Restarting the myth.

Chapter 115 Death Knight: Scared Me to Death

That night.

Cathedral of St. Dominic.

The moonlight penetrated the thick clouds, casting dim and hazy light on the earth. A light mist rose in the air at some point.

Under the dual effects of fog and dim moonlight, the cathedral was shrouded in a dark shadow, and those holy statues that looked like works of art also exuded a dark luster.

Inside the cathedral, rows of black candles were lit, and dozens of figures in black robes clasped their hands on their chests, closed their eyes, and prayed in low voices.

Among the crowd were seminary students Pat and Reid, seminary dean Julian, and public officials of the cathedral, led by Bishop Keith, almost all of whom were present.

At the front of the crowd, a mysterious man with a blurred face knelt on one knee, smeared the juice of crushed insects on the ground, and drew an inverted pentagram magic circle related to the belief in hell.

Several men in black robes brought wooden boxes and a half-human, half-insect statue of the evil god, and the black magician Quinton was also brought up.

Looking at the strange atmosphere at the scene, Quinton seemed to have realized something. He shouted and cursed loudly, trying to break free from his restraints and escape.

The mysterious man glanced at Quinton, who immediately rolled his eyes and fell into a silent sleep.

The mysterious man opened the wooden box, covered the half-human, half-insect statue with a dark-colored holy cloth, and ordered people to place the statue and Quinton on the inverted pentagram magic circle at the same time.

The prayers sounded and the Advent ceremony officially began.

Murmured prayers were heard from the mouths of the people in black robes. As the ceremony progressed, the emotions of the crowd gradually became more excited.

They felt the Lord's care, their hearts were filled with hope and confidence for the future, and they were filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This satisfaction became increasingly intense and gradually evolved into madness.

The light of the black candles suddenly grew larger, darkness enveloped the cathedral, and along with devout prayers, the entire cathedral was immersed in an eerie, sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The inverted pentagram emitted a cold light, and the statue covered by the holy shroud slowly squirmed. Black veins extended out, crawling all over Quinton's body like insects, and drilling into his body through his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

Quinton was shaking like a convulsion, and he suddenly raised his hands with his fingers spread out, as if he was hugging something.

The holy shroud glowed with a scorching red light, like a blazing flame or scarlet blood, and the bloody smell filled every corner of the cathedral.

An indescribable powerful thought suddenly came, descended upon the statue, and then flowed into Quinton's body along the black veins.

5 minutes;
10 minutes;
One hour……

A second before daybreak, the statue under the holy shroud disappeared, the dark brown linen fell to the ground, and the inverted pentagram magic circle also stopped rotating at this moment.

"Ah, the human world!"

"I am back again……"

After a night's sleep, Quinton opened his eyes. Now he should be called the Thousand-Eyed Demon, the evil god from hell, one of the seventy-two demon kings, and the enemy of God, the devil, who has come to the world.

"Good morning, my respected master. Your servant Sigma offers you his most sincere respects. Did you sleep well last night?" The mysterious man stroked his chest with one hand, as elegantly as a butler.

"Sigma, you did a great job."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon twisted his half-human, half-insect body and stood up. He waved his hand to pull open a black light mirror and looked at the body that carried his will.

It's not perfect, but it's good enough.

Sigma is a believer of the Thousand Eyes and calls himself a servant of God. He received a blessing from the Thousand Eyes during a heavy fog and officially became a disciple, gaining the power bestowed by the Thousand Eyes.

He lurks in Jianhe County, rarely goes out and never causes trouble. The Holy See has always suspected that there are minions of the devil active in Jianhe County, but due to lack of evidence and inability to find the people behind the activities, every investigation has ended in nothing.

Different from other devil's followers, Sigma is very rational. He is always waiting and will never take action unless the success rate is 100%.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was very satisfied with this servant. The holy shroud, the body suitable for his descent, the fallen servant of God, all the conditions for descent, no matter how harsh or not, Sigmar fulfilled them.

"Sigma, how should I reward you?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon's body shook, and the insect part of him shrank into his body. His confused thoughts also calmed down, and he became the same as a normal person.

At this time, the Thousand-Eyed Demon looked like an ordinary person. He put on his pants and stood on the street. No one could see his true face.

"My master, your coming is the greatest reward for me." Sigmar took out a suit and placed it respectfully in front of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

"That's well said, but I must give you some reward."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon looked around and fixed his gaze on the Holy Shroud. He waved his hand and turned the Holy Shroud into a black robe, which he gave to his most loyal and capable servant.

The robe is a magical equipment. The user's thoughts can stimulate the inverted pentagram array, thereby controlling the unique abilities of the Thousand Eyes Demon.

Extract the souls and minds of others and use their power for your own benefit.

As a servant of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, Sigmar was originally endowed with similar abilities. After putting on the robe transformed from the Holy Shroud, his abilities would be greatly enhanced.

Sigma was puzzled. He didn't say anything. After putting on his robe, he asked, "My master, the Shroud of the Saints got its name because it wrapped the remains of the saints. It should be our enemy. I can understand that it can break the seal of hell, but why can it be engraved with an inverted pentagram?"

"Sigma, don't be misled by false history. Saint Dominic is not pure."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon said to his servant: "He is the descendant of the devil in the world. His loyal faith cannot change the blood flowing in his body. He thought that he could cut off his sins by bleeding all the blood, but some of it is stuck to the shroud."

A saint with a devout faith, but with the unforgivable blood of hell flowing in his body. Holiness and sin are mixed together. Just thinking about it, the Thousand-Eyed Demon couldn't help but laugh.

Although the devil did not tempt the saint to fall and was eventually driven back to hell by Dominic, the devil did not fail completely. The blood of sin continued to exist in the world, giving the devil a chance to make a comeback.

Sigma only half understood what he heard, so he said, "My master, you have come to the world. What should we do next? Your servants are ready to give you your orders at any time."

"You stay in Jianhe County and use this church as your base to recruit believers. Don't let outsiders know that I have arrived."

The Thousand Eyes Demon looked into the distance: "As for me, I will reach Lundan, where the fog can open the gates of hell. I also have a few friends... They all want to come to the human world for vacation."

Having said that, the Thousand-Eyed Demon smiled coldly.

Some time ago, one of his allies successfully descended to the human world. However, due to insufficient preparation, he was driven back to hell by the magician shortly after his arrival.

The victory that was in his hands was gone, and he looked so miserable that he looked like a clown and became the latest joke in hell.

Thinking of this, the Thousand-Eyed Demon was even more impressed with Sigmar. If his servants had not been so outstanding, his coming would not have been so easy.

"My Lord, I would like to accompany you to Lundan."

"No, you have to stay here."

The Thousand Eyes Demon said solemnly: "Remember, don't let anyone know that I'm here."

"Follow your orders."

----

9 month 8 day.

Wayne arrived at the cathedral carrying his suitcase.

Out of respect for history and for some reasons that are inconvenient to elaborate, he asked his office assistant to make a copy of the five books, and the manuscript would be brought back to Lundan and placed in the bedroom.

Wayne came to church today for another reason besides returning and borrowing books: to inquire about the progress of the investigation.

It's been three days. Do you know how he spent these three days? He was reading books with Ottilia in the office every day. The younger brothers looked at them with strange eyes.

This is really unreasonable!

What's the point of just watching? You guys are just stirring up rumors of office romance!

Wayne also knew that the devil's followers were good at hiding, so in order to avoid alerting the enemy, all investigations had to be conducted in secret, which was not as easy as imagined. However, three days was too long, and if there was no news, he would have to return to London.

"Hey, Dean Julian, why are you here too?"

As soon as Wayne entered the cathedral, he bumped into the seminary team head-on and joked, "It's too blatant. They're shoving people into the church openly. If this gets out, Bishop Keith will have a headache."

Julian smiled awkwardly and learned that Wayne came to see Keith. He pointed in a direction and hurried away with the scholars.

Dean Julian had a strange look on his face, as if he was guilty, but Wayne didn't take it to heart. After all, the other party's behavior was indeed against the rules. He asked the church staff and found Bishop Keith who was confessing in front of the cross.

"Your Excellency, I am here to return the book."

Wayne frowned and said, "What's going on? We agreed to investigate the devil's minions, why are you acting like nothing happened?"

Keith was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There's nothing I can do. The other party is hiding too deeply, and several clues are broken. I can only wait for the other party to reveal himself."

"Too passive. I can't stay in Jianhe County forever. I will return to Lundan today. If you find anything, inform Darcy and he will call me."

Wayne curled his lips. He was not efficient at all. How did the Holy See become like this!

Big companies are like this, they procrastinate and focus all their energy on making money. As a hired outsider, Wayne was paid to do the job and was too lazy to care too much. After asking them a few words, he stated his purpose.

"Return the book..."

Keith frowned, it was true, he shook his head apologetically, he said he was very busy these past few days, he had no rest day and night, his memory had declined a little.

"Just as long as no little boy gets hurt."

Wayne muttered to himself and followed Bishop Keith to the garden warehouse. The latter was a little absent-minded today, probably because he had not slept for several days and nights. He was in a very bad state and did not even sign when he entered the door.

It took Wayne's reminder for Keith to react.

In the third area of ​​the warehouse, Wayne selected ancient books according to Ottilia's request. As the investigation had not yielded any results, he did not plan to stay in Jianhe County any longer and planned to borrow a few more books this time.

Not much, just twenty or so, just enough to feed the literary girl.

After a moment, he frowned again and pointed at the bookshelf and said, "Bishop Keith, has anyone come to the warehouse in the past few days? I remember there were a few very interesting biographies here three days ago, but now they are gone."

Keith looked thoughtful, and after a moment he shook his head: "It might be other clergymen. I have been investigating recently and have not paid attention to the situation in the warehouse."

But no one signed the entry and exit form?
Moreover, your autograph is required to enter and exit the warehouse.

Wayne looked Keith up and down, and after a while he said, "Get some rest. You're in very bad shape. You won't be able to stop the cultists from coming to your house, let alone investigate."

Keith accepted it with a wry smile and helped Wayne pack the ancient books. He didn't complain about him taking away thirty precious books in one go.

"This guy is a little weird. His steps are unsteady and he looks listless. He's a typical case of overwork. Could he have really harmed the little boy?" Wayne muttered to himself as he left the cathedral carrying a large suitcase.

After Wayne left, Bishop Keith found Sigma, who was flipping through an ancient book. He frowned when he heard this.

The ability granted to him by the Thousand-Eyed Demon is extremely powerful, allowing him to control the opponent's thoughts and will without leaving any traces. However, this ability also has its flaws. If he does not take the initiative to control it, Keith will only act according to the most basic orders.

Sigma had reason to suspect that Wayne had discovered something.

"How strong is this pastor?"

"He's very powerful, a silver wizard. He was the one who disrupted our plan last time." Keith bowed and answered, as humble as a servant.

"He's back in Lundang?"

"Yes."

"..."

Sigmar groaned in silence. He had already taken control of the cathedral and the seminary, but had not touched the stronghold of the Church of Nature. Now it seemed that even if he tried to avoid attention, it would inevitably come to him.

There is no choice but to move.

"Silver Mage..."

Sigma picked up the phone beside him and dialed a number.

He cannot stray too far from the target he controls, at least he cannot leave the university town. If he does not take action, the people under his command are useless and will be unable to do anything to the Silver Mage.

Even if they could defeat and kill the Silver Mage, the traces of magic would cause the already complicated situation to completely spiral out of control. Fortunately, magic was not the only thing in the world that could take lives.

One car accident, one shooting, that's enough.

----

Route 114.

The investigation had made no progress, so Wayne decided not to stay. He handed the suitcase to Ottilia and drove back to London alone.

In order to familiarize himself with the route, he drove slowly, and even slower when he entered Highway 114.

He still remembered the fog when he came here. He guessed that it was an advanced copy, a projection of a certain world, similar to some urban legends of Lundan.

Wayne didn't want to get lost in the advanced copy again, so he slowed down the car and released white pigeons out of the window for navigation.

If heavy fog occurs, turn around immediately.

The heavy fog did not appear, and two cars that had rear-ended each other were seen ahead. The two drivers were standing on the road blaming each other.

very dangerous!
Wayne honked his horn to remind the two that just because he was driving slowly, it didn't mean other drivers were driving slowly. If they wanted to argue, they should do so on the side of the road and not risk their lives to cause trouble for others.

The two drivers were frightened by the horn and raised their middle fingers at the oncoming black car.

Wayne didn't give in and rolled down the window to return the favor.

They were just being kind-hearted. It was not enough to just return the gift, so they asked white pigeons to drop bombs from the sky, and each of them applied a little correction fluid.

The black car had not driven out 500 meters when seven or eight men in black suddenly emerged from the sides of the woods, holding guns and pulling the trigger, shooting the car into a sieve.

With a loud bang, an orange-red fireball rolled, thick black smoke rose, and raging flames enveloped the entire car.

The killers did not leave immediately. They wanted to see the person alive or dead. Their opponent was a magician, and the explosion did not mean death. They had to see the body with their own eyes.

Bang!
The twisted car door flew out violently.

Under the killers' horrified gaze, the skeleton in black armor strode out of the flames. He touched his head surrounded by black smoke and closed his jaw: "I was scared to death. I almost thought I was going to die."

(End of this chapter)