Restarting the myth

People's physiques cannot be generalized.

Keith, Julian and others were unable to resist Sigma's ability and became puppets under his control. Wayne only felt that it was noisy.

Although the ancient god was also noisy, he was not noisy. At least his voice sounded very attractive and he was really reasonable.

Unlike Sigma, he was like a decoration team working on a septic tank. The electric drill was buzzing and flies were buzzing, making people upset.

Shut up!

No, that's not your mouth, it's a septic tank. Shut up the tank!

Wayne's eyes were fierce, and he punched Sigma in the face with a punch. The moment the opponent landed, his bent knees suddenly straightened, crushed the ground and bounced out.

Boom!

At this time, Sigma fell heavily to the ground and bounced lightly in the air.

The powerful knee top roared like a cannonball, hitting Sigma's chest, exploding with the dull sound of broken bones and sunken chest.

Sigma seemed to have hit a high-speed car. His body bent and flew backwards for more than ten meters, hitting the big tree in the garden, shaking the treetops.

Wayne didn't give him time to react. He rushed to him with a few steps, waving his fists continuously, hitting his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by the dull sound of beating drums, blood flew out of Sigma's mouth like money, and blood arrows shot around, falling heavily on Wayne's fists and face.

Sigma's face flickered rapidly, like a display screen. Because of the continuous and strong collision, the screen flickered and could not be stable.

Wayne couldn't understand Sigma's immortality. It didn't matter. There was no absolute immortality in the world, and his vest death knight was no exception.

Sigma's immortality was nothing more than supported by special abilities. If he was beaten until his energy was exhausted and his blood bar was exposed, there would be only one way to die.

Wayne's arms swung like the wind, faster and faster, and the friction with the air made a hissing sound.

This was the first time he let go of his physical strength. Before, for one reason or another, he was somewhat unsatisfied. The joy brought by the full release made him intoxicated, and the four light spots representing the essence of life jumped violently.

The six-pointed star was connected into a line, earth, fire, water, wind, space, and me, and the lines were embedded into a whole.

It was not over yet, and the six light spots were connected again, redrawing the hexagonal pattern outside the six-pointed star.

Wayne, who was punching selflessly, did not notice these, but only knew that the power in his body was endless, and the more he dug, the greater it was. His fist was wrapped with flames, destroying Sigma's body with powerful force, and then adding a second attack with the fire element.

In a corner of the garden, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the ground was in a mess.

Sigma tried to resist, but every time he raised his arms, his chest sank and the intense pain swept through his body and forced him to give up. The tree he leaned against had bent to its limit. As Wayne punched through his chest, the front of his fist hit the trunk, and the tree snapped in half.

This tree has a long history in St. Dominic's Cathedral. It was planted by a cardinal when the Father Church was not yet weakened in Windsor.

The cardinal was promoted to Pope ten years later, and the tree rose with the tide, and its symbolic meaning became even more extraordinary.

Crack!

Wayne punched through Sigma's chest. The rising power made him eager to vent. He pressed Sigma's face to the ground, closed his fist and inhaled, and then he was crazy again.

This time he didn't hit the tree, but the ground.

Sigma was like a piece of rag, pressed to the ground and rubbed. His vitality was extremely tenacious. He died hundreds of times but couldn't die.

The ability that he was proud of became Wayne's biggest accomplice in torturing him. He stretched out his trembling fingers and drew an inverted pentagram magic circle on the ground.

Sigma spent fifteen seconds and sacrificed a lot of life to complete the palm-sized magic circle.

The black light surged, and Wayne was overturned by the black light. He flipped in the air and landed gently. He stepped back several steps before stopping.

His fists were itchy, and his muscles were cheering. He wanted to do it again.

At this time, Wayne noticed that the hexagram in his body was completely formed, not when he was reading a book or writing a diary, but when he was fighting with his fists.

"Sure enough, magicians and muscles are more suitable..."

After waiting for many days for the hexagram to take shape, Wayne thought he would be very excited, but at this time, he was not too happy, and his heart was calm.

He took a deep breath and looked at the black robe on Sigma's body. The word "greed" was written on his bloody face.

The chest was broken, no, it was pierced, but the black robe was still intact, not even stained with blood. This... This is clearly the one he lost before.

No wonder it has not been found, it turned out that you stole it.

Hateful, I must return it to its original owner today!

Sigma stood up, holding his chest, and looked at Wayne in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but could only cough repeatedly.

"You can't even take a beating, and you still say you are the devil's minions, go to hell!"

Wayne smiled hideously, and the throbbing muscles made him unbearable, and he couldn't wait to pounce on Sigma.

Sigma was in a state of confusion, and died hundreds of times in a row. The intense pain made him unable to maintain his rationality, fearing that he would fall into the situation of being passively beaten again. The faces on his face jumped rapidly, overlapping and merging into one.

A face that is not handsome, but undoubtedly very elegant.

The eyes are deep and bright, revealing the light of wisdom, and the two eyebrows are thick and long, like two knight swords, guarding the restrained thoughts and emotions.

Deep, wise, like a philosopher who is thinking.

"Ahhhh————"

Sigma's body swelled rapidly, and his figure rose to more than two meters. He couldn't help but wail because he took over too many thoughts at once.

At the same time, his swollen physique made his head look disproportionate.

His eyes were red, and he spit out white steam. The soreness and itchiness of the muscles wriggling under his skin made him extremely painful. He took off his slightly tight black robe, revealing a strong and terrifying body.

His naked body was muscular, and the veins under his skin were twisted and throbbing. With the violent rise and fall of his chest, the tight muscles continued to swell.

His body temperature was extremely high, and the hot air he exhaled was visible to the naked eye. The hot wind spread through the muscles and skin, forming an air mass around him, making his body look distorted and unreal.

Sigma's eyes were red, his whole face turned crimson purple, his heart was pounding, and the blood rushed through his blood vessels at an accelerated speed, as if it could burst at any time.

He took a step forward, his body was slightly unstable, and after two steps, he suddenly increased his speed, his bear-like body knocked through the air, carrying a rolling heat wave straight to Wayne.

The hot wind hit his face, and Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly.

His intuition told him that recklessness was not good, it was time to use magic.

His fist told him that it was time to use recklessness at this time!

Wayne's fist was itchy, and every muscle in his body was shaking. The hexagram took shape, and the essence of life ushered in a transformation. He chose to trust his intuition, raised his fist and used physical magic.

The two arrows collided with each other, and the air exploded. The huge sound made the surrounding bushes tremble.

Wayne stepped back a few steps, stepped on a deep pit to relieve the force, and Sigma kept the posture of punching and moved backward a few meters, and his feet plowed two traces on the lawn of the garden.

He looked at Wayne in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief, muttering that it was impossible, absolutely impossible for humans. The horror in his eyes turned into anger, and he roared with heat waves in his mouth, and rushed out again.

Wayne punched hard, without using any fighting skills, and punched recklessly without any thought of dodging. He needed to get familiar with his strength as soon as possible and understand his peak limit.

Bang!

Two figures smashed the corridor wall and hit the cathedral from the garden. This was an office with five desks and a large number of file cabinets.

One big and one small, two beasts who only knew how to do things recklessly collided with each other, wantonly destroying the office, smashing desks one by one, and flipping documents all over the sky.

Sigma pushed his ability to the limit and gathered the strength of countless people. His physical strength had long exceeded the limit of human beings. He punched tirelessly again and again, and the heat around him was steaming, and his figure became more and more blurred.

Fists fell like raindrops, and Wayne felt pleasure in the pain.

He was right. When the hexagram was formed, the essence of life transformed. This was a beginning, not an end. Waiting in place will not help you find your limits. Only by pursuing victory can you become more courageous.

Ten minutes later, Wayne and Sigma went to the fourth office.

Sigma was in a frenzy due to the intense pain. His breathing was rapid and chaotic. Although his punching power did not decrease at all, his steps were far less vigorous than at the beginning.

Wayne became stronger and stronger with each battle. He had already reached his peak. Looking at the figure rushing at him at high speed, he felt calm in his heart. He turned sideways to avoid the punching wind, touched the ground with the toes of his left foot, crossed a semicircle sideways, and shot out with his straight right leg.

The leg wind was heavy and sharp, and the trouser legs made a hissing sound, like a black python hissing and spitting out its tongue, heading straight for Sigma's fragile neck.

The head was Sigma's fatal weakness. It was completely disproportionate to his sturdy limbs and torso, especially the neck. Although it was thicker, it still looked thin and funny overall.

The powerful whip kick came towards him, and Sigma had no time to dodge, so he hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

With a bang, the blocking arm pressed hard on his face, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

With another loud bang, the office wall collapsed, and Sigma flew out of the corridor and landed in front of the warehouse.

His bloodstained body was covered with dust, black and white, his ears were buzzing, and he staggered and climbed up with a trembling body.

A double image flashed across his face, and his ability fell to the brink of collapse. He shook his head to dispel the dizziness and tried to focus his sight to find Wayne's figure.

"Don't look, I'm behind you."

Wayne stepped forward, the earth and rocks under his feet collapsed, and at the moment Sigma turned around, he jumped into the air and hit the opponent's face with his knee.

With a cracking sound of broken bones, Sigma flew into the air, and his already "slender" neck suddenly stretched.

Sigma fell to the ground, spitting blood and breathing foul breath. His breathing was so chaotic that he couldn't control it. He relied on willpower to ensure that his ability did not collapse.

He slowly climbed up with his hands on the ground.

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, refused the champagne that was sent to him, and hit Sigma's left abdomen with a powerful hook.

Warm it up first, drink it later!

Wayne took a step forward, followed by a side arm force, and the front of the fist cut a sharp arc and hit Sigma's face heavily. At the moment when he leaned back and was about to fall, he took a small step forward, hugged the other's tilted body, and knocked him to the ground.

Combo triggered!

Wayne grabbed Sigma's ankle, lifted him up, first elbowed the other's thigh, and then hugged this thick thigh and threw it far away.

He was extremely fast, lowering his head and leaning forward. Sigma stood up shakily, and was hit by a series of left and right hooks, his face was covered in blood, and then he was hit by a knee to the chest and flew away.

Boom!

The warehouse wall was dented, spider web patterns appeared, and Sigma was embedded in the wall, completely motionless.

He was steaming, his swollen muscles contracted, and he returned to his original appearance. His empty eyes stared at the ground, losing focus and gradually becoming gray and lightless.

This time, his face no longer jumped, and blood flowed down the wall and gathered into a pool on the ground.

Boom!

The afterimage flashed, and the heavy warehouse wall collapsed and shattered.

Wayne collapsed Sigma's chest with a punch and smashed him into the warehouse. Looking at the motionless corpse, he kicked the bent head with a powerful kick.

Bang!

A head flew out, smashed on the wall, and smeared everywhere.

After repeated finishing blows, Wayne could barely confirm that the enemy was really dead.

But it was not enough!

He waved his hand to summon the fire element, inserted five fingers into the muddy chest, and roasted it into charcoal from the inside out.

Only by repeatedly finishing off the enemy without destroying the body, the villains do this. The positive characters know to leave the body. Otherwise, there is no evidence. Wayne has no evidence to prove that the theft of the cathedral warehouse has nothing to do with him.

After solving the enemy, Wayne wiped the blood mud on his face and smeared it into a ball. A ball of water vapor appeared in front of him, washing away the filth on his hands.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains, put on white gloves, and picked up the first area.

The statues are exquisite and gorgeous, with a long history and great collection value. The imitation armor and weapons are also from famous masters. Although they are fakes, the artistic elements are as high as two or three floors, and they can be sold for a lot of money.

"It's a pity that the trunk is not that big, and these treasures are not for me." Wayne touched around and shook his head regretfully.

"Wayne, Mr. Wayne..."

The bound Bishop Keith opened his eyes and saw Wayne's sneaky figure in a daze.

"What is Wayne? You've been my dog, but you're still thinking about outsiders." Wayne lowered his voice, stepped forward, and knocked Keith unconscious with a knife.

He entered the second area of ​​the warehouse, found a box, poured the precious jewelry into it, and carried it to the garden with a grunt, and controlled the vines to transfer it underground.

"Oh, and the robe, I almost forgot to return it to the original owner."

Then Wayne went to the third area and took away nearly a hundred precious ancient books.

One third was left for borrowing next time.

After everything was done, Wayne summoned water vapor to wash his face, took back the white gloves and came to Keith.

The vines loosened and put down all the clergy. Wayne called out loudly, his tone was urgent, and his serious face seemed to be guarding justice!

"Bishop Keith, Bishop, wake up."

"..."

Keith opened his eyes dazedly, touched the back of his neck, and said with a breath of cold air: "Mr. Wayne, why did you knock me out just now?"

"Bishop Keith, what nonsense are you talking about? I just defeated the devil's followers. When did I attack you?"

Wayne looked surprised and puzzled: "Think about it again, did you remember it wrong, or did you see the wrong person?"

Is that so?

Keith's head was dizzy, and he felt that his mind was drained, and his muscles were sore all over. After thinking carefully, he felt dizzy and dizzy just now, and he might have seen it wrong.

"Oh no, servant of the devil!"

Keith woke up from a dream and jumped up from the ground.

He only remembered that he chased to the cafe, and then his eyes went black, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Keith patted his head with a broken fragment, and tried to recall: "I remember that I confessed to my father, and there was another night, many people, and black candles..."