With Diana in London

"Distance is not a problem for us." Basil tapped his fingers lightly.

Even though it was just air, a knocking sound came from the door.

The next second.

Thick black smoke billowed, creating an image of foggy London resembling a giant factory in the sky.

"My brother must be feeling terrible looking at this city," Diana said sarcastically.

She had already learned from Basil what kind of god Ares really was.

Despite being the god of war, who became powerful through war, he yearns to use war to destroy humanity and restore the entire Earth to its lush, pristine state, making him more like an extreme environmentalist.

For this reason, they would even kill their own compatriots and Blood Relative.

A god who is both stupid and wicked.

"Brother? You mean Ares!" Trevor couldn't sit still any longer.

He is different now than in the original timeline; he fully believes in the existence of gods and knows that Diana is a demigoddess, daughter of Zeus.

He considers London his spiritual home and is eager to return at any moment.

"Yes, you may know him. He exists as a mortal, Sir Patrick." Diana nodded.

"What? Sir Patrick Morgan!" Trevor was even more anxious.

"You want to go back immediately?" Basil said, "Diana."

"Another test?" Before Diana could ask, a flash of electricity crackled at her fingertips. "Then... the lightning of space jump."

Trevor felt the scene before him instantly distort.

Then

Ship whistles, the symphony of crowds, the pervasive smell of rotten eggs, and the black, yellow, and purplish-red fog gathering in the sky—all these elements appeared before Trevor's eyes.

"Ah, even the air is so sweet~" Trevor said, his eyes filled with fascination. "The smell of London."

"A word of warning," Basil said with a hint of amusement, "If the air quality isn't improved and relevant legislation isn't enacted, 12,000 people will die in eight years from the sweet air you're breathing."

"How—" Trevor instinctively wanted to retort when he heard someone slander his spiritual home, but after realizing that the person in front of him was a god and that there was no need for him to lie, he suddenly became dejected. "This is clearly a symbol of progress. I was even thinking that after peace, I would let this fog spread across the skies of America."

"It seems that even before the Germans, you Londoners have your own poison gas." A flash of electricity crackled around Diana.

Cough cough—

Truly fresh air rushed into Trevor's lungs.

"The lightning that purifies the air," Diana said, "Will last for three days on you."

She took Basil's arm and strode off the ship. "Now I understand why my brother wanted to destroy humanity. Anyone would be depressed staying in London, this 'industrial jewel'."

Trevor followed behind.

Although he was quite handsome, he seemed more like a servant to Diana and Basil, following behind them.

The people on the dock also instinctively gave way.

For these two important figures.

Whether it's an intuition stemming from a lower fundamental nature of life or past experiences, they dare not approach, dare not look directly at, and even dare not breathe the same air as them.

As expected of a deity, even the Queen's outings are not this extravagant.

Trevor thought to himself.

Then he trotted forward, leading the way in a manner more in line with his servants.

Westminster Palace, London.

"Ha, even though I'm a captain, I've never seen these gatekeepers so obsequious." Trevor, in the typical sycophantic manner, walked ahead to lead the way.

He was now quite used to Basil and Diana's special treatment.

No one would disobey their orders; after obeying them willingly, they would forget the awkwardness and the memory of serving them.

So when he led them to the noisy meeting place of the House of Lords, no one, including his superiors, thought anything was wrong.

This even includes Sir Patrick, who is from Ares.

It seems there are differences even among gods.

Thinking of this, Trevor forced a smile and approached his superior, "Colonel, we need to go outside and talk."

"Steve Trevor!" The colonel was so surprised his mustache practically stood on end.

Unlike the original timeline, Trevor did not notify his secretary via radio beforehand, thus letting everyone know he was still alive, while hitchhiking.

So, the colonel, who had long thought that his capable Gan Jiang had already sacrificed himself, was so surprised to see him unharmed that his voice drowned out the noise in the conference room.

It attracted everyone's attention.

"I need to go out for a bit." The colonel immediately remembered that this subordinate worked for the intelligence agency.

Among the members of the House of Representatives, there is no shortage of two-faced individuals.

Basil and Diana stayed there.

Because Diana wanted to observe her brother more closely.

In her extraordinary vision, crackling with electricity, Ares' true form was revealed. "How weak he is now. His soul and body are only barely held together by the power of the God of War."

"Now I finally understand why you wouldn't let me use the hammer, Basil."

"He's too weak."

"The close integration of a complete god and divine authority is something I should learn from. As for Ares, the god of war, I should learn from his battles."

"Shall I make my move now?" she asked.

Anyone among those present who was to be executed would not be innocent.

She doesn't need to worry about accidentally harming the public.

"You're still looking at things too superficially, Diana," Basil said. "He wasn't just a god, he was a sorceress."

Ares is gradually becoming weaker.

He was quite certain of that.

This weakness does not stem from Patrick Morgan's identity.

As a typical British aristocrat, he was a typical troublemaker, only talking about peace while his heart was full of self-interest.

He didn't feel out of place playing such a person.

No mortal life can change him, this god.

On the contrary, precisely because of this, he felt the ugliness of humanity more and more, and wanted to destroy these clay figures that had taken away his father's and mother's love and made his fellow human beings lose their minds.

It all started on a certain day ten years ago.

The scenes of killing my compatriots in my dreams, the joy and pain I felt for my parents, no longer reappear.

Instead, a new chapter in life begins.

As a young child, my mother passed away early, yet I had a happy childhood.

The fear, self-loathing, and helplessness that come with becoming Werewolf.

The joy of receiving a letter from Hogwarts.

The excitement of making three friends on the train, and the heart-fluttering feeling of meeting that girl.

A mundane yet exciting Hogwarts experience.

When his Werewolf identity was discovered, his friends didn't abandon him; instead, they embraced him with overwhelming joy.

The girl's disappointment and relief after getting together with her friend.

Upon learning of the deaths of his friend and the girl, he faced two other friends: one became a traitor, and the other was consumed by despair after his death.

A decade of living like the walking dead.

The rage and Killing Intent that followed the discovery that the traitor had escaped from prison.

He returns to campus, but this time as a professor.

When he met his friend again, he learned that he was innocent and that the seemingly insignificant friend who had died was the traitor.

They left the campus in a disheveled manner, yet with joy.

The encounter, the falling in love, and the entanglement with that bright and beautiful girl.

The death of a kind and respected elder.

Marry.

His wife was pregnant, so he ran away.

Returning to family life.

The child is born, and they rush to the battlefield.

Die.

These memories kept echoing in his dreams, real and intense.

The wizard's magic truly flowed through his body.

But this world doesn't have Lily, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius, James, Dumbledore, or Harry.

There is no Hogwarts.

'A world without them shouldn't exist.'

Ares, Patrick Morgan coldly looked at the 'pigs and dogs' in the conference room.

He suppressed his weakness and transformed the emptiness of losing everything into a destructive urge.

'After humanity is destroyed, I will recreate everything.'

A wizard will be born.

'Hogwarts will stand tall on the Scottish Highlands.'

'As Ares, and even more so as Remus Lupin!'

Ares's heartfelt words, aided by Basil, echoed in Diana's ears.

"It seems that even with the memories of Remus Lupin, he is still not a good person," Diana said.

"But Remus Lupin was the opposite," Basil said.

(In a parallel world that Hermione arrives in, just like in the novel.)

(Hermione, flipping through the A History of Magic, exclaimed in surprise at the animated illustration of a man in Greek-style armor wielding a greatsword, "Professor Lupin actually killed Voldemort in this world! How did he do that?")

("A God's memory," Basil said, stroking the headband on Hermione's head, "and you know it too, 'Memory is power.'")

The two left the room and headed in Trevor's direction.

Trevor, who had been given the ability to recognize Ottoman and Sumerian by Diana, was explaining the contents of his notebook in a small room.

"This is a formula, a formula for a new type of gas."

"Mustard gas uses hydrogen instead of sulfur."

"The notebook says they plan to release this gas at the front lines."

"Madmen, they're all madmen!" In the privacy of the room, the colonel was able to reveal his true feelings. "Gas masks can't stop hydrogen gas. They just want destruction, indiscriminate Carnage!"

It's not surprising that poison gas weapons are used.

They've done it before.

The art student was a World War I veteran who had been blinded by poison gas.

Therefore, gas masks were widely used in the German army, with almost every soldier having one.

However, the adoption rate is not high in their area.

In this context, the unnecessary invention of hydrogen-based poison gas, which even gas masks cannot block, is clearly a prelude to an attack that cannot distinguish friend from foe.

"What about the others? Would the other German generals allow Rudolf to do this?"

"He's not prepared to get anyone's consent," Trevor said. "The others, including that person, genuinely want to sign a peace agreement."

"Because this war has been so long, it has exhausted both sides."

"They are in a worse situation; they have no funds and no ammunition."

"According to the intelligence agency, only Ludendorff is still not giving up."

"There was a secret military facility in the Ottoman Empire where the Turks helped them manufacture bombs, and not just bombs, but also poison gas."

"It was because I discovered this that I did something beyond my job—observation and reporting—and took the notebook to escape."

"Well done, Steve Trevor," the colonel remarked.

"But," he began to stammer, "The problem now is that even if we know Ludendorff's plans, there's nothing we can do."

"This is an open conspiracy."

"We cannot deliberately undermine the signing of the peace agreement."

"We can only respond passively."

"Although this poison gas is terrifying, we can use the air force to bomb it."

"We still have the upper hand."

"But that would cost millions of lives," Trevor said.

"This is not our fault," the colonel said sternly. "It's all Ludendorff's fault. I can only guarantee that we will win, that peace will come, and that the Germans will suffer more casualties than we will."

"Because only frontline soldiers will die or be wounded?" Trevor said sarcastically. "Frontline soldiers only need to obey orders and fight to the death, while those making decisions in the rear have many other things to consider."

Having been chosen by the gods as their spokesperson, he now feels very confident.

Even if the Queen of England were present, he would still dare to slap her favorite food across the face.

"How dare you—" the colonel exclaimed in exasperation.

These words touched his soul, especially since he himself was a former frontline soldier.

He could not refute it, he was powerless to refute it.

"Diana, can you end all of this now?" Trevor turned around and knelt down. "Consider it a trial for His Majesty Granger."

"You—" The colonel was startled.

As Trevor moved, he finally noticed the sun, which seemed to dominate the entire world, and the bright moon hovering around it.

But he couldn't, and dared not, say anything offensive.

Thoughts freeze instantly.

"This was part of the trial," Diana said. "Your superiors will forget all about it."

"We just need to wait until the day the peace agreement is signed."

"The German High Command, Ludendorff would be there to take action against everyone who signed the peace agreement."

"Not just the frontline soldiers your superiors think of."

"Ares will also be there."

"Your current task is simply to do what most of your colleagues do: use your position for personal gain, buy and sell arms, and serve Themyscira."

"We are not trying to seize land; we are just trying to keep up with the times."

Trevor nodded. "As you command."

One day later.

Inside a quaint bookstore.

As streaks of lightning flashed, tall and beautiful figures emerged from behind the curtain.

"Diana!" Hippolyta was at the front, hugged her daughter tightly.

"Has Ares been dealt with?" Ares Antiope.

The other Amazons perked up their ears.

"No. It's not time yet." Diana shook her head. "I asked you to come so that you could take these books back."

The Amazons, having acquired a warship's worth of spoils, are no longer short of weapons.

Themyscira, the promised land of the Amazons created by Zeus, has fertile land and is not lacking in food or drinking water.

What they need is knowledge.

"I have translated the text inside into our language."

"Also, I need someone to stay here."

"Guard the bookstore and make contact with Trevor."

"I will leave a mark on her, a mark that opens the portal to Themyscira."