Restarting the myth.

Chapter 378 Dark Church Headquarters
"I can't be the high priest of the oracle. You know me. My journey is in the sea of ​​stars. Power will only limit my progress." Wayne shook his head.

“Will beauty not restrict your steps?” Senna chuckled.

"On the journey, there are always some beautiful views that make people linger, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Wayne is skilled in solving problems. If Senna wants to tie her up and do something crude, she can just say it directly. There is no need to be so tactful.

Senna explained: "The vacancy of a high priest of the oracle has made many people have ideas. I don't want to share the power. I want someone powerful to make them give up, so I chose you."

"Take a temporary job?"

"Yes, the titular high priest of the oracle."

"Then I'm fine."

Wayne nodded repeatedly. He had status and position, got paid but didn't have to take any responsibilities. This good job was perfect for a bug like him.

Moreover, Wayne really needed a high-profile identity: "Get it done as soon as possible. I will pay a friendly visit to the Dark Church as the High Priest of Oracle. You are responsible for making arrangements and finalizing the specific time."

"Do you miss that woman so much?" Senna was unhappy.

"No, the situation over there is a bit complicated. I want to go over and take a look."

It has been three months since Anastasia returned to the Dark Church. One of the two bodyguards who accompanied her was a capable fighter, while the other was a tough guy. They haven't found anything in such a long time, so they must have encountered some trouble.

If she were a little braver, Idnes would deliberately hold back, not wanting Anastasia to find out the truth.

Most of the problems of the natural church have been solved. Almost all the contradictions are concentrated in Prussia, involving the Gate of Hell. The crisis cannot be underestimated.

Wayne decided to go there in person, negotiate with the Dark Pope Ivan during the day and have a conversation with the Dark Saint Anastasia at night, in order to, on the one hand, resolve the hidden dangers of the Dark Church, and on the other hand, promote the three religions to join forces to besiege the powerful enemy Prussia.

Seeing that Senna still didn't believe it, Wayne packaged a few pictures and sent them to her, which calmed her down.

"The God of Storms and Thunder..."

"Sky Goddess..."

Senna frowned and looked at Wayne: "My goddess, your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. What is the way from the Vatican? Could it be an angel?"

Although the reasoning process was incorrect, the correct result was obtained.

Wayne smiled and said nothing, asking Senna to make arrangements quickly and do everything as soon as possible. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and always feels that things will be more troublesome if they are not done well.

Senna nodded, and just as she was about to stand up, she sat back down heavily, took out the elemental mantra and placed it in front of Wayne: "I don't need it now."

Having said that, his eyes were still lingering and reluctant.

"Leave it here with you. I don't need it, and neither does Mura."

Wayne shook his head and told Senna not to just focus on work, but to spend more time studying the elemental mantras and try to master them thoroughly. Even without the blessing of the elemental mantras, she could still cast dragon language magic at will.

By the way, teach these principles to him, and his students' students also want to get guidance through words and deeds.

The elemental mantra contains a huge amount of information, just like the philosopher's stone that Wayne gave to Senna. He obtained the information law but could not make good use of it, and could only swing it and throw it out.

Although it was powerful enough to still kill someone, he was not satisfied with the status quo and wanted to truly master this knowledge.

Thinking of this, the faces of Philomena and Anastasia appeared in Wayne's eyes. They were both excellent test-takers. He couldn't just let them move; he had to make them move.

The same goes for the sky goddess Salosiya. Even though she's a bit of a fool, she has a great talent for magic, so the information about storms and thunder depends on her.

Senna was delighted and took back the elemental truth. The more she looked at Wayne, the happier she felt. She had a sense of satisfaction from being pampered. She squinted her eyes and said, "I will arrange your itinerary. As the High Priest of the Oracle, you are going to the Dark Church. Remember to be more restrained outside and don't make any moves with the Dark Saint. If someone sees you, it will affect the reputation of the church."

How can it be called touching me? It's clearly challenging my weak spot.

"say something!"

"..."

"Humph!"

Seeing that Wayne remained silent and was intent on discrediting the Church, the Pope was furious. He lifted the hem of his robe and was about to teach the disobedient high priest a lesson.

She also wanted to challenge her weaknesses.

"You are crazy, you are the Pope!"

Wayne was frightened by Senna's madness when he tried to perform the gentlemanly etiquette in broad daylight and quickly held her down.

There are so many people here, I’ll kneel down for you when we get back to the house.

"You three, get out."

Senna looked down coldly: "This Pope needs to discuss church affairs with the High Priest of Oracle. These are not for you to listen to."

The deal didn't go through.

Wayne drove Senna away, scolded her for her audacity, and spanked her three times as punishment.

Because the deal didn't go through, the literary girl's face looked much better, but she was also more wary of Senna. The old witch had both status and beauty, and she could lose face and play with romance. She was more succubus than a succubus. She would definitely not be her opponent if she fought alone.

For a moment, the look he gave Regina was extremely eager.

Regina was so scared by being looked at that way that she suddenly thought of something and protected her sister tightly behind her: "I'm warning you, the boss has spoken, you are not allowed to act on your own."

Good position, it's you!

……

That night, Wayne wandered outside the Holy Maiden's Basilica, hanging around like a scooter, almost having the words "luminous script" written on his face.

Dusha didn't show up, and her brother Alex talked to Wayne for half an hour with a bitter face.

Looking at his expression of sacrifice, he was obviously prepared to stand together with the Windsor people.

Wayne left with satisfaction. As for Dusha's behavior of avoiding the plague god, she did not receive the same oracle as Anastasia.

This is good news.

Good news should be shared, so Wayne changed his message to express his condolences to the hard-working Pope.

There were too many people during the day, which made the Pope lose face. Now he knelt down, hoping that the Pope would forgive him and not make things difficult for him at work.

The Pope was still brooding over what happened during the day, so she put on her papal robe and trampled on Wayne's dignity.

----

Ten days later, July 3th.

Wayne was officially granted the position of High Priest of Oracle. Pope Senna personally conferred the title on him. Senior church officials were present, and the three High Priests of Oracle also expressed their friendly attitude towards their new colleague.

You can't be unfriendly, this guy is a natural knight.

On the day of the canonization, Wayne received the mission to visit the Dark Church for ten days. Pope Ivan of the Dark Church expressed his warm welcome in his reply letter.

You have to welcome him, he is the goddess's lover.

The itinerary is confirmed and we set off immediately.

Wayne traveled to the airport with light luggage, leaving Ottilia and Regina behind to stay with Pope Senna to further their studies and practice their secretarial skills.

It took a total of five hours, most of which was spent at the airport. The poor boarding environment made Wayne complain again. He was very upset about not having a luxurious private jet.

Worse is coming.

It is now mid-March. For the Ross Federation, spring has just begun. The ice and snow have not yet melted, and the temperature has only warmed up a little.

The earth is covered in silver, and the trees on both sides of the street are covered with crystal clear icicles. The red walls, golden roofs and white snow together compose the picture. The ancient buildings are matched with the snow scene, which has a unique flavor.

The locals could not understand Prussian, but on the contrary, they spoke Prussia very well.

The Franks could not envy this.

The streets of the Luoshi Federation were beautiful, but the cold wind was so strong that it seemed to freeze people's bones, which was very unfriendly to ordinary people. Pedestrians wrapped themselves tightly in heavy winter clothes, hunched their necks, and hurried on their way, fearing that they would be caught up by the cold behind them.

The cold is like a cold-blooded monarch, ruling over this vast land and exerting the most brutal despotic power.

Wayne is the oracle high priest of the Church of Nature. He arrived at the Roshi Federation as a church envoy, accompanied by more than 30 people. It was quite a scene.

To show respect, the Dark Church held a grand reception at the airport. Agents from the Rosch Federation could be vaguely seen around the airport, and the official authorities were paying close attention to the meeting between the two churches.

This is the God-chosen Continent. Although the Roshi Federation has red blood in its body, it still respects faith. For example, the Church of the Heavenly Father also has a certain status in this land.

In general, except for the Holy See of Heavenly Father, the other five mainstream churches are very low-key.

At least on the surface it's low-key.

The two most serious ones are the Church of Darkness and the Church of Death. The former is low-key in behavior and habits, and goes to the North and South Poles, where there are few people. The latter disappears collectively, and has no large bases, only scattered small gathering points. Its momentum depends entirely on the grassroots believers generating power for love.

The Dark Church has a Pope and a Saint, and has always maintained contact with the outside world. The Death Church has completely secluded itself from the world. The Pope and the Saint have not appeared in many years, and even the church headquarters has moved.

Currently out of contact.

The leader of the Dark Church who came to pick her up was also a high priest of the oracle named Varvara. She looked to be about 40 years old, still graceful in a black robe, and her mature feminine charm was extremely attractive.

Wayne was a little confused and didn't understand what Ivan meant by his arrangement. In Ivan's opinion, he should be the pretty boy of the Dark Goddess in the human world.

Arranging an older sister to pick up the leader's mistress at the airport is deliberately asking for trouble!
Wayne was full of doubts, and Varvara was also full of curiosity. Before coming, Ivan specifically instructed that Wayne's identity was extremely special and must be treated warmly.

Ivan's expression was very strange when he spoke, showing confusion, helplessness, disgust, anger, as well as a bit of respect and fear.

Seeing such complex expressions on one face at the same time, Varvara couldn't help but ask curiously, who is Wayne and why does the Pope treat him so carefully?

No satisfactory response was received.

Ivan felt bitter, but didn't dare to say it. Even when he saw the saint's daughter flirting with Wayne, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

He is so difficult!

"Mr. Wayne, welcome to your visit. The Pope is hosting a banquet at the headquarters. I hope you will enjoy your visit."

In the back seat of an imported luxury black sedan, Varvara looked at Wayne with a smile. He was ordinary and nothing special about him, nothing like what she had imagined before she came here.

It was a very ordinary young face, and I really didn't see anything special about it. So, where did Ivan's fear come from?

"Ms. Varvara, is there something on my face?"

"I'm sorry, I was rude. I didn't expect you to be so handsome."

"..."

Wayne had a strange look on his face. What a terrible dialogue. Could Varvara be a professional diplomat?
probably not.

Not to mention that the Dark Church is a legitimate church. Apart from the Dark Goddess at the top, the moral qualities of the Pope and the Saint are extremely high. With two role models in front, the people below will not grow up to be like those in the Natural Church.

Besides, Varvara is a legendary wizard with a high status and position, so there is no need to turn diplomacy into a humanistic feature.

Realizing that she had been somewhat rude, Varvara returned to normal and politely conveyed the welcome of the Dark Church and Pope Ivan's enthusiastic attitude.

Wayne responded with very official words. After exchanging some business praise, he changed the subject and said, "Ms. Varvara, how much do you know about the Saint of your church?"

"Why do you say that, Mr. Wayne?"

"To be honest, I am from Windsorland, from the Landau family. My father, Austin, is a very important figure in the whole of Windsor."

The Landau family!

Varvara's eyes flashed with a gleam, and she maintained an official smile and said, "It turned out to be Your Highness. I did not do my job well. Please forgive me for my negligence. The Dark Church will readjust the standards for the reception."

"No, I'm not a prince, and there is only one Queen at Windsor."

Really? I heard that the Queen became your father's lover. He lived in Buckingham Palace and made the Queen very crazy.

Seeing the fire flashing in Varvara's eyes, Wayne understood that she was a gossiper who loved to eat melons.

Wayne cleared his throat and stopped the topic from going off track in time, saying, "I have had the honor of meeting the Saint of your church several times in Lundan. She is not a talkative person. She only knows how to work hard. She is a dedicated Saint."

"Your Excellency the Saint is indeed such a person." Varvara nodded.

When she mentioned Anastasia, there was a hint of pride on her face. She had been taught by Anastasia when she was young, and she felt inferior to her because of her erudition. She respected this elegant elder sister very much.

Everyone is convinced that Anastasia is a saint, and no one thinks there is any family power involved just because she is the Pope's daughter.

"I know very little about the Saint of your church. She has cooperated with the Landau family to establish a Dark Church stronghold in Lundan. I very much welcome this, but I'm not sure about her ideas. Could Ms. Varvara give me some advice?" Wayne continued to ask.

The effect is very general, and we are off topic again.

Wayne felt like he had turned on a switch in Varvara, and she started to babble in praise of Anastasia, becoming a die-hard fan.

Varvara was an unqualified diplomat. She did not reveal a single detail about Anastasia's background and blurred the deeper meaning of the Dark Church's plan in Lendan.

She is a qualified diplomat, she talks a lot of nonsense.

Once the switch was turned on, it couldn't be turned off. Wayne rolled his eyes all the way until he arrived at the headquarters of the Dark Church, and then Varvara stopped.

If Wayne had not just arrived and had no idea how deep the waters of the Dark Church were, he would have gone straight to the point and asked where Anastasia was.

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Dark Church Headquarters.

Like the Church of Nature, it is located in a vast independent space, and its portal borders the Chosen Continent. Wayne guessed that this is also a philosopher's stone.

It's pretty good. When I meet Ivan, I ask him to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to play with it in the name of the goddess.

Return it after use and it is guaranteed to be 90% new.

The headquarters of the Church of Nature is located in a continuous mountain range, representing the demigod's understanding of nature. The mountains and forests are superficial external manifestations, and the inner truth needs to be interpreted by the Pope himself.

According to this logic, the headquarters of the Dark Church must be closely related to the darkness, just like the polar night of the frozen continent.

Just as Wayne thought, the headquarters of the Dark Church was hidden in the night.

As night fell, the last ray of light in the sky had long disappeared, and the moonlight had not yet risen. Deep and thick darkness enveloped the whole area.

In other words, darkness devours and drives out the light of the sun and moon.

This scene is so targeted that it can easily raise the blood pressure of believers in the Sun and Moonlight Churches.

Endless darkness enveloped the silent and tranquil Dead Sea. There was not a sound of wind. A broad suspended stone bridge opened from the front door, leading directly to an isolated island in the center of the Dead Sea.

The Dark Church headquarters is just above the isolated island.

The stone bridge is very long, and the island can be seen from afar as a blurry shadow, like a huge black hole, blending with the surrounding silence, foreshadowing that everyone who steps onto the bridge will be swallowed by the darkness.

Varvara did not let Wayne complete the entire journey. Instead, she walked about a hundred meters, gave a brief introduction to the beautiful scenery, and then took Wayne to the portal.

When he appeared again, he had reached the end of the stone bridge.

Wayne looked down and saw a dark abyss with a diameter of more than ten kilometers swallowing the surrounding sea water. An isolated island was quietly suspended above the abyss. There was no roaring sound of water. The black sea water rushed straight into the darkness at a high speed without splashing a single spot.

Every person standing by the bridge can't help but have the urge to jump off the bridge. The brief thought is frightening, which means...

Wayne was too lazy to make it up.

Whatever, just hurry up, either give him the Pope or the Saint, he just wants to find an acquaintance as soon as possible to ask for information.

The delegation continued forward and stepped onto the suspended island.

Unlike the dark outlines outside, Wayne passed through the forbidden barrier and saw two balls of light on the left and right of the sky.

The gold one represents the sun and the white one represents the moon.

He understood this. Darkness encompasses the sun and moonlight. This is the truth of the universe and the greatness of darkness.

The blood pressure of believers in the Sun and Moonlight churches rose again.

Wayne did not comment too much on the doctrine. In response to Varvara's self-praise, he said "um" and "ah" to indicate that it was all right.

He looked at the island shrouded in light. The forest was lush and green, divided by rivers. Birds chirped, insects chirped, and there were a few roars of wild beasts. It was no different from the nature outside.

A tall and solemn black building is located in it. The architectural style is heavy but not dark. Occasionally, there are rhythmic lights and shadows of magic circles, making the black colorful.

The environment is great, much better than the frozen continent.

Anastasia is a rich second-generation with a wealthy family. She has been living a life of luxury since childhood. She is definitely not the poor and shabby girl that Senna describes.

Growing up in such an environment, Anastasia did not develop the bad habit of laziness, but maintained her noble character, far surpassing the Dark Goddess by ten consecutive hairpin turns, which shows how outstanding she is.

Wayne nodded secretly, and the white moonlight in his heart became brighter.

The delegation walked up the stone steps, and along the way, they saw many dark-skinned elves, the men had cakes on, the women had lipstick, and they all had long legs and black robes.

Unlike the Church of Nature, members of the Church of Darkness prefer to live in elven form.

Stopping and walking along the way, Varvara introduced many famous attractions of the Dark Church, such as which pope planted a certain tree, which courtyard was the former residence of a certain legendary wizard, and where the Dark Saint bathed by a certain river.

The last one didn't.

Wayne was annoyed by what he heard and just made up the story in his imagination out of boredom.

Varvara had a very good attitude and was always friendly. Wayne wanted to urge her but didn't want to disturb her. He came on behalf of the Church of Nature, and it was an official meeting, so the proper etiquette was essential.

Two hours later, Wayne finally met one of the targets of this trip, Ivan, the Pope of the Dark Church.

At the same time, Varvara's charm, which still remained charming, was greatly reduced. The old aunt talked too much nonsense, and Wayne got a headache whenever she opened her mouth.

Unlike Anastasia, Wayne felt comfortable as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Your Holiness, it's our first meeting. I have heard of your great name for a long time and it's a great honor." Wayne took two steps forward and bowed.

The Alliance of Life and the Alliance of Black Death are not on good terms, but this is external. Under normal circumstances, the connections between churches have never been broken. Take a few God-chosen Knights as an example. They work together to complete missions and have a very good relationship!
"Mr. Wayne, it's an honor to see you here."

When Ivan first met Wayne, his attitude was indifferent and quite dignified, like a leader of a religion.

It was the first time the two men met, and they exchanged a few polite business compliments.

Then, Ivan introduced several important people around him, all of whom were high-ranking officials of the Dark Church and, like Varvara, were high priests of the oracle.

Wayne counted and found that with the same level of combat power, the Dark Church had six high oracle priests, which was far superior to the Nature Church.

"Mr. Wayne, you look very young. Excuse me, but do you really have the skills of a legendary wizard?"

A dissonant voice was heard from the crowd.

Wayne tilted his head and looked. It was a handsome middle-aged man with dark elf-like appearance. According to Ivan's introduction just now, he was a high priest of the oracle named Anton.

Anton looked at Wayne, a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes.

There was no other meaning. He and Wayne didn't know each other and had no grudges against each other. He deliberately provoked him because he was the disciple of the Dark Goddess and Wayne was the disciple of the Goddess of Nature.

That's it.

"Anton, you've gone too far. Mr. Wayne is a guest, and your behavior brings shame to the church." Ivan scolded with a stern face.

I was so panicked!
Anton, stop talking. The Pope calls you "big brother". This pretty boy has an extraordinary identity. He is not just a disciple of the goddess of nature.

To be more specific, Ivan didn't dare to say anything, and could only stare at Anton coldly, telling him to shut up and leave.

Anton was confused. Ivan's attitude was inexplicable and he looked at him in confusion.

Your Holiness, according to reason and procedure, we should have a friendly competition at this time, with the two religions' oracle high priests competing on the same stage, and the host country would win in the end with a slight advantage.

It has always been like this. Aren’t we going to stop doing it today?
Fuck you!
This guy molested my daughter, and I didn't dare say anything. If you want to do it, do it yourself, don't drag the entire Dark Church into it.

Wayne smiled slightly: "No problem, Mr. Anton is a quick-witted man, I also want to learn some dark magic from him."

Ivan: ()
Thousands of words turned into a cry of sympathy in my heart:

"Anton..."

(End of this chapter)