Restarting the myth.

Chapter 167 It is a matter of life and death

Time goes back to twenty minutes ago, ten o'clock in the evening.

Capital Hotel, fourth floor, luxury suite.

The needle of the desktop phonograph gently dropped and rotated, and the soft music flowed in every corner of the suite.

Philomena tied on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. Her slender legs were faintly visible under the bathrobe. The neckline was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair skin.

She sat in front of the makeup mirror and applied night cream. Her face in the mirror was extremely beautiful, with her blonde hair flowing on her shoulders like a waterfall, looking very charming.

Wayne met the veiled sister in the hotel restaurant. It was her.

Philomena Ursula!
The high priestess sent to Londan by the Moonlight Church, the Golden Mage, will, if nothing unexpected happens, become the highest person in charge of the Moonlight Church in the Windsor branch, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the church's expansion in Windsor.

It is understandable that a golden wizard only lives in a luxury suite instead of the best presidential suite. If Philomena was just a golden wizard, she could live anywhere, but she also has the identity of a regional high priest. When it comes to paying with public funds, she naturally has to lead by example and save wherever possible.

The other magicians lived on the second floor, in ordinary guest rooms, two people to a room, the main purpose was to save money.

Looking at the beautiful face in the mirror, Philomena sighed slightly. Her youth was gone, and every time she looked in the mirror she felt like she was getting older.

In terms of appearance, Philomena is not old at all. She has elegant manners and is full of mature charm, but she herself does not think so. Even though she is a golden wizard, her appearance can be maintained at its peak until her death.

Philomena felt that she was getting older in mentality.

Magic keeps her young forever, but her responsibilities make her age older. Her face of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, coupled with a corrupt and old heart, makes her look more and more unhappy.

For example, this trip to London.

The Windsor royal family agreed to allow the Moonlight Church to expand its influence within the country. The Windsor Ministry of Magic negotiated with the Moonlight Church. During the negotiation, several high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to ask for benefits.

It's not free. When the Moonlight Church expands in Windsor in the future, the top leaders who have received benefits will give the green light throughout the process to ensure smooth subsequent progress.

It's okay if you don't give it to us. We are all people of status and we won't do anything to make things difficult for you. But if something happens, I'm sorry, we are not familiar with each other, so you have to go over there and queue up to go through the process.

That's how magic works!

Philomena and her party brought the benefits demanded by the Ministry of Magic and arrived in Luzel as promised. It was a small country with a small population. Apart from the Church of the Heavenly Father, there were no other religious forces in the country, making it very suitable for meetings and transactions.

It is a private transaction, and neither party knows each other after the transaction is completed, and it will not be discussed openly in the future.

The transaction took place at the Grand Canyon. In order to prevent fraud and the loss of the church's resources, and also to prevent the Ministry of Magic from taking advantage of the situation and turning its back on them, the Moonlight Church arranged many emergency measures in the Grand Canyon.

After waiting for a week, the Ministry of Magic was still reluctant to show up.

Life is not easy, the high priest sighed.

If this was the speed at which Windsor went through the process, she felt that there was nothing wrong with sending some gifts, so as to avoid being constrained in the future and having to delay everything.

Philomena applied night cream lotion on her legs, wiped them and prepared to rest. Before turning off the lights, she could vaguely sense some changes in the air.

This sudden change was beyond words. Philomena noticed something but couldn't describe it. She believed in the Golden Wizard's intuition and knew that there would be a response to what she felt. She tightened the ribbon around her waist and walked to the bedroom window.

Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The street lights on both sides of the road extended to the left and right. Several cars drove by slowly and unhurriedly, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

She narrowed her eyes to hide the shock in them, and waved her hand to open the window in front of her.

There were no stars or moonlight outside the window, and there was only one bedroom that looked like a mirror. The difference was that there was no her in the mirror.

"Boundary?"

Philomena murmured, suspecting that it was the Ministry of Magic's trick. She did not explore the bedroom opposite, but went to the closet and took out a black suitcase.

"For a transaction to be a transaction, both parties must be present. If it is not permitted by the owner, it is theft. If it is permitted in front of the owner, it is robbery."

Philomena's face looked very unhappy. The Ministry of Magic was bullying its customers because of its size. It wanted benefits but didn't want to take responsibilities. Its greed was so ugly.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard from a corner of the fifth floor, followed by continuous roars and explosions that faded away, and no one knew in which direction they were going.

Philomena sensed the breath of death and holy light, and was very confused.

"Aren't you here for me?"

She looked in the direction of the chaotic magic in surprise. Judging from the level of the magic burst, the person was a gold wizard like her.

Two golden mages fighting...

The inexplicable barrier suddenly became logical. It turned out that there was someone else who was ambushed, and she just happened to stay in the same hotel as him.

"You've wrongly blamed the Ministry of Magic!"

Philomena thought so, took out a coat and put it on, then walked to the corridor with her suitcase. The cold deathly air was lingering, and the scattered holy flames were burning all over the ground.

Under the combined effect of the two powerful energies, the fourth floor of the hotel was in ruins. Fortunately, the two golden wizards fought farther and farther away, otherwise the innocent people affected would have been in great trouble.

Philomena saw several guests pushing the door and looking in. She ignored their advances and walked up the stairs to the second floor. She wanted to ensure that no one was hurt and leave the hotel as soon as possible so as not to be a meaningless spectator.

On the third floor, Philomena stopped and frowned as she looked at 'herself' climbing the stairs. Her body was covered by a white robe, her blonde hair was dull and yellow, her face was so thin that her cheekbones were prominent, and she wore heavy makeup to cover up her aging appearance.

"Found you, Philomena."

Rifilo had thick purple eyeshadow and raised the corners of his black lips, and his smile was particularly creepy.

"what are you?"

"Can't you see? I am you!"

"Sorry, I didn't see that."

Philomena observed a polite silence for a few seconds. She was old and ugly, and her makeup was terrible. It was not her.

Rifilo's eyes flashed scarlet, his malice was not concealed at all, his hand hidden in his robe quickly raised, and he pulled the trigger of the exquisite ladies' pistol continuously.

The bullet did not hurt Philomena at all. The Golden Wizard's life barrier opened and blocked all the incoming bullets.

Life can evolve!

Ordinary people who have not learned magic will have some residual magic in their bodies due to long-term exposure to the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind. They can gain a strong body through exercise.

If one trains to the extreme, to the level of a retired urban soldier king, it is possible to condense the seeds of magic power.

At the hexagram stage, the magician apprentice will inevitably condense the seeds of magic power and initially gain magic power;

In the Silver stage, the magician's magic power is further strengthened, and he has mastered more methods to control magic power;
In the golden stage, the magic seeds blossom and bear fruit, and a life barrier is born under the influence of the golden triangle. In this state, the golden wizard can reject external things and enter the void universe.

Can't stay too long, or you'll go crazy!

In the legendary stage, the life barrier evolves into a life force field. The magician has an independent self. At this stage, he can refuse any changes and will not go crazy when entering the void universe.

The premise for not going crazy is that the legendary wizard refuses to change and refuses the ubiquitous knowledge. Once a precedent is set, desires burst out completely, and the result is the same as the fate of the Lord of the Void.

Crazy, but insists that he is not crazy.

Going further up, the life field still has the possibility of evolving, which requires the accumulation of a massive amount of the four elements. The Chosen Continent of God cannot meet this requirement. Only the void and the Kingdom of God hidden in the void can do it.

Digging for the four elements in the void will surely lead to death. The only chance is to find the portal to the Kingdom of God. Considering that the Kingdom of God has an owner, the legendary wizard must be mentally prepared to be like 007.

Only if you are willing can you have the path to ascend. If you are not willing, you can only be a legendary wizard in this life, and you will die when your lifespan ends.

The camera returns to Philomena's side. Rifilo empties the magazine, throws away the lady's pistol in his hand, reaches into his white robe, and draws a sword and a gun.

A single-edged sword representing the waning moon, and a magic pistol representing the new moon.

The single-edged sword is slender and straight, and the blade shines coldly, like the Milky Way under the night sky, the light is dim, hazy and dazzling.

The Crescent Pistol is silver-white all over, longer than ordinary pistols, with an elegant luster, and the overall shape presents a simple line beauty.

Seeing these two weapons, Philomena looked solemn: "I am beginning to believe that you are me."

"It's always been like this, isn't it?" Rifilo smiled grimly, having reached the limit of his patience.

Philomena put down the suitcase, spread her hands, and held the long sword and pistol that looked exactly the same: "At least not now, fifty years later, this is my first meeting. Thank you for telling me how miserable I will be in the future."

Bang bang bang!
Rifilo raised his gun and fired. The bitch had been talking about her being old since they met, and it was endless.

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At the same time, the group of people from the Moonlight Church on the second floor all met their own faces. Of course, some did not meet themselves. Although they looked in the mirror, there was nothing in the mirror. The inner world was a trash can with an independent plot, where birth, aging, sickness and death existed, and the dead could not be projected into the outer world.

The battle was about to break out and immediately entered a white-hot state.

The Moonlight Church was caught off guard and lost several silver mages in the first encounter. They were strong, but the opponents were not weak either. They were unprepared and fell into a tough battle with mainly defense.

They were waiting for the high priest, and the high priest and "themselves" would start an offensive and defensive battle, and it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

It's a matter of life and death!
Wayne was fighting with the Death Knight at this moment. The magic fluctuations he sensed came from the battle area on the second floor. Although the energy was not strong, it was lively. The fire element crackled, and the enthusiasm guided him in the direction.

Ten minutes later, the black-robed people could no longer endure the intense consumption of the four elements, and fearing that the mirror space projection barrier would collapse, they opened the forbidden magic area ahead of time.

This move was a last resort.

According to the original battle plan, they would first use mirror projection to consume the Moonlight Church. After fighting for half an hour, those who should die would die, and those who should be disabled would be disabled. Then they would open the forbidden magic area and enter the battlefield to start shooting.

If you're lucky, maybe you can catch it while it's hot.

It’s no longer possible now. The reserves of the four elements are insufficient. Once they are exhausted, the mirror projection barrier will collapse and the members of the Moonlight Church can leave at any time.

The plan failed, and all of them suffered.

The moment the forbidden magic field was activated, all the magicians in the hotel were affected.

The weaker the strength, the greater the impact of the forbidden magic field. The Death Knight, who was able to fight Wayne on equal terms before, was fooled by Mouth Cannon and ended up with a box lunch.

The people from the Moonlight Church were shocked and terrified. They couldn't use magic, and they had no suitable hot weapons. Their fighting spirit dropped to the freezing point.

The 'selves' in the mirror world were fearless. The crazy inner world had already tortured them beyond recognition. Driven by hatred, they swung their fists and launched close combat.

Fights can be seen everywhere in the corridors and guest rooms.

boom!
In a corridor somewhere, Philomena and himself were competing in swordsmanship. The Golden Wizard was unable to break free from the constraints of the forbidden magic field and could not use magic. The Crescent Pistol was not as convenient to use as a fire stick.

The two ladies have gorgeous sword skills, strong postures, nimble movements, long golden hair fluttering, sharp sword lights interweaving, cold lines passing through the air, and the collision is as beautiful as a dance.

This is not just a simple contest of strength. Every strike contains skill and combat experience. If they are taught by the same teacher, it is impossible to break their moves.

A different world means different people, and even the same face will definitely change.

Rifilo's living environment destined her to be extreme and vicious in swordsmanship, and she gradually took the initiative and oppressed Philomena.

The tip of the sword dances with cold light, colliding with the beautiful scene of flowing water.

Philomena's defense was impeccable. She said calmly, "Stop it. The conspirators are hiding in the dark. Even if you can kill me, you won't be the winner in the end."

Rifilo couldn't bear to hear this, and when the battle started, she lost control of her emotions and fell into hysteria, her eyes were red and she only thought about killing herself in the outer world.

Philomena was helpless seeing this, the enemy had not yet shown up, and the two consecutive barriers were both large-scale, she wanted to win her over to stop the meaningless fight, but the other party would not listen.

In this case, I can only get rid of "myself" first.

Philomena took light steps, took several leaps and then jumped into the ruins of the corridor that had been shattered by magic.

Sensing the sword approaching from behind, she calmly deflected the sword, bent her waist, arched her bridge, touched the ground with one hand, and stretched her bathrobe tight with her straight waistline. When the sharp sword passed in front of her eyes, she swept the cold blade in her hand down.

In his haste to attack, Rifilo rushed too fast and failed to avoid the sword. The blood lines on his chest and abdomen were torn, and the bright red instantly soaked his white robe.

Philomena supported herself on the ground with one hand, swung her sword, and kicked with a whip kick, kicking Rifilo hard into the distance.

She picked up the suitcase from the ruins and said kindly, "You are not from this world. The grudges of this world have nothing to do with you. Your injury is not fatal. Don't chase me anymore. Wait until the forbidden magic area is dispersed, heal your wounds and go back."

Having said that, he left without looking back.

"Stop, I haven't lost yet!"

Rifilo shouted loudly, covering the sword wounds on his chest and abdomen as he chased forward.

"You are no match for me. My killing intent is too strong and has disturbed your thinking..."

Philomena walked further and further away, not caring whether she could hear or not, searching for the original second floor in the chaotic space.

She advised that if the latter insisted on having his own way, she could only pray for him.

Hope everyone is okay!
First it was the mirror space, then the forbidden magic area; every move was fatal, leaving no chance of survival.

"These two barriers cannot be supported by ordinary forces..."

Philomena's heart was shrouded in gloom. She guessed the possibility of the Windsor Ministry of Magic. Considering that there were still two golden wizards fighting, she left some room for luck.

On the other side, Rifilo was chasing with a pale face, blood dripping down his robe to the ground, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you the person in the mirror?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Rifilo turned his head fiercely.

"It looks like it is."

Seeing the red light in the other person's eyes, Wayne nodded secretly, hesitated a little, and prepared to leave by a detour.

He doesn't hit women.

"Wait a moment."

Rifilo called out to Wayne and looked at Mona beside him. His gaze stopped at her neck and he swallowed with some desire.

Mona frowned, full of malice that made her very uncomfortable: "Boss, can I beat her?"

"Forget it, don't bully her. She's already injured like this."

Wayne shook his head and said sympathetically, "Take her sword. It's too dangerous. If she falls, it will aggravate her injuries."

"You're so considerate."

"I've been like this since I was little. I'm used to being a good person."

Wayne sighed. He was good in every way except that he was too kind, and because of this he suffered a lot in society.

Rifilo listened to the conversation between the master and servant in amazement and was so angry that she laughed out loud. Although she was injured, her foundation as a golden wizard was still there, and she was confident that she could subdue the opponent with just her life essence.

Kill the men and leave the women to replenish blood!

A white light flashed before his eyes.

Rifilo felt dizzy and fell down. Before he passed out, he was only surprised that Mona could still use magic.

Ignoring the forbidden magic field, she is at least at the legendary wizard level. That’s good. In this way, she is doomed in the surface world.

Mona retracted her straight punch, and the light of the holy mark on the back of her hand faded.

She didn't know that she had knocked down the golden wizard of the other world with one punch. She picked up the sword on the ground, and seeing that Lifilo was seriously injured, she couldn't bear it, so she tore the opponent's robe into strips and gave him a simple bandage.

Good people will be rewarded, and it will be rewarded on the spot!
When she lifted the white robe, Mona saw the gun holster hanging on the other party's waist, and her eyes lit up immediately: "Boss, there is a gun."

"That's even more dangerous. If it goes off accidentally, the injured person may die. Get it here quickly." Wayne said hurriedly.

"Oh."

Mona knew that this behavior was shameful, and her education would not allow her to aid and abet evil, but then again, the truth is in the matter, not the person. If it were her angel master, everything could be explained.

The master told her not to ask any questions, and she listened to him, so there was no need to explain.

"The sword is a bit thin, but the gun is good..."

"Hey, a magic pistol?!"

Wayne's eyes lit up. What did he say? Times have changed. Someone must have updated the version.

"Great, I finally found you."

Wayne took two steps forward and memorized Rifilo's face in his mind. He wanted to see if the original pistol was the one he lost.

(End of this chapter)