Restarting the myth.

Chapter 132 Leave no one behind!
Base No. 2.

In the dim square of the ancient city, the black magicians closed their eyes and rested.

They were not aware of the Thousand-Eyed Demon's plan for tonight. They gathered here not only because they were intimidated by the powerful strength shown by Jerryf when he recruited them, but also because they wanted to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

According to Jerry, the reason why black magicians are hated by everyone is not because of their cruel methods, but because they are free and undisciplined and have not united to form a force.

Everything in the world is nothing more than an exchange of interests. Once the power is formed, the black magicians can walk in the light.

Jerrieff is preparing to form the 'Dark Magic Alliance', so he sincerely invites people with aspirations to join. It may be a little difficult in the early stages, but as long as we can get through this period, everyone will have a bright future.

"A bunch of trash!"

Jerry looked at the 200 or so men he had recruited with great effort, finding that they were neither high nor low enough. He felt deeply ashamed of his master's instructions, so he made a big fuss.

When he was collecting information about the black magician, he found an orphanage in the central area. It can be seen that this orphanage is not simple, and by following the clues he can dig out a powerful black magician.

Jerryf plans to contact the black magician tonight. If he can poach him, his master will definitely be very happy.

But the lesson learned from Bruce made him hesitant. What if he dug up another ungrateful person? Wouldn't that mean he would fall into the same pit twice!
It’s so hard to be a younger brother!

In the end, loyalty prevailed and Jerrieff prepared to leave tonight.

Obviously, he was not aware of the Thousand-Eyed Demon's plan and felt that he was the devil's right-hand man and an indispensable executor.

But in the eyes of the devil, Jerrieff is just a slightly larger cannon fodder, nothing more.

boom! ! !
Somewhere in the square, cracks in bricks and stones burst open with a loud bang.

A corner of the stable ancient city space was broken, black cracks exploded, and light filled with heat waves poured in. The sacred majesty was unstoppable, and the blazing white flames instantly wiped out several nearby black magicians.

"Holy Light Magic?!"

Jerryf was horrified. One must go through a portal to enter and exit the ancient city. No one could break in without the permission of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. What went wrong?

He glared at the group of younger brothers with a murderous look in his eyes. There was no doubt that there must be a traitor among them.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant light and a figure in white armor jumped out.

The Holy Text Armor is noble and gorgeous, with complex and mysterious textures, like a finely crafted handicraft, meticulous in every detail.

The knight is described as tall and majestic, with eyes that look like dancing golden flames. He holds a holy spear in his hand. The entire spear body is white and covered with complex golden patterns.

Atlee!
Former leader of the Knights of the Cross, current captain of the tactical squad.

He brandished the holy spear and pointed it toward the sky. Magic power exploded like a torrent, and the surging holy light suddenly rose.

The magnificent cross made of holy light rose from the ground like lightning in the daytime, emitting an unyielding brilliance, illuminating the dome of the dim ancient city, making people dare not blaspheme in the slightest.

As the cross opened, members of the tactical team entered the ancient city through space cracks.

There were not many of them, about twenty or so, all wearing white robes, with eyes gleaming silver light, and they were all elite warriors who could defeat ten enemies at once.

The robes they were wearing were the same style as Mona's. Judging from the style alone, they were extremely similar to the armor on Atli, and should have been copied and mass-produced.

"The devil's minions..."

Atley swept his eyes across the entire place and found the elegant and graceful Jerryf among the crowd of black-robed men. He took a step forward, shattering the ground beneath his feet. The Holy Spear shone brightly, and he appeared in front of Jerryf as if teleporting.

Jerif's figure turned into black mist and dissipated, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack.

Atli swept his spear across, and wherever the tip of the spear passed, the air hissed and exploded, and the condensed holy light bloomed like petals, shooting out one by one and turning into white holy flames that burned on contact.

Around Jerry, more than a dozen men in black robes who came to curry favor with him were instantly reduced to ashes. They were contaminated by the holy flame and turned into ashes before they could even utter a scream.

Jerryf was terrified and his magic power exploded. His five fingers danced a black gale. Five sharp blades were hidden in them, emitting a cold light that was no weaker than the Holy Spear, and hit Atley's chest hard.

However, the attack that had always been effective was no longer effective today and was easily dispersed by the light shining from the armor.

The remaining force hit Atley, but he seemed to feel nothing. He swung the Holy Spear casually, picked out Jerryf who was hiding in the black fog, and then smashed him hard to the ground.

boom!
The ground of the ancient city rumbled and shook, gravel flew everywhere, and columns of dust rose into the sky.

Atli looked at the broken black robe and white dove in the pit, snorted coldly, burned them with holy fire, and ordered loudly: "Don't leave any!"

Having said that, the team members could only watch Atli slaughtering everyone in his way, unstoppable, burning the black-robed men to ashes with the holy spear in hand.

The team members occasionally found a loophole and could only do some assisting work, surrounding the black magicians from all directions and driving them to Atli.

They tried to keep a certain distance from the captain as much as possible, for fear that the captain would get too excited and mistake them for black magicians and burn them to death.

In the encirclement, Jerryf, who escaped with the help of substitute magic, was still in shock and almost thought he was going to die.

It was impossible to fight, as the iron lump opposite was actually a humanoid beast covered in holy light. He hurriedly contacted the Thousand-Eyed Demon to inform him that the stronghold was exposed. At the same time, he opened a portal and took several of his younger brothers to stronghold No. 3.

At the No. 3 stronghold, Wayne was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, with the well-behaved Vatican nun Mona standing beside him.

Seeing the portal open, Jerryf came in with four black-robed brothers in a panic and fired a shot.

boom!
A man in a black robe fell to the ground. Wayne said bluntly, "Get lost. This is my territory. The master has given an order. I don't want to conflict with you now."

Jerif closed the portal behind him, not caring about his younger brother being killed by Wayne, and hurriedly said, "There is a traitor, the people from the Church are coming to kill us."

"Nonsense, the portal requires a key to enter and exit. No one can come in without the master's nod. How could there be someone from the Vatican?"

Wayne laughed and patted Mona beside him: "Here is one, I've broken it."

"Believe me, there really is a ghost."

Seeing Bruce didn't believe him, Jerif was almost dying of anxiety. He didn't even look at the bitch, and said with a grim face: "Maybe there were some small problems when I was recruiting people, which gave the Vatican an opportunity to plant an undercover agent. But now is not the time to talk about this. Your place is very safe, and the Vatican can't attack."

As he was speaking, there was a loud rumbling sound in the field, a black crack opened up, and Atli walked in holding the holy spear in his hand.

"Damn it, you are the traitor!"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then pulled the trigger and fired repeatedly: "Jerif, it turns out that it was you who lured the enemy here."

After a few gunshots, all of Jerrieff's men fell down. Looking at the iron lump that broke into the No. 3 stronghold, they were speechless for a moment: "It's not me. It has nothing to do with me. Bruce, believe me, I am loyal to my master. I am really not a traitor."

"The enemy is here, and you want me to trust you?"

Wayne emptied the magazine, threw the pistol at Jerriff, and said angrily: "It's no use talking to me. Prepare to face the wrath of your master."

Having said that, he opened the portal and was about to run away.

It didn't work because the key didn't work.

Wayne looked surprised, not knowing whether it was a trick of the Holy See or the arrival of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

He calmly pinched Mona's waist and shouted at the top of his voice: "Jerif, the portal is blocked, what did you do?"

Jerry was almost killed unjustly. He didn't dare to face the iron lump directly. He tried the portal, which could allow him to return to the No. 2 base, and turned around and went back.

He ran very fast, opening and closing the door in one go, not giving Wayne any chance to get in. On Wayne's side, Atley punched out, knocking the "traitor" who was blocking him away, and then raised his five fingers, drawing a prison on the ground, and sealed Wayne in place with holy light.

"I'll deal with you later."

Atley looked at Wayne deeply. Like Mona, he was also curious about what kind of face was under the mask.

"As for you..."

Atli sprinkled holy light to dispel the filth in Mona's body. The latter bathed in holiness and was cleansed on the spot.

"I have temporarily sealed the devil's mind. Just look at him and don't be fooled by his sweet words."

"I understand, Captain."

Mona bowed and accepted the order. When she looked up again, Atley had already jumped into the space crack and fought back to the second base. She sneered at Wayne and said sarcastically, "My master, you must have been very proud when you played with me before!"

Sister, this part is not in the script, don’t add it.

Besides, you still don’t know whether I’m kidding you or not!
Wayne snorted coldly and turned his head to look aside: "Don't be too proud too soon, this place has been blocked. As long as my master comes back, you will all die."

"You are loyal, but your master never values ​​you."

Mona circled the Holy Light Cage twice, her eyes becoming increasingly hostile. For some unknown reason, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Wayne's butt hard.

Wayne:∑(_;)
It's over, he is not pure anymore.

Let me see what you look like!
Mona came in front of Wayne and raised her hand to push away the mask that was covering her face. Noticing Wayne's cold eyes, she swallowed quietly.

"Owner……"

The training was not without effect. At least the concept of the master had been implanted in Mona's mind. If she did not want to awaken her strange habits, she had to go to the Red Leaf Forest Lunatic Asylum for a course of psychological counseling.

Wayne's eyes were too cold. Mona felt guilty and dared not look at him. She raised her hands but did not dare to push the mask away. As a second choice, she went behind Wayne and pinched his butt a few more times.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t show me your face. You don’t have to see the face to recognize someone, the butt will also work.

boom!
The portal opened, and Jerry fell to the ground like a torn sack, his face covered in blood. Seeing Wayne trapped in a cage and taken prisoner, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished.

The holy spear passed through the portal and nailed Jerrifu to the ground. The holy fire blazed and burned him to ashes.

Wayne was secretly shocked. Jerryf was quite powerful, definitely stronger than Mona. He needed to play a little harder to ensure victory. According to Teacher Xifei's evaluation of him, Jerryf was at the peak of the Silver Cross half-step realm.

In the Church of Nature, he was more than qualified to be a sacrifice, but in Atli's hands he was worse than a dead dog.

If he is successful, he will try every means to weaken the power of the Church of the Heavenly Father if he becomes king.

Atley drew up the Holy Lance and carried it on his shoulder. He charged twice and led his team to kill all the black magicians, leaving only Bruce alive to be tortured for information.

The team members walked in one after another and surrounded the Red Lips and Big Mouth under the command of Atley. Just when Wayne thought they were going to set up a formation to drive away the evil with holy light, two more team members came in carrying green wooden boxes.

After prying open the box, the team members skillfully took out the grenades, pulled the safety pins, and began an alternative way of feeding.

Wayne: "..."

So efficient!

Who says the Vatican is conservative and inflexible? It’s clearly keeping up with the times!
The Red Lips and Big Mouth of Hell has an average IQ. No, it doesn't have such a thing as IQ at all. It subconsciously opened its mouth waiting to be fed and swallowed two boxes of grenades in one gulp.

As the team members dodged far away, continuous roars exploded almost at the same time.

Along with the sound of bones bursting, the red lips screamed incessantly, spitting out large amounts of thick black blood, and a fishy, ​​evil wind and poisonous gas spread throughout the air.

Bottomless cracks spread out with the alchemy array as the center. A large hand emerged from the ground, the earth and rocks collapsed, and a person with red lips slowly sat up.

It was an anthropomorphic monster with only limbs and no head. It was over five meters tall, and its body was swollen like a giant. Its belly was wide open with red lips, and it was whimpering and spitting out dirty blood, asking its mother why she fed it such a disgusting thing.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, even Atley who was prepared was no exception. According to the requirements in the alchemy book, it was impossible to refine a corpse demon with only sixty-six corpses.

Moreover, this monster does not look like a corpse demon with 666 hands, feet and eyes.

It's more like a familiar of the Lord of Gluttony, one of the seven devil kings of hell!

"Back off!"

Atli sensed something was wrong and rushed forward with his holy spear.

With a loud bang, the ground beneath everyone's feet shattered, and the entire No. 3 stronghold, including the No. 2 stronghold next door, and the two ruins of the ancient city collapsed and fell into the black abyss below.

That area surrounded by red light looked like hell.

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Base No. 1.

Abo was watching the thousand-eyed crystal ball boringly. As a water ghost who had settled down at the bottom of the Tame River, he had been away from the Tame River for a long time and had only half an hour to take a shower every day. The dry body made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the huge square, hundreds of bizarre magical creatures were lined up in neat rows, each with physical features that could not be described in words.

The painting style of everyone is hell, with negative emotions, distortion, pain, struggle, and exuding a sad and desperate atmosphere.

The Thousand Eyed Demon stepped out of the teleportation array and saw that the people from the Church had not noticed this place. He said to A Bo: "The plan has changed. The people from the Church are coming. Hurry and call your master over."

Hearing the devil's anxious tone, Abo felt secretly happy. He quickly walked into the portal and disappeared into the sewer.

"Damn it, you can't even do a small thing!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was angry that the Death Knight could not be called upon at any time, and was also angry that Jerif was not doing his job well and had invited a traitor into the base camp.

He had a clear view of the situation at the No. 2 and No. 3 strongholds. Jerryf made many stupid moves, and not only did that incompetent man die, but he also caused Bruce to become a prisoner of the Vatican.

It was rare to have a lackey that he admired and was loyal to him, but the situation had been reversed and he had now become a plaything in the hands of the nun.

"I told you to just play around, otherwise she will definitely destroy you..."

"After all, if you are addicted to beauty, you will never achieve anything great!"

Two strongholds were breached in succession and the situation became deteriorating beyond control, but the Thousand-Eyed Demon was not panicked at all. This was just the beginning. He had experienced worse situations when he was in hell.

"It's not that easy to send me back to hell."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon raised his hand and shattered the crystal ball, erasing Abo's authority to control the army of magical beings. At the same time, it caused the ruins of the ancient city to fall freely, sending the Vatican's people deeper into the devil's lair.

Along with the ancient city, hundreds of magical lives distorted by fog also fell.

"You ignorant fellows, you are the ones with no way out!"

"The day I arrived in Lundan, everything was over. This city had long been blessed by the Lord of Pride and branded with the mark of hell..."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon murmured, and its body disintegrated into a dense mass of insects, which then reassembled and split into four:
"Three legendary wizards, with such chaotic beliefs, you are destined to be used by me!"

(End of this chapter)