Restarting the myth.

Chapter 44: King of the Underground
The secret earth escape technique brought great anxiety to the woman, and under the pressure, she confessed almost everything.

She didn’t want to betray her husband, as well as the mayor, the bishop, the dentist, the firefighter, the courier, and several other male colleagues in the office.

Wayne: (_)
He has average looks but has so many lovers. I guess he must be a silver-tongued man and a good hooker.

"Who told you to say this? Answer me, where did you lock up the intruder?" Wayne asked coldly.

"In the Holy Gate, there is an underground prison. The bishop has imprisoned the intruders and plans to sacrifice these blasphemers to the great king of the underground tonight." The woman replied quickly.

"What is the Underworld King?"

"I, I don't know, it's, it's huge..."

An intense fear flashed across the woman's face. It was unknown what she recalled. She was trembling all over and became incoherent.

The Holy Gate is the tunnel leading to the underground world. The entrance of the tunnel is located in the town of Enroard. The investigation report of the two detectives marked the detailed location. It is very close to the headquarters of the Geocentric Church. It only takes fifteen minutes to walk there from the Government Hall.

Originally, there was an empty lot there. The Geocentric Church purchased the land to build a chicken farm. Halfway through the construction, a bishop suddenly discovered a large crack leading to the geocentric world. Everyone believed that it was the Lord of the Void appearing, responding to the devout prayers of the believers and pointing the way for these lost people.

Later, Professor Vincent of Geology and his professional team were invited to conduct a field investigation in Enrode Town.

The tunnel entrance, the Geocentric Church headquarters, and the government hall can be connected in a straight line.

The coincidental layout was no accident, it was most likely some special magic circle, which was very important information. Wayne kept it in mind and planned to rescue Isabella first and then pass the information to the other party.

One failure can be forgiven, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Wayne is willing to give Isabella another chance. The powerful magician recommended by the royal sister teacher is unlikely to fall into the same trap twice.

As for the lady embedded in the wall…

This was a woman who was very loyal to love. She confessed everything to maintain her innocence. Wayne was moved by her reserve and knocked her out with a knife.

He removed the dirt wall, dragged the woman to the next office, and locked her in a filing cabinet.

Wayne was helpless against the starfish-shaped tentacle monster in the corridor, so he tried to burn it with fire magic. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

The surface of the eight-legged starfish is sticky, just like marine life, and it looks juicy at first glance. However, it is more flammable than catkins. It burns to ashes instantly when it comes into contact with flames, leaving only a mass of black liquid on the wall.

Kind of like crude oil!
"Be thankful that there are no bald eagles in this world, otherwise every one of you would be labeled a terrorist."

Wayne dealt with the scene with difficulty. He couldn't leave no traces, but it was enough. He rushed to the chicken farm to rescue Isabella before the Geocentric Church noticed that the two female believers were missing.

Wayne lowered the brim of his hat and hurriedly left the government hall. He had a vague premonition that the bald old man saw through the white dove, but remained calm at the time and sent two female believers to confirm the situation.

Wayne prepared for the worst. He had been exposed. Time for rescue was tight and action had to be quick.

……

chicken farm.

Generally speaking, farms for raising broiler chickens and laying hens are built in the suburbs, as far away from towns as possible, but the Geocentric Cult has people in the town's government hall, and the mayor has become a loyal dog, so it is not surprising that the farms are built inside the town.

The gate was guarded by members of the Geocentric Cult. They were all wearing white hooded robes with rough fabric and many loose threads on the cuffs. They had a hemp rope tied around their waists. Their clothing style was very similar to that of ascetics.

Wayne did not rush in rashly, but stopped a Geocentric Church delivery truck at the corner of the street.

The driver in a robe poked his head out and said angrily, "Hey, mate, I'm busy hauling goods, you'd better have something to do, otherwise I'll make you have something to do."

"There is indeed something going on."

Wayne stretched out his fist, clenched his five fingers as if holding something, and said seriously: "I heard the voice of the Lord of the Void. He gave me a holy object and asked me to present it to the Bishop as soon as possible. I must not miss this sacred day."

Why didn’t you tell me earlier? It turns out he is one of us!

With a common belief, the driver's attitude was obviously much kinder. He leaned closer to Wayne's fist and said with bated breath, "What is this holy object? Can I see it? Please, just one look."

"certainly……"

Bang!
Wayne climbed into the driver's seat, put on the driver's white robe after a few rustlings, started the truck and drove straight to the chicken farm gate. The free eggs were in short supply, and the townspeople were enthusiastic. Many people pretended to have just arrived and lined up several times. This was the fifth time the truck driver had traveled back and forth between the rally site and the chicken farm. The Geocentric Cult member guarding the gate did not notice anything wrong and opened the door to let Wayne in successfully.

The truck stopped and the believers who had been prepared loaded baskets of eggs onto the truck. Wayne locked the door and took the initiative to join the team carrying the eggs.

"Hurry up, they are in a hurry over there."

He looks unfamiliar, but he is diligent and no one doubts his identity.

After a while, Wayne covered his stomach and said palely, "Damn it, where is the bathroom? I have a stomachache and I can't hold it any longer."

"Hou Li Crab, stay away from me..."

The Splatoons can only be viewed from a distance and not approached. The believers quickly pointed out the direction and told Wayne to go and come back quickly. In case the transportation of eggs was delayed and they were blamed from above, no one would be in good shape.

Wayne kept shouting that he was coming and ran all the way with the keys in his pocket. His funny appearance caused a burst of laughter and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The believers like this newcomer, who is a happy guy, even though they don’t know his name.

Wayne disappeared around the corner with a few quick steps. He raised his hand and grabbed a handful of air. He sniffed and did not smell Isabella's scent.

It's understandable. Firstly, it's been too long and the smell has dissipated long ago. Secondly, Isabella is a magician and she must have a way to conceal her scent.

In recent times, Wayne has strengthened his thinking through meditation, and his control over his sense of smell and supernatural perception has reached a higher level, especially the former, which he has basically achieved the ability to send and receive freely.

Good thing, he can continue to deceive himself and tell himself that the magical girl's fart is fragrant.

Wayne entered the chicken farm through the side door, and to his surprise, there were not many laying hens.

It cannot be said to be a small number, but compared with the number of free eggs provided by the Geocentric Church, the number of laying hens in the chicken farm is undoubtedly pitifully small.

Unless the version here is updated, every laying hen will be a 007-level fighting chicken.

Wayne didn't quite understand, but when he saw a believer pulling a cart and dragging baskets of eggs out of the warehouse, he immediately pretended to be like him, pulled the cart beside him and walked in.

This is a huge warehouse with high concrete walls and only a few windows at the top.

Lights were hanging from the roof, two assembly lines were rumbling, and eggs were being transported along the conveyor belts. Dozens of believers were packing eggs numbly, their eyes dull, and they could only move mechanically, like puppets without any sense of fatigue.

Wayne couldn't see the end of the conveyor belt because the black cloth hanging on the machine blocked his view, but he smelled a familiar smell.

The smell of an eight-legged starfish.

Very strong!

The source of the smell is at the end of the conveyor belt!

Wayne's eyes suddenly narrowed and he rushed to the machine. After lifting the black cloth, he saw two huge tentacles.

slippery.

Squirming.

The ends of the tentacles open and lay translucent eggs, which solidify when exposed to light and look exactly like ordinary eggs. The speed and efficiency are so fast that the laying hens doubt their lives.

Boom!
Wayne felt cold all over, his scalp was about to explode, and his stomach was churning and he almost vomited on the spot.

"Damn it! Are you going to turn everyone in this town into monsters?"

"Wait, I remember the maid brought back a basket of eggs. Could the fried eggs this morning be..."

"vomit!!"

(End of this chapter)