Restarting the myth.

Chapter 336: Working in the Light and Serving the Darkness
St. Patrick's Cathedral.

The ruined cathedral has lost all of its former sacred and solemn atmosphere. If it was destroyed only because of fighting, it would be fine as the foundation is still there. The fighting between Mona and Umr was very restrained and it wouldn't cost much to build a new one or renovate it.

The one who ruined the atmosphere was Wayne, who held on to a golden rule Bible, worked hard for the light, served the darkness, and was more capitalist than the devil.

Inside the cathedral, a group of clergymen lined up in a long queue, listening to the roar coming from the front, all of them were terrified and had bitter looks on their faces.

It's over. The archbishop is a minion of the devil. The envoys from the Papal States came to inspect and were slandered by them again. It will be difficult to end this matter today.

Several white-bearded old men were lined up at the front, all of them were gold mages. The strongest legendary mage was the leader of the Guardian Knights.

"Big……"

"What's bigger?"

"I mean your Excellency."

"What kind of people?"

"Your Excellency the Envoy of the Papal States."

"Haha, you still know that I am an envoy. How did you scold me just now? Ah, why don't you say anything? You are full of foul language, and you are still using clergy. You have brought shame to the Holy See."

Wayne has been successful in clearing out the inner circle recently and is very good at pretending to be a leader.

To be a leader, you don’t have to have a loud voice, be tall and imposing, or be very handsome. That is just the wishful thinking of the citizens of Xingdou.

The key to leadership lies in tone, three parts yang, four parts yin, and ninety-three parts moodiness.

In short, the Papal State is the boss, and you, a bunch of country cadres, are whatever he says you are, and you have to obey him even if you don't want to.

Wayne sneered at the white-bearded old men in front of him. He felt that he had given them face, so he raised his chin slightly and poked his nose forward: "Hodgson is a minion of the jealous devil. He recruited a group of fallen evil gods in the void. He wants to sacrifice the entire Republic of Ireland, open the gate of hell and release the evil devil..."

"As high-ranking officials of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the Vatican has poured countless resources into training you, but in the end, one by one, you all became accomplices of the devil. How can the Pope face God in heaven?"

"Mr. Envoy, you can't say that. Hodgson has always been authoritarian and has a hand in everything, big or small. We don't know..."

"Shut up, you dare to quibble!"

Wayne kicked the medium-rare meat at his feet and scolded, "Hodgson has already said that you are all accomplices. There is no good person in the entire St. Patrick's Cathedral except me."

Everyone was trembling with fear. An old man with a white beard said, "Mr. Envoy, Hodgson knew he was doomed, so he dragged us into this. You are far-sighted and must know that we are innocent."

"Haha, now you know that I was farsighted. What did you do earlier?"

Wayne started to curse, scolding the group of people so much that they dared not raise their heads. He slowed down and said angrily, "In the entire St. Patrick's Cathedral, no one has discovered that Hodgson is a minion of the devil. You are sorry for the Pope, and even more sorry for the Father in Heaven."

"Mr. Envoy, we are willing to accept the punishment. We only ask that you say a few good words to the Pope."

"What kind words are you saying? Are you going to tell His Holiness how incompetent you are?"

"Mr. Envoy, can you please have a word with me?"

"What's the point of all this fussing? Just say it in front of everyone. I'm telling you, I don't tolerate bribery. Don't think you can buy me off with money or sex. It's impossible."

Wayne was strong and young, so he was quickly dragged into a corner by several white-bearded old men.

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"I can see that you guys are innocent!"

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"I see, that's understandable indeed!"

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"Hiss, hiss, no wonder I received an anonymous report letter and my investigation went smoothly. It turns out that you guys helped me secretly."

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"Loyalty! The Pope will definitely reward you."

The effect of example is powerful. With a few white-bearded old men setting an example, later generations followed suit and donated their meager family assets to prove their devout faith, their hatred of the devil, and their loyalty to the Papal State.

Soon, everyone became a hero and they all contributed to the plan to destroy the devil.

Of course, there were a few exceptions. Some people thought that because they liked little boys, they believed that the envoys of the Papal States also liked little boys. They were caught on the spot and beaten half to death, and became Hodgson's accomplices.

The evidence is conclusive and no overturning of the verdict is allowed!

"Polly, remember you owe me the deeds to the three mansions. Don't forget to bring them over tomorrow."

"It should, it should."

"Bart, forget about your daughter. She is a married woman after all. But your granddaughter is at a growing age. Remember to send her here tomorrow. I will check her out."

"You are very generous."

"And Taylor, your family actually owns a shipyard. I didn't realize you were a noble."

"I've fallen on hard times and have long wanted to sell the shipyard, but I haven't found a suitable buyer. The envoy has helped me a lot."

“Hahaha————”
There was a joyful atmosphere in the church. The envoys of the Papal States mingled with the rural cadres, and the cadres were so moved that they dared not move.

There were two expressionless faces standing at the church door.

Mona and Umr.

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It cannot be said that they had no expression on their faces, they just didn't know what expression to use at this time.

Umr's eyes twitched slightly. She couldn't understand why the Church had become like this. She whispered, "Archangel, is this really okay?"

"Don't worry about it. He is very good and has a special physique that attracts demons. This is very important to me."

Mona commented seriously, and then said: "Don't call me the Archangel. My name is Mona Hawthorne, and my angel master Wayne is the Archangel."

Archangel, do you find yourself a little fallen?
Umr sighed in his heart, not daring to comment further. The archangel seemed to have come to the world to carry out an important mission, which was related to the devil in hell.

Her level was not high enough to know the details of the mission, so she didn't ask.

In order to reshape the glorious image of the archangel in his mind and constantly remind himself that the archangel is not afraid of sacrifice, he made a series of absurd moves in order to hide his identity.

That's right, that's it!
She's fine.

Then I saw Wayne patting his butt.

She's not well again.

Umr lowered his head and acted obediently, too timid to act like a high and cold angel. Wayne took in this scene and thought to himself that the arrogant altar was indeed not simple. It not only deceived the Golden Rule Bible, but also the real angels.

"Mona, is everything done?"

"No, none at all."

Mona shook her head slightly and said solemnly, "Several sects have been deserted, the statues of the evil gods and the giant star beasts have all disappeared, and only the polluted fanatics are still there, and they are all insignificant little characters."

Mona reported the results of the search and hunt, which were very unsatisfactory. The evil god was not only cautious, but also had a very powerful intelligence network. He returned to the void as soon as possible. She and Umr only destroyed the headquarters of several sects and did not encounter any evil god.

The good news is that because the star beast has withdrawn, all the eggs that have not yet hatched have rotted.

"Angel, given your understanding of the devil, will they give up?" Wayne asked Umr.

He did not ask for the other party's name. The real names of angels and demons have great significance in heaven and hell. Believers can use them to perform faith magic and will not easily disclose them to outsiders.

Wayne knew that he was not an archangel, so in order to avoid trouble, he only called the other party an angel.

Umr said expressionlessly: "The devil will not stop until they achieve their goal, especially the seven devil kings. Since the jealous devil is ready to open the gate of hell, he will not stop until he is completely defeated."

Mona followed up, “Boss, maybe the devil has other plans.”

"I think so too……"

Wayne asked the experts for their opinions, and they shared his own opinion. He firmly believed that the devil still had Flutter B. If he was brave enough, he would have CDEFG.

He picked up the map and looked at it again, frowning and saying, "I will ask them to inform the Papal States that the location where the gate to hell opens cannot be limited to the Republic of Ireland. Any country is possible."

"Boss, can we get more information from Hodgson? Could it be that he passed on the secrets to the evil gods?" Mona asked.

"He doesn't know much, and the devil doesn't trust him..."

Wayne thought about it, raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe we can try to lure out those evil gods and the jealous familiars through him."

Mona nodded repeatedly when she heard this, and through her mind she praised Wayne a few words.

Wayne grinned, reciprocated, and patted his butt.

Ummr: (_)
Archangel, why don’t I leave first? My chest hurts.

Wayne dragged the medium-rare man out, slapped him on the back of the head, and used his mind to communicate with the jealous familiar to find a way to trick him out.

Hodgson was polluted, and his faith changed from God to jealousy, and then to Wayne. He obeyed his orders and the moment he received the order, his mind connected to a corner of the void and found the jealous demon hidden in the mysterious space.

There was golden light shining in Mona and Umr's eyes, and their thoughts followed the fluctuations of space, trying to find the specific location of that space.

The effect was average. One was severely weakened by the seal, and the other had limited ability. They groped along the telephone line but could not find the exact coordinates.

"Boss, this angel can find the devil's hiding place, but it will take a long time. Let Hodgson talk for a while." Mona whispered.

What a great angel!

Upon hearing this, Wayne couldn't help but look at Umr with a higher regard. She was ordinary, which was consistent with the genderless physiological characteristics of angels.

He asked Hodgson to argue with the jealous Mordor as much as possible, and to ensure the duration of the call even if he could not trick the other party. At the same time, he learned Umr's thought tracing, using his own thinking to capture spatial fluctuations, and try to find the location of the evil god and the devil.

Ordinary golden mages can't do this, and neither can golden mages like Sphy who can challenge higher levels. Wayne relies on his exaggerated thinking attributes to capture spatial fluctuations and go all the way up along the telephone line.

Then he discovered three waves of thought.

Hodgson, Umr, and Mona.

Wayne was surprised at how fast Mona was evolving. Ever since she got the divine blood of St. George, her abilities had been improving steadily every day, especially her thinking strength. If she didn't suppress herself a little, she would catch up with him.

Wayne suddenly remembered the strange balance in Mona's body. He did not see the golden triangle. Life, emptiness and I were complete as one, reaching another state of balance.

This might be what is called a demigod!

Wayne took note of this as a practical example and prepared to go back and study it carefully.

He was by Mona's side when she evolved, and his mind recorded all the data. As long as he confirmed that this was the realm of demigod, his future would be much easier.

Maybe it will be possible to overtake others by relying on its powerful three-dimensional properties!

"Wonderful!"

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Mysterious space.

Dark clouds rolled up in a whirlpool, covering the four directions like a sky curtain. The vast land had no end, and the undulating mountains occasionally glowed with fluorescence. Blue Ridge Parasite.

The gigantic star beast was lying dormant on the earth, breathing steadily as if it had fallen into a long sleep. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be missing a tentacle and was slowly growing and healing itself.

In a corner of the mysterious space, several pale and twisted figures covered in black robes were discussing today's events.

"Don't make a fuss. The chess piece I planted in the Heavenly Father Church has responded."

The black-robed leader, Smedley, a minion of the Seven Demon Lords of Hell and the Lord of Jealousy, opened his eyes, a fishy yellow light swirled around him, and he started talking to Hodgson.

"So, has your identity been exposed? Who is targeting us?"

"He's an envoy from the Papal States. You've gone too far. Even though I tried my best to suppress the news, the Papal States still got wind of it." Hodgson said angrily.

"That's normal. I've said before that it's the God's Chosen Continent. It's impossible to hide it from the Papal States. You should have been prepared."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. The envoy of the Papal States may have already suspected me. I don't think my explanation will have much effect."

Hodgson continued, "In order to prove my innocence and so that you can find your contact, I asked the angels to purge several sects. They were not arrested, right?"

"There is a little loss, and the previous preparations are no longer useful."

"Then what should we do? Can't the jealous master come? What about the gate of hell?" Hodgson spoke anxiously. If faith cannot come, he will be the first to disagree.

"Don't get excited. Just because the previous preparations were useless doesn't mean I only made one preparation."

Smedley spoke in a gloomy tone, "The plan is crucial. Just in case, you should find a way to delay the people from the Papal State."

"It's difficult. They have already contacted the Papal States, and I can't stop them."

"You can't even do this, you... Never mind, I will speed up the process, the gates of hell will definitely open, and our great master will come to the world."

"In the new plan, where does the gate to hell open?"

"Still in the Republic of Ireland."

"To be more specific, the moment the Master of Jealousy arrives, I must worship him on the spot."

"Oh, you're anxious again."

"Damn, that's not funny!"

"Hodgson, I still need to make arrangements for the specific location and will inform you later. You should find a way to delay the Papal States. This is the only thing you can do."

Hodgson wanted to ask more, but Smedley cut off the connection, and now he couldn't even find the location of the mysterious space.

The camera returns to St. Patrick's Cathedral. Wayne learns everything from Hodgson's thoughts and says helplessly: "The good news is that the location where the gate to hell opens has been determined. It is in the Republic of Ireland. The bad news is that the target is too large to be accurately located, and whether the devil really believes in Hodgson is still a question mark."

Mona and Umr remained silent. Neither of them had found the exact location of the mysterious space, only a general direction.

But the mysterious space is drifting in the void, and its position is changing all the time. Looking for it in that direction will only alert the enemy.

"Continue investigating. There's no way such a big commotion at the Gate of Hell would have happened without any prelude..."

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That night, Wayne moved his luggage into St. Patrick's Cathedral and was reading the outline of a female student's cool novel in the room.

Chris had been busy all day and had only created half of the outline. Seeing Wayne holding the outline in silence for a long time, she asked nervously, "How is it? Is there anything you want to modify?"

No need to modify it, it's easier to just throw it away.

Wayne thought to himself that Chris had no talent for writing. It was fine for her to write as a hobby for her own entertainment, but there was no need for her to write a book and publish it.

It's not that there's something wrong with her, it's just that she's rotten in every aspect, so uniformly that Wayne can't find any fault with her.

"Senior, I still think you're better at romance novels."

"No way?" Chris looked gloomy.

Wayne held her hand and asked the female student to sit on his lap: "It's not that you can't do it, but you are not good at it. As long as you find the right track, you will definitely succeed and become a great writer."

"But I'm not good at writing romance novels. My own love life is so confusing."

At this point, Chris rolled her eyes at Wayne. With her broken love life, she couldn't even find inspiration from herself.

"It doesn't matter. Think about it, if I were the protagonist, readers might like it." Wayne gave a thumbs up with a bit of pride on his face.

Chris spat lightly. The reason why the scumbag was so stable and hadn't fallen yet was not because he was so powerful, but because he met someone who was willing to be deceived by him.

Take herself for example. She once promised that even if Wayne was a devil, she would always love him.

Wayne did not disappoint her, his unsightly operation was quite devilish.

Wayne hopes that Chris will write a biography based on him, with the protagonist being a young nobleman from the upper class. She will also add some magical elements as appropriate. As long as it's cool enough, it will sell well.

Chris was unwilling to do so. If she were asked to write the story, she would think that this young nobleman would be faithful to one person and his character would go astray as she wrote.

"Okay, let me revise the outline for you. The protagonist in the first half is too miserable. It can be suppressed, but not too harshly, otherwise the happy story will turn into a story of tormenting the protagonist, and readers will have no motivation to continue reading..."

"Look here, just show how miserable he is. And the part in prison must heighten the readers' expectations and make them eager to see his revenge..."

Inside the house, Wayne was guiding Chris to revise the outline. He was writing almost all of it, so Chris came up with a pen name.

Outside the house, Mona sat on the sofa in a daze, recalling today's events and feeling like she was broken.

She received many strange memories. These memory fragments came with increasingly powerful force, which had a strong impact on her world view and even affected her reason and choices.

Like, she should be in the house right now, not sitting alone on the couch.

"Are these the memories of St. George? Why can't I tell them, and the master can't detect them..."

“If the memory keeps growing, will I still be me?”

Mona developed a serious rejection of her new memories. Several times she lost control and made choices based on her memories, which made her very scared. She was afraid that her personality would become increasingly cold and she would become more and more distant from Wayne.

Because of her strong resistance, the cross-shaped Eye of Judgment pattern on Mona's back slowly opened, forcing her to accept the change. After a struggle between the two sides, Mona gradually found it difficult to support herself. She gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and walked into the house, enduring the discomfort.

"Boss, I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Ah, now?"

Wayne tilted his head and noticed that Chris's muscles in his arms were tense, so he hugged her tightly, not giving her a chance to escape.

There is nothing to be shy about. We are all sisters.

"Boss, uh..."

Mona was a little embarrassed to speak, so she simply used her thoughts to transmit her feelings. She found a new tone, which was an all-round upgrade on her original disgusted expression.

Later, she played an angel who came to earth, arrogant and undisciplined, and Wayne played an evil devil, and then...

Since you are looking for excitement, just go for it to the end.

As expected of you, you are becoming more and more professional. What channels have you watched recently, classical martial arts or campus life?

This tune should be classical martial arts.

Wayne said that the tune was too advanced and not suitable for a pure love god like him, but since she was Mona, it didn't matter if he suffered a little grievance.

That night, Mona got what she wanted and suppressed her changes. The Eye of Judgment was frightened and stayed away, not daring to continue forcing her to accept the changes.

If you have something to say, just say it nicely. Don't play such a depraved game.

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The next day, Chris was writing furiously at her desk with a resentful look on her face. She was just a spectator last night and didn't even have a mouthful of millet porridge.

She wasn't greedy, she just felt left out.

The secretary is so annoying. We agreed to have give and take and a win-win situation, but now you are the only one standing there.

This puts you in the book.

Wayne got up early and came to the cathedral with a full heart.

Hodgson, who had 'made meritorious service while serving his sentence', was still the archbishop at this time and had not been dismissed or investigated. Following Wayne's orders, he would contact Smedley from time to time.

Smedley was a cautious and suspicious familiar. Hodgson tried twice but failed to find out the exact location of the Gate of Hell, so he didn't dare to ask too many questions.

"Boss, we can't rely on those clergy who only know how to make money to investigate. We should also take action." Mona advised.

"Although they are unreliable, they have strength in numbers. With such a large network, we are sure to gain something. We just need to wait for news." Wayne studied the map, gesturing the possibilities of the inverted pentagram one by one.

"Boss, is it possible that you might run into the devil just by taking a walk outside?" Mona said seriously.

"How is that possible? You make me sound like I'm a demon..."

Wayne was complaining when he realized that what Mona said made sense. Dragon Heart Island was quite remote, and the Blood Tyrant was blocked by him as soon as he arrived.

Not to mention the Thousand-Eyed Demon, he chased all the way from Jianhe County to Lundan, and was personally recruited by the Thousand-Eyed Demon even when walking at night.

"Do I really attract the devil?"

"Ah."

"Mona, that's so rude. At least hesitate for a moment."

Wayne muttered, stood up and patted his butt: "Then I'll listen to you, drive out for a stroll, I want to see how much of a devil I am."

"Boss, where are we going?"

"here."

Wayne raised his hand and pointed at the map, which happened to be the Templar headquarters that was destroyed yesterday. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You said I invited the devil, so let's go back the same way. If there are still evil gods in Ford Town, I will admit that you are right."

The stronghold that was just wiped out yesterday is now stationed with a team of clergymen and is guarded very tightly. It is impossible that the devil has gone back again just because it is darkest under the lamp, right?

It's so funny, it's impossible, how can there be such a stupid devil.

This is sure!

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(End of this chapter)