The Holy Right of a Comic

Life is withering in his body, and I am afraid it will not be long before he will meet the arrival of death.

"It's really ugly, and it still failed in the end... This is the price I have to pay after killing my own child with my own hands."

Aleister lay there in a large font, unconsciously recalling the past thirty years of her life.

In 1919, Aleister was hiding in Egypt and began to build the beginning of his own plan, but he didn't expect to meet a stranger in an 'imaginary phase' one day. He guessed that the other party had cracked the Book of Law. Because of the reason he was able to find the imaginary phase he was hiding, he did not hesitate to use his strongest spell that would be able to trigger ten times the power of the big bang when he set the enemy as a 'Demon God'. The opponent kills.

Aleister succeeded, he was the greatest magician in the 20th century who could fight against the devil with a mortal body, Aleister also failed, because what he killed was not the so-called 'enemy', but the Those with his bloodline are called the sons of the family.

At the moment of seeing the other party's true body, whether it is from the inheritance of genes, the flow of blood, or the resonance of magic and soul, Aleister is undoubtedly convinced that it is his child, one of his countless lovers. One, for his children.

At that moment, Aleister was completely mad. He abandoned his reason as a human being, gave up the plan he had just started, left Egypt without hesitation, and stepped back to England, which was extremely dangerous for him. The land, to do his last responsibility as a father, looking for traces of the child he killed by mistake.

He knows what he is about to face, and it will be the pursuit of all magicians in the world. For his 'biggest heresy' who is trying to destroy magic and has the ability to do it, anyone who holds the power of magic No one will ever let him go.

Among these magicians who hunted him down, the Puritans from Yiying were the most mad and desperate. Although Aleister was strong, he was still only a human being. From 1919 until now In 1947, Aleister had been fighting magicians all over the world for 20 years, and just the day before, Aleister, who had run out of oil, was finally assassinated by the British Puritans. The troops seized the opportunity and seriously wounded him in the English countryside.

"...This is really in line with my ending."

Aleister does not have any sadness and despair. All of his despair was filled at the moment when he killed his own child twenty years ago. He clearly knows what his life is like, and that is forever. Facing failures and setbacks, and failures and setbacks, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Aleister.

No matter it is the demon **** who can destroy everything and twist everything, no matter it is the road that is difficult to climb to the sky, no matter what kind of desperate situation it is, it is impossible to defeat this terrifying and powerful man. The only one who can defeat Aleister is his family!

"Crack-"

The door of the straw house in the countryside was pushed open, and Aleister listened to the footsteps coming from outside the house. Before his death, he was so calm, but he was able to joke frivolously: "...who is the lucky one who found it? Me? English Puritanism? Roman Orthodoxy? Russian Orthodoxy? Or some magical society? I guess English Puritanism is more likely."

"...take my head to exchange for a reward. I think my head is still very valuable in this world."

The people who walked in didn't make a sound, as if they wanted to use this oppressive atmosphere to make Aleister feel scared.

Afterwards, Aleister finally saw someone coming—

"frog?"

Aleister looked at an old man with a frog face who appeared in front of him in amazement. He was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and his body was a little bloated, but Aleister had never seen him. The old man seemed to be Not the magicians who hunted him down before.

"How can you call someone a frog as soon as you meet? It's so impolite."

The old man muttered with some dissatisfaction, then came to Aleister and looked at him seriously, "...It's a serious injury. If you are one step later, you will die."

"Who are you?"

Aleister is now as weak as a newborn baby. Facing this old man who could kill him at any time, he did not have much vigilance and just asked calmly.

"who I am?"

The old man whispered, and he turned his head to look at the Severn River not far from the straw house, as if he saw the surging river that used to be a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the land of Humen a hundred years ago that was not afraid of power and life and death. , while reciting poetry and laughing at the friend who burned the opium that pierced the backbone of the nation.

He shook his head and smiled and said, "...I don't need my past name anymore. If you want, call me Netherland Chasing Soul!"

"Netherland chasing the soul?"

What an arrogant name, but Aleister did not laugh.

"Yes, time is running out, you should stop talking, I need to extend your life now."

After all, the old man called Netherland Chasing Soul just squatted down and prepared to start emergency treatment.

"My body has no possibility of being saved, and no magic can heal me."

Aleister continued to speak calmly

Dao, he is very aware of his injury.

"If magic doesn't work, use science!"

Netherland Chasing Soul retorted indifferently.

"science…"

Aleister looked at the old man whom he encountered by chance, and his already dull eyes brightened again.

Of course he doesn't want to die, it's not the fear of death, it's just that he hasn't fulfilled his purpose and fulfilled that wish.

For Aleister, even death is just one of his setbacks, and definitely not the reason for him to give up.

"Do you know who you are saving?"

"I don't care who you are, I only know that you are a patient in urgent need of surgery, and no matter what happens, I will never abandon my patient!"

Netherland Chasing Soul said decisively and sternly.

"What an overly gentle and strange guy..."

Aleister paused and continued: "...I have too many enemies in England, I can't stay here any longer."

"I think about it... Then go to Japan. Japan has just lost the war. That land is just when it needs everything. The environment there will definitely accommodate you."

After thinking about the soul of the underworld, it is to point out a way for Aleister.

Afterwards, with the help and treatment of Soul Chasing in the Underworld, Aleister saved his life and moved to Japan.

In the knowledge of the magic world, Aleister Crowley, the evil and terrible magician, died in the countryside of England on December 1, 1947.

In 1950, Academy City was first built—

…

In the darkness, Roy suddenly opened his eyes.

(4th of month to day of month)

Chapter 1 "Raise the Sword of Rebellion to My Gorgeous Father"

(It is estimated that the update will be slow before the launch, and the speed will be accelerated after the launch.)

Roy didn't want to use the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling to describe the current situation, but Roy had to describe it this way.

Because the place where Roy is now is the bedroom before he crossed over, and Roy himself is still lying on the bed in pajamas, and he suddenly opens his eyes like a person who has just woken up from a big dream.

"Dream?"

Roy sat up from the bed with his body supported and covered his head with his hands. The more than ten years of life in London, England in the early 20th century were too clear. If this was a dream, then this dream was too long. more real.

"wrong."

Soon Roy noticed something was wrong. He first looked at his hand. That hand was a little too fair. It was completely different from him before the crossing. The pajamas on his body also looked much smaller because before the crossing. Roy is not that tall.