Restarting the myth.

Chapter 324 Little Devil, Where Are You From?
Windsor Castle, St George's Chapel.

Hermann stood guard at his post with an expressionless face. Fifteen minutes had passed since he contacted the Ministry of Magic headquarters. He felt every second was like an eternity and was extremely anxious.

Why haven’t the reinforcements arrived yet? Where are the Dark and Death Knights? They ran faster than anyone else during the rebellion, but why did they disappear when the devil came? Have they left Lundan?
Speaking of reinforcements, reinforcements have arrived.

A woman in a white suit appeared in Hermann's sight, with silver hair, silver eyes, and light lips. She was as cold as a piece of ice, keeping people at a distance.

Hermann immediately held his breath and concentrated. He felt a huge pressure from the newcomer. Although the latter had no breath at all and looked no different from an ordinary person at first glance, but...

He easily passed through the magical restriction without triggering any alarm, and entered the heavily guarded Windsor Castle as easily as going shopping. How could he be an ordinary person?

"Hermann Muller, the legendary wizard of the Windsor Ministry of Magic and leader of the Knights of the Holy Light, sir, are you the reinforcement sent by Deputy Minister Austin?" Hermann respectfully saluted as a knight.

The four gold wizard-level knights didn't know what was going on. They looked at each other in confusion, not understanding why they would ask for help from the headquarters when everything was calm.

Is the leader under so much pressure that he is hallucinating? x4
Delain returned the chivalric salute and said coldly, "I received a call from the prince. A demon broke into St. George's Church. Check, is it here?"

"Yes."

Herman straightened his back and asked curiously, "Sir, the prince you are referring to is Prince Edward?"

"Who is that?"

"..."

Oh, it turns out to be Prince Wayne.

"Leave the devil inside to me. Just be careful to guard the door and don't let the devil escape from other places." Delain walked past Hermann and walked towards the forbidden area of ​​the church.

"Sir, you really don't need help?"

"If you help the devil, my chances of winning will be even better."

Without even turning his head, Delain disappeared from Herman's sight before he could ask about his identity.

Two minutes later, Wayne, who had been hasty in finishing his work, finally arrived.

He did not transform into a Death Knight, but wore a black suit, which was low-key, luxurious and meaningful, and he dressed like a member of the royal family on an incognito visit.

"Mr. Wayne, why are you here?" Herman asked in surprise.

"I came here to collect the devil's body and check what is attracting the devil inside St. George's Church."

Wayne smiled slightly. The subtext made Herman feel very stressed. He hurriedly explained, "There are no secrets in St. George's Cathedral. The Minister and Deputy Minister arranged for us to guard it because of the special nature of the royal mausoleum and the ancestral teachings. St. George's Cathedral is the place of glory for the royal family and a legendary wizard must be stationed there."

"Look, I haven't said anything yet, and you're anxious again."

Wayne smiled unchanged and asked, "I have already notified the reinforcements. Has Moonlight Knight gone in?"

"What, she's Moon Knight?!"

Hermann was shocked. No wonder a legendary wizard like him felt so pressured. It turned out to be the God-chosen Knight. This made sense.

"Oh, you let the person in without knowing anything?" Wayne raised his eyebrows and displayed his leadership.

Herman smiled bitterly and lowered his head, blaming himself for taking the first step with his right foot when he went out today. He was guilty and willing to accept the punishment.

"Captain Hermann, you have worked hard to stick to your post, as have all the elites of the Knights of the Holy Light. Work hard in the future, and our Landau family will not treat you unfairly." Wayne did not pursue the matter further. He stopped at the point and made a big promise.

Hermann watched Wayne walk into the core area of ​​the church with a wry smile. With Moonlight Knight present, a mere devil could not cause any big waves, so there was no need to worry about the prince's life safety.

Hermann's mentality at this time was just like that of Queen Sophia and Yvette who learned of Delain's identity: sad, dejected, and helpless.

The Landau family just raised their hands and three God-chosen knights appeared. The two knights, Nature and the Sun, were still on their way on horseback. The change of dynasties in Windsor was a foregone conclusion.

There is nothing to struggle about, just follow His Majesty and do your best!

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West End, Theatre.

A man with long blond hair and blue eyes stood at the door of the theater holding a rose. His humble smile was as gentle as a spring breeze. Just by his handsome face, he made the women around him stop and look.

Sister Titus, under the order of her angel master Archibald, came to the theater to pick up girls in order to create an alibi and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

This reincarnated angel is obviously super powerful but overly cautious.

As a nun with a pure heart, Titus had no idea how to pick up girls, so Archibald taught her a lesson.

Archibald: It's easy to pick up girls. You just walk up to the girl and say, 'Can I have a relationship with you?' and that's it.

Titus tried it, using Archibald's face and a romantic rose. He quickly broke up three couples and successfully won over three girlfriends.

Like master, like servant. That's fine.

At this time, Titus was surrounded by three young women who had just broken up. She was struggling with whether to bring all three into the theater together, or to follow Archibald's example and give the three ladies a fair chance to compete. The time limit was five minutes, and whoever had the most effective attacks would be chosen.

While he was hesitating, a figure in a neat suit walked out of a black limousine with two secretaries. The man held the girls' bodies with one hand and pressed their slender waist with the other, and he was hugging girls on both sides and smiling like a winner in life.

First Julian.

The head of the Julian family in the Tulip family, who looks like Auston and is in his thirties, successfully inherited the family wealth at a young age through hard work.

The Julian family and the Landau family have many similarities: both have small families and are engaged in business.

The difference is that Auston has a son, while First has no children. He has changed many secretaries with big breasts and big legs, but none of them got pregnant with his child.

In terms of business, the Julian family's main industries are tobacco and lottery.

There is nothing much to say about tobacco. It helps save national pensions and has won the support of the Windsor authorities.

The lottery industry involves many well-known London and Danish teams, including football and cricket. It has connections in the sports world, its career is booming, and it has made a fortune.

For a person like this, it is no exaggeration to say that he should go to hell!

But it just so happens that First has a very good reputation among the lower classes, at least better than Austin who is in finance.

The reason is simple. First used private funds to build a large number of welfare homes across Windsor to adopt homeless orphans.

For example, Chris spent two years in the orphanage in First before being adopted by Doreen, the foster mother of the Moonlight Church.

Without the free potatoes in the past two years, Veronica's sweetheart would have starved to death on the streets long ago.

For this alone, First is worthy of going to heaven!
He is a very contradictory person. It is hard to say whether he is good or bad. If he is good, tobacco and lottery have ruined many families. If he is bad...

Wayne was the first one to disagree. Even for the sake of the child's mother, he had to thank Firster.

Veronica: That makes sense!
There has been a lot of fun in London recently. First had a big meal, hired two new secretaries, and worked hard at home for half a month. Today, he was bored, so he brought his two secretaries to the theater to listen to some music.

By the way, let's find out if there are any female students who have just entered the society, have dreams of becoming an artist but have repeatedly hit a wall and need help.

He is not talented, he just happens to have some dirty money.

When passing by Titus, a golden light flashed in First's eyes, and he smelled the scent of the Angel Golden Rule on Titus.

"interesting!"

"People from the Holy See are here..."

First glanced at Titus out of the corner of his eye, patted his butt and asked the two secretaries to go in first. Don't ask, the only thing he knew was that he wanted to change the track tonight.

Windsor, that makes sense.

Two cups of green tea swayed into the theater, and First came to Titus' side and watched with him the three young women pulling clothes and hair.

With First's abilities, it was not difficult to see that Titus was a nun and her male appearance was an illusion.

He smiled slightly and asked curiously: "Little Sister, where is your master and what is he doing in Lundan?"

Titus was slightly stunned. The moment he turned around, he saw a golden light. He said blankly with a dull expression: "My master's name is... called..."

Noticing the restrictions set by the angel, First did not make things difficult, but changed the question: "What are you doing in Lundan, and who are you with?"

"The envoy of the Papal States, under the orders of His Holiness the Pope, has come to London to negotiate with Prince Wayne and search for the second reincarnated angel." Titus murmured.

"Lendan has another reincarnated angel?"

First was slightly surprised. He had always thought that there was only one reincarnated angel in Lundan, so he made some operations to create the illusion that Wayne was the reincarnated angel.

"Little Sister, is the news reliable?"

"The Pope's secret order cannot be wrong."

"That old man who loves to daydream doesn't seem reliable..."

The conversation between the two was open and aboveboard, but no one else noticed. The crowd of onlookers only watched the three young women fighting and completely ignored them.

"Tell me, how does the Pope plan to find the second reincarnated angel?"

"The Pope has prepared a Golden Rule Bible for Mr. Wayne, hoping to find angels through angels. That Golden Rule Bible is not ordinary, and Mr. Wayne will definitely be able to find similar ones." Titus said without reservation.

"I see. It seems that we must satisfy the Pope."

First nodded and continued, "So what are you doing here, little sister? Where is your leader?"

"In St. George's Church, the blood of God and the kingdom of the dragon...these are very precious." Titus said it all.

"Tsk, tsk, you know so much. Your master loves you very much!"

First smiled slightly: "Because the reincarnated angels do not have the blood of the original angels, their strength has greatly declined and they are unable to cope with the tasks that are about to be awakened. Therefore, they pursue the blood of Saint George in order to complete the transformation and retrieve the power stored in heaven..."

"Maybe I can get my memory back!"

"It's a good idea, but unfortunately you're too late. I've already taken the divine blood."

"However, the Dragon Kingdom does have some small surprises. It depends on your luck. If you are lucky, you might be able to pick one up."

First glanced at Titus, asked a few more questions, and after gaining a great deal of intelligence, he walked towards the theater with a satisfied smile.

"There are two reincarnated angels in Lundan. I only know one. There is another one..."

"Who is it?"

“The world is becoming more and more interesting.”

"Jiejiejiejie——"

Titus shuddered and woke up from his confusion, not realizing anything was wrong. After the three young women had decided the winner, the two losers who were looking for their ex-boyfriends to reunite, walked into the theater with their arms around the proud waist of the winner. The devil likes to play with people's hearts, and so do angels. In terms of not being human, both sides are weird and not very anthropomorphic.

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The core area of ​​St. George's Church connects the gray space.

In the whole of London, there are three places connected to the gray space: the Ministry of Magic headquarters, Buckingham Palace, and St. George's Chapel.

Among them, St. George's Church is the original connecting passage.

The dragon-slaying knight Saint George possesses the blood of heaven, or in other words, he is a native angel who has come to the earth.

Once upon a time, angels and demons could enter the Chosen Continent.

Wayne once obtained a piece of the Holy Shroud, which was originally kept in the Cathedral of St. Dominic, but St. Dominic was neither a human nor an angel. He had the blood of hell flowing in his body and was a descendant of the devil. He was able to enter heaven by bathing in the holy light.

The devil has blood descendants on earth, and the Windsor royal family has the blood of heaven. These are strong evidence that the devil and angels once traveled freely back and forth between the earth and the earth.

And the gray space is indeed the kingdom of a fallen dragon. Because of the dragon, the kingdom of God specifically refers to the kingdom of dragons.

Contrary to Wayne's guess, the dragon kingdom captured by Windsor had nothing to do with the Knights of the Sun Goddess. It was chopped into pieces by St. George's dragon-slaying blade and placed next to his own bloodline descendants.

The Windsor ancestors were really rich, but each generation was worse off than the last, so they are doing worse than the last.

By Sophia's generation, in order to ensure the inheritance of the royal bloodline and continue to secure the throne of Windsor, she had to wear stockings and stay up late to work overtime.

Even so, my ex-boyfriend still ignores me.

The gray space left by St. George was not simple. He recorded some information and stored it in the Holy See of Heavenly Father. This information was hidden in a Bible and was later collected and sealed by the Papal States.

The Windsor royal family was not aware of the secret.

Up to now, Archibald followed the secret and came to the door. He didn't know how much Wayne had obtained, and he no longer had any expectations for the blood of God, but he believed that Wayne was most likely not to have obtained the secret treasure recorded in the Bible.

"The treasures of nature belong to those who are virtuous!"

This is not Archibald's original words, but the translation gives roughly the same meaning.

He came to the end of the gray space alone, looking at the devastated gray space that had been repeatedly exploited, and couldn't help but sigh at his colleague's methods.

They are really ruthless. If they continue like this without restraint, the gray space will completely disappear.

Fortunately, we arrived early, otherwise the secret treasure would have disappeared.

Archibald waved his hand and took out a handwritten parchment Bible from his personal space. The text on it was too ancient for modern people to understand. Only scholars who specialized in ancient languages ​​could understand the information recorded on it.

Archibald recited the Bible softly and wandered at the end of the gray space for a long time until he found his position completely. Only then did a hazy shadow of a cross appear in the space in front of him because of the spell.

"Still."

Archibald felt very fortunate. He pressed the cross shadow with his five fingers, slowly rotated it a few times, and then pushed it forward.

In an instant, the originally empty grey space was filled with waves, and visible ripples spread out and diffused in all directions, and a brand new world slowly opened.

The sky was covered by raging flames, the earth was covered with mountains, fog filled the air, and the air was warm and humid everywhere.

There are no green trees or forests in the mountains, but there is real soil and flowers.

The mist was swirling, as if countless white ghosts were dancing in the air, sometimes gathering together, sometimes dispersing. Scorched by the flames in the sky, the mist slowly evaporated upwards and then condensed into raindrops and fell down.

Mist cannot extinguish the flames, and the flames cannot dry up the water vapor. A concept filled with magical cycles achieves a balance in this world.

"The life of the dragon!"

Archibald threw the parchment Bible into the air, and the Bible emitted a golden beam of light, pointing out a way in the distance.

He snapped his fingers, and the Bible broke through the fog and flew away into the distance.

Archibald followed closely behind, going deep into the hazy and mysterious fog. The ground under his feet was moist and soft, and the rustling sound conveyed to him amazing vitality.

The world derived from the flesh and blood of the dragon records the information of the dragon. Under the forging of the law of fire, energy is transformed into matter, generating this peculiar magical space.

Archibald moved at an incredibly fast speed and soon arrived in front of a white mountain range.

Giant Dragon Bone Mountain!

Under the thick fog, a towering dragon bone mountain stands quietly, with no head or tail visible, and each huge bone carries the vicissitudes of time.

The mist shuttled between the dragon bones, sometimes gathering into milky white silk, and sometimes turning into thin strands of thread, entwining the dragon's skeleton and appearing and disappearing, maintaining a rhythm like breathing.

Occasionally, a cold breeze blew across the ground, and the fog rolled in. The Dragon Bone Mountain seemed to wake up in an instant, emitting a low and shocking dragon roar.

The ancient voice echoes in the mist, filling people with infinite fear and awe of powerful life.

It's a pity that the dragon's wings are drooping and the dragon is bowing its head. The glory is long gone. This sound only adds a touch of sadness to the mystery.

Archibald saw glory in the huge dragon bones. This was an adult dragon with extremely powerful strength. However, he also felt sadness in the moss attached to the bones and the smell of decay in the air.

Although the dragon was strong, in the end, it was just a pile of bones.

Archibald's body was suspended in the air, and as he spread out his thoughts, he sensed a hint of metallic light above the dragon's head.

The sworn sword of Saint George the Dragon Slayer!
With the magical weapons from heaven and the dragon life that can be reshaped, this trip is worthwhile.

Archibald smiled without expressing any emotion, knowing full well that the longer the night, the more trouble one may have. After all, this was Wayne's territory, and he didn't want to face Wayne face to face. The right thing to do was to take the treasure away as soon as possible.

Archibald waved his hand, and the parchment Bible hanging in the air burst into golden light.

The next second, the bowstring vibrated, and the cold and sharp sound cleared away the heavy fog.

A beam of white light broke through the air, pierced through the parchment Bible, and sent it to the end of the world.

"who?"

Archibald turned around suddenly, raised his five fingers to become sharp claws, spread black wings behind him, and exuded an evil aura of hell.

"devil……"

Delain, holding the White Night's Proclamation in his hand and wearing the Moonlight Armor, looked at Archibald who was facing a formidable enemy, and a hint of joy appeared on his icy face.

"Thank you for leading me here."

"..."

Archibald's eye twitched as he recognized the famous Bai Ye Zhen Yan.

With his current strength, he has no chance of winning against Moonlight Knight. Moreover, he has to hide his identity and cannot use the Angel's Golden Rule. He is covered with a fake skin of the devil, so he is no match for the opponent in a fight.

Just at this time!
The Moonlight Knight didn't come earlier or later, but at this moment. Archibald couldn't help but suspect that he was spotted by the Moonlight Knight as soon as he arrived in London, and the latter followed him all the way, so they met now.

"Little devil, where are you from? Wings are quite rare. Whose familiar are you? This shouldn't be your true appearance, right?"

Delain immediately exposed Archibald's fake identity. Moonlight Knight had seen all kinds of scenes, and even though he knew little about the devil, he could still find out that the other party was deliberately concealing his identity.

"Show me your face. If you're ugly, I'll give you a quick death."

Delain raised her hand and touched the bowstring, with a glimmer of joy in her eyes. The dragon bone mountain had the possibility of being reshaped and was very well preserved. Coincidentally, she just happened to have a sub-dragon, maybe she could use it to evolve.

Just taking a walk outside, you can pick such delicious fruits. It must be the guidance of the goddess.

"If you want to kill me, use the bow in your hand to speak!"

Archibald raised his arm and shouted, and the surging breath of hell whistled away. The terrifying energy turned into a vortex of dark clouds in the sky. The energy field pressed the surrounding space, and a huge flame burst out with a rumbling sound.

Very strong!

But it depends on who you compare yourself with.

Compared with Archibald's hell form, the three familiars that sneaked into Lundan were just younger brothers at best. The devil lost to a reincarnated angel on the stage of playing the devil.

Compared to Delain...

It’s okay, at least the visual effects are maxed out.

Swish!
The white arrow pierced through and penetrated the vortex of dark clouds. The terrifying energy field instantly died down, and the entire black cloud froze into an iceberg, which crackled and turned into hailstones that fell to the ground.

When encountering a powerful energy attack, use even more powerful energy to crush it. The Chosen Knight is so strong that he can always fly.

As the hail was howling, a hazy figure wrapped in black mist flapped its wings and flew down. In a flash, it arrived in front of Delain. Holding a strange, dark and twisted weapon in its hand, it chopped down at the face of the iceberg.

"Play with you."

Delain raised his longbow to hold the black blade, waved his hand to pull out a cold moon rapier in front of him, and slashed at the roaring face of the black fog.

At the touch, the black mist's body split from top to bottom, splitting into two halves.

Delain raised his eyebrows and looked towards the giant dragon bone mountain. At the location of the dragon skull, a black shadow roared and pulled out a heavy sword that looked like a cross.

Golden light shot up into the sky, and a holy aura surged up.

Without the suppression of this magical weapon, the dragon's skeleton roared softly, as if a bone dragon would flap its wings and soar into the sky in the next second.

The breath of death, the breath of life, the breath of heaven and hell collided violently at this moment.

"what is this?"

……

"what is this?"

Wayne: |_)!!
Wayne hid behind a protruding rock, looking at the new species of devil surrounded by black fog and having a pair of pitch-black wings, and exclaimed that he had learned something new.

"It turns out that hell doesn't just have devils, there are also fallen angels..."

“This thing really exists in this world!”

Wayne muttered to himself, staring at the cross heavy sword held up by the devil. It had a white background with gold patterns and sharp blades on both sides. It looked mighty and domineering, worthy of only a strong man. It was clearly the fruit knife he had lost for many years.

"Good people are rewarded. We are all surnamed Lao. God really favors honest people like me..."

"I won't be polite today!"

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