Restarting the myth

It's night. →

Cathedral of Saint Dominic.

The moonlight penetrated through the thick clouds, casting dim and hazy light and shadow on the earth, and a faint mist surged in the air at some point.

Under the dual effects of mist and dim moonlight, the cathedral was shrouded in a dark shadow, and the holy statues that were like works of art also had a dark luster at this moment.

In the cathedral, rows of black candles were lit, and dozens of figures in black robes clasped their hands on their chests, closed their eyes, and prayed softly.

Among the crowd were the seminary students Pace and Ryder, the dean of the seminary Julian, and the public officials of the cathedral, headed by Bishop Keith. Almost all of them were present.

At the front of the crowd, a mysterious man with a blurred face knelt on one knee, smeared the juice of crushed insects on the ground, and drew an inverted pentagram magic circle related to the belief in hell.

Several men in black robes brought a wooden box and a half-human, half-insect statue of the evil god, and the black magician Quinton was also escorted up.

Looking at the weird atmosphere at the scene, Quinton probably noticed something. He yelled and cursed loudly, trying to break free and escape from the place.

The mysterious man glanced at Quinton, who immediately rolled his eyes and fell into a silent sleep.

The mysterious man opened the wooden box, covered the half-human, half-insect statue with a dark-colored sacred cloth, and ordered the statue and Quinton to be placed on the inverted pentagram magic circle at the same time.

The prayers sounded and the advent ceremony officially began.

Murmured prayers came from the people in black robes, and as the ceremony progressed, everyone's emotions gradually rose.

They felt the attention of the ‘Lord’, and their hearts were full of hope and confidence for the future, and they fell into an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This satisfaction became more and more intense and gradually evolved into madness.

The light of the black candles soared and darkness enveloped the cathedral. Along with the devout prayers, the entire cathedral was immersed in an eerie yet sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The inverted pentagram glowed with cold light, and the statue covered by the holy cloth slowly squirmed, black veins extending out, crawling all over Quinton's body like insects, burrowing into his body along his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

Quinton trembled convulsively, raised his hands suddenly, and spread his fingers as if he wanted to hug something.

The holy cloth bloomed with a scorching red light, like a blazing flame, like scarlet blood, and the bloody smell filled every corner of the cathedral.

An unspeakable powerful thought suddenly arrived, descended on the statue, and then poured into Quinton's body along the black veins.

five minutes;

ten minutes;

One hour...

A second before the sky was about to light up, the statue under the holy cloth disappeared, the dull brown linen fell to the ground, and the inverted pentagram magic circle also stopped rotating at this moment.

"Ah, the human world!"

"I'm back again..."

After sleeping all night, Quinton opened his eyes. He should now be called the Thousand-Eyed Demon. The evil god from hell, one of the seventy-two demon kings, and the enemy of God, the devil, came to the world.

"Good morning, my respected master, your servant Sigma offers you the most sincere respect. Did you sleep well last night?" The mysterious man put one hand on his chest, as elegant as a butler.

"Sigma, you did a great job."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon twisted his half-human, half-insect body to stand up. He waved his hand and opened a black light mirror, and looked at the body that carried his will.

It's not perfect, but it's enough.

Sigma is a believer of the Thousand-Eyed Demon and claims to be a servant of God. He received the gift from the Thousand-Eyed Demon in a heavy fog and officially became a disciple, receiving the power given by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

He was dormant in Jianhe County, living in seclusion and never causing trouble. The Holy See had always suspected that there were activities of the devil's minions in Jianhe County. Because there was no evidence and no active figures could be found, every investigation was abandoned.

Unlike other devil believers, Sigma is very rational. He has been waiting and will never take action if the success rate is less than 100%.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon is very satisfied with this servant. The holy corpse cloth, the body that matches his coming, the fallen servant of the god, all the conditions for his coming, no matter harsh or not, Sigma has fulfilled.

"Sigma, how should I reward you?"

The body of the Thousand-Eyed Demon swayed, and the insect parts converged into the body, and the chaotic thinking calmed down, becoming just like a normal person.

At this time, the Thousand-Eyed Demon looked like an ordinary person. If he put on his pants and stood on the street, no one would be able to see his true face.

"My master, your arrival is the greatest reward for me." Sigma took a suit and placed it respectfully in front of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

"That's very well said, but I have to give you some reward."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon looked around and locked his eyes on the holy cloth. With a wave of his hand, he turned the holy cloth into a black robe and gave it to his most loyal and capable servant.

The robe is a piece of magical equipment. The user's thoughts can activate the inverted pentagram array, thereby harnessing the Thousand-Eyed Demon's unique abilities.

Extract the souls and thoughts of others and use the other person's power for your own use.

As a servant of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, Sigma has been given similar abilities. Putting on the robe transformed from the holy corpse cloth, his abilities will be greatly improved.

Sigma was puzzled. He didn't say anything. He put on his robe and then asked: "My master, the holy cloth is named after wrapping the remains of saints. It is supposed to be our enemy. I can understand breaking the seal of hell." , but why can it be engraved with an inverted pentagram?”

"Sigma, don't be misled by wrong history. Dominic, the saint, is not pure."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon said to his servant: "He is the descendant of the devil in the human world. His loyal faith cannot change the blood flowing in his body. He thinks that if he drains all the blood, he can cut off the sins, but there are still some stuck in the body. On the shroud.”

A saint with devout faith, but the unforgivable blood of hell flows in his body. Holiness and sin are confused. Just thinking about it makes the Thousand-Eyed Demon laugh.

Although the devil did not tempt the saints to fall and was eventually driven back to hell by Dominic, the devil did not completely fail. The blood of sin continued to exist in the world, giving the devil a chance to make a comeback.

Sigma heard it half-understood, and then said: "My master, you have come to the world, what should we do next? Your servants are always waiting for orders."

"You stay in Jianhe County, use this church as your base to develop believers, and don't let outsiders know that I have arrived."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon looked into the distance: "As for me, I will arrive in Lundan, where the heavy fog can open the door to hell. I also have a few friends... They all want to come to the human world for a vacation."

Speaking of this, the Thousand-Eyed Demon smiled coldly.

Some time ago, very recently, one of his allies successfully descended into the human world. Due to insufficient preparation, he was driven back to hell by the magician not long after his arrival.

The victory he had gained was gone, and he looked like a clown in such a state of embarrassment that he became the latest joke in hell.

Thinking of this, the Thousand-Eyed Demon praised Sigma even more. If his servant hadn't been so excellent, his arrival wouldn't have been so easy.

"My master, I would like to accompany you to Lundam."

"No, you have to stay here."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon said solemnly: "Remember, don't let anyone know that I'm here."

"Follow your orders."

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September 8th.

Wayne arrived at the cathedral carrying his suitcase.

Out of respect for history, and for some reasons that are inconvenient to elaborate on, he asked the boy in the office to make a copy of the five books, and the manuscript would be brought back to Lundan and placed in his bedroom.

Wayne came to church today for another reason besides returning and borrowing books.

Ask about the progress of the investigation.

It's been three days. Do you know how he spent these three days? He read with Otilia in the office every day, and the younger brothers looked at them both wrongly.

This is really unreasonable!

What's the point of just looking at it? Rumors about your office romance have been stirred up!

Wayne also knew that the devil's believers were good at hiding in order to avoid alerting the enemy. All investigations had to be conducted in secret. It was not as easy as imagined, but three days was too long. If there was no news, he would have to return to Lundan.

"Hey, Dean Julian, why are you here too?"

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As soon as Wayne entered the cathedral, he bumped into the seminary team. He joked: "It's so blatant. They just packed people into the church. If this gets out, Bishop Keith will have a headache."

Julian smiled coquettishly and learned that Wayne had come to see Keith. He pointed in the direction and hurried away with the scholars.

Dean Julian's expression was strange, and he seemed to have a guilty conscience. Wayne didn't take it to heart. After all, what he did was not in line with the rules. He asked the church staff and found Bishop Keith who was confessing in front of the cross.

"My Lord Bishop, I'm here to return the book."

Wayne frowned and said, "What's going on? We agreed to investigate the devil's minions, but why are you acting like a normal person?"

Keith was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "There is no way, the other party is hiding too deeply, and several clues are broken. I can only wait for the other party to reveal his flaws."

"Too passive. I can't stay in Jianhe County forever. I will return to Lundan today. If you find anything, inform Darcy and he will call me."

Wayne curled his lips and said, "It's not efficient at all. How did the Holy See become like this!"

Big companies are like this. They procrastinate in doing things and focus on making money. As a hired outsider, Wayne is paid to do things and is too lazy to take care of things. After a few reminders, he explained his purpose.

"Return the book..."

Keith frowned, it was indeed such a thing, and shook his head apologetically, saying that he had been very busy these days and had not rested day and night, and his memory had declined a bit.

"As long as no little boy gets hurt."

Wayne muttered softly and followed Bishop Keith to the Garden Warehouse. The latter was a little absent-minded today. He may have stayed up late for several days without a wink of sleep. He was in a bad state and did not sign when he entered.

Wayne reminded him before Keith responded.

In the third area of ​​the warehouse, Wayne selected ancient books according to Otilia's request. However, there was no result after investigation. He was not planning to stay in Jianhe County anymore and planned to borrow a few more books this time.

Not much, just in his twenties, as long as he can feed the artistic girl.

After a moment, he frowned again, pointed to the bookshelf and said, "Bishop Keith, has anyone been to the warehouse in the past few days? I remember that there were several interesting biographies here three days ago, but they are all gone now."

Keith looked thoughtful and shook his head after a moment: "Maybe it's other clergy. I've been investigating recently and haven't paid attention to the situation in the warehouse."

But no one signed the entry and exit form?

Moreover, your signature is required to enter and leave the warehouse.

Wayne looked Keith up and down and said after a while: "Have a good rest. You are in very bad shape. You won't be able to stop the cultists even if they come to your door, let alone the investigation."

Keith accepted with a wry smile, helped Wayne pack the ancient books, and didn't complain about him taking away thirty precious classics in one go.

"This guy is a bit weird, his steps are weak and his spirit is listless, typical of overwork. Could he really harm the little boy?" Wayne left the cathedral with a large suitcase, muttering.

After Wayne left, Bishop Keith found Sigma, who was reading an ancient book and frowned when he heard it.

The ability given to him by the Thousand Eyes Demon is very powerful, controlling the other party's thoughts and will without leaving any traces, but this ability also has flaws. If he does not take the initiative to control, Keith will only act according to the most basic orders.

Sigma has reason to suspect that Wayne has discovered the clues.

"How strong is this priest?"

"Very powerful, a silver mage, it was him who disrupted the plan last time." Keith bowed and answered, as humble as a servant.

"Did he go back to Lundan?"

"Yes."

"..."

Sigma pondered in silence. He had already controlled the cathedral and the seminary, but had not moved the Natural Church base. Now it seems that even if he deliberately avoided attention, attention would inevitably come to him.

There was no other way, so he had to move.

"Silver Mage..."

Sigma picked up the phone beside him and dialed a number.

He couldn't leave the controlled target too far, at least he couldn't leave the university town. If he didn't take action, his people would be useless and couldn't do anything to the Silver Mage.

Even if he could win and kill the Silver Mage, the traces of magic would make the already complicated situation completely out of control. Fortunately, magic is not the only thing that can take people's lives in the world.

A car accident and a shooting are enough.

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Route 114.

The investigation progress was not progressing at all. Wayne didn't plan to stay. He handed the suitcase to Otilia and drove back to Lundan alone.

In order to familiarize himself with the route, he drove very slowly, and the speed was even slower when he entered Highway 114.

He still remembered the fog when he came here. He guessed that it was an advanced copy, a projection of a certain world, which was similar to some urban legends in Lundan.

Wayne didn't want to get into the advanced dungeon again, so he slowed down and released a white pigeon out of the window for navigation.

If there is heavy fog, turn around immediately.

The fog didn't appear, and two cars that rear-ended each other were seen in front. The two drivers stood on the road and blamed each other.

It's dangerous!

Wayne honked the horn to remind the two that his speed was not fast, but it didn't mean that other drivers drove slowly. If you want to argue, go to the roadside and don't use your life to cause trouble to others.

The two drivers were frightened by the horn and raised their middle fingers to the black car.

Wayne didn't indulge them, and rolled down the window to return the gift.

He was kind-hearted, but it was not enough to return the gift, so he asked the white pigeon to drop bombs in the air, and each person applied a little correction fluid.

The black car had not driven 500 meters, and seven or eight men in black suddenly appeared on both sides of the woods, holding guns and pulling the trigger directly, crackling and shooting the car into a sieve.

With a loud bang, an orange-red fireball rolled, thick black smoke rose, and the raging flames enveloped the entire car.

The killers did not leave immediately. They wanted to see the body of the person alive or dead. The opponent was a magician, and the explosion did not mean death. They had to see the body with their own eyes.

Bang!

The twisted car door flew out violently.

Under the killers' horrified gaze, the skeleton in black armor strode out of the flames. He touched his head surrounded by black smoke and closed his upper and lower jaws: "I was scared to death. I almost thought I was going to die."