[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

"What now? Will we be tied up and bled?"

After making sure that his beloved Amy would never be involved in this trouble, Roy finally began to worry about his safety.

Even though Matthew has repeatedly stated that the rope binding his hands is a magical item and cannot be untied by ordinary methods, Roy still squats beside Matthew and tries tirelessly, hoping to escape this eerie and dangerous Tower of London full of ghost legends with Matthew.

"Let's try again! Maybe there's a way to untie the rope?"

"Thank you, but..."

"I believe there must be a way!"

Roy is optimistic by nature, even though he has failed dozens of times, he still has high morale.

Seeing the simple and enthusiastic Roy, Matthew's mood brightened involuntarily.

He asked Roy back: "Why do you like Amy?"

"Why do you ask this question? Do you need a reason to like Amy?"

Roy doesn't understand...

"Well, I admit that Amy and I don't look like a good match. She is beautiful, cheerful and fashionable, while I am quiet, conservative and ordinary-looking... But that doesn't mean I need a reason to like her, does it?"

"Yes."

"So why are you asking such a strange question?"

"because--"

Matthew sighed, and said leisurely: "If Amy hadn't insisted on staying in London, England in the nineteenth century in the parallel world for an extra hour, you wouldn't have been arrested, and you wouldn't have faced the current death threat."

"You think Amy is responsible for all the misery we're facing right now?"

"It's hard not to associate it that way."

"But what does it have to do with Amy! Amy is not a prophet, how would she know that staying in London, England, in the parallel world in the nineteenth century for an extra hour might cause so much trouble?

Ordinary people who have the opportunity to go to the parallel world of nineteenth-century London in England would want to spend as many hours as possible, wouldn't they?This is a once in a lifetime trip! "

Facing Matthew's accusation, Roy defended Amy without hesitation.

No matter when, no matter what happens, his love for Amy will not change, let alone blame Amy for it.

"You are really infatuated..."

Matthew sighs...

Roy smiled and said: "Don't look at me as ordinary, but in another universe, I am the Roman centurion who guarded the Pandora's box for 2000 years. You have heard the story of the Roman centurion and Pandora's box." ?"

"No."

"Then let me tell you..."

Thinking of Amy, Roy smiled again, and then began to talk about his lonely, long but sweet past as a Roman centurion in another universe to protect Amy who was trapped in Pandora's Box for 2000 years.

……

"In this way, for 2000 years, the Roman centurion kept his promise to protect his beloved girl forever."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the cell, and Roy finally finished telling the story of the Roman centurion and Pandora's box.

Matthew looked at Roy, who was still infatuated after 2000 years of waiting, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings: "For 2000 years, you really haven't regretted a moment?"

"No..." Roy said, "I can't regret it, Amy is waiting for me, she needs me."

"All right……"

Matthew, who never knew such pure and strong unrequited love in the world, is sure that he may never understand Roy's love for Amy.

At this time, the jailer came to deliver the food.

Five slices of thick and fragrant white bread with nuts, two bowls of bacon and mushroom cream soup.

Standard cut-off meal.

Roy didn't care about that.

Honestly, he brought the dinner to Matthew: "Shall I feed you?"

"Need not."

"But without eating—"

"Eating is not necessary for us."

"us?"

Roy was stunned, and then found a rabbit-headed gnome about 1.4 meters tall, dressed like a Shakespeare clown, and holding a blood-stained axe, standing in a dark corner of the cell.

"he is……"

"The Dark Magic family has never lacked life-saving means."

Matthew smiled mysteriously, hooked his hands behind his back lightly twice, and a giant magic wolf with a shoulder height of nearly one meter came out from another corner of the cell.

"This--"

Roy was so surprised that he almost knocked over the creamy soup in his hand.

wow - wow -

Outside the stone window, the Tower of London ravens, closely linked to the fate of the United Kingdom, roared hoarsely and mournfully.

The ghosts of the Tower of London, headed by Queen Anne, emerged in the cell one by one, and saluted Matthew who was in charge of everything in turn.

[Please forgive our negligence——]

"It's okay..."

Matthew nodded, and said to the stunned Roy: "Choosing me as a sacrifice is the worst decision they have ever made, not one of them."

……

"This girl could be a candidate for a sacrifice, if Charlie and his werewolves don't find a more suitable sacrifice before the ceremony begins."

In the dungeon, after inspecting dozens of virgin girls under the age of 15 captured by Marquis Charles, the dark version of Strange finally selected a girl who looked exactly like Christine.

He was going to bring Christine back to life in the girl.

Of course, the tool man Charles is not worthy of knowing these truths.

"That's it..." the dark version of Strange said, "Take her away and deal with the rest."

"Yes……"

The Marquis Charles replied respectfully.

Then, the magician raised his hand, and the iron chains of the cage snapped.

girl looks up...

Not knowing that she was about to encounter a fate worse than death, she looked at the tall and thin magician in surprise: "Sir, are you here to take me home?"

"Yes."

"How about them?"

The girl looked pitifully at the other imprisoned girls.

"I'm only responsible for taking you away."

Following these words, the girl suddenly felt dizzy in her head.

Lost in self-awareness, she held the magician's hand like a puppet, and followed him out of the dark dungeon.

She will never care about other imprisoned girls anymore, because she is not herself anymore.

the other side--

Thirty hours before the dark ceremony, Earl Charlie and his werewolf servants still failed to find the third sacrifice that met the conditions of purity and innocence.

"Master, what should we do now?"

the werewolf manservant asked his master anxiously.

Earl Charles remembered the Duke's advice and decided——

"To Westminster Abbey."

"Master, you..."

"If we can't find a more suitable substitute, we can only take the risk of kidnapping His Highness the Duke of Augustus..." Earl Charlie said, "In fact, the Duke of Sussex and many members of the royal family have been secretly praying that Augustus Duke Stas disappeared out of thin air."

"But can we catch the Duke of Augustus by going to Westminster Abbey? If the Duke is indeed a strange and dark existence that His Highness the Mage cannot understand."

The werewolf valet worries about self-defeating and causing trouble.

However, by now, Earl Charlie had nowhere to go.

He told his werewolf valet: "We have no choice!"

……

Earl Charlie and the werewolf servant were going to try their luck at Westminster Abbey, and the doctor decided to go to Westminster Abbey after concatenating all the known information.

"Before the official action, we must go to Westminster Abbey and say hello to a big man."

"Queen?"

Jenny looked at the doctor in confusion.

She believed the Doctor could do almost anything, but—

"It was not difficult for me to meet the Queen. In fact, it was Matthew's order to go to Westminster Abbey to meet another big man."

The doctor smiled confidently, unlocked the space and time locks of the TARDIS, and teleported to the solemn Westminster Abbey.

"Wow, Westminster Abbey, here I come again."

The doctor walked out of the Tardis almost happily, and walked towards the front hall of Westminster Abbey, where great figures in various fields of British history were buried, and greeted old friends who had become tombstones one by one, and occasionally put a flower Small white flowers just blooming.

Finally, they reached the highest point of the bell tower of the church, standing on the highest point of this towering, steep and straight Gothic building designed by the students of Wren, the designer of St. , to the backlighter who turned his back to them at the deepest point.

"Is he the one Matthew asked the doctor to find?"

The Santa star who couldn't bear the sacred atmosphere whispered.

Lady Lizard didn't answer, and stopped with Jenny about ten meters away from the Backlighter.

Starks followed suit.

The Doctor continued on until—

The body is blocked by an invisible wall.

Here's a warning...

Silent warning.

The doctor bent down and saluted, and said respectfully to the backlighter: "I need your help, and you will help me."

"So confident?"

The backlighter's voice was neither slow nor urgent, and there was even no emotional change.

"Yes……"

"You know who I am?"

"I don't know, I'm here because I believe—"

The doctor paused and said, "Matthew's choice."

"Matthew?"

The backlighter's voice finally showed a slight emotional change: "What did he choose?"

"He chose to believe in you..." the doctor said, "He believes that you can solve all the anomalies that occur in this time and space."

"Is that what he told you?"

"Before he was taken away by the Dark Supreme Mage, let us get out of trouble, and then we must go to the bell tower of Westminster Abbey to meet someone, and—no matter what that person looks like or his attitude, he absolutely and unreservedly believes it!"

"Even if he's a demon?"

Following these words, the long and narrow shadow cast by the Backlighter on the ground began to twist and move, and there was a huge and terrifying roar from the ground, as if...

Faced with all kinds of abnormalities, the doctor remained motionless, and said firmly: "Even if you come from hell, I will believe it without reservation, because I believe in Matthew! And he chooses to believe in you!"

"you……"

The Backlighter fell silent.

The distortion of the shadow then stopped.

He turned around, revealing an attractive young face.

"Hello, doctor from Gallifre, I'm the Duke of Augustus, um, this is my current identity."

"Uh..." The doctor felt unprecedented absurdity.

As the time lord, he can tell at a glance that the other party is not only a human being, but also a more powerful creature that transcends time and space. It cannot be described in detail in any known language and can only be described in words such as gods or demon kings. An ancient and great existence vaguely described.

Now, such an ancient and great existence actually...

"I think I need to calm down."

"No problem, I completely understand your mood at the moment."

Said the ancient existence who claimed to be the Duke of Augustus, raised his slender fingers with silk gloves, and tapped a few times in the void——

"I know the details, poor Annabelle, ridiculous Frederick."

Frederick is the name of the Duke of Sussex, full name Augustus? Prince Frederick, Duke of Sussex.

For personal reasons, Edward, Augustus and Frederick were the favorite names of King George III (grandfather of Queen Victoria), and several of his sons were named with one of the above three words Or two, so they are usually called by the name plus the suffix of the prince or the title of the title instead of the name.

Among them, Augustus Frederick encountered a little rejection within the royal family for violating the "Royal Marriage Act", plus his two elder brothers——

The second brother, Prince Frederick, has no offspring. The respected and loved fourth brother, Prince Edward Augustus, is the biological father of the young Queen Victoria I, who has made mistakes. Yes and only the Duke of Sussex.

To the Duke of York and Albany who died young because he was George III’s favorite younger brother, who was also dissolute——

The only direct descendant of Edward Augustus was then called the nephew of the Duke of Augustus, and his hatred and disgust can be imagined.

(Edward Augustus of the main universe lived 28 years, unmarried, and had no offspring.)

"Don't worry, the matter will be resolved soon."

"Specifically-"

"Just act directly."

The "Duke" smiled slyly, turned around and stepped on the aisle full of colorful and bright sunshine, and when he passed by Mrs. Lizard and her party, he deliberately stopped to say hello: "You seem to be doing well in another Victorian era."

"Hey! Who the hell are you! Why—"

"To shut up!"

Mrs. Lizard stopped the Santa who spoke rudely, and bowed to the "Duke" with unprecedented politeness: "Please forgive his rudeness, he is an alien who is not polite."

"When my father created Santa Star, he really forgot to include politeness and humility..."

"The Duke" said with a smile, "He is often more self-willed than me, but the universe only remembers my arrogance and self-willedness."

"you--"

Lady Lizard was startled.

As a lizardman who had lived on the earth as early as the Silurian period, created an ancient great civilization, and possessed a lot of profound knowledge, the words of "Duke" reminded her of a name that only existed in legends even in the heyday of the lizardmen.

"You are... are..."

"I remembered?"

"Yes."

Lady Lizard lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the "Duke"'s eyes: "I humbly beg you to take pity on us and dispel the dark clouds hovering over the city of London."

"This matter is actually very simple, and you can solve it by yourself..." "The Duke" said, "There are still nearly thirty hours before the ceremony begins, and you can go directly to the scene along this road."

Following his words, at the end of the long aisle filled with colorful sunlight stained by stained windows, a black hole with swirling water waves appeared. The doctor's TARDIS stood in the center of the black hole, in stark contrast to the chaotic and changing space-time black hole .

Everyone who witnessed the miracle was all dumbfounded: "This... this is..."

"Go..."

"Duke" raised his hand, signaling them to move quickly.

The doctor thought for a while and snapped his fingers.

The TARDIS door swung open.

Everyone entered the Tardis, and under the protection of the Tardis, passed through the absolute black hole opened by the "Duke", and went to the deepest part of the dark altar under the protection of the powerful magic of the Dark Supreme Mage.

……

Not long after the Doctors had left, Earl Charles and his werewolf valet arrived at Westminster Abbey.

They soon found Duke Augustus who was praying silently in the tower.

Looking at the young duke standing against the light, Earl Charles suddenly felt a strange feeling of sacredness, fear and hatred coexisting in his heart, and the werewolf manservant couldn't control his knees——

"me……"

"what happened?"

"I don't know, my body doesn't seem to belong to me anymore."

The werewolf manservant spoke in pain, his back and knees were under the dominion of divine pressure, sweat dripped down like a torrential rain, and his rapidly dehydrated body even showed signs of mummification.

"He...he is too powerful!"

The werewolf servant reminded the count: "Sir, we must leave immediately!"

"why?"

The earl, who couldn't see the dark elements, couldn't understand the panic of the werewolf manservant at the moment.

Eager to complete the sacrificial task, he was lured by superficial interests. Instead of accepting the advice of the werewolf servant, he urged, "It is less than thirty hours before the official ceremony begins, and we have no way out."

"master--"

"There is no retreat!"

Earl Charles accented for emphasis.

He ordered the wolf boy to attack the Duke at once!

"This is an order!"

"master……"

The werewolf shed tears and looked at Earl Charlie pleadingly: "Do you really want to..."

"Yes……"

Earl Charles said ruthlessly.

The werewolf raised his hand, showing his mummified wolf paws, and sadly told the count: "Today is the last time for me to obey your orders, please forgive me for not being able to continue serving you."

After finishing speaking, the human wolf howled up to the sky, and the servant's clothes were shattered into pieces, but what appeared in front of the count was not the familiar tall and strong werewolf body, but——

A dry and blackened werewolf mummy completely dehydrated.

"how come--"

Earl Charles finally felt scared.

He looked at the highly mummified werewolf, and then at Duke Augustus, who was standing against the light with his back to them until now. He was extremely disturbed: "What's going on? Could it be that what the mage said is true? ?”

"Yes, what Strange said is true."

"Duke" turned around, his young and handsome face evoked a devilish smile: "Unfortunately, you didn't follow his advice and made the worst decision."

He walked towards Earl Charlie and the wolf slowly, with a pitiful smile.

Earl Charlie, who was overwhelmed by great regret and fear, backed up step by step: "I...I...I..."

pat!

The count fell to the ground.

Both legs were in excruciating pain as if someone had cut them off with an invisible saw, and they couldn't exert their strength at all. At the same time, the hands that tried to support the body were also suffering from pain comparable to a thousand cuts.

The huge pressure pressed him firmly to the ground, and his lungs could not breathe.

Crouching on the ground, he raised his head with difficulty, and saw that his loyal werewolf servant had turned into a pool of crimson and blackened coke at some point, piled up on the floor, exuding the last heat.

What's going on!

Why……

Why is it like this!

Earl Charlie cried out in despair, trying to raise his head, staring at the "Duke" who was getting closer: "You... you... are you... are you..."

"It is an existence that you cannot understand."

"Duke" said softly, stopped two meters away from Earl Charlie, and took a breath.

The Earl's body disappeared with the wind like dust.

At the same time, all traces of him in this world—the lives of blood descendants, the memories of lovers and friends—disappeared without a trace.

"As for you—"

"Duke" glanced at Heitan, who was once a werewolf manservant.

The unburned coke quickly bulged and split open, and a short-legged beagle the size of a palm crawled out, flicked its tail so short that it almost didn't exist, and spun around the "Duke" crazily.

"Okay, for the sake of cuteness, I will allow you to live for now."

……

The moment Earl Charlie was wiped out by the "Duke", the dark sorcerer in meditation opened his eyes.

Possessing a powerful black magic that does not belong to this world, he still remembers Earl Charlie, because the "Duke" wants him to know what Earl Charlie did to end up in such a sad end.

The Marquess of Charles and the Duke of Sussex were not so lucky.

They didn't remember Earl Charles and his werewolf servants at all. Looking at the ceremonial objects taken from the bodies of the women in the Whitechapel district all around the altar, they were full of harvest joy.

The Duke of Sussex, who couldn't wait, even urged the Dark Supreme Mage: "Your Highness, when will the ceremony officially start?"

"There are still 27 hours." The dark version of Strange said.

He has already received a warning from the "Duke", knowing that most of the dark rituals that have been painstakingly prepared will end in failure, but even if there is only a ten thousandth chance of success, he will not give up.

because--

I want to resurrect you, my Christine, my universe!

As for the price of failure...

The Dark Sovereign looked contemptuously at the Duke of Sussex, who was dazzled by desire: "The third sacrifice of pure and flawless believers, which is indispensable for the ceremony, has not been found yet?"

"Your Highness, have you already—"

"That girl is a backup, the last choice..." the dark version of Strange said, "There are still 27 hours before the ceremony, I hope you can find a better and purer sacrifice in the last 27 hours." Taste."

"But we—"

Marquis Charles looked at the Dark Sovereign in distress: "We don't know where to find qualified pure and flawless believers. I hope you can give us some instructions with your great magic."

"All right……"

The Dark Sovereign looked down at the crystal ball and said, "Go to the Whitechapel area, where there lives a branch girl named Mary. She is very pious and has a pure and flawless soul that meets the requirements."