Restarting the myth.

Chapter 125 Isn't it just exploitation? Who wouldn't do that?

There are many ways to capture the essence of life, the simplest of which is alchemy.

Once, Wayne drained the elemental space of the Lord of the Void, and the latter was ready to use alchemy to take back the four elements.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon's ability is extremely powerful. It can extract the thoughts, magic, and life essence of others for its own use. This was confirmed by Wayne when he fought Sigma.

"Too outrageous. If this is true, then he would be invincible..."

Wayne sat cross-legged on the ground, his arms crossed in front of his chest, frowning as he thought. The Thousand-Eyed Demon's abilities were ridiculously strong, even more extreme than his cheating skills.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon does not have a place among the Seven Demon Kings of Hell. He is at most middle-class, and cannot be considered a top-level demon king of Hell. This shows that although the Thousand-Eyed Demon is powerful, there is an upper limit to his ability, and he cannot do whatever he wants.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the abilities of the seven demon kings are even more terrifying.

"You'll know after you try it."

Wayne looked around and stretched out his claws towards Mona.

As soon as she touched Wayne's face, Mona suddenly stood up, supported herself on the ground with one hand, and swept her kick across, turning into a black line and attacking Wayne's neck.

The speed was very fast and the power was not weak. Before the hit, Wayne felt a gust of wind sweeping across his face.

Snapped!
He raised his hand and grabbed her ankle, his five fingers tightening like a pair of pliers. The pain spread through her nerves throughout her body, and Mona couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"Don't be shy, I'm just touching your face. When you were sleeping just now, I touched all over your body." Wayne took on the role of the villain with ease, and his lines came out fluently. It seems that his acting skills are getting better and better.

Make your debut one day and become a big star!

He stood up suddenly, stepped sideways, grabbed Mona's ankle, swung it and smashed it to the ground.

The ancient city had been abandoned for many years, and the bricks and stones were weathered and brittle. Mona put her hands in front of her face, the wind whistled in her ears, and she had a close contact with the ground, half of her body sank directly into it.

Wayne grabbed Mona's ankle, pulled her out of the rubble, and threw her on the ground like garbage.

Mona was panting and lying on the ground in a very inelegant posture. The last bit of strength in her body was drained and she could only watch the enemy stretch out his claws towards her.

Wayne squatted down, clasped Mona's face with his five fingers, and saw the angry eyes between his fingers. He said sinisterly: "Don't be afraid, this is my first time too, I will try not to hurt you."

Wayne used his newfound abilities to try to extract Mona's thoughts, magic, and life essence.

Even in her heyday, her thinking and magic power were far inferior to Wayne's, not to mention now, when her thinking and magic power are almost gone, and Wayne gained very little and didn't get much out of her.

"It's just this little, I don't even want it for free."

Wayne tried several times, repeatedly extracting and injecting thoughts and magic power, gradually becoming proficient in his new abilities.

The Thousand Eyes Demon gave him limited abilities. He could not seize and control Mona's mind as easily as Sigma. He was weakened in all aspects, making it extremely difficult for Wayne to control Mona's mind.

Mona was horrified, realizing that the enemy was trying to control her mind. She said hastily, "You are a disciple of the Blood Lord. If he knows that you have betrayed your faith, only destruction will await you..."

"Shut up, or I'll pull out your tongue."

Wayne repeatedly studied his new ability, and after he became proficient in it, the evil hand reached out to the essence of life, that is, the four elements of earth, fire, water and wind in Mona's body.

He is not short of magic power, nor does he lack that bit of dispensable thinking. He just wants the essence of life. Once the essence of life is gone, thinking and magic power will naturally improve as well.

External thoughts and magic are ultimately not as safe as one's own. Perhaps this is why the Thousand-Eyed Demon cannot become a top demon king.

Success depends on ability, failure also depends on ability.

However, the magic power in Mona's body is not completely useless. After Wayne extracted it, the Book of Greed scooped up a little holy light from its teeth.

A mosquito leg is still a leg. A little bit of accumulation is always better than nothing.

The Book of Greed barely filled the gap between his teeth, and Wayne began to extract the essence of life.

Half an hour later, he slowly moved his hand away. Mona's face was flushed like a sickly one, her eyes were staring blankly at the sky, cold sweat soaked her white robe, and her beautiful curves were exposed.

If you don’t know, you would think she was played badly!

Wayne frowned and looked at his hand. He had drawn it, but his efficiency was too poor. Not to mention compared with the elemental space and gray space, the efficiency of his own meditation alone far exceeded the ability bestowed by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

"What's going on? There's no effect at all..."

Wayne was confused, so he analyzed his own situation and speculated on two possibilities.

His hexagram was successfully shaped, but without practicing the silver cross, he could not fill in more four elements;

The Thousand Eyes only viewed him as a disposable tool, far inferior to his servant Sigmar, granting him abilities but not much.

"You are so stingy. It's hard for me to help you with such a small amount of money!"

Wayne got the ability he had always dreamed of, but unfortunately, this ability was not as powerful as he imagined, and it made almost no difference whether he got it or not.

Then I just knelt in vain!
This was not the first time Wayne had clashed with the devil, but it was definitely the time he suffered the most. If he endured for a while, everything would be calm, but if he took a step back, he would get angrier and angrier. He became so cruel that he directly sentenced the Thousand-Eyed Demon to death.

"We can't let him die so easily. We must keep his abilities..."

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin. It was difficult to get the Thousand-Eyed Demon to give up his abilities voluntarily. He had to further gain the other party's trust.

Trust is secondary. There is no such word as trust in the devil's dictionary. Instead of gaining trust, it is better to demonstrate one's own value and let the Thousand-Eyed Demon know that the plan cannot be accomplished without him and that more investment must be made if one wants to succeed.

Thinking of this, Wayne took out the alchemy book from his arms.

An evil ritual from hell, which sews 666 corpses together into magical beings. Because the corpses are all related to the belief in hell, after the ritual is successful, the stitched corpse monsters have the terrifying ability to communicate between the human world and hell.

Wayne remembered that the Thousand-Eyed Demon required sixty-six corpses, which was one less six than in the alchemy book. After the ritual was successful, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.

"What on earth is that guy planning?"

Wayne was at a loss. He knew very little about hell, so he decided to seek help from professionals.

Mona!

He looked at the nun of the Vatican who was almost broken by him, and pondered for a moment. Since she was almost broken anyway, it might as well be a little worse.

Everything is for justice!
Wayne helped Mona up, put his hands on her shoulders, pushed his new ability to the limit, and whispered: "Look into my eyes!"

When Mona was in a daze, she heard a whispering sound in her ears. She subconsciously looked over and saw a huge demon eye floating in the boundless darkness.

The devil's eye was filled with boundless desires. It was weird, mysterious, extremely evil, and yet had an irresistible magical power.

Wayne connected his mind with Mona's, pried open the other party's mental defenses in the simplest and crudest way, and then strengthened his ability to control people's minds to the limit, trying to plant his own voice in Mona's mind.

Mona's resistance was extremely strong. With the idea of ​​dying together, Wayne failed eight times in a row and finally completed the mind implantation on the ninth time.

After the deed was done, both of them fell to the ground.

Mona was so exhausted that she could hardly move a finger. Wayne was not much better. He felt dizzy and his body was hollowed out. He said with difficulty: "I didn't expect that the first woman who lied to me nine times would be you. You have made such a great sacrifice, please don't let me down."

Half an hour later, Mona woke up, looked at the dark dome, and said hoarsely: "Devil, what did you do to me?"

I'll give you a chance to get a promotion and a raise. If you work hard, the Vatican will rely on you to deliver intelligence. "Watch your tone. I'm your master now," Wayne said coldly.

"Dream on! I'd rather die!"

The abilities given by the Thousand Eyes Demon were so average that even though Wayne tried his best, Mona still retained her will.

However, Wayne's voice went straight into her soul, and her will could not control her actions. Whenever Wayne made a sound, her will would become a bystander, and her body would act according to her orders like a puppet.

enough!
Wayne thought it was not easy, and sneered, "You can commit suicide. I respect your choice and will not interfere. After all, without you, I have other candidates. The one named Nancy is not bad. Her will is not as strong as yours."

Mona sat up suddenly, pounced on Wayne, and bit his trachea with her mouth.

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, and Mona's strength was instantly drained. She leaned over his shoulder and bit him twice, not too hard or too lightly.

So disgusting!
Mona rolled to the side, seeing no hope for the future and nothing but despair.

“It’s so frustrating!”

Wayne wiped the saliva from his neck in disgust. Veronica hadn't bitten him yet. Thinking that the lines didn't match his character, he changed his words and added, "It's a good job, but the position is wrong. Remember to bite somewhere else next time."

Wayne stopped talking to Mona and said, "As the master, I order you not to commit suicide, nor to tell others about your current condition."

Mona looked at Wayne hatefully, trying to see the ugly face beneath the mask.

Wayne didn't care and felt very good about himself. It was just a vest and would be thrown into the sewer after use. If Mona wanted to seek revenge, she could just go to the River Tam to find out.

He continued, "I have a mission for you. Find out how many people there are in Lundan who are hiding the Hell faith and where they live. Gather sixty-six of them and report back to me."

"Can't you find it yourself?" Mona still insisted.

"Don't say that. Look at it from another perspective. I'm working for the Heavenly Father Church. I'll kill them all after I find them..."

Wayne threw the alchemy book and said, "You are from the Church of the Heavenly Father. You should be able to understand this alchemy book. Perform well. After the task is completed, your master will not treat you unfairly."

Mona picked up the alchemy book and became more and more frightened the more she read it. She trembled and said, "You want to open the gate of hell in Lundan? It's impossible. I won't help you, even if I die."

As she spoke, she suddenly closed her eyes, and her white robe glowed with white light.

It was probably a suicide method such as self-destruction, but because of the command implanted by Wayne in advance, the spell was directly interrupted, and she herself suffered a backlash from her thoughts, and her face turned pale and bloodless.

Mona fell to her knees, gasping for air.

Wayne walked in front of her calmly with devilish steps, lifted her long hair, and gently stroked her face: "Remember that I am your master. Without you, I can find someone else. Think positively. Since a clergyman is destined to become a minion of the devil, why can't it be you?"

"After all, you are so kind!"

Should good people become the devil's playthings?
Mona glared at Wayne fiercely and vowed to make him pay the price.

"Go ahead and do your best. I'll give you your freedom after you succeed. But if you fail..."

Wayne blew into her ear and told her a few tricks taught by the Thousand Eyes Demon: "You don't want to become a slut and be thrown in front of the church in your sacred robes, do you?"

Mona gritted her teeth and her body trembled with anger.

"Tomorrow night, no, tonight at 11 o'clock, I will come to your house to find you and prepare the list. Remember, you only have one chance. If you don't do this job, there are plenty of people who will."

Wayne waved his hand, opened the portal and threw Mona out.

He looked at the empty ancient city square and began to set up the alchemy array, but gave up after ten seconds.

No other reason, no materials!
Wayne's eyes widened. The devil's business was a huge profit without any investment, and he didn't take a penny, but he actually let his little brother pay for it out of his own pocket.

What is the difference between this shameless act of getting something for nothing and that of the evil capitalists?
"Don't say it, it's true. At least capitalists can be on the street lights, and the devil can't hang on at all!"

Wayne complained harshly. It was impossible to ask him to pay for it out of his own pocket. It was just exploitation. Everyone could do that. He would ask Mona to prepare all the spell materials tomorrow night.

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The moon was cold as ice, and the foggy streets were dark and misty.

Mona stumbled and clung to the wall. She was exhausted and very weak. She looked at the familiar streets in confusion, not knowing what to do when she arrived at the cathedral.

She didn't even know if she should go to church.

Owner……

Pooh!
She was under a gag order and could not reveal the truth about being controlled. Going to St. Paul's Cathedral at this time would be tantamount to inviting the devil in.

At this moment, Mona's white robe glowed, and the cross pattern on her back flickered faintly.

Ten minutes later, four Vatican magicians wearing the same attire arrived, saw the weak Mona, and immediately gave her treatment.

The warm holy light seeped into Mona's body, and her complexion improved a lot.

"Nancy has explained the situation to us. The captain is waiting for you. The situation is serious. Now is not the time to rest."

"..."

Mona smiled bitterly and shook her head. She didn't mind working overtime, but she didn't know what to say when she saw the captain.

Mona belongs to the Vatican's tactical team, which is similar to the Scalpel Organization of the Church of Nature. It was originally a knight order guarding St. Paul's Cathedral. It has a total of 200 people, and each one is a battle-hardened warrior.

The Father's Church was suppressed in Windsor, the Knights were disbanded, and the elites were reorganized to form the current Unknown Tactical Team.

Captain Atley is a powerful golden wizard, nominally the strongest force of the Holy See in Windsor. He is brave and resourceful, has made great military achievements, and maintains the last dignity of the Holy See.

Mona knew that she knew nothing about the question and would definitely not be able to hide it from the captain, so...

Yes, as long as the captain noticed something was wrong, even though I couldn't speak, I had successfully conveyed the information.

Mona looked delighted and quickly followed her teammates into the cathedral, where she met Captain Atli in an office.

This is an old man with white hair and beard, broad shoulders and long arms, a strong physique, and a very majestic face. He makes people feel oppressive, and also brings Mona a strong sense of security.

"Mona, I heard that you were ambushed by the Hell Cultists, who used blood magic. Did you find out anything?"

"..."

Mona didn't say anything, her eyes were closed, and she looked extremely struggling.

In this way, she tried to convey the message that something was wrong with her and she was no longer trustworthy.

Thanks to the Father’s care, the devil did not completely control her, otherwise she would really be helpless.

Atli asked a few more questions, and seeing Mona struggling, he nodded gently and said gently: "Good child, thank you for your hard work. Don't move around here. I will ask the archbishop. He has a way to make you speak."

"Don't worry, with us here, no one can hurt you."

(End of this chapter)