Restarting the myth.

Chapter 241 Dragon Blood Curse
Mountain forest.

The leaves swayed in the breeze, and the rustling sound was like a whisper.

Wayne stood in the forest with his eyes closed, stroking the ring on his index finger, listening to the whispers, and feeling the omnipresent vitality and energy.

There are two rings on Wayne's hands, a fire element ring that pretends to have a high elemental affinity, and a thinking ring given by Senna.

There is nothing much to say about the former, because the third-party business capabilities are too poor, which lowers Wayne's affinity for the fire element.

The latter is very interesting. It has the magic power to communicate with nature and can strengthen the holder's magic of faith. While reducing the consumption of thinking and magic power, it also keeps the power of magic.

The magician's thoughts and magic power decrease, but the power of magic remains the same as before, or even stronger.

Question: What's added to the formula?
Wayne thought about it for a whole night and the answer was that the ring had the effect of communicating with nature, adding nature to the formula.

The ring may not be strong, but nature is strong. With the power of nature, just a casual touch is enough to turn the formula into a puff.

Wayne thought about it all night. Is it possible that the ring, like his fire element ring, seriously reduced the power of nature?
Nature could have injected more, but the ring was too tight, resulting in reduced output, and the milk oatmeal was downgraded to puffs.

Wayne has been craving for a bowl of oatmeal for a long time!
This has always been his small goal.

I had no idea before, and even after I turned into an elf, it still didn't work. There was always something missing. Now...

"It's just barely passable, but there's still something missing. What is it?"

Wayne rubbed the ring. No matter what was missing, he just wanted to remember the feeling. Once he became proficient in it, he could put the ring aside and maybe he could really get nature's oatmeal.

Puffs and whatnot? Who needs puffs when you have oatmeal?

Wayne nodded repeatedly. This question was not difficult to answer. Not to mention him, Philomena, Mona, and Chris all knew that oatmeal porridge was filling and filling.

The woods rustled, and Wayne squatted on the ground studying the mottled light and shadows. The sunlight passed through the leaves and sprinkled on the ground to form a sloppy, complex, disordered and illogical pattern.

Wayne firmly believed that this was a kind of text, a message from nature conveying its own voice. Throughout the year, day and night, the scenes of nature were changing, and the message it was conveying was also changing.

He spread out a wisp of thought, without outputting any magic power, and communicated with the effects of nature through the ring, casting natural magic of faith.

In front of us, the withered yellow grass leaves slowly raised their heads, as if stretching out their arms towards the sky and embracing the sunshine.

The green becomes more and more intense, and the dead plants and trees are revived.

Wayne cannot bring the dead back to life, that is not something a human can do. He regards the forest in front of him as a whole, a conscious community composed of countless lives. He conveys the dead grass's desire to survive and receives assistance from other consciousnesses, thus obtaining nutrients and protection.

"balance……"

Wayne once again felt the importance of balance. The magician is balanced, this forest is balanced, and it spreads to the entire nature and even the entire void universe. Everything is balanced.

"The ring is just a communication tool, no, a speaker. Forcing the microphone to open allows me to communicate with nature and remember this feeling. I can do it without the ring, but..."

After all, it was forced, and Nature was reluctant, so this bowl of oatmeal was a bit perfunctory, and the milk did not cover the oatmeal.

Wayne doesn't want a married, middle-aged nature, he wants a nature that is eager to explore the true meaning of life, preferably a sports student.

"So, what's missing?"

Wayne's body shape changed, transforming into a two-meter-tall elf. The clothes on his body were transformed from black-scale combat suits, and there was no embarrassing situation of his clothes bursting.

His thoughts spread out, and the surrounding grass and trees resonated with him, turning into a green field with Wayne as the center.

There is no fluctuation of magic, only the exchange of thoughts.

Wayne opened his light green eyes and looked at a forest bird not far away. The bird was jumping back and forth on the branches, tilting its head to look at Wayne.

Bird: This tree is too short and ugly to build a nest.

Wayne slowly stretched out his hand, his thoughts flashed through his mind, and a forest bird flapped its wings and landed on his fingertips, then lowered its head and pecked him twice.

From behind, the sound of light footsteps was heard. The figure of a prehistoric monster flashed before the eyes of the forest bird. It was so scared that it flapped its wings and flew away, screaming continuously.

Veronica stared blankly at the mountains and forests around her that had come alive. She was fascinated by the surging vitality. She quickly walked to the elf's side and stared at the delicate and beautiful face without blinking.

Although, it’s really beautiful!

Wayne returned to his original appearance and sighed, "Look at what you've done. We were just a little bit away from having turkey tonight."

"Leave the turkey alone. He's still a child."

Veronica complained, and then said with great interest: "Wayne, I want to learn this."

"Which one, the elf?"

It is impossible to become an elf. Veronica has dragon blood. The life level of dragons is higher than that of elves. She will never be able to become an elf in her lifetime.

Veronica knew this very well and felt a little regretful but it didn't matter. She couldn't turn into an elf, but Wayne could, so if you rounded it off, she could too.

"I want to learn that magic trick..."

Veronica didn't know how to describe it. She was intoxicated by the powerful vitality. Combined with the dragon blood's fighting style, it was like a perpetual motion machine.

"This is more complicated to learn and requires a lot of talent."

It’s hard to describe Wayne, but he knows what’s going on. Talent is important, but the key lies in cheating.

Veronica has talent, but she doesn't have any special skills, so she can't learn.

"Forget it. I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well use it as a way to advance the progress."

"What progress?"

"Reverse your progress."

"..."

Veronica's face fell, and without thinking too much, she punched Wayne in the face as a reward.

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At tea time, Veronica received an invitation from Dusha next door to go to Villa No. 8 to make snacks together.

In the living room, the sunny and warm big boy and the melancholy young man sat opposite each other. When the snacks were served, the two brothers each had one portion in front of them.

Alex didn't share her sister's snack, and neither did Wayne.

The former knew his sister's cooking skills well, and was content to suffer only himself, without hurting more people; the latter was purely selfish, and even though Veronica's cooking skills were average, he refused to share snacks with outsiders.

The two plates were licked clean and both sisters were very satisfied.

Alex took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, which made people wonder if the reason he had been depressed for many years was because his sister ate too many snacks.

Dusha kicked Alex, who slowly said, "Wayne, as allies, do you think it is necessary for us to be familiar with each other's strength?"

necessary.

Alex is a calm, gentle man, a typical person with low desires. Wayne can guess with his toes that the proposal for the competition came from Dusha.

The ally wanted to flex his muscles, and Wayne also had the same idea, so he nodded and agreed readily.

The four of them left the villa, and Alex used faith magic to clear the surrounding grass and vegetation and tidy up a square arena.

The two younger sisters did not appear on the stage. When the bodyguard fell in this round, they were responsible for cheering on the sidelines.

Dusha: My brother is awesome.

Veronica: My brother is better!
Dusha: My brother can beat a hundred people like your brother.

Veronica: My brother could beat a thousand.

The dialogues are a bit childish, but they fit in with their 'innocent' personalities, and because they are ladies, none of them make violent remarks like my brother would dare to eat shit.

As the proposer of the competition, Alex briefly explained the rules. The competition should be limited to a certain point and should not hurt each other's feelings. However, in order to stimulate each other's desire to win, a prize should be added.

The loser provides the winner with information about the selection of the Saint.

Wayne saw the postman from Villa No. 8, and Dusha also saw the postman from Villa No. 4. Everyone has someone above them, so they might as well take the opportunity to discuss and reveal information to each other.

It all depends on your ability. If you want more information, you have to rely on your strength.

Veronica gave Wayne a look and said, for the sake of a century-long friendship, he must win, and he must win all the time.

The dragon-blood girl's desire to win is too strong.

Wayne shrugged and stretched his arms and legs. "You can't use faith magic or weapons, Alex. Is this really okay? It doesn't seem fair."

It's really not fair.

Alex smiled awkwardly. His sister's request was too much of an insult. He said, "How about this? You decide the rules for tomorrow's competition."

The honest man was too honest, and Wayne couldn't help wanting to bully him. He smiled and said, "Since you are so confident, I will make the first move, is that okay?"

"without……"

boom!
Alex saw a flash of shadow in front of his eyes and hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest to defend himself. A fist hit him in the face and he flew backwards, straight out of the ring and disappeared into the woods behind.

So fast!

The power is so strong!
Is this guy really human?
Dusha was slightly stunned and began to speculate about Wayne's bloodline. According to the investigation of the Frank Division, she obtained general information about Veronica, but most of the information about Wayne was blank.

Veronica's information is easy to investigate. Before Healy became the high priest of the Windsor Division, he was the leader of the Scalpel Organization of the Frank Division. He has dragon blood and is good at fighting. He is incredibly strong.

The Frank Division has Heaphy's files. If we follow up on them, we will have basically found out about Veronica. Wayne's information...

A pastor of the Natural Church, a part-time detective, an actor, the leading actor in the movie King Kong, and a suspected lover of Frank's popular singer Lily.

When Dusha got this information, she felt terrible. What a mess. Who cares about Wayne's rumored girlfriend? What she wanted was Wayne's identity in the wizarding world.

Also, no wonder he speaks Frank so well, it turns out it has something to do with being a big star.

There is no way to find it. Wayne is too low-key in the wizarding world.

Frank couldn't find out identities like the Death Knight and the Angel. Putting aside these, Wayne was not a magician from the system. He was a latecomer and only came into contact with magic last year.

It's only been a year at most, not even two and a half years as a trainee. Plus, Auston and Sifty hid well, so it's very difficult to investigate his traces in the wizarding world.

Since it is impossible to investigate, conduct an on-site inspection.

Dusha was very curious. Veronica possessed dragon blood. How strong was the person who could serve as a bodyguard for dragon blood?

He is really strong!
Alex staggered out of the woods, but before he could stand firm, he was punched again and flew away.

Not only is he strong, he is also cruel and ruthless.

Alex was pinned to the ground and rubbed for a while. He had excellent martial arts skills and was proficient in dozens of fighting techniques, but because his life essence was crushed, he had no chance to display them.

Even if he used magic power and strengthened his physical fitness, he was still easily defeated.

"Veronica, your brother... also has dragon blood?"

Dusha opened her mouth and seeing that Alex had no ability to fight back, she could only make this guess.

"Yes, he has dragon blood." Veronica nodded seriously and admitted it readily.

Is this true? If he agreed so readily, he must be lying.

Dusha frowned, "But when you introduced yourselves, it was clear that you were half-siblings, and Mr. Landau's predecessor was also a dragon blood owner?"

"Well, he has a habit of collecting dragon blood."

"..."

What the hell is this dragon blood collecting fetish? That’s ridiculous. Apart from anything else, can your dad physically handle it?

No matter whether you can bear it or not, you are still alive!

Veronica smiled secretly.

In Wayne's words, bullying honest people is not something to be proud of, although it feels really good, but cheating smart people is a real skill.

She tasted the joy of deceiving smart people and was very happy.

Two minutes later, Alex, who was at his wit's end, gave in and surrendered, with a bruised face and nose, and asked his sister to treat him.

I don’t know if Wayne’s fist was equipped with a positioning system or his face was equipped with a positioning system, but there were no injuries on other parts of his body, only his face was swollen.

Dusha felt a little distressed. It was so hateful. She had never been so harsh before.

"What did I say? It's not fair. You insist on..."

Wayne looked apologetic, put aside his desire to help others, respected the fate of others, and continued, "According to what you said, I will set the rules for the competition tomorrow. I choose to keep the rules unchanged and follow today's rules."

Dusha protected her brother, took a deep breath and said, "Don't waste time. I will give you two pieces of information directly."

"No way. I don't want to bully the weak. I just want to get the information honestly with my own hands." Wayne stuck to his principles and refused to accept charity.

You are so shameless! If you were a woman, you would be the saint!
Dusha rolled her eyes. Not wanting her brother to be beaten again tomorrow, she offered three pieces of information in exchange, which made Wayne give up in disappointment.

"The first test is the magic barrier, Nightmare Corridor, created by the Great Prophet. It can distort reality and dreams, project fear, create illusions, and dig out the ugliness deep in people's hearts." Dusha told the information.

Where are the three pieces of information you were promised? Why is there only one?
Veronica was puzzled and turned to look at Wayne. If she didn't understand, she could ask the social scum. He would definitely understand.

Wayne understood that by splitting one piece of intelligence, he could obtain three pieces of information.

The Nightmare Corridor and the ability of dreams, these are the two things. The most crucial piece of information is that the Great Prophet is standing behind Alex and his sister, and the postman who delivers the express is the Great Prophet's man.

It would be extremely difficult to be brave enough to enter and exit the manor without telling other senior executives, so Senna had to deliver the courier herself, so the postman was the Great Prophet.

"So, what's the way to decipher dreams?" Wayne asked.

"In exchange for an equivalent piece of information, I'll tell you." Dusha was also very straightforward.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days."

Wayne waved his hands and left with Veronica, leaving Dusha stomping her feet and kicking her brother hard.

"It's all your fault for being so kind. You lost twice!"

Wayne was in a very good mood when he heard the furious voice behind him. Veronica was also secretly happy. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Want to exchange information? The Nightmare Corridor sounds very powerful. You are so bad. The ugliness in your heart must be something you cannot let be seen."

"The ugliness within..."

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin. He was more worried about his inner secret being exposed than the ugliness in his heart.

Not to mention what was far away, the top leaders of the church headquarters were watching on the sidelines. As soon as he stood firm, the Death Knight jumped out. It must have been a beautiful scene.

Wayne felt a pain in his balls just thinking about it. This nightmare corridor was quite disgusting.

"I'm asking you a question. What is the ugliness in your heart?" Wayne didn't say anything, and Veronica was quite curious.

"I'm getting married, and the bride in the wedding dress is you..."

How ugly is this?
Veronica's face turned red, and the girl's heart was filled with sweetness. She turned her head to the side and snorted coldly: "Daydreaming, I will not marry you."

"I haven't finished yet. Besides you, the brides are Chris and Willie."

"..."

Veronica: ()
boom!
Wayne covered his face and gasped, "Compared to my boring ambitions, what is the ugliness in your heart, me?"

No, you wouldn’t dare to fight back even in your dreams.

Veronica blinked, hesitated for a moment and said, "Mother said that dragon blood is cursed. The stronger we are and the higher our magic realm is, the more terrible the curse will be."

"Explain it in detail. I'm very curious about this matter."

Wayne frowned, "Has the teacher's curse ever erupted? Is it because of the curse that she has not been able to break through to the legendary realm?"

"I don't know. My mother never told me that..."

Veronica shook her head: "Mother doesn't know the specific situation. If you insist on talking about nightmares, I can only think of the dragon blood curse."

Veronica briefly described the nightmare she could imagine: her bloodline evolved, she turned into a dragon in her dream, her mind could not keep up with her powerful body, and she spewed fire and did evil everywhere.

Whenever she encountered the dragon slayer Willy who came to challenge her, she would hit her with her tail and turn her into a star.

By the way, lock the senior in the castle.

Veronica didn’t say the last part, she just said that she turned into a dragon, because she had seen Megan in dragon form, the rendering material loaded perfectly, and she was confident that the dream would be more realistic.

Wayne touched his chin, and after a moment's silence, he said, "That shouldn't be the case. You turned into a dragon in my dream, so why didn't you lock me up in the castle?"

"Because it's your dream, not mine." Veronica slapped her hand away from her chin.

It makes so much sense.

Wayne couldn't refute it. He thought that the Nightmare Corridor could be passed by exchanging information, so it wasn't a big problem. However, he was particularly concerned about the Dragon Blood Curse.

The teacher has dragon blood, and Veronica also has dragon blood. The curse will erupt sooner or later. Perhaps the Nightmare Corridor is an opportunity to peek into the truth of the dragon blood curse and prepare for future dragon blood eruptions.

Suddenly, Wayne thought of Senna. This dragon-blooded girl must also have a curse. He wondered if she had overcome it and what method she had used.

A woman who is three years older than a man is as rich as a brick. Senna is who knows how many years older she is, maybe even a hundred years older, which can be called a mountain of gold.

Although Wayne didn't like her, he had to admit that his teacher's teacher was indeed something. If she treated him as a true disciple, he would definitely gain a lot of benefits.

At least we can avoid taking fifty years of detour.

"Veronica, next time you see Teacher Senna, be a little sweeter."

"Uh, she looked at me weirdly..."

Veronica tactfully expressed that she didn't like Senna very much, because the latter looked at her as if she wanted to eat her. Wayne also had this kind of look, but not in the same way.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Veronica's acting is average, so Wayne decides to do it himself.

As he said this, he thought of his nightmares again, counting the Shura Field, the exposure of his vest, and whether he was really Auston's biological son...

These are hardly nightmares.

Wayne asked himself what his nightmare was all about and soon found the answer.

On Dragon Heart Island, the ancient god poked his head out and extended an invitation to him.

"If I don't copy the answers and go straight into the Nightmare Corridor, will the Ancient God descend?"

(End of this chapter)