, but they all followed immediately.

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The drizzle of rain falls in this season of autumn leaves.

London, the capital of the United Kingdom, is located in an underground building on a small private farm on the outskirts of the city. It is a stronghold of the most famous British intelligence agency, MI6.

On the third floor of this underground building, a confidential conference room the size of a basketball court was filled with nearly 300 British gentlemen in different costumes.

Among the more than 300 people, there were both men and women. Of course, more than 80% were men.

Among them are the most senior academicians of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, the leaders of the most powerful political parties in the country, and the most prestigious generals in the military. Of course, there are also the indispensable ones who truly control the country.

Most of the property belongs to a dozen ancient nobles and the heads of monopoly conglomerates.

They have different identities, different genders, different knowledge, and the power and influence they represent are completely different. The only thing in common is that they all have pure Anglo-Saxon blood. The above three generations all love Britain deeply.

, a true patriot who fought tooth and nail for Britain's interests even in the first two world wars.

Most of them came to a confidential conference room of this level for the first time. Except for those sitting in the front row who looked calm and confident, family relatives or close friends joined the magic world and became spell casters.

We, and most of the others were almost whispering to each other, carefully inquiring about the inside story of this sudden urgent call from the Queen and the Prime Minister.

"I remember the last time I entered a conference room of this level was during the Cuban Missile Crisis!"

An old man with white hair but a bright face said in a low voice.

"Oh? Dear Dr. Lawrence, have you been here before?"

Sitting next to the old man is the famous British real estate tycoon, Mr. Simon.

His round face at this moment was full of curiosity. As a newly-emerged super-rich man in the past ten years, he did not know as much about the current political situation in the UK before he was developed, as the veteran academician of the British Academy in front of him did.

Hearing their conversation, some of the younger gentlemen around them all focused their attention here.