Restarting the myth

July 8, night. ♜♦  ♗♦

A black car stopped at the door of Wayne Detective Agency. The servant knocked on the door according to the code of two short and one long. After three times, the bird cage covered with black cloth was put down.

There was also a large bag of rat strips.

Wayne climbed over the wall and brought the bird cage into the house. He was speechless. Where did the code come from? Was it Veronica who told him, or was it the servant who added the drama himself?

Little Peculiar, there are quite a lot of dramas.

He put the bird cage on the desk and lifted the black cloth to see the real Little Peculiar.

It was still the fresh and refined face, which made people's fists hard.

Wayne opened the bird cage, and the snowy owl came out by itself. It didn't like the cramped bird cage, and its head rotated 270 degrees to find a suitable place to land.

After looking around, it seemed that the top of Wayne's head was more suitable.

Flap the wings, take off...

Wayne pressed his head down.

Where are you flying to!

Wayne looked down at the Snowy Owl, looked down at it, and took out a rat strip and handed it over: "From today on, your name is Axue, do you understand?"

As a night-time messenger bird cultivated by the Three Goddesses Alliance, owls have extraordinary wisdom. They can understand the language of magicians. After cultivating enough tacit understanding, owls can communicate directly with their owners.

The Snowy Owl is a veteran among messengers. It has a face that deserves a beating. It has not been beaten to death for so many years, so it should be smarter.

Wayne held the rat strip and waited. As long as the other party spoke, it would be considered as acquiescing to this name.

The Snowy Owl did not speak, but looked at Wayne with squinted eyes. Its extraordinary temperament made Wayne's fists itch. He snorted and said: "Acceptance can be divided into two types, one is to be decent by yourself, and the other is to be decent for you. Be honest, don't force me to let the dog bite you."

The Snowy Owl still did not speak, squinting his eyes and preparing to sleep.

"Abin, come in."

Wayne was happy. If it was another magician, it would be a good thing for the carrier bird to have the same personality as the owner, but if it was him, today he and the snowy owl must change their ways.

Abin heard his master's call, wagging his tail and ran happily into the office from the back door. He sniffed the smell of rat strips in the air and immediately looked disgusted.

The snowy owl stared at Abin with golden eyes wide open, staring at Abin in a daze, with an anthropomorphic expression of surprise on its round face.

"Give it something powerful..."

Wayne stopped talking halfway. There was no other reason. The snowy owl opened its mouth to hold the rat strips, lifted its legs and pressed it with its claws, and then ate it slowly.

So fast!

You are too cowardly!

Wayne felt that he had chosen the wrong carrier bird. If it were his personality, he would definitely not yield to torture and would not even frown.

"Master, are you going to walk the dog tonight?" Abin asked expectantly.

"I'm free anyway, so I'll take a walk. I'll go to the cemetery in the first half of the night and the subway station in the second half of the night."

Wayne plans to walk through the sewers tonight. The sewers in Lundan are nearly 2,000 kilometers long, with rainwater and sewage separated, and the flood control and drainage channels are very spacious. Because of the complex terrain, the sewer committee that coordinates the construction and management has no idea what their underground looks like. They often walk from the sewers to the air-raid shelters, and turn around and hey, they are at the subway station.

Wayne is very much looking forward to this uncultivated virgin land, imagining the scene of galloping in the sewers.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. He plans to open up a few routes tonight, and then gradually develop new routes so that when he is chased by a strong enemy one day, he can get rid of the opponent in the sewers.

Wayne: No one knows sewers better than me!

"Axue, you stay here tonight to look after the house. The rat strips are on the table. Remember not to eat too much."

In the backyard, Wayne gave an order, raised his hand in the air, and the agile undead warhorse jumped out of the thick fog.

He mounted the warhorse and shook his head. Before he could pull out the shadow nightmare, the whole person was covered by a gray vortex and turned into a death knight with a skull head.

Abin jumped out of the courtyard wall, and Wayne rode his horse and followed closely, leaving Axue squatting at the door of the backyard.

A pair of big eyes were wide open.

"Death... Knight..."

"He is the Death Knight?!"

"Impossible, his magic is so pure, it has never been tainted by death, how could he be the most proud knight of death, he should be the most outstanding one favored by God."

Axue murmured, guessing to herself: "Maybe the knights of God are like this, they can perfectly conceal their own beliefs. The Death Knight appeared in Lendan and secretly infiltrated the Church of Nature... Should I remind them?"

"Forget it, it's not the Church of the Sun, what does it have to do with me."

Just thinking about it, Axue felt a strong sense of crisis. He was chosen by the Death Knight to become the other party's messenger bird. This was no coincidence.

The Death Knight found the base of the Sun Goddess believers, saw through its identity, and prepared to use it to make a move on the Church of the Sun.

"Not right, if that's the case, he doesn't need to expose himself..."

"Besides, I am willing to come out with him."

Axue's round face showed anthropomorphic confusion. It's okay to be right or wrong. This question is too difficult and it can't figure it out.

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Cemetery

Wayne galloped on his horse. His strong learning ability and his agile body without any extra fat allowed him to learn the best riding skills in a short period of time. He became a master of riding skills almost without any instruction.

The sparring partners were old men and women who stayed up late at night. Seeing that they were all energetic and emotionally stable, I thought they had no complaints.

Wayne's rapid progress is certainly due to Yulia's own characteristics. Rivers, lakes, cliffs and steep cliffs are all flat. The undead warhorse ensures that the owner will not fall off the horse, which also proves Wayne's talent.

Talent in death!

The followers of the goddess of death came to the door, and one of the three agents of the goddess, the observer Griu, personally came out to recruit him. There is a reason.

If the previous death knight died, Wayne has a great chance to become the new death knight.

Without further ado, Wayne mastered riding skills in the cemetery and explored the use of shadow nightmares. With Yulia's guidance, he just copied the previous work.

The death in Wayne's body is not single. There are two kinds of eternity.

One comes from the shadow nightmare, focusing on curses, controlling thoughts, and making the enemy's thoughts fall into an eternal nightmare.

The other comes from the town of Kafuno, focusing on tranquility. This tranquility is like pausing time, and the enemy's thoughts stay at the moment of being hit by the sword.

Compared with these two powerful death attributes that directly attack the mind, the other attributes such as awakening the dead, corrupting the body, and immortality are more like additional effects.

In the end, the key is thinking.

If you severely damage the enemy's thinking, you will win, and there are many ways to die according to your own thinking.

"It's a pity that my magic power is not strong enough, and my thinking is not enough. Even if I get the bonus, I can't fully exert the power of the two kinds of death." Wayne said regretfully.

With the encouragement of licking dogs and licking horses, he quickly cheered up.

No more talking, it's time to roll up, only by rolling up can a new world be opened.

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Outside the cemetery at this time, more than a dozen figures are hidden in the mist.

With the cover of the mist, they perfectly integrated into nature, with a restrained breath and no leaks. Unless you observe them face to face with your naked eyes, you can't sense their existence at all.

The leading priestess is Simon Emily. She took off her priest robes, put on a light and capable outfit, and led the scalpel elites of Lundan to investigate the cemetery.

Simon had already surrendered to Sphy. To show his loyalty, he cut off his long hair and changed it to the same short hairstyle as Sphy.

Just cutting hair was not enough to gain Sphy's trust. She gave Simon a task. The cemetery here was haunted in the middle of the night. There were traces of coffins being moved, and the soil had been turned over. It was suspected that the Death Knight was walking a horse nearby. Simon was asked to confirm the reliability of the information.

So, Simon, who rarely left the office, came to the front line and carefully selected the ten best scalpels she thought.

The Lendan Division was established later than the Paris Division, and the strength of the inherited scalpel organization was also much weaker. In addition, the Dark Knight had been rampant some time ago, and Lendan's scalpel organization suffered a heavy blow. Simon had few choices and could only pick a general from the short ones.

It was impossible to fight the Death Knight alone, unless he was dreaming. In the dream, it was possible to triumph with the Death Knight's head.

The reality was that the Death Knight chopped off everyone's heads and lined them up on the fence.

Sphy knew, and Simon knew too, that tonight's action was nothing more than a pledge of allegiance. It was not enough to just talk, but to show sincerity.

If she encounters the warhorse of the Death Knight, Simon can retreat at any time without punishment. Not only is there no punishment, but there is also a reward. She brought back crucial intelligence.

Simon looked at the cemetery with gusts of wind not far away, and silently made a gesture. The ten members of the Scalpel dispersed the queue, concealed their bodies and engaged in exploration and vigilance respectively.

Low risk does not mean no risk. Simon always keeps this in mind. Only timid magicians can live long.

A Scalpel Elite put his hands on the ground, connected his mind to the vegetation, magnified his vision through the roots of the vegetation, and explored the situation of the cemetery in all directions without dead ends.

In the perception, the cemetery is surrounded by greenery, but the center of the cemetery is dark, and the vision is blocked, and it is impossible to break through this layer of black curtain.

It is understandable that there is more or less the breath of death wandering in the cemetery. Life rejects this breath, subconsciously avoids it, and it is reasonable not to see it clearly.

At Simon's signal, the Scalpel Elite took out a glass bottle, poured the pollen into his palm and blew it gently.

Pollen that cannot be observed by the naked eye drifted, guiding the elite's vision to successfully enter the cemetery.

Throughout the whole process, no one used magic, and they were all well-deserved experts in infiltration.

"Roar, roar, roar————"

The strange wind whistled and rolled over the ground, rippling the green grass and vegetation, and the shadows of the trees shook violently, reminding the group that the crisis was approaching.

The scalpel elite whispered: "There is an undead dog, which is basically consistent with the evil dog next to the death knight in the intelligence. Three months ago, the urban legend of this evil dog appeared in the city of Lundan, and the first time was in the pet shelter, but this information needs to be verified."

The elite told the intelligence expressionlessly, waiting for Simon's next command.

"Can you see more?" Simon suppressed his surprise in his heart, wanting to confirm the whereabouts of the undead warhorse, but afraid that his men really saw the death knight.

"It's only the undead evil dog. It seems to have sensed my sight and is searching around. Now is the best time to retreat." The elite said.

"Retreat!"

Simon did not hesitate at all.

Tonight's mission was completed. It was confirmed that the undead hounds were real, and it was also an important piece of information.

There were many magical creatures wandering in the thick fog of Lundan. Whenever night fell, the fog would provide shelter for these magical creatures.

Several churches joined forces to eliminate batches of magical life, and also set up barriers to ensure the safety of citizens at night, but there are always some magical life that sneak into the city of Lendan through the cracks, and the undead dog may be one of them.

It occupies the cemetery and regards it as its territory.

As for why the undead dog is involved with the death knight, it may be because bones always attract each other.

Simon sensed the crisis and was unwilling to stay for long. He retreated directly with the scalpel elite. She walked in the middle and was responsible for being protected.

"Roar, roar, roar————"

Accompanied by a low roar, the ubiquitous fog rolled violently, gathering from afar to the surrounding of the cemetery, turning into wandering venomous snakes, twisting and searching for something.

The group stopped and tried their best to hide their breath, but the fog was not just for sensing and exploration, but also for a certain degree of observation at the physical level.

Several meticulous elites immediately realized that they had been exposed and what the undead dog's roar was for.

"Retreat immediately!"

Two elites set up Simon, who had a moving sense of combat, and the rest of the elites joined forces to prop up the protective barrier, pushing away the fog and speeding up the evacuation.

With rich combat experience and decisive execution, if there is no accident, they will definitely be able to evacuate safely tonight.

Swish!

The mist snakes entangled into sharp claws, biting the protective barrier like canine teeth, and each impact left visible scratches on the barrier.

In just ten seconds, hundreds of scratches appeared.

The magic power of the elites declined rapidly, and the horror of the undead hounds was powerful, especially the ability to control the fog, which was simply unbelievable.

In terms of strength, the undead hounds are not only magical lives born in the fog, but also blessed by the death knight.

Kacha!

One after another, the bloody mouths bit and bit the barrier, the force became stronger and stronger, and the offensive became more and more fierce. The elites realized that someone had to stay behind to cover the rear. They ignored the pale Simon, and five people covered the rear, and five people broke through with all their strength.

Of course, they still brought along Simon, the nominal leader.

Boom!

The moment the barrier was broken, the tangled vines burst out of the soil and grew into a giant more than ten meters high, holding up the mist to block the bites of fierce dogs from all directions.

The afterimages rushed across the ground and rushed towards the edge of the thick fog.

The elites analyzed that the mist controlled by the undead dogs existed in a certain range. If they successfully broke through, they could leave the place dominated by the undead dogs, and then they could better counterattack.

The elites who stayed behind were not in a hurry. They had experienced more dangerous scenes. At that time, the reason why the high priest escaped the pursuit of the dark knight was because of the scalpel mechanism.

Suddenly, the fog dissipated suddenly, and the hazy moonlight poured down.

The pressure was greatly reduced, and the terrifying atmosphere stopped abruptly. The five elites who were left behind looked at the evil dogs in front in surprise, not understanding why the other party stopped attacking.

What surprised them even more was that their colleagues who had finally escaped, with a faster retreat speed than before, carried Simon priest back.

Do you have to be so excessive? We have tried our best to create a chance for you to break out. Can't you cherish it?

Facing the angry eyes of their colleagues, the five people who turned back were also extremely helpless.

They went in the wrong direction. There was a more ruthless person over there. They couldn't break out.

Under the moonlight, the sound of horse hooves was crisp.

The Death Knight rode his warhorse sideways, with a skull surrounded by black mist, and a pair of jumping white flames looked at them.

A heavy voice sounded:

"Don't leave, stay and have a meal!"