Restarting the myth

Anastasia's home is located in the suburbs of the West District, in a rather old dark castle.

It is secluded, desolate, and sparsely populated, with a horror movie style.

It is very close to the West District Cemetery.

The castle is empty, and the interior decoration is simple. Except for the room Anastasia often uses, other houses have not been decorated and renovated, and look quite dilapidated.

As a saint of transcendent status, this castle is obviously not worthy of her status, but her personality is like this. She has a simple lifestyle and no material pursuits. She even knows very little about the cosmetics that women rely on for survival.

This is a person who has escaped from vulgar tastes and lives a life like an ascetic. Her pursuits and realms are incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Wayne can't understand it, but it doesn't affect his high respect for such people. It is precisely because he can't do it that he admires such people.

"No wonder I can't stand the slightest grievance. It turns out that all the grievances and sufferings have been eaten by you."

A man and a woman alone, in the wilderness, it was pitch black, and there were thunder and lightning outside. Anastasia's heartbeat accelerated a little. When Wayne saw that the rhythm was not right, he quickly said a few witty words to divert attention.

The effect was OK. The patient had strong self-control and could calm down by himself after a while.

Wayne's thoughts spread out, covering the entire dark castle. The upper structure had no bright spots, and the basement was large and spacious, and the decoration was very grand.

The complex magic circle formed an extremely strict defense ban. In the center of the hall, which was dozens of meters wide, there was an altar.

The lights were always on, and the sacrifices were continuous.

The sacrificial statues were shaped by Anastasia's thoughts. There were two, one large and one small. The small one was a pale nest in yellow clothes, and the big one was a pale knight with a blurred face.

The Pale Lair is the faith that Wayne identified for Anastasia, because she herself knows what her true faith is and who she truly believes in, so there is the Pale Knight in the center position.

"You are like this... your condition cannot get better."

Wayne spoke slowly, looking at Anastasia who bowed her head and said nothing, and felt distressed for a moment, struggling whether to allow her to face reality.

After thinking about it, forget it. Facing reality will pay a price, and Senna is the best example.

"Mr. Wayne, it takes a lot of preparation to contact the Dark Goddess. Please wait a moment, it will take about two hours." Anastasia apologized.

Wayne nodded and understood. In his opinion, the so-called contact with the goddess is actually no different from the angels of the Heavenly Father Church. In the words of his hometown, this is called inviting the gods to possess the body.

Because the goddess is of a higher standard and is the ultimate faith of the church, the level is equal to that of the Heavenly Father, so the preparations before inviting the gods are more cumbersome and complicated, and there are more details.

Pray devoutly, bathe, burn incense, clean clothes and tidy up the crown...

Wash away the filth of the body and the distractions of the mind, and welcome the coming of the goddess with the purest attitude.

It only takes two hours for so many preparations, which is already very short. There is no three-day fasting and grand sacrificial activities. Wayne said he can wait.

"There is one more thing..."

Anastasia bit her lip and was ashamed to speak. Wayne checked her inner voice and said sympathetically: "I will deal with the two statues. This is not called blasphemy. You don't have to blame yourself."

Seeing that Anastasia didn't speak, Wayne had to say: "I will leave the statues and will not take away your faith. You can rest assured about this."

Anastasia was pardoned. She went upstairs to bathe, clean her body and mind, and prepare to welcome the dark goddess.

Wayne shook his head again and again. Evolution is really terrible. He promised to give Anastasia an independent self, and the latter also pursued an independent self, but as time went by, the latter still embarked on this road of no return.

This is Anastasia's deepest desire.

In a trance, Wayne seemed to see the green dark goddess.

A pure passerby, to be honest, if he were the dark goddess, and the magic girl he cultivated was bullied by the tentacle monster, he would definitely find ways to make the tentacle monster pay the price.

The contradiction is unsolvable!

Especially this magic girl is a saint, the official certified carrier of the dark goddess's descent to the world, the purest existence in the eyes of outsiders, and the actions of the tentacle monster are equivalent to stretching the tentacles into the skirt of the dark goddess.

"Too bad..."

Wayne shook his head repeatedly, came to the basement altar alone, opened the portable space, and put the two statues in.

At this time, the pale nest was on standby outside the basement. It is Wayne's thinking amplifier and a highly evolved life form. After being highly combined with Wayne, it can cover the entire Lendan with the sound of evolution.

The result of indiscriminate sugar-giving is predictable - a group of demons dancing wildly.

Two hours later, a black robe came to the basement altar.

Under the black robe, the pure flesh of the dark elf is noble and elegant.

Usually, because of the unknown and mysterious nature of darkness, it is easy to associate it with terror and evil, so it is endowed with depressing colors such as cruelty, blood, gloom and pain.

Any color that is opposed to light and justice can be described as darkness. This is a color that tolerates negativity. As long as it is bad, no matter where it is bad, it is all over with one word darkness.

The same is true for Anastasia's black-skinned elf form, which combines violence, terror, evil, and lust. It's just because she looks so amazing and has an extraordinary and pure temperament, which makes her dark elf form pure and sacred, and has tolerance for everything.

Facts have once again proved that the three views will follow the five senses. Anastasia is beautiful. The darkness she represents is not evil and fear, but awe and tolerance.

In order to prevent his presence from causing Anastasia to feel uneasy, Wayne voluntarily exited the basement and merged into the Pale Lair to suppress his sense of existence to zero.

In front of the altar, Anastasia knelt down respectfully, clasped her hands and lowered her head to pray, and muttered words, which were mostly hymns from the Dark Bible.

After experiencing three failures, Anastasia froze and sensed the presence of the Dark Goddess.

"Anastasia..."

The voice of the Dark Goddess sounded in Anastasia's ears, calm and elegant, but also had an unspeakable sense of oppression.

"Goddess, my mind is corrupting. I can no longer serve as the saint of the Dark Church. I hereby apologize to you." Anastasia narrated according to the script.

There is nothing to hide. As a saint, the changes in her body and mind can be noticed by the Dark Goddess only once.

In fact, Wayne didn't know if the Dark Goddess had ever visited him. He just suspected that because the possibility was high, he guessed that the Dark Goddess was paying attention to him.

If the Dark Goddess didn't know, what he did was equivalent to destroying his family.

"Anastasia, you have sacrificed a lot for the church. I allow you to lose your loyalty, and the dark kingdom of God will always be open to you."

The Dark Goddess murmured, and after a moment, she seemed to realize something, and part of her thoughts poured into Anastasia's body.

At first glance, the goddess was also speechless.

Being plotted!

Calculated by mortal wisdom, the Dark Goddess will definitely regain her position, but she admits that Wayne's life form and advanced life possess advanced wisdom, which cannot be called calculation. This is a game between you and me.

There were too many games between the plastic sisters, and the Dark Goddess was used to it. After a brief silence, she controlled Anastasia's body to look outside the room.

"Come in, my knight, you guessed it right, I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

At first glance, Anastasia's body and Anastasia's voice are no different from usual ones. Only her temperament is completely different, especially the cold color in her eyebrows, which is full of aloof arrogance.

Wayne shook his head slightly when he heard this. As he guessed, Anastasia had contacted the Dark Goddess before. Because Anastasia was no longer trustworthy, the goddess erased this memory.

The old problem has been solved, but a new one has come. In the memory erased by the Dark Goddess, is there anything that is not conducive to him?

After learning that the five gods were chosen together, no, the power of the five gods was stolen at the same time, the Dark Goddess did not choose to collect the debt. What was the purpose?

Wayne stepped into the underground altar, preparing to ask for the answer himself.

Wearing yellow clothes, the pale lair came to 'Anastasia' with squirming tentacles. He kept a safe distance and bowed slightly: "Great goddess of darkness, your devout believer Wayne is frightened. Seeing the goddess, twice Feel honored.”

"A devout believer..."

The Dark Goddess smiled slightly: "Are you sure? If you are sure that you are a believer in darkness, I will take it seriously."

"I'm so sure!"

Wayne straightened up his tentacled body, and a pale voice came from inside the yellow clothes: "I am not only your believer, but also a devout believer in the five goddesses of nature, sun, moonlight, and death. I believe in each goddess."

Then you are so pious!

The Dark Goddess is not mocking anything. This is the path of evolution. For magicians who focus on their faith, their evolution must come to an end. This end point has been specially labeled by the gods. It is safe but restrained, stable but turbulent. The final interpretation is in the hands of the gods.

Those who reach the level of a legendary mage will understand this to some extent.

At this time, the legendary mage must make a choice. What is the true belief, himself or God?

Because of what they have learned throughout their lives, the thinking of legendary mages incorporates too much faith and knowledge. They will choose to serve the gods for their whole lives, and soon they will dispel distracting thoughts and firmly set their future path.

Hexagram, Cross Star, Golden Triangle.

The process of splitting and merging again and again is the layout of the gods to consolidate the basic market. They have already monopolized everything.

And those legendary mages who have high self-esteem and desire to control their own destiny, such as the fallen Lord of the Void Marshall and the free mage Orb, are unwilling to dedicate everything to the gods, work all their lives, and find other ways for their future.

Marshall chose the void and wanted to make his own way.

One slide and the man is gone.

The road in the void was too dangerous and difficult to walk. Under Marshall's desperate recommendation, Orb chose the relatively safe hell. There are no gods in hell. As long as he avoids the high-pressure rule of the seven demon kings, he can have a promising future.

Because he had a better choice, Orb finally gave up on hell. He found the obelisk of the God of Storm and Thunder, and prepared to follow the path of storm and thunder again, allowing this faith to reappear in the world and gain a place at the table. .

One slide and the man is gone.

On the physical level, Marshall and Orb failed. On the spiritual level, their spirit of resisting hegemony and monopoly deserves encouragement. They are fighters and march forward bravely for freedom.

It's a pity that my life was not good. I failed half way through starting my business and encountered a cheater.

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Especially Orb, he could have succeeded.

Not counting Marshall, he should have been completely integrated into the void. For some reason, he found himself and returned to the Chosen Continent to lay eggs.

Distributing eggs is not a goal, but a means. What he wants is to cut leeks.

The number of believers depends on the number of eggs. The more eggs, the more believers. Marshall's behavior is in line with market rules.

Let's get back to the point.

In the eyes of the Dark Goddess, Wayne's life level destined him to be unable to believe in any god. The Dark Goddess was not surprised by this. Facing Wayne and sensing Wayne's fear, she confirmed that Wayne's power was not as strong as she imagined.

An evolving void life form!

Because it imitated the ancient gods, it was extremely precious!

The Dark Goddess had not spoken for a long time. This meeting was not in her plan. She did not speak, and Wayne had something to say. He took out the prepared lines and tried.

"Great Dark Goddess, I did not steal your belief. Anastasia's change was just an accident. Because of Togugeye, her body mutated uncontrollably. I couldn't bear it..."

"With your kindness, I can definitely understand."

Wayne said a lot. The whole article revolved around Anastasia's difficult life and his own charity, focusing on a kind personality.

The Dark Goddess didn't care about this. She had seen all kinds of scenes, and Wayne's self-praise was countless.

After talking for a while, Wayne began to find out: "Goddess, I guess Anastasia has told you that I got the power of the five chosen knights and integrated these powers into one."

"Yes, Anastasia's memory confessed everything."

The Dark Goddess said slowly: "Not only do I know everything, but I also know that the other three knights know very little. Only I know the lie of the five gods' co-election."

The Dark Goddess did not hide anything and sent Wayne a key piece of information. This information could create a time difference for him to get a breather and develop time.

Wayne is best at managing time. If he operates it well, he can lick the three goddesses of nature, sun and moonlight very comfortably.

At the same time, the Dark Goddess also expressed another meaning. She knows everything, and the routine of licking the three goddesses does not work on her.

"Goddess, every magician has to make a choice for his future. I seem to have no choice but to choose you." Wayne spoke respectfully, trying to offer cheap loyalty.

"Why, do you want to become the Holy Son of the Dark Church?"

"..."

Wayne felt that the Dark Goddess was asking knowingly, and that this woman pretended to be ignorant, and she was a master of rhetoric.

Little did she know that the Dark Goddess really considered turning him into the Holy Son.

The Dark Goddess coveted Wayne's body, and she was very eager for this evolutionary path based on the ancient gods. The last time she descended on Anastasia's body, part of her thoughts were polluted, and she could have cleaned it up, but she didn't do so, and chose to isolate it and let it grow wildly.

For the goddess, it doesn't matter if some thoughts are gone. If she can get inspiration from it, this wave of investment will be profitable.

Anastasia is just Wayne's follower, a secondary evolution, not the origin, and the Dark Goddess doesn't like it. She wants Wayne's parameters more.

If Wayne's information can be obtained through Anastasia, it would be great.

If not, choose Wayne to be the Son of Darkness. She will personally descend into the mind to obtain information, and then cultivate this part of the polluted mind separately. Although there are risks, the loss is acceptable.

When you reach the realm of the goddess, every step is extremely difficult. Compared with the greater future, this risk is nothing.

She is really ready to choose Wayne to be the Son of God!

Wayne is not clear about this. Even if he knows, he will refuse. He continues to find out and test the idea of ​​the Dark Goddess: "Goddess, what do you think is life? Is it possible to form the original life alliance?"

"There is already a goddess who has realized it."

The Dark Goddess said slowly: "The Goddess of Nature you believe in has got everything. If she knows your existence, the consequences... you can think about it yourself."

Wayne's heart sank, fortunately he hid it deep, and the other side only knew that the three gods had chosen together, and smiled: "Thank you for your blessing, the Goddess of Nature doesn't know the truth."

"I can tell her the truth. What she can give me is more valuable than what you give me. After all, she has gone so far."

"Then what is she now, the goddess of life?" Wayne's eyes lit up.

"..."

The Dark Goddess did not answer, still half-speaking and half-hiding, and it was hard to say how true those words were.

Wayne secretly had a headache. This woman was obviously super powerful but overly cautious. Was it only the Dark Goddess, or were all the goddesses so difficult to deal with?

"I have a good relationship with the Goddess of Nature you believe in, but not that close. I will hide the truth for you for a while. In return, I will check your situation regularly to see if the life that integrates the five beliefs is as powerful as the Goddess of Nature." The Dark Goddess only mentioned the life chosen by the five gods, and did not explain the core demands.

Still only said half.

Wayne frowned slightly: "Goddess, what kind of inspection method is it?"

The Dark Goddess raised her hand, black light condensed, and her unique dark statue took shape, quietly floating in the air.

The statue was covered with a black robe, and its true appearance could not be seen. Its body shape was also very vague, like a rough hand-made figure, cheap and not worth collecting.

"Inject your power into it, that's all."

So simple?

Wayne is doubtful, not because he suffers from delusions of being persecuted, but because the world is inherently uneven. The more people he comes into contact with, the more he likes Abin. The legendary mage's character is like this, but the god's character, no, the god's divinity. How much better could it be.

There must be other plans!

Where is it?

"You don't have to think too much. The path of evolution becomes narrower as it goes up. The first move suppresses the second move. We were once suppressed by the Heavenly Father, but now nature is in the forefront. I help you as a matter of course."

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The Dark Goddess said: "You got time to ease the conflict, I got the information I wanted, and the interests are common."

"That makes sense!" Wayne nodded.

"Anastasia will always serve as the saint of the Dark Church. Even if her faith does not belong to me, I still believe in her noble character. Treat her well and do not let down the faith she has dedicated."

The corners of the Dark Goddess's lips curled up, and she said with Anastasia's face: "She is your dependent, I cannot restrain her, I am willing to come through her, and I am waiting for an opportunity to meet you, but I didn't expect that we would See you soon."

"Is this really good? The Saint of the Dark Church does not believe in darkness?"

"Is it important?"

"..."

That's right, you are a goddess, you have the final right of interpretation, believe it or not, you have the final say.

Wayne nodded, tentatively accepting the answer.

"I will continue to come through Anastasia in the future. If you are worried, you can ask her to keep the statue. She will be responsible for contacting you as the middleman."

The Dark Goddess continued: "There is no need to be wary. You are still too immature now. I just want to observe. I don't want to interfere with your evolution, so I don't use coercive means. That's all."

Wayne nodded repeatedly, praising the tolerance of darkness.

Having said that, he always felt that the Dark Goddess had other ideas. Today's meeting went unexpectedly smoothly. He did not go into details and chose to get together and part ways.

After the Dark Goddess left, Anastasia knelt on the ground dripping with cold sweat, her robe stuck to her body due to sweat, and her body was covered with mathematical formulas such as trigonometric functions, the Pythagorean theorem, parabolas, and hyperbolas.

Wayne politely extended his tentacles out of respect to avoid her embarrassment. Although the Dark Saint was good, at this time, Manoko to him was the Dark Goddess.

His intuition told him that the Dark Goddess wanted more than just the evolution of the Life Alliance. The real answer lay in Anastasia's erased memory.

"What exactly is it?"

"You can't covet my body, it's too ridiculous..."

Wayne was thinking about it when he realized something was wrong with his touch. He looked around speechlessly. The tentacles with self-awareness had already wrapped around the round-shaped Anastasia. The latter closed her eyes tightly and was mentally prepared to devote herself to her faith.

You still blame loyalty!

Wayne retracted his tentacles speechlessly. I really don't blame him. Anyone with tentacles knows that these little things with no place to place always have their own ideas, and they especially like to get close to magic.

Especially magical girls.

Although Anastasia has aged a little, she has not been overhauled since leaving the factory. She is indeed a magical girl.

"Your Majesty the Holy Lady, did you hear the exchange between me and the goddess?"

"Um."

Anastasia nodded, feeling quite reluctant to leave the tentacles. She noticed Wayne's speechless gaze, blamed herself, felt ashamed and angry, and felt sad in her heart.

Wayne heard the harsh words and hurriedly pushed the patient into the operating room for rescue. Five minutes later, the patient finally regained his composure.

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"You will keep the statue. I will come here every half month. If there is nothing important, you don't need to contact me during this period." Wayne ordered.

Anastasia nodded weakly. While she was happy, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She couldn't help but said, "What if Lord Delaine lets me go over to play cards?"

You can say no to her.

Wayne opened his mouth, and when the words came to his lips, he changed his words: "It's up to you, you have your own ideas."

After that, he left the basement under Anastasia's eager gaze.

Three seconds later, Wayne returned the same way, returned the two statues to their places, and said unbearably: "This residence is too dilapidated. I will arrange a new home for you in the city. You are a saint of a religion, and you deserve to have a matching home." Status and quality of life. Be kind to yourself and don’t always think about punishing yourself. You have never done anything wrong.”

After that, he strode away.

Anastasia held her heart in her hands and respectfully bid Faith farewell. Then she got up to bathe and change clothes, washing away the residue of darkness, and worshiped the statue of the Pale Knight with a pure heart and body.

The statue of the Dark Goddess stood alone, saved from the sad fate of being swept into the utility room because of the owner's order.