The Seventh Day of Creation

Anyway, those guys are just a bunch of useless cowards guarding a constantly fading mystery. They might as well contribute to their great cause.

In the past few days, Rovey has successfully taken over all the families involved in the bet, as well as some Ley Line that were rented for him by families from Finland, and has gathered them here through a very special path.

At this moment, if someone were to examine these Ley Line in depth, they would discover that all of Ley Line have now converged at the foot of London to form an Alchemy Array covering the entire London.

At the heart of the formation is the altar for the birth of "Guardian Angel Aiwass".

Manipulate the Leyline of London, then over-extract and continuously purify them in your own way.

The power required to create an archangel comparable to the level of a supreme god is something that even the land of London would find difficult to withstand in a short time.

Both Lev and Rovey could guess it.

The structure of London's Leyline changed at the moment of the birth of Aiwass [Angel].

If a typical Magus's use of Ley Line is like inserting a syringe into a blood vessel and slowly drawing blood, then Rovey is like directly cutting open all the blood vessels and bleeding out directly.

For example, occasional blood donation can make the body feel more relaxed, while blood drawing can only cause people to fall into a coma, go into shock, or even die.

Therefore, this idea could be described as utterly rebellious and audacious. If the Clock Tower Magus knew that Rovey was doing such a terrible thing to the Ley Line of London, then...

Sealing Designation?

This is considered the lightest punishment.

More likely, they will be tortured to the point of wishing they were dead.

But where there's a will, there's a way; how could I possibly falter because of fear? My ancestor, Aleister Crowley, defied both the Church and the Mage's Association when he Law Book, so how could I possibly back down from accomplishing this miracle?

"—Do as you please, and this will be your law."

That was Rovey's answer.

The Mage's Association and the Clock Tower have been quiet for too long. It's time they remembered the figure of that heinous Magus from a hundred years ago. They've lost their motivation to move forward. How can they face the end in this state?

The target of the End is the entire world, all of humanity. He does not intend to enter into it alone, but rather to gather the power of the world.

They are all Magus of this world, all humankind, and all living beings on this planet; they should give their all.

—All people are like stars.

Only in this way can a breakthrough be achieved within a limited time, and Aiwass is the embodiment of this. He is not a religious angel, but an angel of Magecraft, a new god. If he were to guide all the Magus in the world, there would be absolutely no problem.

"Lev, continue compressing and condensing. Show no mercy. Use the maximum power of the Magic Workshop directly. Use the four Pillars of Angels to filter and simulate angelic power, then use the Philosopher's Stone to filter it down to elemental power. Only the purest magical crystals are needed, similar to the composition of True Ether. The angel we are creating will not exist in any original texts or doctrines. It will be a true angel that belongs to us, and a miracle..."

Looking at the blinding light emanating from the four-colored Pillars of Angels, Rovey also felt the angel core in the center of the altar pulsating like a heart. He sensed that something seemed to be reviving before his eyes. Even though he had seen many storms and had mentally prepared himself, he couldn't help but feel nervous at such a scene.

You only get one chance.

The Clock Tower is no pushover; it is surrounded by numerous Magus who will sense the dramatic changes occurring in London's Leyline the moment it is activated.

The Department of Astromancy observation skills, the Department of Law execution capabilities, and the number of Magus in several other departments.

Once they sense something is wrong, they will definitely break in without hesitation. Not only will the spell fail, but they will also face the pursuit of the Clock Tower and become heinous criminals.

Therefore, success is the only option.

If the plan succeeds, they will gain absolute dominance, and the problem of the Leyline will be easily solved.

"... Let's begin. It is now the sixth night, and the seventh day of God's creation is about to arrive. You will bestow order upon the world and create a new archangel."

Lev controlled his emotions and forced himself to calm down.

"Next, I will preside over the ceremony for your believers, saints, and sinners, and you will ascend the platform as planned to bestow the 'true name' upon this angel and establish order."

Are you... ready?

He looked at Rovey and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, or rather, I've been eagerly waiting for this for a long time."

Rovey nodded. At this moment, the traditional alchemical clothing he was wearing had disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he had changed into a loose, plain blue robe. A crown made of thorns soaked in Holy Water was gently placed on his head, and then he suddenly pulled it off.

In an instant, bright red blood flowed down Rovey's head.

"This is the Command Spells of the Crown of Thorns, and then..."

Palms and soles of feet.

Several pre-prepared Holy Nails were placed on Rovey's inevitable path. Without hesitation, he imprinted them on specific spots, and bright red blood flowed onto the ground.

The entire Holy Land trembled even more violently at this moment.

Before the four Pillars of Angels, the figures of archangels appeared. They began to struggle violently, trying to get close to Rovey at this moment, but were rejected by the figure walking on the holy path.

The last part is...

"Chest."

Seeing that Rovey nodded, Lev did not refuse.

He took out his replica of the Lance of Longinus, took a deep breath, and with a practiced ease, plunged it into Rovey's chest.

At this moment, all the Command Spells gathered together, and the characteristics belonging to the "Holy Son's" suffering were completed.

The white figure continued to stagger towards the sacred platform, its gaze resolute and its mind free of distractions.

"Well..."

Lev simply sighed softly at the suffering he had endured.

Angels only obey the Holy Spirit.

Only the Holy Spirit can create angels.

Therefore, at this moment they can only rely on the legendary concept of the Trinity of "Son, Holy Spirit, Holy Father," with the Son passing on the Holy Spirit to increase the chances of success.

At the moment of an angel's birth, regardless of its emotional state or attitude, it absolutely cannot refuse the covenant from the Holy Spirit. Only in this way can it have absolute control over the newborn angel.

Although he could not use any magic and could not cut through the pain, having to personally experience the suffering of the Holy Son was cruel for Rovey.

But they had no other choice but to succeed.

If this plan succeeds, then Rovey, who created "Guardian Angel Aiwass," will be a true "Holy Child" born in this era, and even the Church will have to reluctantly acknowledge it.

So...

"We must succeed!"

Looking at the blood-stained figure who had already ascended the platform, Lev silently offered a prayer in his heart, and at that moment, his blood-stained hands gently touched the newly born angel egg.

"Awaken, guardian of the Book of Mari, open your eyes... I am willing to water you with my holy blood."

"Newborn angel, the land beneath your feet will become your heaven, and you will awaken within it. In this world, your true name is—"

[Aiwass]

Chapter 155 The Seventh Day of Creation

In Genesis, God created the heavens and the earth and all things in six days.

On the first day, he created light and separated day from night. On the second day, he created air and called it the sky. On the third day, he gathered water together and created land, from which plants grew. On the fourth day, he created the sun, moon, and stars to govern day and night. On the fifth day, he created life in the water and in the air. On the sixth day, he created animals and humankind.

On the seventh day, God finished the work of creation, rested, and blessed the seventh day, making it holy.

The seventh day before the angel is born.

It was probably sometime in the early morning.

Around 6:30 in the morning, even though it wasn't yet working hours in London, many people in suits had already arrived by car at a very large white building.

If anyone mistakes this white building for a castle, they would be sorely mistaken. It doesn't resemble an apartment building either; it's more like an ancient temple, similar to the Parthenon. Or, more accurately, this is the British Museum, one of the world's oldest, largest, and most famous museums, a comprehensive and prestigious institution. However, because most of its artifacts were acquired through force, it's often jokingly referred to as a hideout for historical thieves.

It's safe to say that if you're ever in London, the British Museum is a must-see. It houses a vast collection of artifacts and treasures from around the world, as well as manuscripts from many great scientists. The richness and diversity of its collection are unparalleled among museums worldwide. With over eight million items, the British Museum offers something for everyone, regardless of their field of study, to inspire them.

Of course, this applies to tourists from outside the country, that is, ordinary people.

This is a world of Magecraft and mystery. In other words, no one knows how many of the genuine artifacts seen by ordinary people are actually sacred garments or Sacred Relic, or how many possess Magecraft effects. Many genuine artifacts and sacred garments simply sit quietly in display cases at the British Museum.

The fact that Britain so openly displays its precious Sacred Relic and costumes is quite outrageous to outside Magus, but it also perfectly showcases its status as True Magic superpower.

However, good looks can't always put food on the table. Other Magus won't go easy on you just because you have good looks.

So, over the years, have there been any people who have dared to rob the British Museum out of sheer audacity?

The answer is: Yes.

So, what became of them?

They're all dead, without a doubt, all of them are dead.

Because the British Museum is only a museum in name only.

Its essence is a temple.

In the Magecraft community, this place has another name.

That was a title that made all Magus tremble and hate to the core— the Department of Law.

Although it is the thirteenth department of the Clock Tower, their headquarters are located below the British Museum. It is a special department authorized by the Britain Royal Family to restrain and supervise Magus and prevent them from causing too much trouble on their own land and affecting national security.

In the eyes of Magus, these guys are villains who collude with the secular world, traitors to the magic path, and demons who trample on their efforts.

Because once their arrest warrant is issued, no matter how amazing or powerful the achievements one has made, in their eyes, it's nothing more than adding bricks and tiles to the British Museum, and even the Magus himself is just one of their collectibles.

So-called talent and mystery are no match for a single transfer order from the country's top leadership, which is why Magus find them utterly repulsive.

Has no one considered rebelling? After all, such a subject would surely provoke opposition from all departments, wouldn't it?

Of course, there was one, but unfortunately, it was controlled by the Barthomeloi family, one of the three noble families, and he was appointed as the acting dean of the Clock Tower, tasked with maintaining the balance of the Magecraft World.

With the support of the Britain Royal Family, the appointment of the Clock Tower Director, and their formidable power, the combination of these three factors rendered them utterly powerless to resist.

The figures entering and leaving the British Museum around six o'clock were the Department of Law staff who were responsible for taking over the work.

In a huge Leyline monitoring room, the dozen or so Magus had just completed the handover around six o'clock sat back in their seats as usual, holding coffee and enjoying the beautiful morning.

The relaxed atmosphere inside the room was completely different from the stereotypical image of the Department of Law. It was more like the morning tea at some listed companies outside. It was hard to imagine that such an atmosphere could exist in the Department of Law in the Clock Tower.

Good morning, Director Mujik.

"Good morning."

The head of the Leyline Detection Lab was a research institute director with blond hair and a slightly chubby build. He easily accepted the coffee offered by his subordinates and enjoyed the beautiful morning, even joking with them about the day.

"By the way, a week has already passed."

"Yes, it's been a week already, so is there any holiday I don't know about?"

"How could that be, you idiots? Don't you remember what day it is today?"

"Of course I remember. Today is Sunday. Why did I get to be on duty on Sunday?"

Inside the testing room, numerous staff members, each holding a cup of coffee, began chatting animatedly, completely oblivious to the work at hand.

After all, compared to other classrooms and departments, the work here is far too leisurely.

Their only task was to monitor the condition of London 'Leyline and the flow of magic, and to report any suspicious activity they found.

London has been established for so many years, and the quality and flow of its Leyline are among the highest. There have never been any problems. In addition, the current magical instruments are so advanced that there is no need for human monitoring. If there is anything suspicious, they will automatically sound an alarm.

Therefore, this place can be described as having a cheerful atmosphere.

"Fool, today is the seventh day of that bet."

Seeing that his subordinates couldn't remember, the fat director in charge of the classroom said helplessly.

"Oh, oh, the bet... you mean the bet to recreate the miracle of the gods?"

"Otherwise what? What do you think?"

"What do we think? We certainly think it's a joke."

The rest of the staff answered almost in unison, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What happened? Festival Rank in his early twenties, or even a genius Magus with the Pride priest, has gone insane like this."

"Recreating divine miracles... The last person to spout such nonsense was that guy named Lev from the Archaeology Department. I don't know what he was thinking. But we can only watch and have fun. What's wrong, Director? Do you think he can succeed?"

"Pfft, you're kidding me."