Restarting the myth.

Chapter 45: Within Seven Steps, the Advantage is in My Hands

Wayne dry-heaved twice but nothing came out. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His disgust for the Geocentric Cult reached its peak.

Regardless of whether it is for greater or lesser justice, from now on, he, Wayne, will be irreconcilable with the Lord of the Void!
Wayne wanted to ignite the tentacles immediately, but he didn't dare to act rashly without rescuing Isabella.

He guessed that the tentacle itself was the so-called king of the underground. Judging from the size of the tentacles and the fact that they extended from nowhere, it could be judged that the king of the underground was very huge, which exactly matched the information he had collected before.

The king of the underground.

Entrance to the underground tunnel.

It’s no coincidence that both are on chicken farms.

The chicken farm, the Geocentric Church headquarters, and the government hall were all connected, and it was obvious that they had planned this in advance...

"Isabella is right. Windsor's intelligence agencies can see that there is something wrong with the Geocentric Church, which means that the Geocentric Church has had problems for a long time."

Wayne gritted his teeth in hatred. The egg-laying tentacles indicated that the king of the underground was right under the chicken farm. Once this big monster moved, the entire town would be in disaster.

The strength of the Geocentric Cult's magicians is unknown, so he must rescue Isabella, as only the latter can deal with the Geocentric Cult.

……

The entrance to the underground tunnel is located behind the chicken farm. Compared with the complex underground terrain, the ground entrance and exit are not conspicuous.

A large factory building hastily built blocks the abyss rift and is guarded by four believers who will immediately stop anyone from approaching.

Wayne saw holsters on their lower backs. Time was running out and he had no better choice but to go ahead.

"You, stop, it's not night yet, you can't go in."

"I know, but the situation has changed. Our people have been attacked. I am here to interrogate the prisoners on the orders of the bishop. I must find out the whereabouts of my accomplices, otherwise I will not be able to explain to the bishop."

Wayne glared at the other person coldly: "You, open the door and lead the way."

"But the bishop's order is that no one is allowed to enter. I really can't let you in..."

The guard looked embarrassed. Wayne's tough attitude made him feel guilty. He was so arrogant, it was obvious that he was the bishop's confidant.

Moreover, Wayne also brought the bishop's order. His forceful obstruction caused damage to the interests of the Geocentric Church. Will the bishop punish him?

The guard's momentum weakened, and Wayne immediately toughened up. He grabbed the guard's collar and said fiercely, "Asshole, if we didn't all believe in the Lord of the Void without reservation, I would report to the bishop to sacrifice you to the King of the Underground tonight. Open the door quickly, you can't bear this responsibility."

Wayne's toughness and arrogance overwhelmed the guard's doubts. He did not dare to continue to block them. He waved his hand to let his companions open the factory door, and took the initiative to lead the way in front, trying to calm Wayne's anger.

This is what it’s like to be someone’s younger brother: you don’t ask for any merit but just to avoid making mistakes.

In one word, difficult.

The complexity of the underground tunnels was beyond Wayne's imagination. There were tunnels everywhere. At first glance, he thought he had entered a mine.

There were electric wires and lights along the way, and at every intersection, there were believers standing guard with guns.

After walking for a few minutes, the guard knocked on the wooden door in front, and a secret passage opened, and endless darkness rushed towards Wayne.

He stood on the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless black abyss below him. There seemed to be some giant beast crawling in the darkness. Whenever the wind and waves rolled, large spots of blue light flickered.

The light spots not only existed below the abyss, but also covered the cliffs. Wayne took a quick glance and vaguely saw traces of tentacles moving.

The size of the underground king was much larger than he had imagined, with far more than eight tentacles. Compared with the starfish in the government hall, it was definitely an ancestor-level creature.

A plank road was built on the edge of the cliff, and fences were installed to prevent believers from falling into the abyss if they accidentally stepped on it.

Wayne silently gave a thumbs up to the construction team and quickly caught up with the guards in front.

The plank road is about 500 meters long and turns towards a hollowed-out rock wall at the end. This is a huge underground square with strict guards, even tighter than the defenses of the Geocentric Cult headquarters.

If Wayne hadn't had a familiar face leading the way, he wouldn't have been able to get in.

A circular pool was built in the center of the underground square. Fist-sized pieces of rubble were piled up into a pyramid, with a golden statue placed on top.

The statue is not big, only about ten centimeters high, and it reflects the light, emitting a breath-taking glow.

It is very dazzling and is definitely real gold.

Wayne looked closely, but the light was so bright that he couldn't see the true appearance of the statue. He could only see a distorted human figure wrapped in tentacles.

"Lord of the Void, please allow me, a humble and insignificant believer, to express my most sincere praise to you..." The guard bowed from a distance and saluted to the location of the statue.

Wayne hurriedly followed suit and offered his humble praise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne seemed to sense the statue's response to him. A whisper sounded in his ears. The complex voices of weirdness, evil, holiness, and purity merged together, making every listener fall into a trance.

Bad news: San value dropped rapidly.

Good news: Wayne has a solid foundation. Even though he lost his strength, it is the same as if he hadn't lost it. As I said before, after experiencing the destruction of the Gate of Truth, ordinary spiritual pollution can hardly shake his thinking and will.

The guard was obviously corrupted, and one could tell from his expression that his belief in the Lord of the Void was devout and crazy. Wayne followed suit, making faces, his mouth curled up, half of his face twitching, and his eyelids twitching wildly.

This skill requires at least ten years of cerebral thrombosis.

Wayne didn't act like he was acting at all, and was too real to arouse any suspicion. He followed the guards to the east side of the square and entered a secret door.

This time there were no detours, and at the end of the passage was the small dark room in the prison.

Two believers were guarding the prison. When they learned that Wayne was ordered by the bishop to interrogate the prisoners, they immediately released them.

The defense is very lax, which is human nature. It is the subjective consciousness that is at work. Since we have come to this place, there is no reason for them to be intruders. They must be one of us.

Wayne walked into the prison holding a candle. There were not many prisoners, about ten or so. Each of them was given a wooden stake and a hemp rope, and they were arranged neatly.

Wayne ignored the unfamiliar faces, but there were two faces that surprised him.

Hood!

Wesley!
The two men tilted their heads, mumbling something to themselves. Like other prisoners, they were somewhat mentally disturbed due to mental pollution.

You two are not dead yet?

Wayne was surprised at how lucky the two were, and felt that good people would be rewarded. Referring to the successful cases, he would surely be blessed in the future.

only……

Isabella was not to be seen, and all the prisoners were men, and none of them were of unusual size.

"Cough cough!"

Wayne clenched his fist and coughed, then said to the guard next to him, "What's going on? Where is the female prisoner being held?"

The guard smiled knowingly and said, "You are late. All the female prisoners have been dealt with and will be used as sacrifices to the Underworld King. We have not yet found a new source of prisoners."

As promised, you are ready to die!
"Nonsense, who asked you that? Am I that kind of person?"

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, added the guard to the death list, and said coldly: "I'm talking about the intruder two days ago, a very fat woman. You wouldn't be so hungry that you would deal with her too, right?"

"You must have remembered it wrongly. There was no fat woman breaking in the past two days. He was the only intruder."

The guard pointed at Hood and said, "We only caught him. His name is Hood. He's a detective from Enrode Town. He's good at hiding. He almost got away."

Wayne was stunned. The person caught two days ago was Hood, so... where was Isabella?

He was a little bit unbelievable. What if, he meant what if, if Isabella hadn't been caught, why had he worked so hard, doing reconnaissance and infiltration?

Xifei's words rang in my ears. Isabella is an experienced magician. She must have discovered something by going offline continuously. She is lying in wait for the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

"Did you really not catch a fat woman?" Wayne raised his hand and patted his forehead, trying to rescue her.

Please be sure to tell him that he was caught, and not only was he caught, but he was also dealt with by you brothers.

"Indeed not."

The guard shook his head firmly, and then said, "Perhaps there are, but they are important prisoners known only to the bishops. I am not qualified to know, and I will not hold them here. These are all sacrifices for tonight."

Wayne nodded. Just as he was thinking about how to get the prisoners out safely, the wooden door opened and a voice came over:
"Maybe I can give you an answer about that fat woman!"

This was a middle-aged man wearing a linen robe, with a burly build and a strong voice. He was wearing a hood, so his face could not be seen clearly. The flickering candlelight reflected his two rows of teeth, which were white and cold.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if praising Wayne for finding this place. Of course, it was more likely that he was mocking him for walking into a trap.

Wayne's heart trembled and he sensed the danger.

"Bishop Sean." The guard bowed and saluted, bending his waist very humbly.

Wayne followed suit and saluted, trying to get away with it.

The Geocentric Church has four bishops and one archbishop. The five of them are the highest authority in the Geocentric Church. In Wayne's imagination, they are all powerful magicians. Suddenly, one of them blocked him in his underground lair...

Wayne's heart sank to the bottom as he estimated the possibility of embedding the opponent into the earth wall.

Not quite.

Merge with the Book of Greed and transform...

Wayne reached for the pistol at his waist and borrowed a magic self-defense prop from the maid. With the Scientology artifact at hand, he felt a little more confident.

Within seven steps, the advantage is mine!
(End of this chapter)