Restarting the myth.

Chapter 116 All fear comes from insufficient firepower
The attack came too suddenly. Wayne was pointed at by seven or eight guns at the same time, and there was crossfire. He was so scared that he stepped on the accelerator and put on the Death Knight's vest.

There were bullets flying everywhere and flames exploding. Wayne got out of the car and still felt a little scared when he thought about it.

He looked at the killers with murderous eyes, and seeing the Death Knight, he thought that everyone present must have been prepared for death.

scoff!

Two cars drove up one after the other and stopped suddenly ten meters away. The two drivers who rear-ended the car looked at the Death Knight, each with a look of horror on their face.

They were holding pistols and it was difficult to shoot or not shoot.

"So it was coming for me..."

Wayne muttered, raising his hands and spreading the tentacle-like aura of death.

There was a loud gunshot and the scene was in chaos.

The grey tentacles had a very large coverage area, wrapping around two cars and entwining the killers on both sides of the road. Any flesh and blood that came into contact with them immediately dissipated and turned into dry bones.

Those who run slowly are lucky enough to see their companions in front of them turn into skeletons while running, and then they themselves follow suit and turn into skeletons.

The skeleton maintained its charging momentum, fell forward due to inertia, and collapsed into ashes the moment it hit the ground.

Wayne stood in the middle of the field, and the bullets hit his body, but they had no effect at all.

Although the Death Knight's vest has lost a lot of things, it is really easy to use. The immortality alone can make most magics ineffective.

As for hot weapons, ordinary firearms are no different from fire sticks in front of the Death Knight. With a wave of his hand, the parts will decay and become waste.

Wayne killed the killers on both sides and waved the breath of death to extinguish his scrapped car.

He is a nostalgic person. This car is Sidney's relic. It has been with him for one month and ten days. It has been used to pick up Chris from school several times. Even if he has no credit, he has worked hard. It cannot be sacrificed in vain. Someone must give him an explanation.

Wayne turned and looked at the two cars wrapped in the aura of death. Black mist rose around him and he walked towards the two drivers with murderous intent.

The two killers were frightened out of their wits.

All the fear stems from insufficient firepower; the small pistol can hardly make the two feel safe.

A man pushed open the car door, and regardless of the terrible corrosive power of death, he pulled the trigger at the armored skeleton that was approaching.

The bullet flew out of the gun and shot into the thick gray mist. Before it touched Wayne's body, it was withered by the breath of death. It hit the black armor with a clang, leaving no even a white mark.

Under the killer's desperate gaze, Wayne reached out and grabbed his face, lifting him high in the air: "Who, who asked you to come?"

The killer kicked his legs in the air, wanting to say something, but since he couldn't open his mouth, he could only whimper for mercy.

"Not bad, you are a tough guy. I admire you a little bit."

Wayne turned and looked at another car. The gray mist in his palm dissipated, and the killer he was holding changed from a plump flesh and blood body to a dried mummy, and then split and decomposed, turning into dust and blown away by the wind.

The despairing power destroyed all fighting spirit. The last killer pushed open the car door, threw away his pistol, and cried and begged Wayne to give him another chance.

Wayne ignored him and kicked the killer away, causing him to hit the car hard.

He gave the killer a chance, and whoever gave him the death knight a chance, life is only once, and if you work as a killer, you must have the courage to face death.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me, who sent you here?"

"I said, will you let me go?" The killer subconsciously raised his head and looked at the Death Knight at close range. His face was pale than his bones with fear.

"Of course, I promise to spare your life."

"It's our boss. I don't know who he is. I only know that he is very resourceful. He provided weapons and recruited us to work for him. It has been two years. I have never seen him..."

The killer spoke incoherently and said a lot of incomprehensible nonsense.

Wayne heard some important information that the small killer organization had a financial backer and a boss. The boss asked them to ambush on the road, gave a general description of his appearance, and provided the license plate number.

"I'm done."

The killer looked at Wayne tremblingly, and according to the promise, it was time to let him go.

"You go."

The killer seemed to be pardoned. He thanked the master excitedly, glanced at the woods on the side of the road, and rushed into the gray fog.

After two steps, the skeleton fell to the ground and turned into flying sand.

"What's the hurry? I haven't opened the door yet!"

Wayne took off his Death Knight vest and at the same time dispersed the aura of death that filled the surroundings. Everyone saw that he kept his promise and was willing to give the other party a way to live. It was the killer who ran too fast and bumped into the arms of the Goddess of Death.

"You can't bump into the goddess's arms. I can only hug her thighs."

Wayne picked up the pistol on the ground, looked around, removed the license plate of his scrapped car, jumped into a car that had rear-ended another car and drove towards Jianhe City.

Not many people knew that he had returned to Lundan. It was definitely impossible for Fra to commit the crime, so naturally Darcy and Ottilia in the church's stronghold had a motive for the crime.

The former wanted to climb up the social ladder, while the latter was angry that the scumbag just flirted with her and left.

Wayne nodded repeatedly and threw the two guesses into the trash can. Bishop Keith's face flashed before his eyes: "Too suspicious."

Keith was in a bad state today and Wayne didn't think much of it at the time.

After all, Keith is the leader of a cathedral. He is a devil's minion or something. It is more than enough for him to protect himself by just picking up a treasure from the warehouse.

Now that I think about it, the other party is most likely under control.

"As a clergyman, you can't defeat the devil, and you are no match for the devil's minions..."

Wayne didn't know how to complain. He should give some face to the Holy See. The Windsor royal family should be blamed for this. If the royal family hadn't been so harsh and only one supreme leader, the Archbishop, was left in the country, the Holy See wouldn't have lost its talent and been bullied by the devil's minions.

Following this line of thought, Wayne thought of Dean Julian and a group of seminary scholars who were visiting the church.

If I'm not mistaken, the entire army was wiped out, and every one of them became a puppet of the devil.

Be braver, the Thousand-Eyed Demon's advent ceremony is in progress.

Hopefully in time!
"Keith's behavior was particularly strange today. He did it several times right under my nose, but I didn't notice it..."

Wayne stepped on the accelerator to speed up, and the more he thought about it, the more regretful he became, so he raised his hand and slapped himself.

I've been wanting to beat you up for a while!

Because I have always been lenient towards myself, the slap on my face was very light and I just touched it.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the university town. After such a long journey, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon and they could not eat the hot pot that Fla had carefully prepared.

Wayne had a gloomy face. Time waits for no one. If he was a step slower, the devil would come. He did not go to the Natural Church base, but went straight to St. Dominic's Cathedral with a pistol in his hand.

……

cathedral.

Bishop Keith confessed in front of the cross. After being controlled by Sigma, he would fall into confusion from time to time. He didn't know why he was confessing, he only knew that he should do so.

Sigma controlled his mind but could not completely change his will. In comparison, the people in the seminary had become the devil's most loyal believers.

"Bishop Keith, what are you confessing?"

Wayne strode into the church and stopped five meters away from Keith.

Keith's body trembled and turned around in surprise: "Mr. Wayne, why are you... back again?" "I encountered a car accident on the road, and a few ignorant guys tried to scam me. I got angry and beat them all to death. I am deeply sinful, so I came to the church specially to confess to God, hoping that he can forgive my sins." Wayne said coldly.

Keith's eyes were evasive and he stammered.

Wayne was more convinced by the poor acting. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Bishop Keith, can you take me to the warehouse? There are many people here. I have something else to ask you."

Keith nodded repeatedly and walked in front at a quick pace. Wayne quickened his pace to catch up. Before entering the warehouse, he reminded Keith again not to forget to sign.

Wayne stood in the first area and did not go deep into the back. There were a large number of sculptures and replicas of ancient knight armor.

He shrugged his nose. He didn't smell any strange smell along the way, and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

There is still time, the devil's advent ceremony has not yet begun.

"Bishop Keith, where is the statue of the Thousand Eyes Demon? What do you think about the devil's advent ceremony?"

Wayne pressed on, took out his pistol and walked towards Keith: “Personally, I think that if the summoning ceremony is held in the church, the slap in the face behavior is too arrogant, so the seminary is undoubtedly a good place.”

"Mr. Wayne, you are too excited. Put the gun away."

Keith's demeanor changed drastically, he was calm and no longer panicked. He smiled and took out the Bible, signaling Wayne not to provoke a clergyman in the church.

"You also know that this is inside a church!"

Wayne looked into Keith's eyes, suddenly raised his hand and fired two shots. The bullets hit Keith's side, one on the left and one on the right. The latter stood still and had no intention of dodging at all.

"It's not that easy to trick me into killing the bishop of the Holy See."

Wayne put away his pistol, took a step forward and rushed towards Keith. His speed was so fast that a faint afterimage was left behind.

Keith's spells failed to hit the target. When he came to his senses, he was punched hard in the face. Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose. He was violently thrown over and the back of his head hit the wall hard.

There was a click.

There were several cracks on the wall.

Wayne did not attack again. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his fist. He stopped to observe Keith's expression changes. Seeing the latter's face full of bloodthirsty look, he shook his head regretfully.

It is said that the great memory recovery technique is specifically designed to counter mind control, hypnosis, and illusion. Why doesn't it work on him?

How about changing your stance and throwing a few more punches?
Bang bang bang————

There were hurried footsteps and Wayne turned around to see nearly twenty church clergymen rushing over, each holding a Bible and a cross. Without a word of conversation, they recited psalms in unison and began to cast holy light magic.

The recitations merged into one, and the holy power slowly gathered.

Wayne raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet hit the light and shadow curtain in mid-air, slowing down for a moment until it ran out of power and fell to the ground.

He didn't try with his fists, and green light bloomed in his eyes.

The plants in the back garden grew rapidly. Roots and vines broke through the soil, entwined the bodies of the clergy, drilled into their throats to interrupt their spells, and tied them up like dumplings.

The defensive light curtain dissipated in an instant, and countless vines rushed into the warehouse, tying up Bishop Keith who was standing there in a daze.

The magicians who surrounded the Church of Nature in the garden, if not brave, could only be collectively hit by the aura of reduced intelligence.

"Come out, I can smell the stench on you from Lundan."

Wayne looked towards the corner of the corridor: "Of course, you can always hide..."

He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a malicious look, "Guess, did I call Lundan to inform the Heavenly Father Church over there that someone was preparing for the coming ceremony of the evil god of hell?"

At the end of the corridor, Sigma walked out in a black robe, his face blurred and unable to be seen clearly: "Dear Pastor, I have not offended the Church of Nature..."

boom! !

The blazing waves of fire rushed down, and with the help of the storm, the momentum was extremely powerful.

Sigma's legs were entangled in vines, and he was unable to dodge for a moment. He could only watch as the raging waves of fire flooded the corridor and crushed towards him with their fangs and claws.

Boom!

Outside the church, passers-by only heard a loud bang, followed by billowing black smoke rising from inside the church, as if something had exploded.

The corridor in front of the warehouse was in tatters, filled with thick smoke, and rubble was scattered all over the ground. The wall facing the warehouse was charred and most of it had collapsed.

Sigma stood calmly in the hot air. He raised his hand and looked, marveling at the extraordinary Shroud of the Saint. With the protection of this evil weapon, elemental magic could not hurt him at all.

Wayne looked at the unharmed enemy in surprise. After a brief silence, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

Sneak attack!

Sigma only had time to raise his arm and spread his five fingers before casting a spell, when the bullet pierced his palm and hit his blurry face.

In an instant, this ever-changing face began to jump violently.

The enemy did not fall. Wayne continued to pull the trigger until the magazine was empty. Then he threw away the scrap metal in his hand and waved the Storm with one hand, integrating the parasitic spores into every corner of the back garden.

Sigma's face kept jumping, and every time he was shot, a face flickered and disappeared. When Wayne's magazine was empty, he stood there intact, except for a few more bullets at his feet.

Parasitic mushrooms bloom on Sigma's body, draining his vitality to thrive, and then secreting more spores to cause secondary and tertiary attacks.

Sigma sucked a large number of tiny spores into his body, propping up his chest and abdomen, and then drilled out through his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

Soon, a tree man covered with fungi grew into shape.

Wayne frowned in silence. As he stared, Sigma snapped his fingers, and flames surrounded his body. He stepped out, still intact.

What a strange immortal body!

Rather than saying he is immortal, it would be more accurate to say that the enemies are killed by him over and over again, and they are resurrected with full health each time.

"Mr. Mu Si, can you answer a question for me?"

Sigma's blurred face turned to Wayne and asked politely, "If we swapped our names on the day we were born, and you and I swapped positions today, would you be me in my shoes?"

What does it mean, doing philosophy?
Wayne sneered and strode towards Sigma: "I am very satisfied with my name. As for you, changing ten thousand names will not change your fate of death today."

Within five steps, Wayne raised his fist.

"wrong answer."

Sigma smiled slightly, and countless faces appeared on his face. Suddenly, they all came out and pounced on Wayne's face.

Each of those faces has its own thoughts, each is independent, and each is highly collective. They call out in unison, allowing Wayne to integrate into the collective and into the new life.

Countless thoughts mixed together, well-organized yet extremely chaotic. The harsh noise made people dizzy and they couldn't help but shout along with those voices.

Seeing the fist stop, Sigma's smile widened.

Another self is born.

Bang!
The fist fell and hit Sigma's face hard, distorting the smiling face.

"It's so noisy!"

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