[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When the huge steam train whistled, the young man in a red windbreaker woke up from his dream. He habitually lowered his body's center of gravity and looked around, and then suddenly realized that he was on a safe train, not a train. The perilous desert he visited some time ago, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

As a certified "National Alchemist", some time ago he and his brother nominally "studied the city of Jerusalem" - the poor city that was turned into Jerusalem Bay by the Undead Queen, but in fact they went to the Middle East to find and buy it at public expense The journey to early alchemical sources was a nightmare:

The harsh environment is second to none, the horrible mosquitoes, the bandits that seem to be everywhere and the sand are their worst enemies.

Edward still feels a little sore in his arms—the air in the desert full of fine dust will always drill into his mechanical prosthetics and bring an indescribable tingling feeling, no matter how much dust-proof equipment is added, it cannot completely avoid.

"Al, are we here?"

When Edward Edric sat back in his seat, he asked the tall man in armor sitting opposite him.

"No bro, we're about 12 hours away from arriving in Switzerland."

Although Alphonse, nicknamed Al, has such a huge figure, he still has a clear and clear childish voice-if someone gets close, he will find that Alphonse's voice is extraordinarily ethereal, "as if" the armor is empty.

"Really? I don't think it should be so fast, so why do you want to honk the horn all of a sudden?"

Edward suddenly heard something, and looked at Al in shock.

"Wait, you mean..."

"Yes, the weather is fine today, and the 'Throne of the Sky' just passed us in the sky."

While Al was replying, Edward had already stuck his head out of the train window (good boy, don’t learn! He will turn around!) and looked around, and he quickly found the target he was looking for—the building floating in mid-air , If a bright diamond is shining with charming colorful lights of the city.

"The throne of the sky, the city of mystery, the crown of the undead queen, the highest vacant authority in the world, the end of all myths, the entrance to the realm of gods, the place where all wishes can come true.

The most credible conclusion about the principle of this city floating in the air is: there is some kind of anti-gravity substance in this city that we have not yet discovered, and then use the magnetic field of the earth itself to make it circle the earth in 72 hours The speed is doing arc motion between the Tropic of Cancer. "

Edward gazed greedily at the beautiful city with the binoculars that he changed at will, and whispered countless legends about that city in his excited mouth—although he had already heard about the city, this was his first time. Witness this miracle in real life once in a while.

"But this theory is now being refuted by Mr. Faraday, the 'Magnetic Alchemist'. He believes that if the magnetic field is used, then the area it passes must be accompanied by huge magnetic field changes, and so far there is no sign of any magnetic field changes... ..."

"What a beautiful city."

Al was on the sidelines but didn't think so much, he just expressed emotion like other passengers.

"Al, if we can't complete the Philosopher's Stone within ten years, then let's challenge the 'Road of the King'."

After a slight pause, Edward suddenly said to his younger brother:

"But brother, but no one has challenged him yet..."

Although there was shock in his voice, Al still held back the three words "survivor" that he almost said.

As a perennial topic in most people's bedside stories or in bars, the saying of "The Way of the King" is almost well-known in Europe.

There are currently two rumored ways to challenge the King's Road:

One is to find the end of the world and enter the devil prison from there, and there is a direct road to that city in the terrifying devil prison.

But whether it is the mysterious and hard-to-find "end of the world", or the rumored British soldiers who have been reduced to beasts in the prison because of the huge torture, it is only to find the truth in the legendary vast prison. Doubtful paths are a great challenge.

The second method is equally crazy, due to the flying height of the city, when passing through the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the east with an average altitude of more than 4000, it will pass by Mount Everest, and at this time, as long as someone jumps from Mount Everest , when the wind direction, speed and distance are all right, you can reach that fantastic city.

But this method has so far only produced thousands of frozen corpses in glaciers.

"But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Hearing the hesitation in Al's words, Edward, who also understood the danger, turned his head and tapped lightly on the armor containing Al's soul with his prosthetic limb:

"I believe that as long as we are together, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome."

While the two brothers were talking, in a military camp about [-] kilometers away from them, another person was planning the same thing as them, although his method was different.

Cutler Beckett was dressed in a neat black military uniform, standing outside the gate of the factory, with his only remaining right eye staring at the huge city slowly passing through the clouds in the sky.

But unlike the two Edward brothers who were full of hope, his gaze towards the sky was filled with the deepest anger and resentment—because every time he saw that city, most of his body would ache.

And compared to the pain, what made him more unacceptable was the kind of humiliation, the humiliation that the weak would feel when facing the strong!

"How long will it take to be ready?"

Beckett didn't turn around, but just by the cold and distorted voice, everyone behind him could imagine how terrifying his expression must be now.

His remaining rationality is constantly admonishing himself in boiling anger:

Even if he imitated Odin and sank one eye into the Fountain of Wisdom, but now he wants to wash away his humiliation, his strength is still not enough!

"The French are all right now, Napoleon and his vampire legions have shed enough blood in quelling the rebellion, and the civil war in Austria our men are ready for."

A person with no features at all, who seemed to have no sense of existence, stepped forward and replied:

"Europe is still two nodes away from forming an array, and the time of the lunar eclipse has been calculated by the stargazers. Everything will be ready in three years, my lord father."

"3 years... I will come back there in 3 years and let you see the power of the real 'God'!"

Beckett stretched out his thumb and forefinger, and caught the exquisite city in the sky in his field of vision, as if he was imagining crushing it bit by bit.

"I swear!"

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At a time when the sun is shining in most parts of Europe, London, a city with so many disasters comparable to the two-dimensional Tokyo, "again" encountered a crisis of destruction.

Or another "everyday" crisis.

More than 200 years ago, the damn witch attacked the city with a giant, and the fire almost destroyed everything in the city!

And after that, when the surviving London citizens managed to build a new London next to the old London that almost became a ghost town, the evil witch brought the war to the country and the city again.

And in this war, the trump card played by the British royal family, the weird power that entered the hearts of the people (Note 1) made the lives of those who survived this war worse than death—all Londoners are now trapped between Mr. In the cracks of illusion, I experienced reincarnation night after night.

All the citizens helplessly witness the rising and setting of the red moon among the densely packed stone spiers, in the damp and cold mist, and then the world resets, the damaged ones become intact, and the dead regain their lives. Then witness the trajectory of the bright red moon again...

But different from the "eternal peace" in the legend, in this world between spirit and fantasy, after the human spirit is worn out by countless repetitions, their soul will become corrupt little by little.

And when their souls die, the monsters in their hearts will break out of their bodies and be born.

Whenever the red moon hangs high, the masters of this city will become them, and ordinary people are left with the trembling freedom of hiding in the closet of the room at the foot of the bed—and this speed is moving forward slowly but firmly .

Destruction is only a matter of time for London...

Fear and helplessness, despair and sadness make these London citizens, who are almost forgotten by everyone, choose a familiar way to vent their pressure-religion.

Jack Sparrow was wearing a helmet in the shape of a metal bird cage and wearing a burqa on his head, while constantly looking at the compass in his hand, he was galloping through the labyrinthine church.

And behind him, several people dressed in the same clothes were also chasing after him, and a little further back, there were several burly men with weapons in their hands.

"Bishop! My lord bishop! This time the red moon needs you!"

"Didn't I tell you to figure it out for yourself!?"

Jack yelled impatiently as he ran.

"Aren't you responsible for managing those hunters? You need them to deal with the monsters at night!"

"But my lord bishop, did you yourself say that the moon god never gave us salvation because we failed to please it?

The best efforts of the hunters are to keep us struggling in this hopeless world, but you bring us hope! "

But Jack's once invincible words lost their effect on these half-mad believers, and they replied frantically:

"So we've found a new offering this time - the only one in over 200 years who has entered London from 'outside'!

You are the one who brought us light by pointing out our mistakes, the inspired one who can lead us out of this place of purgatory.

Taking you as a sacrifice, the Moon God must be satisfied! "

"Go... go..."

Jack was speechless for such a reason, and quickly waved his hands behind him.

Although he has an immortal body favored by the gods, when he heard that inexplicable "Moon God", he always had a wonderful sense of fear. He vaguely felt that if he fell into the hands of this Moon God and these lunatics, he would die. It's really all over.

At the same time, he was also regretting why he thought of coming here to find some "secret weapon" against the undead—the weapon was probably found (Note 2), but he didn't want to be the first to try it out at all.

"I only promised to be your bishop, but I didn't promise to be a sacrifice to the Moon God for you!"

"But as the Bishop of the Moon God Sect, shouldn't you dedicate everything to Lord Moon God?"

Under Jack's surprised expression, one arm of the talking disciple turned into a sharp tentacle and swept towards him, and then Jack deftly opened it with a turn.

Looking at the wall with spider web-like cracks hit by the tentacles, Jack couldn't help taking a breath, but that person didn't show any understanding of Jack's mood:

"It's okay, I'll aim for the heart to guarantee a fatal blow."

"What if Luna is not satisfied with me?"

Jack continued to work hard for his own life.

"Feeding corpses to the 'soulless' is also a way to reduce their aggression."

And the believers answered very readily, obviously they had a lot of experience in handling this corpse.

"Ok?"

While running, Jack suddenly stopped in front of them, and opened his arms in another direction before they could react.

"Praise the moon!"

"Praise the Moon!!!"

Subconsciously, several believers imitated Jack and saluted towards the empty corridor.

And when they found themselves on the way, Jack had disappeared into the corridor at the other end.

However, today was obviously not Jack's lucky day. He chose a dead end this time - the huge wooden door that was tightly sealed was obviously not something he could open because he was not good at strength.

And this is actually the biggest problem with the compass in his hand.

Yes, it can point to the "thing you want" in your heart, not "the way to the thing you want"-not to mention whether the road is smooth.

"Master Bishop, please be good~ Be good~ Stand~ Okay~"

Jack turned around with a constipated expression on his face, looked at the weird smile on his face, and the "former" subordinates who were slowly approaching from the corridor wailed:

"Help!!!"

The author has something to say: I am weak and may not be able to reply to your messages for the time being, sorry.

Note 1: In a British folktale, a witch gave a gift to a princess: a pair of shoes that can enter people's hearts.

Note 2: Refers to Luna, who he himself feels is extremely dangerous