Restarting the myth.

Chapter 337 This Face Can't Be an Undercover
Ford Town.

The black car stopped at the headquarters of the Holy Temple.

After a night of fighting, the Templar headquarters was reduced to ruins, the ground of the chicken farm collapsed, and looking down from a high place, one could see a huge pit that went straight to the ground a hundred meters deep.

The police station deployed a large number of manpower to maintain order at the scene, set up a cordon, and prohibited onlookers and reporters from approaching.

The more it is banned, the more popular it becomes!

The entire area around the temple was crowded with people who came to watch the fun. Some people described the battle between angels and demons in vivid detail, and some people were selling beer and drinks in the front row. As the rumors became more and more outrageous, the citizens of Durin got wind of it and came to see the holy relics.

Back and forth, the whole town's shit was dragged up.

In fact, when Mona was clearing out the Templar Cult, there were no witnesses around and the townspeople had gone to bed early. By the time they heard the noise and ran out of their homes, Wayne and Mona had already driven away.

The reason why the rumor of angels fighting against demons spread was purely because the local Heavenly Father Church secretly made efforts to create rumors and take advantage of the opportunity to reap profits.

Because of this outrageous operation, many conspiracy theories against the Church of the Heavenly Father have emerged. The Templars will be in the front, and when the market is fully mature, the Church of the Heavenly Father will come forward and step on the corpse of the Templars' "devil" to seize the entire market in one go.

This is what a market economy is like!

This kind of rumor is just for listening. It may be credible in other places. It is indeed the operation of the Holy See of God. For example, in London, this method can be used because of the scarcity of believers. It is completely unnecessary for the Republic of Ireland.

In fact, the believers recruited by the Templars have no faith at all, and they only pretend to believe for the sake of free eggs.

The Father's Church has a deep mass base in the Republic of Ireland. It will not make mistakes without manipulation. It can maintain its ruling power by honestly following the procedures. However, its outrageous operations such as persecuting the Holy Templar Church will only bring trouble.

That's not necessary.

"Your version is outdated. It's not just one angel, but several. I came from Turin, and there was also a battle between angels and demons in St. Patrick's Cathedral over there last night..." Wayne squeezed into the crowd, taking the opportunity to hone his rumor-mongering skills.

It is always good to have many skills. This trick is very useful against Austin.

"My dear brother, did St. Patrick's Cathedral really explode?"

"How can I lie to you? I was at the scene and saw it with my own eyes. It was gone with a bang. There was a huge mushroom cloud..."

Wayne vividly described what happened at that time. The plot was full of ups and downs, and the continuous reversals were unexpected, which soon attracted a large group of spectators.

"Boss, it's time to get down to business."

Mona grabbed Wayne's arm, sealed it, and easily dragged him out of the crowd.

"Don't leave yet. I'll tell you the rest after dinner. It's still in this place."

Wayne waved goodbye to the crowd, looked at Mona with dissatisfaction, and complained: "You told me to go find the devil, I did, and then you asked me to do my job. Who is the boss between us?"

"Boss, I'm just making a suggestion." Mona tightened her arms and increased the strength of the seal.

"Tsk, you weren't like this last night..."

When talking about last night, Wayne couldn't help but look strange. Mona was very good at playing the role of an angel, unruly and cold as ice, especially when Chris held her hands, her struggle was particularly fierce.

If you don’t know, you’d think she hates it!

Of course, he also played the devil well.

Noticing Wayne's strange look, Mona blushed slightly and turned her head to look away, not meeting his gaze. Although the process was terrible, the result was good. She was freed from the situation where she was at the mercy of her memory and felt like she had found herself again.

Wayne thought this tune was very novel, and he decided to act like this from now on. This was exactly what Mona wanted, and she found a suitable excuse for herself. She could use this excuse to explain the cold and disgusted expressions she showed when she applauded in the future.

One got romance, the other got himself, and they both have a bright future.

Wayne took Mona for a stroll in Ford Town. According to Mona, Wayne had a physique that could attract demons. As long as he was diligent enough, he would run into a devil once out of ten times when he went out on the street.

"We usually call this survivor bias. Just because I've encountered many demons doesn't mean there's something wrong with my constitution."

The two walked into a restaurant, ordered some local snacks, and heard other people in the restaurant complain that all the eggs at home were rotten and that the Holy Temple Church might indeed be a cult.

The two of them had a simple meal, and then continued to wander around Ford Town. It was already past tea time, and they didn't see a single devil.

"What did I say? I don't have the physique to attract demons, and there is no evil god who has returned from Ford Town." Wayne clapped his hands and prepared to go home to see if the clergy of St. Patrick's Cathedral had found any reliable information.

"Boss, I think you should go to the chicken farm."

Mona looked ahead at the blocked ruins of the Templar headquarters, a ray of golden light flashing in her eyes: "Since we are here anyway, why not go in and take a look? What if we run into the evil god who has returned?"

Her sealing technique was very oppressive, and Wayne had no choice but to follow the direction of friction and walk towards the ruins.

The area was under martial law. In addition to the police, there were several clergymen, including Harrington. Upon seeing Wayne and Mona arrive, he immediately greeted them respectfully.

"You two, are you here again?"

Harrington was a little resentful and blamed the two men for running too fast, causing him to be surrounded by onlookers and having been busy all night without a rest.

The point is not running too fast, the point is not taking him with you.

"Aren't you that so-and-so? I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Wayne shook Harrington's hand and said, "I'm glad you're here. I still have some things to investigate. Ask your people to evacuate the people as soon as possible. This place is very dangerous. There is a risk that the evil spirits have not been cleared out yet."

Harrington nodded seriously, knowing that Wayne and Mona were not simple people. He decisively summoned the clergy around him and used magic to disperse the crowd.

"By the way, I don't know your names yet..."

When Harrington finished his work, he turned around and found that Wayne and Mona were gone.

"Just tell me a name so as not to delay your investigation!"

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The chicken farm of the Temple Church is far smaller than that of the Geocentric Church, but the source of eggs and the layout of the underground maze are exactly the same as those of the Geocentric Church, as if they were taught by the same teacher.

Or maybe, the Geocentric Church was just an early pilot project, and several newly emerging cults such as the Holy Temple were copying it.

"You copied the wrong answers, you deserve to never achieve anything great."

Mona used earth magic to clear a passage in the collapsed underground maze, and according to her memory at the time, she found the location of the statue of the evil god.

Mind capture, looking for missing clues.

Wayne grabbed the wind and sniffed, then followed the scent of the void to dig out the melted remains of the statue from the ruins. After being refined by the Holy Fire, the gold nugget felt heavy and safe.

“It can barely be considered a gift from nature.”

A little bit of gold couldn't make Wayne smile. He held the remains of the statue in his hand, felt the polluting power of the void, and waved to Mona beside him.

"The statue also has the ability to pollute the outside world. I have a plan that may work."

Wayne briefly described his plan, which was the same old routine. He pretended to be corrupted by the evil god in order to infiltrate the enemy and obtain intelligence.

"Boss, do you need me to play the role of a captured nun to consolidate your image as a devil's minion?" Mona smiled and thought of her past self.

At that time, she would blush for several days if she was patted on the butt. She looked very pure.

"It can be arranged. We'll see how the situation develops..."

Wayne waved his hand to ask Mona to stay away, recalled the white robes of the Templars, and reshaped matter with his mind, putting on a similar robe.

Mona left the center of the underground palace, restrained her breath and became invisible. She knew almost all of Wayne's secrets and was not worried that he would be contaminated by the Void Evil God.

If the evil god has any idea, it is hard to say who will pollute whom!

Wayne held the gold nugget in his hand, and his mind simulated the information above. His body changed accordingly. One arm turned into a pale tentacle, and protruding meridians ran under the skin, crawling along his shoulders like earthworms to his chest and neck.

"what!"

Wayne opened his mouth and snorted, cleared his throat, and then let out a series of screams.

“Ahhhh————”

After a while, Wayne's body mutated extensively. At first it was somewhat humanoid, but later it was completely shapeless. It was a ball of mud with dancing tentacles, and each tentacle was equipped with flaming red lips.

The red lips slightly opened, perhaps human eyeballs, or two rows of white teeth.

Amid the sound of pain, a thought descended from the void along the statue, and a vague voice entered Wayne's ears.

"My people, are you calling me?"

"You, who are you... I am in so much pain, no, I gradually understand everything..."

"My people, I am God the Lord of the Temple, your Lord in heaven, the Lord you serve all your life."

The voice of the Cathedral God gradually became more majestic. He watched Wayne's changes with joy. He could feel that this body had great potential and might be the carrier of his coming. So he said, "My people, my children, say your name before the faith."

"Boo, Bruce."

"Bubrus, there is no need to struggle, and do not be confused. This knowledge is a reward for you. If you master this knowledge, you will gain extraordinary abilities and eternal life. You are the angel of the temple and my messenger walking on earth."

The Lord of the Temple increased his thought output. In order to ensure that the container of descent would be more perfect, he reshaped the gold into a statue and opened an elemental space to Wayne in order to speed up the evolution.

Eat more, so you can cut the leeks when you are full.

The operation of the Temple God was exactly the same as that of the former Lord of the Void, and his self-confidence was also overflowing. He opened the four elements space he had stored and let Wayne in.

This operation seems outrageous at first glance, and has a kind of naivety that is inexperienced in the world.

In fact, it was caused by poor intelligence. The Templar God could not see through Wayne's life essence. He only saw that Wayne was contaminated by him and completely turned into his shape.

In this case, the Lord of the Holy Temple has the power of life and death over Wayne, and can even descend to take over his body at any time. What's wrong with giving him some four elements? Can a little chicken eat up the rice mountain? What a poor four-element space. You, the evil god, are not doing well. You are worse than the Lord of the Void.

Wayne secretly thought it was bad luck that the pay was too low and not worthy of his excellent acting skills. The Book of Greed was too lazy to even open his mouth.

He thought and communicated with the church God, and said devoutly: "My Lord in heaven, your people Bubulus are willing to offer eternal loyalty to you, so what should I do for you?"

Get on the road!

The Lord of the Cathedral was very satisfied with his ability to pollute. He did not doubt Wayne's loyalty at all. He said slowly: "In the treasury of St. Patrick's Cathedral, there is a Holy Grail containing the blood of God. I grant you the ability to parasitize others. Go and steal the Holy Grail. I will tell you where to send it later."

"Please rest assured that I will complete the task."

"Go, the sooner the better."

With the help of the Catholic Church, Wayne was able to reshape his body and return to his original human form. He placed the statue in his chest and called Mona to return to St. Patrick's Cathedral.

"Boss, you really have the physique to attract demons!"

"Stop talking nonsense. It was you who brought me here. You are the one who attracted the devil." Wayne rolled his eyes.

Mona looked at Wayne and nodded in agreement, saying that it was not wrong to say that she attracted the devil.

Wayne knew what Mona was thinking, it was nothing more than role-playing, and complained: "My skills are rusty. After the evil god reminded me, I remembered that the church has a warehouse. St. Patrick's Cathedral has a high status. There must be a lot of good things in the warehouse at home."

Mona's mouth twitched slightly. If nothing unexpected happened, the cathedral would be invaded by demons today and the treasury would be looted.

……

"Mr. Envoy, this is the holy sword of the former leader of the Guardian Knights. It cannot be taken away by the devil. Please think twice!"

"This scepter won't work either. They are all holy objects and are of great significance to the Holy See."

In the cathedral warehouse, several white-bearded old men grabbed Wayne's sleeves and gently reminded him that it was enough. It was okay for the warehouse to be robbed, as everyone would have a fire during the holidays, but it was too much to burn the warehouse to a shell.

Wayne decided to quit while he was ahead, not caring what the white-bearded old men thought. He had a good reason: "It's not that I want these things, but the devil specifically asked for them. You are sad, and so am I. But as an undercover agent, there are times when you can't help yourself... That robe is nice, the devil specifically asked for it."

I think you are the devil!
Several white-bearded old men could no longer bear it, and one of them said, "Sir Messenger, we handed in everything we should have handed in yesterday. If the devil takes it down again, we will be in trouble again."

"It's true. You guys failed to protect the cathedral, allowing the devil to enter and exit freely and steal a large number of treasures. You are responsible. I will report this matter to His Holiness the Pope." Wayne said impartially.

"..."xN
"Don't worry, I'm just talking. I won't make things difficult for you. Why do you think I kept Hodgson here? Is it really just to prevent alerting the enemy?" Wayne sneered three times.

The white-bearded old men suddenly realized the solution, felt relieved without the pot, and began to praise it.

"Your Excellency the Envoy is great!"

"Long-term vision, ingenious ideas, and tough."

"High and hard!"

Wayne was of the same kind as Pei Yu, and had nothing to say to this group of insects. He threw a bunch of valuable or mysterious treasures into his personal space like shopping in a supermarket, and soon arrived in front of the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail sounds very sacred, but it is actually just an ancient wine glass. Because of the extraordinary status of its user, and the gems and other objects added by later generations, it looks very noble and classy.

Rounding it off, it is roughly equivalent to a wine glass used by the idol, and its market price has become incredibly expensive due to the hype of the idol-licking dogs.

The wine glass that the Catholic priest in the temple specifically requested was made entirely of gold. The wall of the glass was thick and smooth, and the lines were flowing with golden luster, as if liquid sunlight was solidified in it. When it was gently tapped, it would emit a melodious and deep echo.

It is the sound of gold.

"Is there any legend about this wine glass?" Wayne weighed the Holy Grail in his hand.

"Mr. Messenger, this is the holy relic of St. Patrick, who spread the glory of the Father to Ireland and is a saint."

An old man with a white beard explained the history of the construction of St. Patrick's Cathedral. The Holy Grail was once used by St. Patrick and is the most precious treasure of the cathedral.

"The devil said that the Holy Grail once contained the blood of God..."

"Maybe it's the blood of St. Patrick." said the old man with white beard. That history can no longer be traced, and they don't know either.

Wayne looked around and picked out a few utensils similar to the Holy Grail and packed them up to take away. He checked and found nothing special about the Holy Grail. It was just an ordinary golden wine glass. What the devil wanted was not the Holy Grail, but the blood stains left in it.

……

"Saint Patrick should be an angel who has descended to the sky. Why would the devil be looking for the blood of an angel?" As the black car drove towards the outskirts of Turin, Wayne sat in the passenger seat with suspicion.

The Holy Grail and vessels similar to the Holy Grail were placed on the back seat. He didn't know which one was the Holy Grail that the devil needed, so he just brought them all.

"Boss, according to the scriptures of the Vatican, the entrance to hell is sealed by heaven, and the devil cannot enter or leave the human world freely, not even with his thoughts. The blood of angels or devils in the human world may help the devil open a passage into the human world. This may be the reason." Mona said while driving.

"You really know a lot."

"I'm just speculating."

Mona is a professional nun who has been studying faith professionally for thirty years. Her reasoning may not be completely correct, but it is definitely more reliable than that of a layman like Wayne. Wayne did not think much about it. The most urgent task was to find these demons and shoot them one by one.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in a deserted open space. There was no one around and it was very remote, far away from the road.

After successfully stealing the Holy Grail, Wayne contacted the Cathedral Catholic, who gave him a coordinate and said that someone was waiting there.

Mona pushed open the car door and got out. Wayne turned into a ball of tentacles and lay on her, pretending that the parasitism was successful. Through Mona, the pure nun, he sneaked into and stole the cathedral warehouse.

Mona arrived at the meeting place with a cold expression, with six tentacles floating on her body, each holding a vessel.

She herself was very repulsed by these tentacles, and deep in her heart she always felt defiled. However, as soon as the thought arose, it disappeared as she recalled the brutal battle last night.

The memory fragments are mixed with an arrogant personality, which constantly affects Mona's self. Mona gains true knowledge through practice and finds a way to fight against memory interference.

The effect was outstanding. That proud personality could not stand these turbid scenes. As soon as Mona mentioned it, the other party immediately stopped.

Swish!
A black fog surged up from the ground. In the fog, black poisonous snakes with scarlet tongues spit out coiled and twisted, and then turned into a figure in a black robe.

Wayne looked closely and saw a tentacle stretched out and opened his mouth to say, "Who are you? You are not my Faith, the Holy Temple Catholic."

The man in black robe is the human container of Smedley, the servant of the Lord of Jealousy... He hosts part of Smedley's thoughts and can be regarded as the devil Smedley himself.

His voice was cold and hissing like a venomous snake: "The Lord of the Temple cannot come to the human world for the time being. His power is too great. There is no channel in the human world that can support his coming, so he sent me to meet you."

Smedley subconsciously began to talk nonsense, out of work habit. After he finished speaking, he remembered that there was no need to waste time talking to a puppet, so he said bluntly: "Contact the Lord of the Temple, he will tell you everything."

The plan has been successful and everything is going smoothly. We can start closing in!

In order to open the gates of hell and let his master, the Lord of Jealousy, come to the world, Smedley took great pains and prepared several plans.

Plan No. 1 is plain and simple. It uses the simplest and crudest method of sacrifice to forcibly call the name of the Lord of Jealousy on the earth, so as to break the seal of heaven on hell.

This method is the simplest and consumes the most energy. When energy is extremely scarce, a large number of lives must be sacrificed.

Because the plan was exposed, they had to withdraw the Void Evil God and implement Plan No. 2 instead.

Smedley's original plan No. 2 had Hodgson as the executor, but the Papal envoy suddenly arrived, and out of caution he did not choose Hodgson, only using him as cannon fodder to attract fire, and instead looked for other executors.

While they were searching here, good news came from the temple: a little thief who didn't know his place had picked up the gold left by the statue, and he contaminated it into his own appearance.

Smedley felt that something was fishy and that it was too much of a coincidence, so he did not nod in agreement at the time. But now that he saw Wayne's appearance with his own eyes, he was convinced that the Catholic Church had not lied.

It's completely polluted and weird. This person can't be an undercover agent. He must be one of our own.

Steady!

Smedley imagined the future and saw the gates of hell opening, the territory of the Lord of Jealousy projected onto the human world, and the army of hell rushed in and turned the human world into a second hell.

His master gained powerful strength that surpassed the seven demon kings, unified hell and achieved supreme hegemony, and he also made great achievements and became his master's most trusted servant.

Wayne contacted the Catholic Church through the statue. The latter confirmed that the plan was successful and stopped acting on the spot. His powerful thoughts rushed out along the statue and drilled into Wayne's body.

"My people, I will give you the greatest reward for your loyalty. You will become one with the faith and become a part of me." The Lord of the Temple laughed strangely, and at the same time as his thoughts arrived, he also moved the four elements space over and began to transform the new body.

The potential is good, but the strength is insufficient, so I will strengthen it first.

A large amount of the four elements poured in, and Wayne's screams and the laughter of the Holy Church merged together. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was laughing and who was screaming.

Smedley watched this scene coldly. Wayne was a foolish man chosen by the Holy Lord of the Temple, who dreamed of reaching the sky in one step. The Holy Lord of the Temple and other evil gods of the void were also foolish people chosen by the Lord of Jealousy.

There is no love without reason in the world. Making a deal with the devil will only result in betrayal!
"I'm ready, let's get started!"

After a moment, Wayne's pale tentacle body squirmed and made the voice of the Holy Templar. He didn't know much about this Void Evil God. He only knew that he tasted like chicken, was crispy, and had a very high protein content. In order to show the demeanor of the evil god, his tentacles wrapped around Mona's body and wrapped her tightly.

"Murphy, you are fine now, the others haven't come yet!"

Smedley sneered, too lazy to expose the Templar's intention of keeping the whole thing to himself. He waved his hand, and several holy grails hanging on Wayne's tentacles flew towards him.

Smedley picked and chose, and soon found the real holy grail that once held the blood of God. A look of joy appeared on his face, and the moment he touched the blood of God, an inverted pentagram array surrounded by black smoke spread out under his feet.

Smedley's thoughts flew, his strength continued to rise, and he muttered something, contacting the void to open a passage, allowing several void evil gods to return to the world.

"Now, let us welcome the great master of jealousy to the world..."

With Smedley as the center, a group of twisted monsters in black robes danced their tentacles, among which Wayne was the most twisted.

Mona's entire body was wrapped in tentacles. She suppressed her nausea and sent a telepathic message to ask if they should take action now.

"If they can come, they can leave. Wait until the thoughts of the poisonous snake in the middle arrive, and then kill them and eliminate all future troubles!"

Don’t worry, play with them first!
(End of this chapter)