Restarting the myth

The flame curtain bloomed and spread out with lightning speed, causing unimaginable high temperature and pressure in a very short moment.

Destroy and destroy.

The ground was seared and cracked by the flames, and countless millipedes withered and burned at this moment. The sound of crackling fried beans only lasted for three to five seconds before returning to calm.

The fire all over the sky dissipated, and wisps of black smoke broke through the cracked surface, whistling like a siren.

The flames destroyed the insect swarms on the surface in one fell swoop, and wiped out the millipedes dormant underground. The high temperature distorted the air, and toxic gases from burning were everywhere.

Wayne raised his hand and the strong wind swept the poisonous gas high into the sky, cooling the hot air at the same time.

The four earthen walls spread out, and he jumped to the roof of the car. He glanced at Bishop Keith who was holding a Bible in his hand, and said to Darcy: "Are you the person in charge of the church's stronghold in Jianhe County, third-level deacon Darcy?"

"Yes, I am Darcy. Who is your Excellency?"

Darcy still had a look of shock on his face, marveling at Wayne's powerful elemental affinity, as well as his unimaginable thinking and magic power.

After reaching the Silver Cross stage of cultivation, the magician's control of elemental magic is no longer limited by the amount of the four elements stored in the body. At this stage, the silver mage can directly mobilize the four elements free in nature with his thinking and magic power, and his own strength has greatly improved. , ushered in a significant improvement.

It's no surprise that Darcy is a Silver Mage.

The scary thing is contrast. Without contrast, there is no harm. Without contrast, there is no gap.

The fire magic released by Wayne is powerful and destructive. It not only requires an extremely large amount of magic power to back it up, but also requires powerful thinking to control and shape it.

Without a strong mind, the fire magic just now would not kill the insect swarm quickly and effectively, and the bus would definitely be affected.

Wayne's ability to release magic covering a huge area in a short period of time proves that his elemental affinity is extraordinary.

Thinking, magic, elemental affinity, all-powerful like a monster!

The above is Darcy's inference, and it cannot be wrong. After all, this is common sense.

He just overestimated Wayne's rank. The latter did not have the magical attainments of the Silver Cross, and the six-pointed star had not yet been formally connected.

Wayne's ability to achieve this step stems from his daily uninterrupted meditation. He has been adhering to the small goal of communicating with nature.

Communicate with the sky, the earth, and every part of nature, and be recognized by nature. With the same thinking and magic, the destructive power caused by magic is incomparable.

Wayne hasn't succeeded yet, but he sees signs of success, and the fire magic just now is the best evidence.

Of course, it is currently limited to flames. Without meditation, he can only seduce the fire element.

Getting back to the topic, Wayne reported his name, showed the Nature Church's security certificate, and said: "I came from Lundan today and was delayed for some time on the way. When I arrived at the base, I learned that you were invited to Nanjian Hejun District was investigating the insect infestation and suspected that the matter was not that simple, so I came to take a look. "

"Lord Muji."

Darcy called out respectfully.

Some time ago, I learned that a leader was parachuted into the Lundan headquarters. He didn't say anything, and he was somewhat unhappy in his heart. He couldn't be seen by anyone, and he didn't do any work. He was just a gold-plated bastard.

They are all gangsters, so it’s okay for him to have sex with him.

Now I don’t think so, he really can’t do it.

The black car drove up and Andre's appearance once again proved Wayne's identity.

The bus was swaying on the road. I don't know where it broke down. It was emitting black smoke. A group of people who had escaped from death looked curiously at the black limousine in front of them.

People worship the strong, especially in the extraordinary world.

As soon as Wayne arrived in Jianhe County, he gained a group of supporters, which was much more effective than the three firepowers of a new official. In the future, when he goes on business trips to further his studies, there will be people who will take the initiative to explain to him without having to speak in person.

In the black car, Andre continued to act as the driver, Bishop Keith sat in the passenger seat holding a Bible, and Wayne and Darcy sat in the back seat.

"It has nothing to do with the fog, it's a black magician..."

After understanding the cause and effect, Wayne took out a glass jar from his arms, which contained several millipedes. He had collected them on the way here and planned to send them back to the Lundam headquarters as samples.

"The black magician is planning to leave us behind to kill and silence him. If the plan fails, he will probably flee from Nanjianhe County. It will not be so easy to catch him next time." Darcy shook his head.

Black magicians are wanted criminals in the magic world. They travel around the world committing crimes and have no fixed residence. They change places every time they are shot. They are harder to catch than rabbits.

Wayne frowned when he heard this. Although the insect infestation had been effectively controlled and timely management had not caused irreversible effects, it was really unpleasant that the mastermind absconded and was not caught.

I couldn't get rid of all the bad things, and I felt uncomfortable sleeping at night.

"Maybe there's still a chance."

Bishop Keith, who had never spoken, expressed his opinion: "A group of more than ten of us investigated the insect plague, and the black magician quickly came to kill him. In addition to his guilty conscience, his own strength was unable to cope with Lundan's powerful magician. He could also prove two Speculation."

"First, he monitored our actions. Nanjianhe County is so big that it is impossible for him to observe every aspect. It can only mean that we happened to pass by his lair when we were investigating."

"Secondly, he spent a lot of effort transforming the millipede, and he couldn't move his home base in a short time. He didn't want to waste his efforts, so he took the risk to hunt down our group."

Bishop Keith's reasoning was logical, and Wayne had also thought of this, but unfortunately, the black magician never showed up from beginning to end, and he might have been scared away.

Wayne put himself in the villain's mind. If he was a black magician, he would definitely flee far away when his strength was insufficient and he was exposed, saving his life first and then thinking about other things.

On the other side, Darcy followed Keith's reasoning and suddenly thought of something: "Keith, do you remember the rancher? I remember he said that the insect plague in the next village has reached the point where the insects are gnawing at the corpses, and the cattle shed in the ranch has also been harassed by the insect swarm."

"You mean, the black magician's nest is in the village next to the ranch?"

"Yes, if we rush over now, we may be able to catch him." Darcy looked at Wayne, waiting for the latter to decide.

"Turn around, if you can't catch him alive, leave the body behind!"

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The mist was diffused, and houses were scattered on both sides of the road.

There were few lights in the village, and it was unusually quiet. There were only a few barks of dogs, and then there was no other sound. Because of the insect plague, the villagers went home early, and the usual entertainment activities were forced to stop.

The mist was emitted from the millipedes, carrying a slight toxin. Dozens or hundreds of millipedes had little effect, but after forming a certain scale, they were not so friendly to the humans living nearby.

The symptoms of poisoning are drowsiness, fatigue and fatigue. If things go on like this, the toxins will penetrate into the bone marrow, and their flesh and blood will become the most delicious delicacy for the insects.

There is an abandoned barn in the southeast of the village.

The barn has fallen into disrepair and collapsed in one corner, and the surrounding area is overgrown with weeds. Except for a very small number of adulterers, few people are interested in it nearby.

Recently, there are even fewer people, and people are tired and sleepy, and the stress-relieving activities that are beneficial to physical and mental health have been stopped.

The millipedes built a nest under the barn. The dark and humid environment is suitable for them to reproduce and thrive. The sound of rustling crawled through, and at the end of the nest, a door covered the light.

The dark and narrow insect tunnel is only wide enough for one person to pass through by bending over. After passing through a wooden door, the laboratory inside is much more spacious.

In ten square meters, except for a laboratory table and a chair, the rest of the space is filled with bottles and jars.

The life of black magicians is not easy. Everyone shouts and beats them, and there are special bounty hunters staring at their heads.

But the black magicians themselves do not think so. They have lofty pursuits and disdain to be in the same boat with the secular people. They claim to be the pioneers of freedom who break the shackles and gain happiness and satisfaction in the ancient alchemy.

The black magicians firmly believe that the reason they are excluded is not because of the bloody and cruel means, but because the truth they pursue breaks the monopoly of the inherent class, and the vulgar people in the magic world are jealous of their talents.

Quinton is such a black magician. He was originally an entomologist at Jianhe University. He is obsessed with insects and finds infinite potential in insects. He firmly believes that insects are the masters of nature.

Especially the arthropods that have existed in ancient times, which are ancient, mysterious and extremely charming.

Quinton's research on insects has reached the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. As a researcher who has gotten rid of vulgar interests, his research cannot make money and it is difficult to apply for funding. He has persisted for many years by relying on love.

Until one day, a mysterious man found the poor Quinton. The mysterious man did not provide funds, but only gave him an alchemy book and a half-human, half-insect statue.

Quinton gained knowledge from alchemy and magic from the statue. His mind was also polluted, and he liked dark environments like insects.

He focused on the research of millipedes and built his own laboratory in Nanjianhe County, trying to use alchemy to revive millipedes from ancient times.

The bottles and jars were filled with failed experiments. Because of an accidental fog invasion, Quinton's experiment made a breakthrough.

He successfully created two types of millipedes.

One has amazing reproductive capacity. Because of the fog, it has an unknown mutation and can secrete mist in its body;

The other is huge, with an invulnerable shell, amazing strength and bite force.

The first millipede caused the insect plague in Nanjianhe County, and the experiment was very successful. The second one was not so lucky. It needed fog to nourish it continuously, otherwise it would die soon.

In order to protect his masterpiece and to make himself close to perfection, Quinton had an extremely crazy idea after offering sacrifices to the statue.

He used alchemy to combine himself and the insect into a whole.

The experiment was very successful. After repeated transformations, Quinton transplanted the millipede's limb trunk to himself and gained the ability to control the insect swarm.

At this time, he looked like a half-human, half-insect statue. He gained more power from the fog, deeply believed that his life was sublimated, and became more obsessed with insects.

Later, Quinton met the mysterious man again, who praised his new life and reminded him to hide himself.

The mysterious man introduced the magic world, a dregs world with long rules.

Quinton's new life broke the possibility of evolution and would inevitably be opposed by the vulgar, especially the magicians who claimed to be righteous. Once they came to him, all his experimental results would be burned.

Quinton received a warning and kept a low profile and never made any big moves, focusing all his attention on research.

Until today, a group of more than ten people launched an investigation into the insect plague.

Unlike the previous entomologists, this group of people came from the magic world. If they were not silenced, they would inevitably attract more attention.

Then, Quinton's operation to silence the witnesses failed. Most of his children died. He didn't care about the heartache and hurriedly moved the laboratory.

"Number 584, the only remaining sample, is very precious and must not be abandoned."

"Number 001, this is the initial experimental sample, which is of great significance and cannot be abandoned."

"Number 6921, a very mature sample, there are follow-up research projects..."

"Special sample number ssni..."

After counting them one by one, Quinton found that he couldn't move. The laboratory carried his hard work. Every bottle and jar was a treasure. There was no distinction between good and bad. They were all priceless treasures.

Boom! ! !

Suddenly, the ground shook and the laboratory shook violently.

The vessels that preserved the samples were broken into pieces, the formaldehyde solution flowed everywhere, and the samples that he regarded as treasures were scattered all over the ground.

Quinton didn't understand why, and his perspective switched to the swarm of insects outside the barn. He found that the ground was rumbling and bulging, and the woven net interspersed with vines dug the entire laboratory out of the ground.

The magician came to the door!

Quinton was not afraid. Looking at the collapsed laboratory, he only felt unspeakable anger in his heart. He roared and controlled the swarm of insects to launch an endless offensive against the intruders.

The familiar flames burned the sky, the high temperature distorted the air, and the dry and hot environment made the swarm of insects feel uncomfortable. One by one, they twisted and curled up until they dried up and burned.

Several millipedes over three meters in size drilled out of the ground. They were the strongest guards of the laboratory. They were invulnerable to swords and guns, and had infinite strength. They were the top predators in ancient times that Quinton resurrected.

Facts have proved that invulnerability does not mean invulnerability to water and fire. The top predators in ancient times were also afraid of fire.

Under the purposeful and targeted attack of the flames, the cuticle of the giant millipede cracked, and pairs of tentacles burned red and charred. It didn't last for a few seconds, and the expanding gas hissed out of the body, curled up and burned into ashes.

"Asshole, look at what you have done!"

Quinton rushed out of the collapsed laboratory, his red eyes locked on the vulgar, his chest bulged, and he gasped for hot air.

What is this, a human, a bug?

It's too weird!

The lower half of Quinton's body was replaced by the limbs of a millipede, and the high temperature burned the white coat he was wearing. On both sides of his chest and abdomen, the tentacles moved, rubbing against each other and making rustling sounds.

Wayne's scalp was numb, the scene was so shocking that he got goose bumps all over his body.

He could accept tentacles, but not bugs, especially bugs that were magnified and then combined with humans. He waved his hand to roll up a large piece of vines, wrapped around Quinton and slammed him to the ground.

"Huh, it's over so soon?"

"The villains are so weak this time!"

The battle ended in a short moment, and it couldn't even be called a battle. Wayne came to the house to demolish and set fire, violently destroying the owner's hard work and slapping him.

After the battle, Darcy and Keith led their brothers to clean up the place.

They cleaned up the laboratory and packed up the well-preserved utensils and took them away. As for the rest, because they didn't know insects and couldn't tell whether the samples were important or not, they picked some strange ones and burned the rest.

Soon, a magician dug up the most important discovery of this trip.

Statue!

The statue is half human and half insect, and it is very similar to Quinton's image. This attracted the close attention of Bishop Keith. After repeatedly studying the statue for a while, he confirmed that the other party was an evil god from hell.

"Thousand-eyed demon!"

"???"

Wayne's forehead was filled with question marks. Bishop, did you see it wrong? Where did the thousand eyes come from? The thousand-footed demon is more like it.

Hell is the mortal enemy of heaven. When it comes to the evil god of hell, Bishop Keith is a professional, and Wayne has no right to question it.

He is just curious. The black magician believes in the evil god of hell and creates an insect plague in Nanjianhe County. Bishop Keith invites Darcy to investigate together...

Is there a possibility that Keith knew that there were believers of the evil god in the local area early on, and was worried that he was not capable enough, so he asked Darcy to find a scapegoat?

"Pastor Wayne, this incident involves the belief in the evil god. Can the black magician and the evil god statue be handed over to our Heavenly Father Church for safekeeping?" Keith looked at Wayne seriously.

Wayne waved his hand and said readily: "Yes, but I have to ask the headquarters of Lundan first, and they have to nod their heads."

No problem at all, let's go through the process!

Keith watched the statue of the god being carried onto the bus, and circled around Wayne for several times. Seeing that the latter left no room for maneuver, he turned around and looked for Darcy.

Keith: Good brother, help me.

Darcy: Who said that to your brother? You pagan, don't speak without thinking. Didn't you see my leader next to you?

...

That night.

A group of people returned to Jianhe City safely.

Keith contacted the Lendan Diocese as soon as possible, explaining the cause and effect of the Thousand Eyes Demon and the Evil God Statue. Now the statue was detained by the Natural Church, and he had no ability to ask for it back. He hoped that the Archbishop would send someone to deal with it.

In addition, after this night, the incident that had been investigated fruitlessly before was locked on the Thousand Eyes Demon. The dean was right. The belief in the evil god was spreading inside Jianhe University.

"Bishop Keith, the pastor of the Natural Church in Jianhe County is named Wayne, right?"

"Yes."

"Very good, you can ask him to assist in the investigation. No matter what his request is, whether it is excessive or not, you must satisfy him and make sure he accepts the commission."

"Why..."

"Don't ask, just follow orders."