Restarting the myth

After getting Wayne's promise, Auston no longer insisted and took the gauze from Megan with his priority as the master.

Wayne curled his lips. If it was Fula, the gauze would definitely belong to him.

"Megan, I want to pet the cat!"

"Okay, young master, please wait."

Megan finished bandaging Auston and turned to the big house to find the cat. Auston followed her and prepared to start his daily misery.

It doesn't matter whether the wife believes it or not, but the attitude should be correct.

"As far as I know, the selection of the Saint of the Church of Nature takes at least half a year, and there are many processes. After Xifei submitted the recommendation form, someone from the headquarters will come to verify and evaluate whether you are qualified as a candidate."

Auston is very experienced in the selection process of the Saint, having experienced it once 20 years ago: "Although she is a high priestess and a native of Lundan, she became famous in Paris and has a weak control over the Windsor District. The Saint named Flora will make some small moves recently. You should be careful not to let the other party catch her handle."

"For example..."

"For example, you are a little too close to the high priest of the Moonlight Church!"

Auston reminded: "And you are very close to the Heavenly Father Church, these are all deductions, Flora "La can pull you down with a little trick and create public opinion."

"What about my identity as the heir of the Landau family?"

"This is a plus point. The Ministry of Magic has no good intentions, and the Church of Nature is the same. Remember not to really become the Son of God."

"I understand."

"You'd better understand!"

Auston snorted coldly, and couldn't help but said angrily: "And your terrible private life, how many people did you bring to the cinema?"

"All friends."

"Female friends who booked the theater?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence. I don't have many friends. There are only a few of them."

"..."

Auston was so angry that he didn't want to talk. He came to the front of the big house and happened to meet Megan holding Monica. Without saying a word, he pulled the cat into his arms.

He stroked it very hard.

Monica rolled her eyes, as if her soul had been stroked away.

Wayne looked at it greedily and stretched out his hand to stroke it together.

"Meow meow meow---"

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Paris, the underground tomb.

The tomb passage made of piled bones is winding and twisting, shaped like a huge underground maze. Walking in it, you can hear low roars from time to time, and the wailing of the dead is creepy.

Death is frightening. It makes people fear the impermanence of life, but also makes people know how to cherish life.

No matter how rich you are in your life and how noble your status is, you will only be a randomly discarded dry bone after death. Cherish the present and cherish your short life.

If you can't extend the length of your life, then expand the width of your life!

Perhaps the original meaning of the underground tomb is like this, but it is definitely not now. The creator and owner of the tomb, the notorious Death Knight, is now just a poor puppet without a head, horse, or sword.

He cannot represent death, his honor was deprived by the devil, and he became the devil's knight walking in the world.

In the central area of ​​the underground tomb, a forbidden place surrounded by death, countless bones are piled up into a mountain, and the air is filled with dead silence and solemnity.

At the top of the bone mountain, the bone throne stands quietly, silently accompanying its master.

The head of 800,000 ghost soldiers, the headless knight.

The knight who had lost almost everything sat on the throne, his tattered death cloak fluttering without wind, as if he was recalling the past when he rode a horse and whipped a whip.

It was hard to guess what he was thinking without seeing his head.

Even if you saw it, you couldn't guess it, after all, it was a skull.

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Suddenly, a black wind blew, and a man in a black robe walked out of the space crack.

The black one-piece robe covered the whole body, and the face and facial features were covered by the rolling black fog, and only a pair of beating red eyes could be seen.

"Great Death Knight, my master has something to say to you." The black-robed man bowed slightly and expressed his respect to the Death Knight.

He seemed to be used to the Headless Knight's silence, with red light beating in his palm and sticky blood flowing down.

These black bloods seemed to have self-awareness, more like some kind of parasites, spreading along the circle after landing, interweaving into a complex inverted pentagram pattern.

The black-robed man groaned in pain, with a strange tone mixed with a bit of satisfaction, and his body slowly melted, merging into the magic circle under his feet along with the black robe.

Dark light bloomed, projecting a black portal on the dome of the great tomb.

Then, shadows fell one after another, hanging in the air and dancing with dark light.

Roughly counting, there were about twenty of them.

Devil Alliance!

The oppression of the seven demon kings brought these demons together. After years of planning, they got the head of the death knight, and then used the power of the underground tomb to allow their mind projection to enter the world.

"Knight, when will Paris's hell gate open? How long are you going to delay?"

"The obelisk failed again, I am very disappointed."

"We promised you that as long as you meet the requirements, we will return the head to you..."

"You disappointed me again, knight!"

Thoughts collided, stirring up chaos in the space, and the breath of terror spread, shaking the mountain of bones.

Although the devil's alliance is strong, it is not peaceful internally. So far, they have not elected a leader who can win the support of the people, which can be seen from their noisy words.

Generally speaking, the second-in-command or the military advisor will speak first, and then the leader will make the final decision.

"Stop arguing. You asked so many questions. How should the knight answer?" A voice of thought resounded, which seemed to have great prestige in the alliance and stopped the chaotic scene.

For a while, the underground tomb was much quieter. The weak kept silent. Only three demons with higher status were qualified to speak.

The headless knight said nothing and let the three thoughts bombard him in turn. Even if the other party threatened his head, he always remained self-centered and calm.

Seeing that nothing could be asked, the Devil Alliance collectively dispatched, unsealed the head of the headless knight, and forcibly modified his will.

The headless knight's body trembled, and the tattered gray cloak danced with fangs and claws, manifesting a decayed skull face in the air, and confided his own pain through the voice of the dead.

The dead knight went offline, and the knight of the Devil Alliance logged in.

The headless knight sealed his own mind, forgot Wayne's appearance, and could not find the shadow nightmare. This was his last resistance, and the Devil Alliance was helpless.

After all, they are elites who have been in hell, strong men who have climbed up on the sea of ​​blood and corpses. They need to have brains and plans. They are indirect and persuasive, and soon found the root cause of the Dullahan's illness.

"The goddess of death has given up her knights. The new chosen one has come. He has become a thing of the past. He is worthless except for the identity of the master of the underground tomb." The beautiful female voice bursts out of thought.

"Impossible, the goddess of death does not care about her knights. Without the new chosen one, he has always been the death knight."

"No, the chosen one has come, and the shadow nightmare has a new owner!"

"That doesn't mean that death has given up on him. It should be that he took the initiative and sent his power out of Paris."

"What a loyal knight, who gave up his honor for his faith!"

"He entrusted his honor to the new death knight, revealed information to the other party and took away the sealed book, the location is Windsorendan."

"The gate of hell has not yet opened, we can't come, how about copying the previous plan, can we succeed If you succeed once, you can succeed the second time."

"The new knight will also successfully send away the shadow nightmare. There is no point in the cycle."

"That's right, and it takes too much time. With this time, the gates of hell are open!"

"..."x3

"Lend me your power and let my thoughts descend to the human world. Only in this way can we completely solve the death knight and take back the sealed book."

"Hehe, why don't I descend to the human world?"

"I am more suitable!"

Devils are like this. Alliances are formed out of need, vigilance is based on trust, and betrayal is purely professional ethics. It is better to expect them to hold a democratic vote than to expect the alliance to disintegrate on the spot.

The three devils knew it. They had experienced similar conversations many times, and each time they ended in vain.

If nothing unexpected happens, nothing unexpected will happen this time.

The three devils retreated and gathered their strength to let their familiars descend to the human world, one for each person, and no one was allowed to be greedy.

The other devils were immediately dissatisfied.

"Your familiars have come, but they use our power. We finally have hope for the gate of hell, but we have to wait a long time if we do this!"

"That's right, we don't agree."

"Unless my familiars also come to the world."

"And me!"

"......

There was another series of noises, and the three devils didn't speak. They waited until their allies had expressed their opinions before they slowly spoke.

"The Thousand Eyes Demon died in Lendan, which is very dangerous. Your familiars will be useless there."

"Sign the supplementary regulations, and our three familiars will not accumulate power in the world!"

"Unity leads to victory, and the alliance was established for this reason. If we continue to quarrel, the seven demon kings will always be the masters of hell, and we will always be losers. "

The three devils divided the work in harmony and joined forces to CPU other devils. The effect was not outstanding, but it was absolutely useless. They were all devils, and each of them had several plans. No one would be stupid enough to trust their peers.

The Dullahan looked at this scene and couldn't help but chuckle.

Even a familiar had to argue for a long time, and they wanted to drag one of the seven demon kings down. Dream on!

Perhaps the Dullahan's chuckle was too harsh, or the obelisk was too important. The devils blocked the Death Knight and argued endlessly about their thoughts. It took two hours to reach an agreement.

It was already very efficient. In hell, it would take at least two months to negotiate. The efficiency was more frustrating than the House of Commons in Windsor.

The results of the discussion were as follows. Everyone took a step back. The three upper devils paid part of their territory, signed supplementary regulations, and let their familiars descend into the underground tomb.

The target was the new Death Knight, taking back the sealed book, and putting the shadow The nightmare was delivered to the death knight of the alliance.

On the dome of the great tomb, the black door trembled violently, and lines intertwined and fell. The minds of a group of demons worked together to pry open the seal between hell and the human world, and sent three familiars to the human world.

First it was a projection, and then it became real.

At a certain intersection between the human world and hell, a white bone door trembled slightly, as if it had breathing, rhythmic sulfur heat.

On the white pillar not far away, the golden rule of the angel was written-those who enter here, please give up all hope.

The gate of hell.

In front of the door is the angel's warning, telling the intruder that there is hell ahead, and it is not too late to turn back now.

The white bone door is made up of staggered ribs, which is the entrance to hell. The devil alliance successfully avoided the seal imposed by heaven through the power of the underground great tomb, causing the ribs to open to both sides, starting an uneven black passage.

The process is very complicated. If you are not careful, you will trigger the seal and attract the angels to watch.

The devils were cautious and threw three figures from hell to the human world at the moment the passage was opened.

The camera returned to the underground tomb. The black door of the dome shrank, as if it was seriously injured and the last bit of strength was squeezed out.

Under the mountain of bones, three figures slowly opened their eyes, took a breath of the filthy breath of the human world, and showed excitement.

This is the human world. Even a fart is full of the fragrance of freedom, which is far from the sulfur smell of hell.

In short, the human world is good, too fragrant.

There are two male and one female servants. Well, just looking at the appearance, the servants can be regarded as devils. They are all devils, and the gender cannot be too rigid.

The black shadow on the left hand side is burly and strong like a small mountain. The muscle lines under the scales are clear. Even in a static state, you can feel the powerful energy flowing in his body.

This figure has a bloody mouth, fine scales all over the body, and a thick long tail swinging behind it, with some physical features of a giant dragon.

He bowed and looked at his master, and his tall body shrank, turning into a bald strong man two meters tall.

He was covered with a black robe, with a face full of flesh and scarlet eyes, just short of a devil tattoo on his face.

The black shadow in the middle seemed to be a crow, with a black body, reflecting the dark metal light, a black beak with fangs, and a slender neck like a snake. After bowing to the master, it turned into a human.

He wore a suit jacket, a gentleman's hat, leather shoes, gloves, and a civilized cane, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had handsome features and a humble smile, a true aristocratic elite.

The last black shadow was made of the upper half of a woman's body and a spider. His long black hair fell, covering his white and plump chest, with a bloated spider abdomen and slender legs, giving people a kind of dark beauty of decadence and evil.

She bowed to her master and transformed into a fair-skinned black-haired beauty, wearing a black backless evening gown, the fabric was high-end and smooth, and her soft curves were visible.

She waved her hand and shaped a huge black wide-brimmed sun hat with her mind. Her long hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she put on the sun hat to cover her seductive face.

"..."xn

The devils were silent for a long time. They had the momentum and the pattern, and they had the temperament of hell's special envoys.

There was almost nothing wrong with it.

But aren't you three too ostentatious? This look is obviously problematic. Let alone going to Windsor, I'm afraid you will be questioned by the clergy of the Church as soon as you walk out of the underground tomb.

"Change it, something ordinary."

Five seconds later, the passerby combination of dock sailor + old shoemaker + factory female worker was freshly baked.

This is a sure thing!

"Go to Londan, find the new death knight, and give him some hell shocks!"

"Yes, sir." x3

"Hehehe————" xn

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Moonlight Church, library.

The church base was renovated, and the once dilapidated cathedral was restored to its original state. Church members transferred from all over the country walked in it.

The full moon was hanging high, the waterfall splashed, and the scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing was still in front of us.

The office of the high priest.

Pushing open the wardrobe, you can see the living room and study. The full moon was hanging high outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the cold moonlight sprinkled silver light. The battlefields such as sofas, bathtubs, desks, and double beds were all in line.

The high priest was too lazy to act, so he turned his office into a love nest and asked his boyfriend to come over for intimacy.

"What, you want to participate in the selection of the Saint of the Natural Church?"

"The Son of God."

"Even the Son of God is not allowed!"

Philomena grasped the key point and couldn't help laughing: "You are not pure, what qualifications do you have to become the Son of God?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I have always been pure, okay."

Wayne was not convinced. Although he was like this and that, he knew that he was a good boy, pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Philomena rolled her eyes and teased: "The Natural Church is really open. In our Moonlight Church, I eliminated you in the first round."

"It's all your fault as the high priest. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be pure."

I don't believe you!

Philomena lay on her boyfriend's shoulder and warned him, "Quit the selection immediately. Don't joke about the belief in God. Impure is impure. There is no chance. Once God descends, your filthy soul will instantly turn into ashes."

"Be careful."

Wayne asked curiously, "Will God also look through the memory of the descended body?"

"Otherwise, you have no secrets in front of God."

Philomena bit Wayne's ear. She had finally waited for a shoulder to entrust her life to. She didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. In order to make Wayne give up the idea of ​​the Son of God, she turned over and rode on him to take him down.

She didn't turn over, and was pressed by Wayne.

"Don't mess around, I still have to participate in the selection of the Son of God, don't think about tarnishing my innocent body."

"Excuse me, you are not innocent."

"Hey, you are so proud!"

Wayne held Philomena's strong heartbeat: "Tell me, what are the processes of selecting the Saint and the Son of God? Is the Life Alliance a process?"

"It's almost a process. When necessary, the Saint can be shared."

"Share?!"

"Well, there were heavy casualties during the War of Faith, and there was a record of Saints sharing..."

Philomena thought for a while: "I have seen documents in the church headquarters. It was a long time ago, and the exact time was not marked. I only know that the Life Alliance had been established at that time, and our enemies are darkness and death."

"Do darkness and death also share a saint?"

"Not sure."

Philomena shook her head and returned to the previous topic. She really cared about Wayne and advised: "The goddess cannot be desecrated. Don't joke with your life. For the sake of our children, don't compete for the son of the saint."

"Child?!" Wayne's face turned pale.

"Yeah."

Philomena leaned on Wayne's shoulder. Although she hadn't done it yet, she had already thought of a name. She squinted her eyes and said: "The boy will be named Damian and the girl will be named Helena. What do you think?"

"..."

Wayne: (._.=゜一゜)

"Speak up!"

"I think there is a man named Clark on the Chosen Continent. He is the love of my life."

"Ah?"