Restarting the myth

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wayne punched the evil god one punch after another, red crystals flew, and the evil god's body was quickly annihilated under the corrosion of death.

It won't be long before the evil god's mind facing death will also wither.

Wayne was extremely calm at this moment. He did not borrow the power of the Death Knight. The big eyeball in the middle of the Book of Greed looked at the smaller "Death" eyeball, dyeing his magic into gray and cold.

Wayne found peace in death, calm mind and calm body. The calm mind allowed him to maintain a high degree of rationality, and the calm body made him immune to blood magic.

Especially the latter, which is very important.

It cannot be said that the evil god is too weak. A glance knocked down the silver mage, which shows how powerful he is.

This is only the case when part of the mind descended, attached to a dying weak body, and weakened in all aspects.

It can only be said that the evil god met the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

Wayne was not affected by blood magic at all. The power of death transformed himself into a living undead, which was hard to call a human.

And there were no side effects. He switched in one second and turned in and out smoothly.

Xifei was ecstatic, and Gangplank was grinning from ear to ear. In any church, this was the chosen son of God and the favorite of God.

Let's get back to the point. The evil god was pressed to the ground and rubbed. The body he was living in was corroded by the breath of death. He could only rely on blood crystals to survive.

He thought it was a 50-50 match. He couldn't control Wayne's blood, and Wayne couldn't hurt his mind. It ended in a draw.

The life essences of the two were not at the same level. Mortals could drive gods back to the void, but they couldn't really kill a god.

The result was beyond the evil god's expectation. Wayne controlled not only death magic, but also the rules of death, which were enough to erase his mind.

Impossible. This kid didn't even have the golden triangle. He was a million miles away from being a legendary wizard. How could he be qualified to control the power of God?

He was the illegitimate son of the goddess of death?

There are always some special existences among magicians, ignoring the rules, breaking the rules, and even redefining the rules. The evil god was very upset. He encountered a strange person in the first step of his descent. He was also very unlucky.

The blood-colored crystal was broken several times, and then reorganized several times to avoid the pervasive invasion of death.

For his own plan, the evil god had to put down his posture: "Young magician, there is a god in front of you. He can satisfy all your wishes, wealth, power, endless knowledge..."

If people have strength, gods will also sit down and talk properly.

Wayne was so calm that he was very frugal with words. Seeing that the evil god's thoughts were scattered and difficult to capture, he closed his eyes and stopped chasing.

The evil god was overjoyed. He knew that human desires were endless. Everyone has weaknesses, and no one can resist the temptation of the devil.

Then he saw eight tentacles coming out from behind Wayne. The gray tentacles condensed by the power of death would destroy them if they touched them, and even his thoughts could not resist them.

Gan!

Don't you have anything you want!

The tentacles shuttled through the holy magic circle, interweaving and dividing, interweaving and dividing again, and every time they touched, they would erase part of the evil god's thoughts.

The evil god was extremely angry. He didn't have much thoughts to come to the human world. If he continued like this, the plans he had prepared for many years and the several deals he had reached with the Bart family would be written off by death.

Especially the dragon blood, the information he had obtained at a high price, and he had spent countless efforts to reshape it. He would never give it to others as a wedding dress.

If you can't get it, destroy it!

No one can stop him from coming to the human world!

The blood crystals reunited and expanded to a red crystal sphere with a diameter of five meters. At the moment when the eight tentacles completed the encirclement, it exploded and broke into pieces with a bang.

Hundreds of red crystal venomous snakes flew and swam, gnawing at the holy light magic barrier arranged by Kerr. Although most of them were shattered by the death tentacles, some of them still managed to break through.

Wayne was not surprised by this. Gray mist rolled in his eyes. He raised one arm to open the death barrier. The gray barrier opened the curtain, blocking all the exits of the corridor, vowing to cut off all the thoughts of the evil god.

"Hehehe————"

The gray barrier echoed with wild laughter, and the pressure full of anger and destruction rose steadily behind Wayne. He turned around in surprise, and the magic circle for purifying dragon blood was shaking violently.

The terrifying high temperature melted the surface into magma, and the lava flames erupted like a volcanic eruption. Wayne retreated repeatedly, and his clothes suddenly caught fire.

He slapped the flames on his body, took two steps forward and grabbed Kerr's wrist, looked at the terrifying figure slowly condensing in the flames, frowned and walked away.

It was a burning dragon, made of pure dragon blood, and resurrected under the control of blood magic. From scales to claws, even roars and dragon power were vivid.

As Wayne walked away, he stared at the dragon and saw a ball of golden dragon blood in its translucent chest.

The dragon blood was being consumed rapidly, indicating that the dragon could not last long, but...

The evil god's thoughts escaped during this gap!

"Roar, roar, roar————"

The dragon landed on all fours, folded its wings, and rushed towards Wayne, roaring.

Wayne had no expression on his face. He held Kerr in one hand and played hide-and-seek with the dragon in the caves that stretched in all directions. While confusing the dragon, he led it step by step to the abyss at the end of the waterway.

"Has the evil god been destroyed?"

While going around in circles, Kerr's head hit the stone wall and he woke up with stars in his eyes.

"No." Wayne said briefly and ran forward.

"Then why are you still here? Don't say you didn't see it. Go to Bart Manor quickly. The evil god has gone to find Oga. I have made some moves and should be able to hold him back for a while." Kerr urged hurriedly.

But soon, he understood why Wayne didn't chase the evil god and had to go around in the sewer.

"Roar, roar, roar————"

The evil dragon spit out flames and chased after him. The high-temperature fire wall evaporated water vapor and burned all directions in a red fire. When it was closest, the fire wall had already ignited Kerr's hair.

"Hurry, throw me down. His target is you, not me." Kerr screamed in horror.

Pah!

Wayne knocked him out with a knife. This was the worst teammate he had ever led. He talked too much nonsense.

In front of him, the abyss was in sight, and the dragon behind him had also chased after him.

Wayne stopped, dispelling the gray mist in his eyes, a vertical line split open on his chest, and a tentacle stretched out and put the dark ring on his hand.

Wayne raised his finger to the dragon. It might be a coincidence that the dark ring was worn on his middle finger.

"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

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The roar of the dragon echoed in every corner of the underground river, and the two golden hairs who were lost also heard something vaguely.

"Willie, did you hear any sound?"

"Well, your stomach is growling, gurgling."

"Shut up, no."

Because the totems at the entrance were different and the blood that opened the door was different, Veronica and Willy fell into another waterway. Not only did they not find the marks left by Wayne along the way, but they also lost their way tragically.

As they walked, Willy was a little hungry and threw the pot to Veronica.

The two came to the end of the waterway, and there was a shallow beach in front of them. With the help of the spore vision, Veronica saw a figure kneeling on one knee.

The figure was wearing tattered armor, kneeling on one knee, one hand on the chest, with a knight's long sword in front of him.

Willy raised her hand and shot out the sunlight. The knight's body had long since decayed, and the bones had turned into soil, leaving only the armor in the kneeling position when he was alive.

The armor that once shone with light is now dull, covered with mottled rust, worn at the edges, and even has gaps in many places.

Although the knight is dead, his mind is not dead, and his pursuit of honor and faith is deeply imprinted in the armor and the long sword.

Sensing the long-lost sunlight, the knight armor slowly stood up, drew out the long sword and pointed it at Veronica.

Veronica was shocked. She only had dragon blood, not a dragon. The brainless knight obviously found the wrong target.

Willy was stunned for a moment, and then a stronger sunlight was emitted, covering herself and Veronica at the same time. The knight armor retracted the long sword, a ray of thought flashed, and strode around the two people and walked forward.

It sensed the breath of the evil dragon.

…

Abyssal cliffs.

The dragon chased Wayne and stepped into the trap woven by darkness, and fell off the cliff with one foot.

The rumbling underground seawater rolled back, extinguishing the flames and rising endless heat waves, consuming the dragon blood in the heart of the dragon at a very fast speed.

After the dragon blood was exhausted, the dragon lost its energy core, and its body collapsed and dissipated automatically.

Wayne drowned the dragon with almost no effort.

After solving the mobile disaster, Wayne was very grateful. Fortunately, the dragon made of dragon blood had no brain and was not born on the surface, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He could feel how terrible the high temperature in the flames was, almost catching up with the person who was in the radiation and didn't know the radiation.

Wayne's face was solemn. The evil god would rather waste dragon blood to complete his descent. It was not as simple as living in Oga's body. What's the use of living in a weak maid? The evil god's thoughts could not all descend, and the final result could only be a seat in the lunatic asylum.

"However, Dragon Heart Island will also be reduced to ruins."

Wayne took a deep breath, and his five fingers reached into the void and pulled violently...pulled, pulled...didn't pull it out.

"What's going on? Where did my big vest go?"

Wayne's eyes shrank suddenly. He lost contact with Shadow Nightmare and could not transform into Death Knight on Dragon Heart Island.

"Is the distance too far?"

"No, I can sense Shadow Nightmare. It shouldn't be a problem of distance..."

Wayne closed his eyes tightly, and his mind jumped to the vision of Shadow Nightmare. He gave orders as the master, and his sight followed his mind across thousands of mountains and rivers, across oceans and even a world, and saw the Death Knight sitting on the throne of bones.

To be precise, it should be the undead infantry who lost his horse and head.

The undead infantry took down Shadow Nightmare, and a wisp of thought looked at Wayne, and the cold and desperate breath of death came to his face.

Oh my god, the victim has come to the door!

Wayne hurriedly cut off contact with Shadow Nightmare. The information provided by Yulia was wrong. The previous Death Knight was not missing. He had always been there.

His beloved horse had trained him for so long under his crotch, which made him good at riding and shooting. Is it okay for the victim?

"It just happened to be at this time..."

Wayne secretly thought it was bad luck. The victim didn't come earlier or later, but just happened to catch Shadow Nightmare at the critical moment of the evil god's arrival. What should he do? Now he chased after the evil god and apologized to him?

"What bad luck!"

Wayne's back squirmed, and six tentacles extended out, climbing all the way down the waterway. When he encountered a stone wall blocking the way, he directly corroded it with the breath of death.

When he arrived at the shipyard reservoir, he threw Kerr away, and the six tentacles behind him squirmed and turned into six pale flesh wings.

Spores attached to the fleshy wings, and green leaves grew on them.

It doesn't matter if he looks scary. Just put on some makeup and a filter, and he looks decent.

Wayne waved his six wings and took off. The speed was not fast, but the air force was moving in a straight line, which was definitely faster than walking or even driving.

Flying in the sky with such a look would inevitably attract passers-by to watch, and there would be many people who would reshape their worldview.

Wayne couldn't care less. Reshaping his worldview was better than dying. He had to survive first, and only after surviving could he consider other things.

On the ground, Kerr was blown to the corner by the storm, and the back of his head hit the wall with a bang.

The unlucky guy didn't know how many times he had hit his head today.

He looked up dizzily, watching the six wings fluttering away, muttering "angel", and then closed his eyes and passed out again.

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Bart Manor, in the maid's room.

The white ceiling peeled off in dazzling red, and an inverted pentagram magic circle emerged, projecting the blood totem of hell.

A red light wrapped in a few golden lines crawled out of the totem, and the bloody red eyes turned around, but could not find the maid Oga in the room.

"Hehehe————"

The evil god sensed the position of the maid, and the strange roar rolled up the red bloody wind and rushed over. He ran into the holy light defense and yelled in anger again.

Time and time again, it was like this every time, why is the road to success always so tortuous.

Kerr moved the maid and gave her a cross necklace, saying that wearing it close to the body can calm the mind and help sleep, and help relieve sleepwalking.

He is Master Lundan, he has a lot of words, and Oga decided to believe it.

But obviously, some tricks can't hold the evil god for too long, but if Kerr is a little more ruthless and pushes Oga off the cliff to death, there will be no evil god today.

Oga heard some noises and thought it was a mosquito, so she waved a few times and didn't care.

Suddenly, she felt very sleepy. She thought the cross was not reliable at all. She yawned and fell asleep.

After a short stalemate, the evil god was more skilled and successfully broke through the holy light defense and entered the maid's body. With the help of this body, he completed his descent.

The maid Oga had the holy spirit physique that the church dreamed of. The strange physique could carry more thoughts. Although there were strengths and weaknesses, it was definitely the first choice for performing the spirit summoning technique, which was more reliable than the golden wizard's summoning of gods.

There are pros and cons, and the holy spirit physique is no exception. It is easy to be possessed by evil gods and evil spirits, and even ordinary souls will be attracted, causing the owner of the holy spirit physique to have nightmares.

Over Bart Manor, a shadow appeared at some point, and a red thunder snake ran in the tragic clouds.

The evil god's thoughts continued to descend, and his power in the world grew rapidly.

The maid Oga's body slowly floated up, her eyes were bloodshot, her mouth was grinning in a terrifying arc, and she raised her arms and laughed a laugh that did not belong to her.

The evil god has arrived!

He took a few strands of golden thread in mid-air and injected the last bit of dragon blood he had taken into his body. The blood of the evil dragon transformed his body, and his strong mind ensured that his body would not collapse because of the dragon blood.

The maid's slender figure soared to two meters, and under the dense scales, her hands and feet turned into dragon claws, and a long tail and wings extended from her back.

On the forehead, the dragon blood was alienated by the evil god's mind, and a pair of curved horns grew backwards.

"That's it, this is what I want!"

The evil god clenched his claws and felt the surging power in his body. The dragon blood suffered heavy losses, which was seriously inconsistent with his original plan. With only this little power, he could not realize his grand plan.

Thinking of this, he cast his eyes on Crescent Bay, where there was an ownerless faith waiting to be harvested.

Poseidon!!