The Strongest Deduction In Comprehensive Comics

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gLondon, Country

The city that first carried out the industrial revolution is now shrouded in gray smog. The 'revenge' from nature has been patronizing this city all the year round, causing the climate here to change, like a moody little girl.

And in the thick fog, a horse-drawn carriage, quickly shuttled through the streets, gathered from all directions, and rushed towards the outskirts of London.

"Hey, can you drive!!" A passer-by who was almost hit by the car yelled angrily at the speeding carriage.

Seeing this, the old man on the side hurriedly grabbed the clothes of the passerby to persuade him. "Be quiet, didn't you see the family crest on that carriage just now?"

The passerby's face changed slightly. The family crest is only owned by those aristocratic families left over from the last century in London. The passers-by who understood this pouted and cursed "May 20" in a low voice. "Hmph, it's a new century, and it's still so rampant, sooner or later, it will be eliminated by the world!"

The terminal where many carriages converge.

In the conference hall of the Clock Tower, people are surging at this moment.

After chatting with a familiar magician, the young man named Weber Velvet wiped away the sweat from the heat and looked at the crowd in front of him. "Has this exaggerated number gathered all the magicians all over the world?"

Standing beside him is his mentor, Kenneth Archipelud.

At this moment, Kenneth tidied up, the beloved 'forgiveness hat' on his head, and always kept a noble smile on his face. Due to the long time, his face was a little stiff.

He heard his disciple's doubts and explained.

"There seems to be something big happening in that small place in the extreme east, and then a bunch of magicians of the older generation, even the third generation of magicians, left the magic workshop. Therefore, almost all the people present here are the first-class background of the clock tower. exist.

After speaking, Kenneth squeezed his throat and said in a serious tone. "I'll take you to meet the previous lords of various disciplines later, and lay the foundation for you to inherit El-Mello..."

Kenneth blinked, looking at the empty body with a dazed expression.

What about Weber????

Over London, a deafening roar continued to explode.

"What are you doing!!!" Webber, who was caught by his neck and drifted away in the wind, said with a horrified expression as he grabbed the big hand that was holding his neck.

Even though he couldn't see the ground because of the fog, he also knew clearly that he was hundreds of meters in the air.

Mamma Mia, he is afraid of heights!!!!

"Hahahaha, my minister, this king will take you to the extreme east to see the big scene!!!"

The heroic laughter suddenly spread, and the sound wave even shook the surrounding fog. Known as the King of Conquest, the strong red-haired man named Iskandar rode the divine wheel pulled by the divine bull and moved towards the east. go ahead.

Webber stayed for a moment, then said frantically. "You guy, shouldn't you fight yourself to the extreme east?!!!"

"Hahaha, it's rare to have the magical support of restraint, so of course you need to travel around the world by car." Iskandar-\ smiled proudly.

"World, here I am, I conquer.

"Ah Qiu, it's so cold in the sky, at least let me bring a quilt!!!"

Kenneth can't take care of the mysterious missing Webber, because the protagonist of this meeting has come to the scene.

The brown ponytail is swayed behind him, as if full of life, the waist of the pen collar reveals an indescribable arrogance, dressed in a strong white dress with a girl's slashed face, she looks full of heroic spirit. .

The girl, who was like a noble lord who had been in the army for a lifetime in ancient times, took firm steps and entered the venue from the main entrance of the hall.

"Your Excellency Bathmelo!" XN

Old, young, mature, and severe, magicians from all over the world paid tribute to the queen who reigned at the clock tower.

Lorelei, who walked to the center of the hall, stood still, like a blade, her incomparably sharp gaze slashed the faces of all the magicians present.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the chatter and whispering disappeared under the sharp gaze.

"I won't say anything more." The cold female voice rang softly, although the voice was soft, but the warm breeze brought the words to everyone's ears.

"A secret report from the Tokyo Metropolitan Association Branch, almost all of the human beings in Tokyo have been converted into dead apostles.

The voice came out suddenly, and all the people gasped in unison.

"hiss--""

"Tokyo, the capital of that country in the extreme east? 35

"That city with a population of over 15 million? All turned into dead apostles?

"This joke is not funny at all, the number of dead disciples in the world may not reach 1 million, and now you tell me that it has skyrocketed 15 times?"

Even the majesty of the Barthémello family couldn't hold back the magicians below. After all, the news really horrified these magicians.  …

The dead disciples are not Chinese cabbage, even if they have racial defects such as being able to live at night, and having to use blood to maintain their bodies, they are far stronger than humans.

Among the seven ranks of the clock tower, only the third or higher magician can deal with a low-level dead disciple, and he must also be a magician who is inclined to study the knowledge of force.

Therefore, the 15 million dead disciples can basically destroy the grassroots of the clock tower, and even if the high-end combat power is not available, they can even be pushed horizontally dozens of times.

But, now, they had to confront those dead apostles again.

The magicians who maintain mysticism are well aware that once the existence of the Dead Apostles is exposed, the words of the mysterious outsiders. The "mysterious" power originally divided by less than 2 million magicians will be shared with 6 billion people.

No magician allows his magic power to be weakened by 3000 times. That kind of magic is almost no different from a trick. A magician who is high above does not allow himself to be reduced to a clown who buys acrobatics.

So, the only thing left is to fight to the end.

After figuring this out, almost all the magicians stopped their voices and looked at Lorelei with a very serious expression.

"Issued a world announcement, the Magician's Association belonged: all the magicians on the military side above the fourth rank gather, and all magicians on the fifth rank and above gather..."

Lorelei hesitated for a moment, then said the meeting point with a cold gaze.

"Meeting place: Vatican!!!"

After finishing speaking, Lorelei turned around and left the hall, and the notification had been released. As the head of the Bathermelo family, she had too many things to deal with.

A white-haired magician muttered absentmindedly. "Vatican? Magician and Church all in one? I hope this is just a joke. 99

After dozens of minutes, the two major war machines in the dark world began to run at full speed.