Restarting the myth.

Chapter 100 If you can’t get it, destroy it
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Wayne punched the evil god one punch after another, red crystals flew everywhere, and the evil god's body was quickly annihilated by the corrosion of death.

It won't be long before the evil god's ability to face death will also wither.

Wayne was extremely calm at this moment. He did not borrow the power of the Death Knight. The big eyeball in the middle of the Book of Greed looked at the smaller eyeball of "Death", dyeing his magic power gray and cold.

Wayne found peace in death, a calm mind and a calm body. His calm mind allowed him to maintain a high level of rationality, and his calm body made him immune to blood magic.

Especially the latter is very important.

It cannot be said that the evil god is too weak. He can knock down the silver wizard with just a glance, which shows how powerful he is.

This is just the case of a partial mind descending, attached to a dying and weak body, and weakened in all aspects.

All we can say is that the evil god met the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

Wayne was not affected by blood magic at all. The power of death transformed himself into a living undead, and it was difficult to call him a human being.

And there are no side effects. You can switch in one second and turn around easily.

Sphy was ecstatic when he saw it, and Planck couldn't stop smiling. In any church, this would be the chosen son of God, the favorite of God.

Back to the point, the evil god was pinned to the ground and rubbed, his body corroded by the breath of death, and he could only rely on blood crystals to survive.

He thought it was a 50-50 fight. He couldn't control Wayne's blood, and Wayne couldn't hurt his mind, so it ended in a draw.

The life essences of the two are not on the same level. Mortals can drive gods back to the void, but they cannot kill a god in the true sense.

The result was beyond the evil god's expectations. Wayne controlled not only the magic of death, but the rules of death, which were enough to erase his mind.

Impossible, this kid doesn't even have the golden triangle. He is far from being a legendary wizard. How can he be qualified to control divine power?
Is he the illegitimate son of the goddess of death?

There are always some special ones among magicians who ignore the rules, break the rules, and even redefine the rules. The evil god was very annoyed. He encountered a weirdo at the first step of his descent. His luck was really bad.

The blood-colored crystals shattered several times, and then repositioned and reassembled several times to avoid the all-pervasive invasion of death.

For the sake of his plan, the evil god had to lower his attitude: "Young magician, the one in front of you is a god. He can satisfy all your wishes, including wealth, power, and endless knowledge..."

If people are capable, God will sit down and talk to them.

Wayne was so calm that he spoke very sparingly. Seeing that the evil god's mind was scattered and difficult to capture, he closed his eyes and stopped chasing.

The evil god was overjoyed, for he knew that human desires were endless, that everyone had weaknesses, and that no one could resist the devil's temptation.

Then he saw eight tentacles emerging from behind Wayne. They were gray tentacles condensed by the power of death. Anything they touched would be destroyed. Even his mind could not resist them.

Gan!
Don’t you have anything you want?

The tentacles shuttled through the holy magic circle, interweaving and dividing, interweaving and dividing again. Every time they touched, they would erase part of the evil god's thoughts.

The evil god was extremely angry, and he had not thought much about coming to the human world. If he continued like this, all the plans he had prepared for many years and the several deals he had reached with the Bart family would be wiped out by his death.

Especially the dragon blood, which was information he had obtained at great cost and which he had spent countless efforts to reconstruct. He was unwilling to give it to others no matter what.

If you don’t get it, destroy it!

No one can stop him from coming to the world!
The blood-colored crystals reunited and expanded into a red crystal sphere with a diameter of five meters. The moment the eight tentacles completed the encirclement, it exploded and shattered into pieces with a bang.

Hundreds of red crystal venomous snakes were running around, gnawing at the holy light magic barrier set up by Kerr. Although most of them were shattered by the death tentacles, some still managed to break through.

Wayne was not surprised by this. Gray mist rolled in his eyes. He raised one arm to prop up the death barrier. The gray barrier opened the curtain, blocking all the exits of the corridor, vowing to cut off all the thoughts of the evil god.

“Hehehe——”

Wild laughter echoed in the gray barrier, and a pressure filled with anger and destruction was rising steadily behind Wayne. He turned around in surprise and saw that the magic circle that purified the dragon blood was shaking violently.

The terrifyingly high temperature melted the surface into magma, and the lava flames gushed out like a volcanic eruption. Wayne retreated repeatedly and his clothes suddenly caught fire.

He slapped the flames off his body, took two steps forward, grabbed Kerr's wrist, looked at the terrifying figure slowly condensing in the flames, frowned, and walked away.

It was a burning dragon, made of pure dragon blood, resurrected under the control of blood magic. Everything from its scales to its claws, even its roar and dragon might were lifelike.

As Wayne walked away, he stared at the evil dragon and saw a ball of golden dragon blood in its translucent chest.

The dragon's blood is being consumed rapidly, indicating that the dragon cannot last long, but...

The evil god's thoughts escaped through this gap!
"Hohohoho——"

The dragon got on all fours, folded its wings, and rushed forward, melting the surrounding rock walls, roaring as it rushed towards Wayne.

Wayne had a blank expression on his face. Holding Kerr in one hand, he played hide-and-seek with the dragon in the interconnected caves. While making the dragon dizzy, he led it step by step towards the abyss at the end of the waterway.

"Has the evil god been destroyed?"

While going around in circles, Kerr's head hit the stone wall and he woke up with stars in his eyes.

"No." Wayne said concisely and ran forward.

"Then why are you still here? Don't say you didn't see it. Hurry to Bart Manor. The evil god has gone to find Ojia. ​​I have done some tricks, which should be able to hold him back for a while." Kerr urged hurriedly.

But soon, he understood why Wayne ignored the evil god and instead wandered around in the sewers.

"Hohohoho——"

The evil dragon spewed fire and chased after him. The high-temperature wall of fire evaporated the water vapor and burned everything in all directions red. When it was closest, the wall of fire had already ignited Kerr's hair.

"Hurry, throw me down, his target is you, it has nothing to do with me." Kerr screamed in horror.

Snapped!
Wayne knocked him out with a knife. This was the worst teammate he had ever coached. They talked too much nonsense.

In front of them, the abyss was right in front of them, and the giant dragon behind them was already chasing them.

Wayne stopped, the gray mist in his eyes dissipated, a vertical line appeared on his chest, and a tentacle stretched out and put the dark ring on his hand.

Wayne raised his finger towards the dragon. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the dark ring was worn on his middle finger.

"Hoohoho!!!"

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The roar of the evil dragon echoed in every corner of the underground river, and the two lost golden-haired creatures also vaguely heard some movement.

"Willie, did you hear anything?"

"Hmm, your stomach is growling."

"Shut up, no."

Because the totems at the entrance were different and the blood that opened the door was also different, Veronica and Willy fell into another waterway. Not only did they fail to find the marks left by Wayne along the way, they also lost their way tragically.

As they walked, Willy felt a little hungry and passed the pot to Veronica.

The two came to the end of the waterway and there was a shallow beach in front of them. With the help of spore vision, Veronica saw a figure kneeling on one knee.

The figure was wearing tattered armor, kneeling on one knee, one hand on his chest, with a knight's sword in front of him.

Willy raised her hand and shone out sunlight. The knight's body had already decayed, his bones had turned to soil, and only his armor remained in his kneeling position.

The armor that once shone brightly is now dull, covered with mottled rust, worn at the edges, and even has gaps in many places. Although the knight is dead, his thoughts are not dead, and his pursuit of honor and faith is deeply imprinted in the armor and sword.

Sensing the long-lost sunlight, the knight in armor slowly stood up, drew his sword and pointed it at Veronica.

Veronica was horrified. She just had dragon blood, not a dragon. The brainless knight obviously chose the wrong target.

Willy was stunned for a moment, and then a stronger sunlight burst out, covering both herself and Veronica. The knight's armor retracted the sword, a ray of thought flashed, and he strode around the two of them and walked forward.

It sensed the breath of the evil dragon.

……

Abyss cliff ravine.

The evil dragon chased Wayne, stepped into the trap woven by darkness, missed a step and fell off the cliff.

The rumbling underground sea water rolled back, extinguishing the flames and creating endless heat waves, which consumed the dragon blood in the heart of the evil dragon at an extremely fast speed.

After the dragon blood was exhausted, the evil dragon lost its energy core, and its body collapsed and dissipated automatically.

Wayne drowned the dragon with almost no effort.

Wayne was extremely grateful that the moving disaster had been resolved. Fortunately, the evil dragon forged from dragon blood had no brain and was not born on the surface, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He could feel how terrible the high temperature in the flames was, it was almost as terrible as the one who was in the radiation and didn't know what was happening.

Wayne's face was solemn. The evil god would rather waste dragon blood to complete his descent. It was definitely not as simple as just living in Oga's body. What was the point of living in a weak maid? It was impossible for all of the evil god's thoughts to descend. The final result could only be a private seat in the mental asylum.

"However, Dragon Heart Island will also be reduced to ruins."

Wayne took a deep breath, reached his five fingers into the void and pulled hard... pulled, pulled... but couldn't pull it out.

"What's going on? Where did my big vest go?"

Wayne's eyes suddenly shrank. He had lost contact with Shadow Nightmare and could not transform into a Death Knight on Dragon Heart Island.

“Is it too far?”

"No, I can sense the shadow nightmare, it shouldn't be a problem of distance..."

Wayne closed his eyes and his mind jumped to the vision of Shadow Nightmare. He gave orders as the master, and his sight followed his thoughts across thousands of mountains and rivers, across an ocean or even a world, and he saw the Death Knight sitting on the throne of bones.

To be precise, they are undead infantrymen who have lost their horses and heads.

The Undead Infantry took down the Shadow Nightmare, and a wisp of thought looked at Wayne, and the cold and desperate breath of death hit him in the face.

Oh my god, the victim has found me!

Wayne hurriedly cut off contact with Shadow Nightmare. The information provided by Yulia was wrong. The previous Death Knight was not missing and had always been there.

His beloved horse has been training him for so long, which has enabled him to become a good rider and shooter now. It doesn't matter to the victim, right?

"But at this time..."

Wayne secretly thought it was bad luck that the victim did not come earlier or later, but happened to strike Shadow Nightmare at the critical moment when the evil god was coming. What should he do? Should he chase after the evil god and apologize to him now?
"What bad luck!"

Six tentacles extended from Wayne's back, wriggling and climbing along the downward direction of the waterway. Whenever they encountered blocking stone walls along the way, they would directly corrode them with the breath of death.

Arriving at the shipyard reservoir, he threw Kerr away, and the six tentacles behind him squirmed and transformed into six pale flesh wings.

Spores attach to the fleshy wings, and green leaves grow attached to them.

It doesn’t matter if you look scary, just put on some makeup and use a filter and you’ll instantly look decent.

Wayne flapped his six wings and took off into the air. His speed was not fast, but the air force's straight line between two points was definitely faster than walking or even driving.

Such a figure flying in the sky is bound to attract strong onlookers from passers-by, and many of them will have their worldviews reshaped.

Wayne can no longer care about so many things. Reshaping his values ​​is better than dying. He has to survive first. Only by surviving will he be qualified to consider other things.

On the ground, Kerr was blown to the corner by the storm and the back of his head hit the wall with a bang.

The poor guy hit his head for the umpteenth time today.

He looked up dizzily, watching the six wings flapping away, muttered "angel", closed his eyes and fainted again.

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Bart Manor, in the maid's room.

The white ceiling peeled off in a glaring red color, and an inverted pentagram magic circle emerged, projecting the blood totem of hell.

A red light wrapped around a few golden lines crawled out of the totem, and the bloodshot eyes turned around, but could not find the maid Oga in the room.

“Hehehe——”

The evil god sensed the maid's location, and he rushed over with a strange roar and a red bloody wind. He slammed into the holy light defense and let out another burst of angry curses.

Time and time again, it's like this every time. Why is the road to success always so tortuous?

Kerr moved the maid away and gave her a cross necklace, saying that wearing it close to the body can calm the mind and help sleep, and help relieve sleepwalking.

He is Master Lundan, and he writes a lot, so Oga decides to believe him.

But obviously, these little tricks could not hold the evil god back for too long. If Vankel had been more ruthless and pushed Ojia off the cliff to death, the evil god would have been dead today.

Oga heard some noise and thought it was a mosquito, so he waved it a few times and didn't pay any attention to it.

Suddenly, she felt extremely sleepy. She thought to herself that the cross was not reliable at all. She yawned and fell asleep.

After a brief stalemate, the evil god was more skilled and successfully broke through the holy light defense, entered the maid's body, and used this body to complete his descent.

The maid Oga possesses the holy spirit physique that the church has always dreamed of. Her strange physique can carry more thoughts. Although it has strengths and weaknesses, it is definitely the first choice for performing the necromancy, and it is more reliable than the golden wizard's summoning of gods.

Every advantage has its disadvantages, and the Holy Spirit Physique is no exception. It is easy to be possessed by evil gods and evil spirits, and even ordinary souls can be attracted, causing the owner of the Holy Spirit Physique to have constant nightmares.

A shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above Bart Manor, and a red lightning snake was running fast in the dark cloud.

The evil god's thoughts continue to descend, and his power in the human world is growing rapidly.

The body of the maid Oga slowly floated up, her eyes were bloodshot, the corners of her mouth formed a terrifying arc, and she raised her arms and let out a laugh that did not belong to her.

The evil god has arrived!
He absorbed a few strands of golden threads in mid-air and injected the last bit of dragon blood into his body. The blood of the evil dragon transformed his body, and his strong mind ensured that his body would not collapse because of the dragon blood.

The maid's slender figure soared to two meters, covered with fine scales, her hands and feet turned into dragon claws, and a long tail and wings extended from her back.

On the forehead, the dragon blood was alienated by the evil god's thoughts, and a pair of curved horns grew backwards.

"That's it, that's what I want!"

The evil god clenched his claws, feeling the surging power in his body. The heavy loss of dragon blood was seriously inconsistent with his original plan. He could not realize his grand plan with only this little power.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze towards Crescent Bay, where there was an ownerless faith waiting to be harvested.

Poseidon!!
(End of this chapter)