Restarting the myth.

Chapter 131 Hell is complicated, the road to the world is even more slippery

"What are you two doing?"

At the No. 3 stronghold, the Thousand-Eyed Demon angrily scolded Wayne and Jerryf.

He wasn't paying attention, and his two younger brothers, who had high hopes for him, got together and started a fight, and almost got into a fight.

I raise you to bite others, not to let you kill each other!

Loyalty ≠ unity.

As a devil, how could the Thousand-Eyed Demon not understand this truth? Hell is complicated, and the road in the human world is even more slippery. This truth applies everywhere.

He did not mediate between the two hungry dogs and make them shake hands and make peace. There was no such thing as balance and he was too lazy to waste his energy on it.

It's not necessary and not worth it.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon had only one request: no one could act recklessly before the plan was successfully completed. After the plan was completed, the two dogs could bite each other however they wanted.

It doesn't matter if he is bitten to death, he promises not to stop it and will even applaud.

The devil's ruthlessness was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Wayne lowered his head and stood obediently. Jerryf also did not breathe a breath. It was not until the Thousand-Eyed Demon left that the two looked at each other.

Jeff: It's not over yet!

Wayne: So what if it's not over yet? It's still not too late to apologize. Don't force me to make you kneel down and beg me.

Jerry opened the portal and left. Wayne glanced at the alchemy array. The red lips of hell were full and were sleeping soundly, even snoring.

The flesh and blood were refined, and the corpse demon began to take shape.

"It's so evil!"

Wayne opened the portal and left. After a busy night, he hurried home to remove his makeup and send Chris to school.

Even Mr. Wayne, some of them interact with celebrities during the day and fans at night, and only sleep for one hour a day, but they are still full of energy.

He couldn't do it. He felt drowsy in the car and fell on Chris's shoulder with his eyes squinted.

The black luxury car stopped at the school gate. The housekeeper Fla glanced at the rearview mirror without saying a word. Chris wanted to wake up the dead pig on her shoulder, but she didn't have the courage to do it.

Forget it, let him sleep for another five minutes.

Two hours later, Wayne opened his eyes and slapped his forehead: "Sorry Chris, I've been too busy these past few days and haven't had much rest."

Then, he blamed, "Fla, why didn't you call me? It took so long that Chris was late."

Well done, keep it up next time!
"Wayne, do you have to go out every night?" Chris asked puzzledly.

"Well, someone was following you some time ago. I was worried and have been investigating the matter." Wayne answered casually.

Chris felt warm in her heart. Wayne had been following her car to and from school these days, and he had to run around for her at night, so he couldn't sleep well.

"Thanks……"

"You're welcome. I don't have many friends. This is what I should do."

"Thank you again. Remember to go to bed on time at night and don't overwork yourself. I have already asked the church to help investigate the group of stalkers." Chris smiled gently, straightened the wrinkled clothes on her shoulders, pushed open the car door and left.

"Let's go, Fla. I need to catch up on some sleep when I get home."

"clear."

Fra turned a blind eye to the whole process and did not comment on the master's three-timing behavior. She was not fickle. The master only liked women from beginning to end. In the upper class society, this is a rare and noble quality.

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That night.

Windsor Library.

The Windsor Library is the largest library in Lundan and one of the largest academic libraries in the Chosen Continent. It has a collection of over 100 million, a veritable ocean of knowledge.

Wayne, wearing all black and covering his head, sneaked in according to the markings on the map and arrived at the rooftop of the Special Collections Library.

Someone is waiting for him. She is wearing glasses, red lips, black stockings, short skirt, high heels, and big brown curly hair. Who else could it be but Mona?

"How did you come?"

Wayne expressed his dissatisfaction. He smelled the smell when he went upstairs. The fabrics on the nun's body were getting less and less, and the perfume was getting more and more tempting. She had bought a lot of new clothes and cosmetics in the past few days.

Can the Vatican use public funds to pay this money?
"Master, I will help you carve the magic circle. I will do this kind of rough work."

You do all the work, what should I do?
Wayne rolled his eyes, suspecting that this was an arrangement by the Vatican. If he met an undercover agent who was doing it for free, he would definitely hold him down and torture him to death.

Mona took the black backpack from Wayne, took out the blood bag containing bat blood, and squatted on the ground to draw.

The butt shape is really good, no wonder those impatient people stared at it.

Wayne glanced at it and said, "I said that last night was the last time we met. If you don't listen to the master, I find it hard to believe in your loyalty."

"Master, I have brought the latest information from the church."

"explain."

"I assume that the inverted pentagram is true. The high-ranking officials of the Vatican believe that this is the opening of the gate to hell..."

Mona began to narrate as she drew the magic circle.

There is nothing much to say about the inverted pentagram. The reversed pentagram is related to the belief in hell. The five types of blood required by the Thousand-Eyed Demon are bat blood, snake blood, cow blood, crow blood and goat blood.

According to the belief in hell, the five types of blood correspond to pride, jealousy, laziness, greed and lust among the seven demons.

"It's not difficult to collect these five types of blood. Ordinary people can do it. If the gate of hell were so easy to open, demons would have been everywhere long ago."

Wayne's heart tightened, and he said disdainfully: "The high-ranking officials of the Holy See are just like this. I will tell the master that this group of trash is not worth mentioning at all."

"Master, you are right. But if the one presiding over the formation is a devil who has successfully descended, everything will be different."

Mona stood up, took out a map from the storage in her chest, and showed it to Wayne: "Master, look, when the devil stands in the center of the inverted pentagram array, he can sense the existence of hell. At the same time, the devil's body in hell responds. When the two identical thoughts come into contact, there will be a brief breach in the seal of hell."

Wayne looked towards the warehouse, no, at the map. The stickman-style drawings were illustrated with pictures and text, and the explanations were very detailed.

Wayne was not aware that his act of firing Mona was regarded as dissatisfaction by Archbishop Gunther. In order to stabilize this "own person" and squeeze more surplus value, Gunther began to send intelligence through Mona.

"Will this open the gates of hell and allow the devil's true form to descend upon the world?"

Wayne muttered, what kind of seal is this? The effect is so poor, is it intentional?

"We can only open the door, the devil's true form cannot come down." Mona said with a serious face.

Then what the hell are you talking about!

Wayne rolled his eyes. "My master couldn't come in person before the door was opened, and he couldn't come in person after the door was opened. So the door was opened in vain."

"Although the devil's true self cannot descend upon the earth, he can bring part of his territory in hell to the human world."

"..."

So that's how it is. The ruined ancient city that was divided is the territory of the Thousand Eyes Demon in Hell. "According to the high-ranking officials of the Church, this is only the first step of the devil's plan. The devil will pollute the human world through the territory of Hell to ensure that his beliefs are spread. The process of spreading is irreversible. Even a golden wizard will become confused in his thinking due to staying in the devil's territory for a long time, and eventually become a slave of the devil." Mona looked solemn.

"As the faith in Hell grows, the power of the devil will grow accordingly. Coupled with the new body he has obtained, his thinking will be infinitely elevated, approaching his peak state in Hell..."

"By then, the devil will have both the hell and the human world. With the mutual support, its power will be unprecedentedly strong, and it will be able to challenge higher-ranking demon kings..."

"Similarly, with the power from Hell fed back to the human world, the devils will take Lendan as their starting point and conquer all of Windsor and the entire Chosen Continent."

Mona told the possible speculations of the Vatican's top brass, saying that it was extremely urgent and hoped that Bruce would make more efforts, be brave and fearless, and provide more information without fear of sacrifice.

After saying that, he looked at Bruce with admiration. The mysterious undercover senior had sacrificed far more than he had imagined. Thinking about his previous misunderstanding of him, he blushed with shame.

You blush like a bubble teapot!

Also, don’t imagine that the scum of society doesn’t have that high awareness.

Wayne knew what the Vatican was planning, with a face full of abacus beads, and his response was very simple.

Can't do it!
He had done the best he could and it was impossible for him to make further sacrifices.

When the devil is trying to trick people into death, he always knows how to give them sweet treats first. The Holy See claims to be a positive figure but is actually stingy and talks empty and pretentious morals, and is too lazy to even paint a rosy picture.

You know that this is not how things are done!
When Wayne first came into contact with the Holy See, his impression of it was average. However, compared with his peers, the image of the Free Mage League in his mind rose rapidly.

"I already understand the situation. The information you brought back from the Vatican is very important. If you work hard in the future, you will definitely benefit from it." Wayne patted his butt and asked Mona to continue drawing the magic circle and not to forget to hide it after finishing it.

That night, the two wandered the streets of Lundang and prepared all five marked locations.

Another sleepless night.

At dawn, Wayne tried to take back the thoughts he had implanted in Mona and completely cut off contact with the Vatican.

The result was not very good. The top leaders of the Vatican seemed to know that he would do this, and added another layer of seal to lock up what he left in Mona's body.

It's true that good people deserve to be pointed at with guns!
Wayne was furious and was about to turn into a bad guy on the spot, using the beauty trap to retaliate against the Vatican.

There are still some moral bottom line left, so he slapped Mona hard on the butt, as if it were a slap in the face of the Vatican.

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September 9, early morning.

West End Cemetery.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was in the thick fog, looking at the dense yet lonely forest of steles, gradually becoming impatient.

The Death Knight was too arrogant. He had to ask his subordinates to talk to him and make appointments for meetings, which really disgusted his ally.

"Thousand Eyes Demon, you're here early."

It's obvious that you are late!
The Thousand-Eyed Demon snorted in his heart and turned to look at the Death Knight who was riding the Undead Warhorse: "Knight, the plan has changed. The Heavenly Father Church has been arresting Hell believers and interrogating them these past two days. They should know something. I decided to plan ahead and set it for tomorrow night."

So sudden, is this your plan?

Wayne's skull face was covered with black mist, and he said unhappily, "We agreed to meet in a month, but you said you would move it forward. Do you take me, your ally, seriously?"

At this point, he sneered, "If you hadn't been so active these past few days and aroused the suspicion of the Heavenly Father Church, they wouldn't have arrested you so loudly."

"Now is not the time to shirk responsibility. Tomorrow night I will launch a general attack on St. Paul's Cathedral. You should pay attention to the Life Alliance and don't let them cause trouble."

The Thousand Eyed Demon said, "After this is accomplished, we will join forces to destroy the Alliance of Life. The followers of the three goddesses will all be at your disposal. You can open up a second underground tomb in Lundan, and the belief in death will inevitably experience explosive growth."

If it were the previous Death Knight, the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s pie would be big and round, and he would most likely not refuse it.

Wayne was not impressed. After a moment's silence, he said, "Okay, but I will still retain half of the command of the Magic Life Army, and you will play the bad guy when we destroy the Life Alliance."

When have I ever played a good guy?
The Thousand Eyed Demon almost laughed out loud, but after a moment he reacted and asked curiously, "Knight, what is your plan? I will destroy the main force of the Life Alliance, and you will play the role of a good guy to gain their trust?"

"It has nothing to do with you. I have my own arrangements."

Everyone has a plan and everyone has an idea. The Thousand-Eyed Demon suddenly felt that the Death Knight was much more pleasing to the eye.

He was a little clever, but not much. He said he didn't trust the devil, but his body couldn't resist the temptation.

"Knight, I'm suddenly looking forward to it. What are you going to do to make death replace the faith of the Life Alliance? I hope you won't let me down then."

"We'll see..."

After all, it's not time yet! x2
"Hehehe————" x2
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The afternoon of September 9 was exceptionally hot. The sky was clear without a single cloud, and the sea breeze blowing across the dock was baked hot by the sun.

Ancient city deep underground, stronghold No. 3.

The little red-lipped cat opened its mouth wide and cried out that it was hungry, asking its mother to feed it quickly.

Mona felt sick and didn't want to pay any attention to this monster. But when she saw Wayne sitting on the sofa and waving at her, she quickly walked over as if she had been pardoned.

Because she was worried about being monitored by the Thousand-Eyed Demon, she sat directly on Wayne's lap, rubbed his ears, called him "Master" in a delicate voice, with a look of dissatisfaction and impatience on her face.

Wayne: (a`a)
I asked you to come over to pour tea, but who told you to sit here? You have no eyesight at all. Don’t you know that your master doesn’t like women?

The housekeeper won't get it wrong!

Also, drink some tea and stop touching.

Wayne slapped away Mona's hand that was inserted into his collar and said unhappily, "I told you to just play around for the next two days. If you have any problems, solve them yourself."

He received the information Mona brought back from the Vatican. The Vatican will not wait until the early morning. It will close the net before the Thousand-Eyed Demon takes action.

Wayne never passed on any information related to the Death Knight vest to the Church. The Church was able to predict the Thousand Eyes Demon's plan for other reasons. It also indirectly proved that the Thousand Eyes Demon's original plan was the early morning of September 9, and he did not tell the truth to his ally, the Death Knight, from the beginning.

It's understandable. After all, he is a devil and he doesn't trust anyone except himself.

Wayne calculated the time and realized that the Vatican's large force would arrive at any time. At this juncture, there was no need to continue acting, so he threw Mona onto the sofa next to him.

"Change your clothes. I really like the white robe you transformed into last time."

Mona nodded, took out the cross pendant from the interlayer, muttered something, and started the transformation.

Before and after the transformation, Mona's strength is incomparable. With the blessing of the buff, all attributes are amplified. Except that the pre-swing is too long and there is a risk of being interrupted by the villain, there is nothing wrong with it.

After changing into the white robes of the Vatican's tactical team, Mona obviously restrained herself a little, fearing that continuing to sit on her master's lap would defile the sacred uniform.

Wayne waved his hand to pull away a cloud of water vapor, allowing Mona to wash off the heavy makeup on her face. He thought that by washing away the smell of sin, he could subdue the temptation, but he didn't expect that when Mona became holy, the subdue became even more seductive.

Wayne was too blind to look. He had been too close to Mona recently and subconsciously felt that there was something fishy about her.

"What's wrong, Master? Is there a problem?"

Seeing Wayne's strange expression, Mona looked at herself and turned around on the spot.

There are huge problems with the uniforms designed by your Vatican!
Wayne was about to complain, but suddenly his face straightened and he winked at Mona.

coming!

(End of this chapter)