Restarting the myth

Fude Town.

The black car stopped at the headquarters of the Holy Church.

After a night of fighting, the headquarters of the Holy Church was reduced to ruins, and the ground of the chicken farm collapsed. Looking down from a high place, a large pit that went straight underground for 100 meters could be seen.

The police station deployed a large number of manpower to maintain order at the scene, set up a cordon, and prohibited onlookers and reporters from approaching.

The more it is banned, the more popular it is!

The entire area around the Holy Church was crowded with people who were watching the excitement. Some people described the angels fighting the devil in vivid detail, and some people sold beer and drinks in the front row. As the rumor version became more and more outrageous, the citizens of Dulin heard the news and came to pay homage to the holy relics.

Back and forth, the chicken farts of the whole town were pulled up.

In fact, when Mona cleared the Holy Church, there were no witnesses around, and the townspeople had gone to bed early. When they heard the noise and ran out of the house, Wayne and Mona had already driven away.

The reason why the rumor of the angel fighting the devil was spread was purely because the local Heavenly Father Church secretly made efforts to create rumors and take the opportunity to cut leeks.

Because of this outrageous operation, many conspiracy theories against the Holy Father Church have emerged. The Holy Father Church is in the lead, and when the market is fully mature, the Holy Father Church will come down and step on the corpse of the Holy Father Church's "devil" to take over the market in one go.

This is how the market economy works!

This rumor is just for fun. It may be credible in other places. It is indeed the operation of the Holy Father Church. For example, in London, this method can be used because of the scarcity of believers. It is completely unnecessary for the Republic of Ireland.

In fact, the believers recruited by the Holy Father Church have no faith at all. They only pretend to believe for the sake of free eggs.

The Holy Father Church has a deep mass base in the Republic of Ireland. If there is no operation, there will be no mistakes. If it is honest and step by step, it can maintain its dominance. The operation of the Holy Father Church will only cause trouble.

There is no need.

"Your version is outdated. It's not one angel, but several. I came from Dulin. There was also a battle between angels and demons in St. Patrick's Cathedral over there last night..." Wayne squeezed into the crowd and took the opportunity to hone his rumor-making skills.

It is good to have many skills, and this trick is very useful against Auston.

"My dear brother, did St. Patrick's Cathedral really explode?"

"How can I lie to you? I was at the scene and saw it with my own eyes. It was gone with a bang, and there was a mushroom cloud..."

Wayne vividly described what happened at the time. The plot was ups and downs, and the continuous reversals were unexpected, which soon attracted a large group of spectators.

"Boss, it's time to get down to business."

Mona clamped Wayne's arm, sealed it, and easily dragged it out of the crowd.

"Don't leave yet, I'll tell you the rest after dinner, and it's still this place."

Wayne waved goodbye to the crowd, looked at Mona with dissatisfaction, and complained: "You said let me find the devil, I found it, but you asked me to do business again, who is the boss between us?"

"Boss, I'm just suggesting." Mona tightened her arms in her arms and increased the strength of the seal.

"Tsk, you weren't like this last night..."

When mentioning last night, Wayne couldn't help but look strange. Mona was very good at playing an angel, unruly and cold, especially when Chris held her hands, she struggled violently.

If you don't know, you would think she hated him!

Of course, he played the devil well.

Noticing Wayne's strange look, Mona blushed slightly, turned her head and looked away, not looking at him. Although the process was bad, the result was good. She got out of the situation where she was at the mercy of her memory and felt that she had found herself again.

Wayne thought this tune was very novel, and he would continue to play like this in the future, which was exactly what Mona wanted. He found a suitable reason for himself, and he would use this reason to explain the expression of indifference and disgust when he applauded in the future.

One got the mood, and the other got himself. They both have a bright future.

Wayne took Mona to stroll in Ford Town. According to Mona, Wayne has a demon-attracting physique. As long as he is diligent enough, he will run into a demon once in ten times when he goes out on the street.

"We generally call this survivor bias. I have encountered many demons, but that doesn't mean there is something wrong with my physique."

The two walked into a restaurant and ordered some local snacks. They heard other people in the restaurant complain that all the eggs at home were rotten, and the Holy Temple might indeed be a cult.

The two had a simple meal and continued to wander around Ford Town after eating. It was already past tea time, and they didn't see a single demon.

"What did I say? I don't have the physique to attract demons, and there are no evil gods who have returned in Ford Town." Wayne clapped his hands and prepared to go home to see if the clergy of St. Patrick's Cathedral had found any reliable information.

"Boss, I think you should go to the chicken farm."

Mona looked at the ruins of the blocked Holy Temple headquarters in front of her, and a ray of golden light flashed in her eyes: "Since we are here anyway, why not go in and take a look? What if we encounter the evil gods who have returned?"

Her sealing technique was very oppressive, and Wayne had no choice but to walk towards the ruins in the direction of friction.

The place was under martial law. In addition to the police, there were several clergymen. Harrington was also there. When he saw Wayne and Mona coming, he immediately greeted them respectfully.

"You two, are you here again?"

Harrington was a little resentful, blaming the two for running too fast, causing him to be surrounded by onlookers, and he had been busy all night and had not rested until now.

Running too fast is not the point, the point is that he was not brought with him.

"Aren't you that so-and-so? I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Wayne and Harrington shook hands: "Just because you are here, I still have some things to investigate. Let your people evacuate the crowd as soon as possible. It is very dangerous here. There is a risk that the evil spirits have not been cleared out."

Harrington nodded with a serious look. Knowing that Wayne and Mona were not simple, he decisively summoned the clergy around and used magic to disperse the onlookers.

"By the way, I don't know your names yet..."

When Harrington was done, he turned around and Wayne and Mona were gone.

"Just say a name, so as not to delay your investigation!"

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The chicken farm of the Holy Church is far smaller than that of the Earth Center Church, but the source of eggs and the layout of the underground maze are exactly the same as those of the Earth Center Church, as if they were taught by the same teacher.

Or perhaps, the Earth Center Church is an early pilot, and the Holy Church and several other newly emerging evil cults are copying homework.

"You copied the wrong answer, you deserve to fail."

Mona used earth magic to clear a passage in the collapsed underground maze, and found the location of the evil god statue according to her memory at that time.

Thought capture, looking for missed clues.

Wayne sniffed the wind, followed the smell of the void and dug out the melted remains of the statue from the ruins. After being refined by the holy fire, the gold nuggets were heavy and felt safe.

"It can barely be regarded as a gift from nature."

A little gold could not arouse Wayne's smile. He held the remains of the statue in his hand, felt the pollution of the void, and waved to Mona beside him.

"The statue also has the ability to pollute the outside world. I have a plan, maybe it will work."

Wayne briefly described his plan, still the same old routine, he pretended to be polluted by the evil god, so as to infiltrate the enemy to obtain intelligence.

"Boss, do you need me to play a captured nun to consolidate your character as a devil's minions?" Mona smiled and thought of herself in the past.

At that time, she would blush for several days if she was patted on the buttocks, so pure.

"It can be arranged, we'll see what happens..."

Wayne waved his hand to let Mona stay away, thinking of the white robes of the Templars, thinking about the material, and put on a similar robe on his body.

Mona left the center of the underground palace, restrained her breath and became invisible directly. She knew almost all of Wayne's secrets and was not worried that he would be contaminated by the Void Evil God.

If the evil god had any ideas, it was not certain who would contaminate whom!

Wayne held the gold nugget, and his mind simulated the information above, and his body changed accordingly. One arm turned into a pale tentacle, and the protruding meridians ran under the skin, crawling along the shoulders like earthworms all over the chest and neck.

"Ah!"

Wayne snorted, cleared his throat, and then screamed continuously.

"Ahhhh————"

After a while, Wayne's body mutated widely. At first, it was somewhat anthropomorphic, but later it was completely shapeless. A ball of mud danced with rotten tentacles, and each tentacle was paired with flaming red lips.

The red lips opened slightly, either human eyeballs or two rows of white teeth.

In the sound of pain, a thought descended from the void along the statue, and the ethereal voice came into Wayne's ears.

"My people, are you calling me?"

"You, who are you... I am in so much pain, no, I gradually understand everything..."

"My people, I am the Lord of the Temple, your Lord in heaven, the Lord you serve all your life."

The voice of the Lord of the Temple gradually became majestic, and he watched Wayne's changes with joy. He could feel that this body had great potential and might be the carrier of his coming, so he said: "My people, my children, say your name in front of faith."

"Bruce."

"Bruce, there is no need to struggle, let alone be confused. This knowledge is a reward for you. Mastering this knowledge will give you extraordinary abilities and eternal life. You are the angel of the Temple, my messenger walking in the world."

The Lord of the Temple increased his thinking output. In order to ensure that the container of his coming was more perfect, he reshaped the gold into a statue and opened up an elemental space to Wayne to speed up the evolution.

Eat more, and you can harvest leeks when you are full.

The operation of the Temple God is exactly the same as that of the former Lord of the Void. His self-confidence is also overflowing. He opens his own reserve of four elements space and lets Wayne in.

This operation seems outrageous at first glance, with a kind of innocence.

In fact, it is caused by poor intelligence. The Temple God cannot see through the essence of Wayne's life. He only sees that Wayne has been polluted by him and has completely turned into his shape.

In this case, the Temple God has the power of life and death over Wayne, and can even descend to take over his body at any time. What's wrong with giving him some four elements? Can a little chicken eat up the rice mountain?

Such a poor four-element space, you evil god are not doing well, even worse than the Lord of the Void.

Wayne secretly thought that it was unlucky. The pay was too low, not worthy of his excellent acting skills, and the Book of Greed was too lazy to open his mouth.

He communicated with the Temple God in his mind and said piously: "My Lord in heaven, your people Bubrus are willing to offer eternal loyalty to you, so what should I do for you?"

Go on!

The Lord of the Temple was very satisfied with his ability to pollute. He did not doubt Wayne's loyalty at all and said slowly: "In the treasury of St. Patrick's Cathedral, there is a Holy Grail containing the blood of God. I give you the ability to parasitize others. Go and steal the Holy Grail. I will tell you where to send it later."

"Please rest assured, I will complete the task."

"Go, the sooner the better."

With the help of the Holy Spirit, Wayne was able to reshape his body and return to his original human form. He put the statue into his chest and called Mona back to St. Patrick's Cathedral.

"Boss, you really have the physique to attract demons!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's you who brought me here, and you are the one who attracted the demons." Wayne rolled his eyes.

Mona looked at Wayne and nodded in agreement. It was not wrong to say that she attracted the demons.

Wayne knew what Mona was thinking, it was nothing more than role-playing, and complained: "My skills are rusty. After the evil god reminded me, I remembered that the church has a warehouse. St. Patrick's Cathedral has a high status. There are probably a lot of good things in the warehouse at home."

Mona's mouth twitched slightly. If nothing unexpected happens, the cathedral will be invaded by demons today and the treasure house will be looted.

…

“My Lord Messenger, this is the holy sword of the former leader of the Guardian Knights. It cannot be taken away by the devil. Please think twice!”

“This scepter is not allowed either. They are all holy objects and are of great significance to the Church.”

In the cathedral warehouse, several white-bearded old men pulled Wayne’s sleeves and gently reminded him that it was enough. It’s okay for the warehouse to be stolen. Everyone’s house will have a fire during the holidays, but it’s too much to burn the warehouse to an empty shell.

Wayne stopped when he saw that it was going well, and didn’t care what the white-bearded old men thought. He had a good reason: “It’s not that I want it, but the devil specifically asked for these things. You are sad, and so am I, but as an undercover, there are always times when you can’t help yourself... That robe is good, and the devil specifically asked for it.”

I think you are the devil! xn

Several white-bearded old men could no longer bear it. One of them said, "Lord Messenger, we have handed over what we should have handed over yesterday. If the devil takes it again, we will be in trouble again."

"Really? You guys didn't protect the cathedral well, allowing the devil to come in and out freely and steal a large number of treasures. I have no choice but to report this to the Pope." Wayne said in a businesslike manner.

"..."xn

"Don't worry, it's just a talk. I won't embarrass you. What do you think I kept Hodgson for? Is it really just to prevent the enemy from being alerted?" Wayne sneered three times.

The white-bearded old men suddenly realized that they were relieved without the pot on their shoulders, and praised him.

"Lord Messenger is great!"

"You have a long-term vision, a lot of ingenious plans, and you are tough."

"Great and tough!"

Wayne was ashamed to be in the same category as Pei𪣻. There was nothing to say to this group of insects. He threw a bunch of valuable or mysterious treasures into his portable space like shopping in a supermarket, and soon came to the Holy Grail .

The Holy Grail sounds very sacred, but it is actually an old wine glass. Because the user is of extraordinary status, and with the gems and other objects added by later generations, it looks high-end and full of style.

Rounding it off, it is about the same as the wine glass used by idols, and the market price has become indescribably expensive due to the licking dog.

The wine glass that the Cathedral Catholic specifically requested is made of gold, with thick and smooth walls and golden lines, as if liquid sunlight is solidified in it, and a gentle tap will emit a melodious and deep echo.

It is the sound of gold.

"What is the story behind this wine glass?" Wayne weighed the Holy Grail in his hand.

"My Lord, this is the holy relic of St. Patrick. He spread the glory of the Father to Ireland and is a saint."

A white-bearded old man explained the history of the construction of St. Patrick's Cathedral. The Holy Grail was used by St. Patrick and is the most precious treasure of the cathedral.

"The devil said that the Holy Grail once carried the blood of God..."

"Maybe it was the blood of Saint Patrick." The white-bearded old man said. That period of history could not be traced back, and they didn't know.

Wayne looked around and picked a few utensils similar to the Holy Grail to pack and take away. He checked and found nothing special about the Holy Grail. It was just an ordinary golden wine cup. The devil didn't want the Holy Grail, but the blood left in the Holy Grail.

...

"Saint Patrick should be an angel who came down. Why does the devil look for the blood of angels?" The black car drove to the suburbs of Dulin. Wayne sat in the passenger seat and was suspicious.

The Holy Grail and utensils similar to the Holy Grail were placed in the back seat. He didn't know which one was the Holy Grail that the devil needed, so he brought them all.

"Boss, according to the records of the Vatican, the entrance to hell is sealed by heaven. The devil cannot enter and exit the human world freely, even if the mind descends. The blood of angels or devils in the human world can help the devil open the passage to the human world. Maybe it is because of this reason." Mona said while driving.

"You know a lot."

"I'm just guessing."

Mona is a professional nun who has been studying faith for 30 years. Her reasoning may not be completely correct, but it is definitely more reliable than that of a layman like Wayne. Wayne didn't think much about it. The most urgent thing was to find these demons and shoot them one by one.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in a deserted open space. There was no one around and it was very remote far away from the road.

After successfully stealing the Holy Grail, Wayne contacted the Catholic Church, who gave a coordinate and said that someone was waiting there.

Mona pushed open the car door and got out of the car. Wayne turned into a group of tentacles and lay on her, pretending to be parasitic. Through Mona, a pure nun, he sneaked into and stole the cathedral warehouse.

Mona came to the meeting place with an indifferent look, with six tentacles floating on her body, each of which was wrapped with a vessel.

She herself was very repulsive to these tentacles, and there was always a feeling of being tainted deep in her heart. As soon as the thought came up, it disappeared because she recalled the tragic battle last night.

The memory fragments are mixed with a arrogant personality, which constantly affects Mona's self. Mona gains true knowledge through practice and finds a way to resist memory interference.

The effect is outstanding. His arrogant personality cannot bear to see these white and muddy scenes. As long as Mona mentions it, the other party will immediately stop.

Swish, swish, swish!

A black mist surged from the ground. In the mist, black poisonous snakes spit out scarlet letters and twisted around, turning into a figure wearing a black robe.

Wayne looked intently, a tentacle stretched out, and he opened his mouth and said: "Who are you? You are not the God of my faith."

The man in black robe is the human container of Smedley, the familiar of the Lord of Jealousy, and houses part of Smedley's thoughts. He can be regarded as the devil himself.

His voice was cold, hissing like a poisonous snake: "The Holy Temple God cannot come to the world for the time being. His power is too great, and there is no passage in the world that can carry him. That's why he sent me to meet you."

Smedley subconsciously started to lie about his work habits. After he finished speaking, he remembered that there was no need to talk nonsense with a puppet and said bluntly: "You contact the Holy Father and he will tell you everything."

The plan has been successful, everything is going smoothly, and we can start closing the net!

In order to open the door to hell and let his master, the Lord of Jealousy, come to the world, Smedley took great pains and prepared several plans.

Plan No. 1 is simple and unpretentious. It uses the simplest and crudest way of sacrifice to forcibly call out the name of the Lord of Jealousy in the world, thereby breaking the seal between heaven and hell.

This method is the simplest and consumes the most energy. When energy is extremely scarce, a large number of creatures must be sacrificed.

Because the plan was exposed, Void Evil God had to be withdrawn and Plan 2 was implemented instead.

Smedley's original No. 2 executor of the plan was Hodgson, but the Papal State envoy suddenly arrived. Out of caution, he did not choose Hodgson, only treating him as cannon fodder to attract firepower, and turned to other executors.

While we were searching here, the God of the Holy Church over there sent good news. There was a little thief who didn't know the heights of the world. He picked up the remaining gold of the statue and was polluted by him to look like himself.

Smedley felt that there was something fishy about the matter, and that there was too much of a coincidence, so he did not nod in agreement at the time. Now that he saw Wayne's appearance with his own eyes, he was convinced that the Church God was not lying.

The pollution is complete and the evil sect is to the end. This person cannot be an undercover agent, he is indeed one of our own.

Stable!

Smedley imagined the future and saw the scene where the gates of hell opened, the territory of the Lord of Jealousy was projected onto the human world, and the army of hell swarmed in and turned the human world into a second hell.

His master gained powerful power over the Seven Demon Kings, and achieved supreme hegemony by unifying hell. He also made tremendous achievements and became his master's most trusted servant.

On Wayne's side, he contacted the Church God through the statue. The latter confirmed that the plan was successful and stopped acting on the spot. Powerful thoughts rushed out along the statue and penetrated into Wayne's body.

"My people, I will give you the greatest reward for your loyalty. You will be integrated with your faith and become a part of me." The Lord of the Holy Church smiled strangely. When his thoughts arrived, he also moved the four-element space. Come over and start transforming your new body.

The potential is acceptable, but the strength is insufficient. Let’s strengthen it first.

A large amount of the four elements poured in, and Wayne's screams and the laughter of the Holy Church merged together. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was laughing and who was screaming.

Smedley looked at this scene with cold eyes. Wayne was a foolish person chosen by the Lord of the Holy Temple. He dreamed of reaching the sky in one step. The Lord of the Holy Temple and other Void Evil Gods were not fools chosen by the Lord of Jealousy.

There is no love without reason in the world. Making a deal with the devil can only result in betrayal!

"I'm ready, let's get started!"

After a moment, Wayne's pale tentacle body squirmed and uttered the voice of the Lord of the Holy Temple. He didn't know much about this evil god of the void. He only knew that the other party was chicken-flavored, crunchy, and extremely high in protein. In order to perform the evil god's style, he cut each piece one by one. The tentacles wrapped around Mona's body, wrapping her tightly.

"Murphy, you're fine, the others haven't come over yet!"

Smedley sneered, not bothering to expose the cathedral's little idea of ​​eating alone. He waved his hand, and several holy cups hanging on Wayne's tentacles flew towards him.

Smedley picked and picked, and soon found the real Holy Grail that once carried the divine blood. His face was filled with joy. The moment he touched the divine blood, an inverted pentagram formation filled with black smoke spread out under his feet.

Smedley's thoughts descended rapidly, his power continued to rise, and he muttered words, contacting the void to open a channel, allowing several void evil gods to return to the world.

"Now, let us welcome the great jealous master to the world..."

With Smedley as the center, a group of twisted monsters in black robes danced their tentacles, among which Wayne was the most twisted.

Mona was surrounded by tentacles. She suppressed her nausea and asked through her mind whether she should take action now.

"They can come and leave. Wait until all the thoughts of the poisonous snake in the middle come to us, and then kill them to avoid future troubles!"

Don't worry, let's play with them first!