I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

The sound of the gyrocopter's propeller flapping brought Mycroft back from his daze.

He stared at Char below, wanting to control the gyrocopter to fly down. He pushed down the lever, smoke poured out, and the rotorcraft's nose pointed downwards. But just when he was about to pull up the lever on the other side, he came up empty.

He was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized that he was missing an arm.

He immediately let go of his other hand and tried to adjust his posture quickly, but it was too late.

He was flying at low altitude, and the rotorcraft had already fallen when he just pushed the lever forward. At this moment, he could no longer adjust his attitude.

The gyrocopter suddenly fell forward, and then crashed sideways into the villa.

However, just when Mycroft thought he was dead, the plane suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Mycroft looked around and did not try to control the rotorcraft again.

He knew that the rotorcraft was no longer under his control at this moment.

This is also true. The gyrocopter slowly landed on the ground under the influence of some kind of force, and landed in front of Xia Ya and others.

The moment he landed, Mycroft quickly unbuckled his seat belt, climbed out of the rotorcraft, and walked towards Char.

His broken arm was simply treated, but after a whole day of nerve-wracking thinking and commanding, both his mind and body had actually reached their limits.

His face was very pale, his body was covered in blood, and he was limping when he walked, but even so, he came to Chara.

"Hello." Mycroft said weakly, "I want to talk to you on behalf of Britannia."

"I am not the one who can give you the answer you want." Xia Ya said quietly, "Whether it is the non-magical world or the magical world, I have not interfered for a long time. Therefore, there is no point in you looking for me."

His speaking speed is very gentle, and there is a sense of eloquence, which makes people involuntarily convinced.

Mycroft fell silent, and after a moment he asked, "My name is Mycroft Holmes. Do you know me?"

Xia Ya seemed to know what he wanted to ask. He smiled and continued, "You are a descendant of an old friend of mine, and I have a promise with him."

"What promise?" Mycroft asked.

"I think you already have the answer in your heart." Xia Ya said.

Mycroft opened his eyes slightly and said after a moment of silence.

"My father told us that our wisdom is given by God."

Char's eyelids closed, but she didn't comment on it.

He raised his head and looked at Grace on one side, and said to him, "Give me some marrow fluid."

Grace raised her hand, and some mercury-like semi-fluid flowed out along its fingers.

Xia Ya raised his hand, and the liquid floated in front of him.

An alchemy circle appeared under the liquid, the light dissipated, and a metal arm that was exactly the same as the arm, but exuded a smooth metallic luster, appeared in front of them.

There are mysterious runes on the arm, which looks like a beautiful piece of art.

Char brought his arm to the shoulder where Mycroft lost his arm.

"Be patient, it might hurt a little."

Before Mycroft even reacted, he saw countless tiny threads emitting golden light emerging from the end of the metal arm. Each of these threads was about the size of a nerve, but they could be used because they were larger. See clearly with the naked eye.

These threads seemed to be alive, and flexibly penetrated into Mycroft's fracture. The sudden movement caused the veins on Mycroft's face to pop out instantly, and he subconsciously let out a muffled sound.

This pain is even worse than the pain of a broken arm. The broken arm only lasts for a moment, but the pain is continuous.

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body even began to twitch involuntarily, but he was held down by Xia Ya.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

Char let go of his hand, and Mycroft was half-kneeling on the ground, covering his forehead and breathing heavily. His whole body was soaked with sweat.

But he soon discovered that what was covering his head at the moment was the mechanical arm that Chara had just installed on him.

He tried to control the metal arm and clenched his fist. Although it felt a little different from a real arm, the control was completely the same as a real arm.

Mycroft could swear that if this kind of prosthetic limb were to be released on the market, it would probably fetch a sky-high price.

But now it looks like the person in front of me made it casually with some leftover materials.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the "leftovers" he thought were magic metal called "mithril". In a sense, no conventional weapon on the human side in this era can destroy this arm.

Literally the toughest hand in the world.

"It's better for people to be more complete." Xia Ya said with a smile, "There are some more interesting things on it. You can explore it yourself."

He looked at Mycroft and murmured meaningfully.

"This world will not be peaceful. I wish you good luck, child."

Mycroft came back to his senses. He seemed to want to say something more, but saw Char wave his hand gently.

He, Sissi, Lisa and even the mecha behind him all disappeared.

Mycroft fell into silence, looking at the place where they just disappeared and saying nothing.

He raised his hand, looked at his arm, touched it with his other hand, quietly feeling the metal texture on it, and his thoughts were flowing in his heart.

However, a vibration from one side attracted his attention.

The Sword in the Stone drove into the courtyard along the main street, and stopped behind Mycroft with billowing smoke.

Sherlock and others walked off the warship, as well as his men on the warship.

A person in a suit walked out quickly and came to Mycroft's side.

"Sir, are you okay?"

This person looks very young, probably only about 20 years old. He is a man with black hair and black eyes, but with a high nose, he must be of mixed race.

The largest ethnic groups in Britannia are Celtic and Han, so there are many such mixed races.

Mycroft didn't answer, just looked at the rotorcraft on one side.

He clenched his right hand and punched the metal shell of the gyroplane while the people around him looked at him in astonishment.

With a loud noise, the gyrocopter was blasted some distance away, and a deep pit collapsed in the metal shell.

The people around him opened their eyes slightly, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

You know, although the gyroplane is a light aircraft, it is not something that a human being can punch away.

"Have you become a super human too?" Sherlock came over and teased.

Mycroft came back to his senses and did not answer Sherlock, but just spoke.

"Rob."

"Yes." the adjutant responded.

"Create a secret file, targeting the white-haired mysterious magician who just appeared."

"Yes." Rob said, "What is the level?"

"Special grade." Mycroft turned his head to look at him, an unknown light flashing in his eyes, "Codenamed God."

Rob opened his eyes slightly, not only him, but also the men in black around him.

However, Rob still nodded.

"Yes"