Restarting the myth.

Chapter 168: A fatal injury, not fatal at all

The second floor of the hotel.

It was probably on the second floor, and the once spacious and bright corridor was now only left with broken walls and ruins.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and blood, the collapsed ceiling was covered with traces of smoke, and traces of blood splatter could be seen everywhere.

Next to the collapsed walls and broken doors, several cold corpses lay with wide gray eyes.

Philomena came to the corridor with a sword in hand, and as she looked at the scene in front of her, a fierce light flashed in her eyes.

No matter who the attacker was or who ambushed them, it was an indisputable fact that the Moonlight Church suffered heavy casualties. If it was really the Windsor Ministry of Magic, she would make them pay with blood.

Ahead, the sound of a battle was heard.

The fight was fierce and the screams continued.

Philomena tapped the ground with her toes, the sword blade swept through the air, and her figure flickered like a phantom.

At the end of the corridor corner, the Moonlight Church was forced into the storage room, where they formed a human wall and acted as human shields, blocking the tattered iron door.

The 'self' in the other world rushed around like a mad dog, and even though he had lost his magic power, he was still a strongman in terms of his life essence. Breaking bricks and walls was no problem for him, and he had already torn the walls of the utility room into pieces.

Seeing themselves with despair on the other side of the hole, the mad dogs became even more malicious and charged forward like they had lost their minds.

A silver-white light flashed across the flowing clouds and water, the sharp howling stopped abruptly, and heads fell to the ground one by one, with hands and feet still twitching.

The mirror shattered and the figures disappeared.

"The High Priest!"

Seeing the female war god in their minds appear, the remaining five people were pleasantly surprised. Everyone was injured and their smiles looked particularly sad.

Looking at the last five people, Philomena felt deeply guilty: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"High Priest, what kind of magic were those people using just now?"

"Our magic power has been sealed..."

"Everyone is dead..."

Philomena raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "They are us from the other world. I just met myself and finally got rid of their pursuit."

"Inside the world?!"

It was the first time that everyone heard that there was such a world.

"Mirror Space, a world that is opposed to the God-chosen Continent, a world abandoned by the gods..."

Philomena gave a brief explanation and frowned, "You can't use magic because the enemy has set up a magic-forbidden area. They won't stop there. You can't directly participate in the battle. Protecting yourself is your priority. I don't want to see anyone get hurt again."

Everyone was filled with resentment when they heard this. If they died in a fair fight, they would die. There was nothing to say about being inferior to the opponent in skills, but it was too depressing to die in such a despicable way.

"High Priest, who is the enemy?" someone asked.

"It's not certain yet."

Philomena looked very unhappy. She did have some guesses, but she couldn't say anything without evidence.

"High Priest, the hotel has been placed under a magic-forbidden zone. As for the other world you mentioned, the enemies will encounter the same situation if they come in. How are they going to continue the attack?"

"It's not that simple. Since the enemy dares to do this, they must have their own way."

Philomena sighed helplessly and thought about what to do next.

The first person she thought of was the Golden Mage on the fifth floor, who was also ambushed. If they could join forces to fight the enemy, it would be beneficial to both of them.

After all, the enemy has made such a large presence that it is clear that no one will be left alive, so there is reason to cooperate.

Furthermore, according to Philomina's idea, the golden wizard on the fifth floor should be a member of the Heavenly Father Church. Luzerburg belongs to the Heavenly Father Church's sphere of influence and can also put pressure on the attacker's forces.

Before she knew it, Philomena had already determined that the murderer was the Windsor Ministry of Magic.

It was outrageous. She couldn't understand why the Ministry of Magic would kill him. What good would it do for Windsor to be enemies with the Moonlight Church? Could it be that members of the Darkness and Death Church had entered the upper echelons of the Windsor Ministry of Magic?

There is another point. Philomena is curious about the identity of the golden wizard on the fifth floor. Shengyan saw it with his own eyes and the purity is extremely high. He would not be wrong. But if it is a mirror space, what about the death faith that is fighting against it?

Philomena had no idea what to do, but she didn't want to wait for the enemy to come, so she opened the suitcase and looked at the items inside.

The Book of Moon Shadows!

The Forgotten Manuscript!
The flesh and blood of the starry sky beast!
Ring of Fire Element!
And a bottle of sealed dragon blood.

These five treasures were from the collection of the Moonlight Church. They were requested by high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in Windsor. Five people asked for five items each.

Among them, the most precious is undoubtedly the Book of Moon Shadow, which involves the Moonlight Church's belief in magic. Even though it has been deleted again and again, the recorded content is still invaluable.

In order to better develop in Windsor, the Moonlight Church headquarters made a decision that went against their ancestors. They reluctantly took out the secret and made some cuts and reductions for trading.

In comparison, although the other items are precious, their value is greatly reduced because they have nothing to do with faith.

For example, dragon blood!

There are no giant dragons in the God's Chosen Continent, and there is no dragon blood circulating on the market. Only a few churches have reserves, and the source is unknown. All we know is that it was many years ago.

Philomena looked at them one by one, lingered on the flesh and blood of the starry sky beast and the dragon blood for a long time, thought for a long time, and held the sealed bottle containing the flesh and blood of the starry sky beast in her hand.

"High Priest, what are you doing?"

A silver mage noticed Philomena's choice and took the initiative to say, "If that's the method of use, why not let me do it? As your subordinate, I am more suitable to bear this responsibility than you."

Philomena dismissed it and said simply, "I am a golden mage. Even if I cannot use magic, my mind can suppress the erosion and will not be affected by long-term use."

"What happens after that?"

The Silver Mage smiled bitterly: "No matter how you take out the flesh and blood, if your life goes down the wrong evolutionary path, it will be difficult to correct it later."

"I have my own way!"

Philomena answered confidently that now was not the time to think so much, she should survive first, only then would she be able to be picky.

She led the team members out of the church headquarters. Losing most of them was a serious dereliction of duty. The remaining people must survive. This was her responsibility and insistence as a leader.

The group rested for a while, holding the suitcase in the middle, and followed Philomena into the fifth floor of the hotel.

To be precise, there is no fifth floor anymore. The aura of death has corroded and wiped out the space where the fifth floor existed.

This was just the edge of the area; there was nothing left in the central battle zone. Looking down from a high vantage point, three of the five-story mirror-folding hotels had collapsed, and the area below was pitch black like a cliff.

Unable to find a partner, Philomena was worried and prayed that the other side would shake hands and make peace and stop fighting, and everyone would join forces to fight against the unknown enemy.

boom!
A loud bang was heard from the side and rear, and the windows on the outer wall of the hotel were broken. More than a dozen men in black robes slowly walked over.

Philomena looked closely and saw that the four people in the lead were wearing white masks, so her true faces could not be seen.

The mask has a meaning. It is some kind of magic prop that is related to the barrier. It ensures that the four people can move freely in the mirror projection without being affected by the inner world.

The remaining eight men in black robes were not wearing masks. They looked as cold and brutal as professional soldiers, and each of them held a submachine gun.

He was well prepared and clearly knew about the existence of the forbidden magic area early on.

Seeing these people clearly, Philomena waved her hand and asked her people to retreat to the corner. She said coldly: "The Ministry of Magic in Windsor, right?"

Chester sneered and said, "You can think so, or you can treat us as Frank's black magician. It doesn't matter what it is. You will all die today."

"What if I destroy the traded item?" Philomena said without showing any weakness.

"I don't know what trading items are. Our mission is to kill all of you and never let the Moonlight Church enter Windsor." Chester said ambiguously, resolutely not giving the other party a chance to ask questions.

Considering that too much talk can lead to mistakes, he waved his hand and commanded eight soldiers to step forward, stagger into formation, and pull the trigger to start suppressing fire. Da da da da————

In the narrow corridors, the submachine gun is the absolute king. Just one fire is enough to dominate the scene and declare that all beings are equal.

Because of the forbidden magic area, Philomena was unable to activate the life barrier, and faced with powerful firepower, she had to retreat to the corner.

The eight soldiers were well-trained. They kept the formation moving forward. One person opened fire and the others followed up to complete the suppression without wasting a single bullet.

Seeing this, Philomena had to think of another way. She gestured to the five team members to cover the suitcase and leave, and destroy it directly when necessary.

She was in charge of the rear guard.

The five people knew that they would be a burden if they stayed, so they prayed that the high priest was safe and evacuated to the stairs with their suitcases.

The soldiers came to the end of the corridor with guns in hand and swept the guns towards where Philomena was hiding, but saw nothing.

At this moment, the wall on their side exploded, and the silver-white sword light cut through the air waves like flowing clouds and water.

Philomena overturned the wall, and her phantom figure left many afterimages. The long sword in her hand slashed across the necks of eight soldiers, and she passed by them almost in the blink of an eye.

She kept running towards the end of the corridor.

In the back, the necks of eight soldiers were cracked, but no blood flowed out. White flesh was squirming, and the wounds closed in an instant.

Four pitch-black gun muzzles were pointed at Philomena, and bullets rained down like a torrential rain, covering Philomena's back and passing straight through.

Afterimage!

Behind the corner, Philomena changed her arm to hold the sword, her right hand drooping at her side, her eyes becoming even colder: "Alchemy into a formation, magically modified life forms, it really is the Ministry of Magic in Windsor..."

She looked at her arm that was bleeding profusely, and without thinking anything else, she crushed the sealed bottle containing the flesh and blood of the star beast, and used the flesh and blood to block the gunshot wound.

Only magic can fight magic. If the opponent transforms life and interferes with evolution without regard for the consequences, then she will change it too!
"Go after her. Her body is very important. I want to confirm it myself."

Chester gave the order and changed lanes to chase the suitcase alone, leaving his three colleagues behind to command the soldiers.

As a fellow golden wizard, he had heard of Philomena's reputation as a crazy woman who looked dignified and elegant, but could do anything when pushed to the limit.

Just in case, the silver mage over there is easier to bully.

After Chester left, three masked men commanded the soldiers to chase Philomena, swearing at her, trying to provoke her anger and make her lose her mind and choose to fight head-on.

The sound of gunfire led the way and attracted a furtive figure.

｜д)!!
Wayne leaned over to look and saw three men in black robes with their backs to him. The distance between them was fifteen meters, so he could kill three of them by sneak attack.

Mona followed Wayne with bated breath, and when she leaned forward, she saw a butt facing her sideways.

I want to pinch it!

"Stand here and don't move. I'll be back soon. Don't reveal your ability to use magic without my order."

Wayne transmitted his thoughts and cautiously moved towards the three figures in black robes. The situation on the field was clear, and even a blind man could see that the group in black robes were the villains.

They set up a mirror barrier and a magic-forbidden area, ignoring the ordinary people in the hotel and carrying out an inhumane massacre.

Everyone has a submachine gun!

Wayne sneaked for ten meters, then crouched and charged forward, suddenly speeding up his pace. The whistling sound of the wind reached the ears of the three men in black robes. Without thinking too much, they turned around and pulled the trigger.

Swish!
The afterimage flashed past quickly, and Wayne crossed his hands in front of him. The two long swords at the position of his arms squirmed, turned into gray-white flesh and blood, and returned to the original shape of his arms.

Three heads flew into the sky. The headless corpse did not fall down for a while, but kept waving its hands and feet in place with the trigger pulled.

The bullets were fired randomly, some hitting the wall, some piercing Wayne's chest and head. The white foam on his face squeezed the bullets out of his body.

It's just a fatal injury, not fatal at all!
After killing three magicians of unknown strength in seconds, Wayne discovered that they were also under the suppression of the forbidden magic field. He called Mona forward and took away the submachine gun and replaced the magazine in front of the owner.

His fists were huge, and the owner didn't dare to say a word when being robbed. He could only watch him change the magazine.

"Will it work?"

Wayne stuffed a submachine gun into Mona's hand, and when she nodded, he said, "Don't use it even if you know how to use it. Hold it for me. When I run out of bullets, give me the gun."

Wayne held the gun in both hands, a submachine gun in his left hand and another in his right hand. He felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

He asked Mona to continue to move aside and went to the corner with two submachine guns.

To his surprise, there was a burst of gunfire from behind. The unlucky guy who was ambushed was furious, and his blood rushed to the ceiling. The eight soldiers still ignored him and just focused on chasing their prey.

"Then I can only accept it with a smile."

Wayne held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger at the eight figures. Flames spurted out rapidly. There was no need to aim in the narrow corridor. Just a slight shake of the gun would result in a dense rain of fire.

Chi Chi Chi————

Eight soldiers were attacked from behind and stumbled down one after another.

Wayne emptied the magazine, threw away the submachine gun in his hand, and was about to comfort the victim and see if the other party had any treasures on him, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The smell is wrong!

There is no taste of blood.

Under Wayne's surprised gaze, eight soldiers slowly crawled up from the ground, their limbs stiff and their eyes dull, like zombies that could not die.

But they are more advanced than zombies and cannot be killed even if they are shot in the head.

Wayne saw white foam wriggling on the neck of one of the soldiers and the bullet wound healing itself, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"It's so evil!"

He is a hypocritical person. It's okay for him to be weird, but it's absolutely unacceptable for others to be weird.

What's more, there are so many weird things at once, eight of them.

The eight soldiers stood up and stood still as if waiting for orders. They did not directly fire at Wayne. Seeing this, the latter raised his eyebrows and said, "Follow my orders, all of you commit suicide."

The effect was outstanding, and the soldiers looked towards him and pulled the trigger without thinking.

Wrong command, kill!

Wayne shrugged and stood there, letting the bullet pierce his body with an innocent look on his face.

Realizing that this monster could not be killed with hot weapons, the eight soldiers decisively dropped their guns, drew the military daggers from their waists, and formed a siege formation in pairs.

boom!
A shadow flashed by, and a soldier's chest was sunken, and he smashed towards the end of the corridor like a cannonball.

The man was in mid-air, with a lot of white foam coming out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

Wayne clearly heard the sound of broken bones. They had spines but soft bodies, defining the eight soldiers as magical lives.

He had seen and created similar life forms before. Judging from their appearance alone, these eight highly anthropomorphic creatures before him did not suffer from the uncanny valley effect.

Wayne kicked the nearest soldier away. His speed, strength and other attributes absolutely crushed him. He was so thick-skinned that he ignored sharp weapons. He rushed into the formation and punched with foam flying everywhere. He easily beat eight soldiers beyond recognition.

The white foam squirmed, and eight soldiers stood up at the same time. Their muscles swelled, their bodies grew to two meters tall, a tail grew out of their backs, fine scales covered their bodies, and their hands turned into sharp claws.

Wayne was horrified. He had seen this scene before, such as Dragon Heart Island and Landau Manor.

"Wholesale..."

"Dragon blood?!"

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