Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Under the colorful stained glass windows, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the printed patterns of the Virgin Mary, illuminating the Henry VII Chapel located between the temple, corridors and bell towers with brilliance.

The fan-shaped dome roof of the chapel is decorated with colorful flags with patterns of knightly orders in the Middle Ages. The ribs of the arches in the church are densely decorated and carefully crafted, and there are many funnel-shaped floral decorations hanging from the vaults. They are extremely exquisite and make this building in London

In the bustling area of ​​the city, the most famous Gothic cathedral in the UK, Westminster Abbey, looks like a fairy tale wonderland.

At this time, the chapel was as peaceful and peaceful as usual, as if all the disputes in the outside world would be forgotten here.

An old man wearing a dark red robe of the Archbishop of Canterbury knelt devoutly on the cushion in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, as white as jade.

A cross Bible with a pale gold cover was placed beside him.

"Crack!"

The gorgeous door full of rose patterns in Henry VII's prayer room slowly opened with the sound of ancient screws turning.

A figure wearing a gorgeous floor-length dress appeared at the door.

"Your Majesty, you are here."

The ninety-seventh Archbishop of Canterbury, Bishop Albert of the Anglican Communion, stood up.

Although this body has become very old with the passage of time, no one can deny the huge power behind this old man who has been in charge of the British religious community for more than 20 years.

"Holiness, long time no see." Looking at the kind old man who often appeared in the beautiful memories of her childhood, Queen Anne II's eyes were a little hazy.

But soon, she came to her senses and looked at the old man in front of her firmly.

She knew that after the secular will of the British political and business circles was highly unified, the last obstacle to the magic of England was the spiritual leader of the British Protestant Church and the Anglican Church.

The old man took the light golden Bible next to him in his hand and turned around slowly.

Smiling, he looked at the girl in front of him who was much more mature than before.

When she saw the six-pointed star mark of the Magic Council on Anne's collar, her dim eyes suddenly became sharp.

"So, are they back? Your Majesty, have you joined them?"

The old man's deep voice sounded, but his question made Anne stunned.

But he immediately came back to his senses. Even some ancient nobles in Britain could leave behind books that vaguely recorded the legends of the "magic world". There was no reason that the church with a stronger foundation would lack those records.

After hesitating for a while, Annie finally spoke sincerely.

"Yes."

"They are back, Holy See."

"But this time, they want to merge with the world."

"Because." Annie stared into the old man's eyes. "A huge disaster is coming."

"And our Lord can no longer guarantee our safety!"

Anne's words made the old man's dim eyes become sharper, and a strong spiritual power overflowed from this old body, instantly covering the entire chapel.

"Annie, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Even though the Lord is no longer on the earth, the world we live in cannot be easily found by outsiders!"

"Are these the excuses of those mystics?"

The old man's deep voice became thicker and richer.

Of course, this mental power that can make ordinary people dizzy has no effect on our mid-level official mage Queen Anne.

Anne's expression did not change at all. She did not want to irritate this old man whom she respected, but sometimes things in the world are so helpless.

"Maybe it can't be found from the outside, but what if it's from the inside?"

Her soft words, accompanied by the powerful mental power after the transformation of mental power, soared from the girl's body, easily tearing apart the mental network that enveloped the chapel.

This finally made the old man completely change his expression.

After this unparalleled power of thought tore through the mental network, it easily imprisoned the old man's body.

At the same time, in the girl's right hand, an exquisite wand made of yew suddenly appeared, and it touched the old man's eyebrows lightly.

A long stream of information flowed into the old man's eyebrows as the girl cast the spell.

In an instant, the Archbishop of Canterbury in this life frowned tightly, and several veins suddenly protruded on his old hands holding the Bible.

Fortunately, it went as quickly as it came. When the old man opened his eyes again, the power of thought that had imprisoned him had quietly disappeared.

The old man was not as excited as he was at first, but remained silent and his frown did not relax at all, as if he was thinking about something.

Annie was not in a hurry and stood patiently in front of the old man and waited quietly.

After a while, the old man finally raised his head and his voice became hoarse.

"Okay! Your Majesty." He added the honorific title again. "I will support you and their plan."

After hearing the old man's softer tone, Annie's face finally became brighter.

She stepped forward and kissed the old man's cheek gently.

"I knew you would support me, my godfather."

Bishop Albert looked at the girl in front of him with a wry smile, shook his head helplessly, looked at Anne with doting eyes, and said kindly.

"Go, my Majesty, the future of the British Empire depends on you."

The old man let go of Annie's hands.

Anne nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the door of the chapel.

"Those damn bald eagle cowboys can't live a good life, what kind of time and space are they creating..."

The old man's complaint came from behind, causing Her Majesty the Queen, who was about to close the door of the prayer room, to curl up the corner of her mouth into a slight smile...

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"Agent Hill, I guess you have some bad news to tell me again, right?"

The one-eyed black uncle Ferry looked distressedly at the energetic female subordinate who walked into his office. In the days since the Anglican Bishop announced that Queen Anne's throne was legal, the European Union countries in the old continent had rarely started to make moves.

, some are even blatantly connected with each other.

As the top officer of S.H.I.E.L.D., Ferry can even vaguely feel that there seems to be a mysterious giant hand controlling everything hidden behind the entire Old Continent of Obaro.

"oh?"

Agent Hill smoothed the smooth hair in front of his forehead, revealing a trace of intellectual charm inadvertently.

She smiled slightly and handed a stack of paper information to Ferry.

"I wonder if our headquarters is almost completed. Is this good news? Sir."

Ferry took the document from Hill and looked at the colorful panoramic image above.

Four extremely huge giant turbine engines are evenly distributed on both sides of a domineering aircraft carrier. Around the bridge on the deck, various cutting-edge American experimental-grade military weapons are densely covered in the armor.

"Then Agent Hill, tell me, when will it be officially completed?"

Hill smiled slightly.

"It only takes two short months, sir!"

Ferry nodded with satisfaction, and looked down at the ship in the picture again, which was designed by Reed Richardson and was known as the most advanced weapon in the United States, no, in all mankind. He suddenly felt confident in his heart.

It seems that some of the worries I had some time ago can be put aside appropriately...

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"The most sophisticated weapon?"

Our fat Master Reed shook the silver-rimmed black magic cannon cuff with disdain, and dropped the intelligence drawing of the "SHIELD Space Carrier" in his hand with a "pop!"

He closed his eyes slightly. As someone who came from the "Magic Alchemy Department" of the Magic Council, he knew for a long time that as early as two years ago, the Council had already asked the "Magic Alchemy Department" to design a half-kilometer long

The ferocious beast.

It's just that since he was transferred to the British Ministry of Magic, there has been no news there.

"A bunch of Muggles sitting in a well and looking at the sky! Humph!"

After a while, Reed patted the bulging belly of the magic cannon and muttered.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Come in!"

"Minister Reed, the 'Queen Anne I' space destroyer jointly built by the Magic Council's Magical Alchemy Department and the United Kingdom has been officially completed."

"Prime Minister Cameron invites you to attend the boarding ceremony."

Seeing the anxious and uneasy gray-robed apprentice in front of him, Reed was shocked.

But on the surface, his expression remained unchanged and he just nodded seriously.

"Tell Mr. Cameron for me that I will attend on time."

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