Restarting the myth.

Chapter 243: Clap your hands and get what you want
"Stop fighting..."

Wayne stood in the ruins and talked loudly. He didn't quite understand Veronica's nightmare. He only saw that after all the men in the Landau family died, the women went crazy collectively.

To put it in a positive way, he is a person of passionate temperament, with high emotions, and who dares to love and hate.

To put it bluntly, they have strong emotional reactions, are irritable, easily angered, and have extremely serious violent tendencies.

Many previous examples can prove this point. Not to mention Veronica, Healy got married when she said she would, ran away from home when she said she would, and when she saw the intimate photos of Wayne and his arch-rival student, she lost her mind on the spot and demanded an explanation.

The men of the Landau family may be a little cruel, like a big trash can and a small trash can, but we really can't live without them. Without them, it's like deleting the limiter of the dragon blood.

Wayne howled twice, but the effect was mediocre. The three dragons fought each other and didn't take him seriously at all.

He tried to contact Veronica's mind, but because his mental images were confused, he couldn't tell which of the three dragons was which.

There is no point in reasoning with them, so the only thing we can do is let them sit down and talk it out.

Physics calm down!

"It's my turn now."

Looking at the three white dragons, Wayne couldn't help but want to play cards. He raised his hand and got a venue card - Natural Realm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the three magic gems on his chest converged, extracting the purest magic power, bringing in the divine formula to transform into a perfect elf.

She is two meters tall and glowingly beautiful.

The black suit that transforms into a combat uniform changes with the body shape, highlighting the slender figure. Apart from the two rings that are a bit tight on the hands, there is nothing wrong with it.

As his thoughts spread out, the consciousness of the entire Landau Manor reached a unified state, with balance, tacit understanding, and harmony. Every plant and tree resonated with Wayne.

An indescribable aura shrouded the sky above Landau Manor, awakening from its slumber. It was calm, full of vitality, and yet also had a terrifying majesty.

This breath permeates every corner, from a blade of grass to a big tree, all in perfect balance, without any absolute prominence, and together they form a balanced ecology.

Wayne played the role of a communicator, because through him, this piece of nature awakened a common consciousness.

High in the sky, the three giant dragons stopped fighting and, forced to join forces to face their common enemy.

This space is Veronica's dream, which projects and distorts reality through the nightmare corridor. Veronica is not the owner of the dream, but is trapped in it and unable to extricate herself. She is also a part of the dream.

Dreams have no owner and no one with the final right of interpretation. Wayne's thinking and abilities can be displayed in this space. Although his abilities will not be greatly enhanced due to his rich imagination, they will not be suppressed either. He can only exert 30% of his 120% strength.

"Roar, roar, roar————" x3
Three giant dragons flapped their wings and swooped down, surrounding them on three sides and blocking all escape routes.

As the wind howled, three figures blocked out the sky.

The giant dragon opened its bloody mouth and spewed out hot dragon breath, which was blindingly red and suffocatingly hot.

The moisture in the air evaporated in an instant, and the destructive force spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, all life turned to ashes.

The sound of flames, the crackle of burning trees, and the deafening roar intertwined to compose an all-consuming symphony.

Wayne's venue card was burned to ashes and naturally could not withstand the flames. Randall Manor was covered in flames and no plant was spared.

But that indescribable aura did not dissipate. On the contrary, it was like a sheathed sword ready to be used, hanging high above the dragon's head, making them even more panic-stricken and manic.

Rumble!
In the center of the sea of ​​fire, a gentle wind started to blow, from small to large, and then became unstoppable.

A vortex of flames rose from the ground, dancing in the sky, distorting the air. The hot breath rapidly contracted, and black rain clouds formed above the cooling Landau Manor, and drizzle fell.

On the hot earth, the charred remains of burned forests could be seen everywhere. Wayne stood in the black ruins, raised one hand, and compressed the vortex of fire into his palm.

The terrifying affinity for the fire element directly caused Dragon Breath to rebel and willingly serve him.

Snapped!
The subtle sound of a soap bubble bursting exploded, and the flame in Wayne's palm turned into a wisp of flame and dissipated, returning to the elements and returning to nature.

He looked up at the sky, the light green light in his eyes flickering slightly. He carefully looked at the three white dragons, picked the smallest one, raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, aiming at the target...

Raise a middle finger.

"Roar, roar, roar————" x3
Wayne's original intention was to provoke Veronica and use the opportunity of close combat to wake her up.

Don't dream, Willy is in your fiancé's bed.

The plan was good, Veronica would definitely not be able to stand it, but the mother dragon was unreasonable. The three white dragons all gave Wayne the middle finger, and Wayne passively completed the gorgeous group ridicule.

Three figures that blocked out the sky and the sun swooped down, spewing dragon breath from their mouths. Pillars of flame crossed and descended, burning the earth with red streams of light and dark.

Wayne stood intact in the center of the sea of ​​fire. All the flames approaching him automatically retreated into fire elements and returned to nature. He faced the bloody mouth of the white dragon and swung his fist with one hand.

There was a loud bang.

The swooping dragon roared in pain and was punched by Wayne...

Several scales on his lips were broken, the injuries were horrible, and his gums were bleeding.

The effect of this punch was outstanding, with a strong output of taunt. The white dragon became even more angry, and it folded its dragon wings and crawled on all fours, like a white mountain, pressing Wayne forward.

Wayne changed his fists into palms and pushed the dragon with both hands, but was forced to slide backwards by the indescribable force.

The size of both sides determines that their strength is not on the same level. Wayne can break the dragon's scales with a point-to-point attack, but facing the brutal and unreasonable bulldozer, he can only sigh in despair.

The next second, his hands were broken and he was pressed against the ground by the dragon's kiss on his chest.

Good news: the white dragon is Veronica, and she actively kisses Wayne for the first time.

The bad news: it was too much enthusiasm for Wayne's elven form to handle.

boom!
Four thick vines rose from the ground, and the surging vitality emitted a bright green light. The four vines locked the dragon's neck, wrapped around the bottom and contracted, then expanded with the vitality, turning into a thick and powerful forearm.

The big hand of nature broke out of the ground and clamped the white dragon, making it whimper.

Wayne knelt on one knee, and with the help of his vitality, his hands recovered naturally, and he suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

Just clap your hands and whatever you want will come true!

Rumble————

More and more vines emerged from the ground, first the thick and powerful forearms, and then the entire arms. The vines formed muscle fibers, which squirmed and contracted, swinging the hundred-meter-long dragon in a circle and smashing it forward.

With heads butting against each other and backs against backs, three white dragons fell heavily to the ground like a stack of Arhats.

boom! !

The earth was sunken and cratered, and it was rumbling and shaking.

Dust and ashes were flying all over the sky, sporadic flames rose high, and visible shock waves spread in all directions in the form of white waves.

Three white dragons wailed at the same time. Wayne was sharp-eyed and noticed that the eyes of the white dragon in his hand flashed, and the madness faded away and some rationality was restored.

The physical calming method really works.

Wayne tried to communicate with his mind, but was rejected, so he picked it up and smashed it again.

Wailing sounds were heard, the earth shook continuously, and Veronica's eyes finally became clear.

"Wayne, are you alive again?"

"Nonsense, when did I die? It was all hallucination. Where's your brain?"

It's on you, otherwise how could you be so smart!
Seeing Wayne was furious, Veronica didn't dare to answer loudly. She directly changed the subject and wanted to get back at him for what she had just done.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Go back and do whatever you want. Kill them first."

Wayne took a deep breath, controlled the giant hand of nature to throw Veronica into the air, then jumped into the air and landed steadily on the back of the white dragon.

Behind him, surging fire elements gathered and transformed into various weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds.

Veronica copied Megan's dragon look, and Wayne followed suit and copied his teacher Sphynx's dragon knight look.

It is not easy to tame dragon blood. Veronica has an extra trash can on her body, and she feels uncomfortable both physically and mentally. She flaps her wings in the air and turns over to press Wayne under her.

"Don't be willful. This is a rare opportunity. You must master the dragon's body. This is very important for your evolution." Wayne's feet exuded magical power and stuck tightly to Veronica's back.

Dragon Blood responds to softness and not hardness. The harder you are, the harder she will be. You must be obedient at this time.

Wayne's dragon taming skills have made some progress. Under the guise of "it's for your own good", he reluctantly reached an agreement with Veronica and enjoyed the joy of being a dragon rider.

I've wanted to ride like this for a long time!
Wayne was secretly pleased, riding a dragon to fight two, using his strong affinity for the fire element to make the two white dragons on the opposite side helpless, and at the same time calling on the nature in the field card to obey his orders. For a moment, the horn of the general attack sounded, and the earth rumbled and rippled like waves, and countless vine roots broke out of the ground.

Chamber.

The senior executives looked at the perfect elf in the picture and were all silent.

The Great Prophet looked around at everyone and said with satisfaction: "Since no one objects, he is mine."

"I object!"

Senna looked at Wayne with shining eyes, almost drooling, and said viciously: "Wayne is my student's student. I only have one student, and my student also has only one student. I will not give him to you."

"So what? The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal. Similarly, the students of your students are not your students." The great prophet quoted a famous saying and refused to give in.

"Tubie, with Wayne's talent, he can definitely become the Son of God, the first Son of God in the history of the Natural Church." Senna also argued.

It was not until then that she remembered that when Xifei recommended the two candidates, she emphasized Wayne's talent rather than Veronica's dragon blood.

Senna didn't care at the time. As the owner of dragon blood, she was used to being arrogant and never cared about any talent.

No matter how talented you are, can you have more potential than a dragon?

Now it seems that this is indeed possible. Xifei did not lie. Wayne's talent is higher than Veronica's.

"The Church of Nature will not have a Holy Son. How do you think the goddess and the believers will see this?"

The Great Prophet refused to obey and put the cruel truth in front of Senna. The Son of God could have it, but Senna did not have the power to break the rules. She should just hand Wayne over to him so that they could still be friends in the future.

Otherwise, he would make up an oracle and Wayne would return to the Temple of the Prophet, and because it was just a formality, Senna would get nothing.

The two stared at each other, and the Great Prophet said aggressively: "You can see that he is so in tune with nature, which means he was born with a mission. He is the most perfect successor to the Great Prophet. I have been waiting for him to appear for so many years."

"Nonsense, you already have two students. Virgil and Circe are both rare geniuses. They can both communicate with nature." Senna listed the candidates for the Great Prophet and told the old man not to be too greedy.

Especially don’t grab the things in the dragon’s bowl. It took her forty years to wait for Wayne. Try grabbing one!
“They’re not perfect…”

The Great Prophet didn't want to criticize his students, but it just wasn't possible. Virgil and Circe were able to communicate with nature because of his years of training and investment.

Wayne is different. He can communicate with nature with his own potential. He is so strong even before being taught. If he is taught, he will be able to reach the sky.

This kind of talent is born to be a great prophet.

"Senna, you and I both know that the Church of Nature has no Holy Son. No one agrees with that. You don't have the final say. Wayne's final achievement is just a high priest of the oracle."

The Great Prophet spoke in a loud voice: "On the contrary, he became my student and will inherit the position of the Great Prophet in the future. It will be beneficial to the church and the war of faith without any harm."

What do you mean he is just a high priest of oracle?
Old man, who are you mocking here?
Several high priests of the oracle were furious at the same time. They slammed the table and argued with the great prophet, asking him to make his words clear and to take back words that were not conducive to unity.

The Pope said nothing, just looked at the dragon-riding elves on the screen and let them argue endlessly.

The Pope likes geniuses. From his perspective, the more geniuses the Church has, the better, as they are all his assets.

But if this asset would threaten the saint candidate he supports, that would be a different story.

The Pope raised his lips and said slowly: "I think the Great Prophet is right. Wayne's talent destined him to be extraordinary. He will become the next Great Prophet. This is his destiny and the responsibility he bears."

"You are worthy of being the Pope. This is called fate. It is not something that some people can oppose just because they want to." The great prophet applauded.

Senna was furious. She had lost her trump card in the last twenty years, but in these twenty years, she would never give up no matter what.

Compared to the Great Prophet, Wayne should gain a foothold in the Knights of Nature.

"Everyone, can I interrupt for a moment?"

At the corner of the long white table, a blurry figure suddenly spoke. He had said nothing before and everyone was used to his low profile.

"Deputy Captain Gavin, what do you think?"

"I went to Windsor some time ago. As an investigator, I reviewed the two candidates for the Windsor division. I was very optimistic about Wayne's talent and gave him a full score." Gavin said slowly.

Everyone was puzzled. Given Gavin's status and casual personality, his personal trip to Windsor was definitely not just an assessment of a candidate.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the Pope.

The Pope didn't want to explain anything, so he said, "Deputy Captain Gavin, please continue."

"I think Wayne's talent is not just to be the High Priest of Oracle, and he shouldn't just sit there as the Great Prophet. This would only waste his talent..."

Gavin ignored the anger of the crowd and said something shocking: "I think he will become the successor to the leader and the next God-chosen Knight."

"What?!"xN
Everyone was shocked, and the Pope couldn't help but straighten up, wanting to hear the source of Gavin's confidence.

"Candidate Wayne has called upon nature's response with his Silver Mage cultivation. From this point of view, he is the best candidate for the Great Prophet, but..."

Gavin changed the subject and said, "He has been studying magic for less than a year. He has not yet fully realized his talent. He should not stop here. You people cannot decide his fate. Only the goddess has the right to do so."

"Gudu!"

Senna swallowed quietly. She had overestimated Wayne's talent, but she didn't expect Gavin to be more optimistic about Wayne than she was. He called him the God-chosen Knight, pushing Wayne's talent and potential to the peak.

If her students' students became natural knights, who would be qualified to compete with her for the next Pope? And when she became Pope, who would dare to go against her?
No.

If the pope is bolder, he could end his term early.

"Gavin, you are so arbitrary!"

The Pope said in a cold voice: "Mr. Mura, do you know what you said? If it is just your personal wishful thinking, take it back now."

Mura is the current Knight of Nature. His term of office is unknown. He is nominally the leader of the Knights of Nature. Apart from the honor of being a knight, he has rejected all real power. However, because of the title of God's Chosen Knight, his identity is the greatest power.

What an honor it is to be a knight of the goddess walking among the earth.

As long as Mura opens his mouth, all members of the Knights of Nature will die for him, and even all believers will follow his orders.

In comparison, the Pope is only the highest level of administrative decision-making in the church. He is an elected leader and cannot communicate with the goddess.

"Mr. Mura doesn't know about this. I once asked Wayne, and he has no intention of becoming a knight. He has a cognitive defect about his own talent. Maybe it's because he is being modest, and he thinks his talent is too poor." Gavin said truthfully.

The Pope breathed a sigh of relief. The situation changed too quickly. The sudden appearance of a genius made him feel that he could not suppress Senna. Although the fault was not Wayne, he did feel a little disgusted with Wayne.

What are you doing with such a great talent? Tell me, do you want to be the Pope?

Go to hell, forget about it, Son of God, you can only be a great prophet in this life.

Any delay would lead to changes, so the Pope decided to confirm Wayne's destination as soon as possible.

Otherwise, Gavin might suddenly recommend Wayne to Mura, and Mura might get too excited and directly give the Elemental Mantra to Wayne.

Can Wayne pass the goddess' test and become the chosen knight on the spot...

Although the possibility is small, there is no need to take the risk.

The Pope glanced at Senna and directly contacted the Great Prophet. He gave Wayne a bad review in this game and tried every means to make him leave the game.

The Great Prophet understood immediately, noticed Senna's thought connection, and blocked her directly.

Don’t contact me anymore, for fear that the Pope might misunderstand me.

Senna seemed to understand something, snorted coldly, and left the scene early with her mind dispersed.

I have to meet Wayne as soon as possible, lest the young man succumb to temptation and really think that the position of the great prophet is something that can be obtained easily.

Upon seeing this, the great prophet left the meeting room.

The crystal ball was still playing the image of the Dragon Rider Elf, but the top brass' minds had already left it, curious about how the fight between the two would end.

"Since there is nothing else to do, let's disperse. Think carefully about the scores when you go back. These candidates are all very outstanding." The Pope left some ambiguous words and went to watch the fun first.

The Pope had left, and the others were too lazy to pretend anymore. They said a few polite words and then went offline.

"The church has finally become like this." Gavin did not leave. He looked at the performance of other candidates on the crystal ball and gave them impartial scores.

He knows that his score is not important, but his persistence is important.

"If the leader had wanted, the church would definitely not have become like this..."

(End of this chapter)