Restarting the myth.

Chapter 509 Aztimo: I gradually understand everything

In front of the crystal coffin, Wayne held Monica in his arms and quickly calmed the angry black cat with skillful techniques.

Monica had been in a semi-free-range state and was very courageous. The word "stress" did not exist in her dictionary. After a brief surprise, she quickly calmed down.

Stare! x2
Yulia stood beside Wayne, rubbing his head against his, while curiously looking at the crystal coffin in front of him.

"Master, who is this elegant lady, is she dead?"

"Well, in a sense, the goddess of death has always been dead," Wayne complained.

"What, she's the goddess of death?!"

Yulia was shocked, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder she looks familiar. It turns out to be the goddess who gave me life. Now I remember, she forged me with her own hands."

"Is there a possibility that she is you... Never mind, just be happy."

There were too many things to complain about, and it would be a waste of time to complain about them one by one. Wayne patted Yulia's head and asked her to lean towards the crystal coffin. At the same time, he grabbed Monica's paw and put it close to it.

"Rise up, my goddess!"

Wayne didn't quite know how to wake up the goddess, so he decided to try the simplest method.

In order to increase the success rate, I also shouted.

Facts have proved that simplicity is the most effective, and sometimes people can't think too much.

The moment he touched the crystal coffin, Yulia shivered and snorted continuously, saying weakly: "Master, I may be cursed. I feel like something is missing in my body."

What do you mean something is missing? Aren’t you the incarnation of a goddess?
Wayne looked down at Monica in his arms. The latter squinted her eyes and made a snoring sound in her throat. She was almost falling asleep.

"I see. It's not a complete incarnation, but another form of hostage..."

Wayne scratched the black cat's head, pressed and released his five fingers, and used the soul-absorbing technique, which made Monica roll her eyes with pleasure.

As his mind scanned over her, Monica became ordinary. Because she had lost something, she looked no different from a normal black cat.

You will know whether it is normal or not after trying it.

If a cat is killed, it dies!

The original Monica possessed the characteristics of immortality and would affect the memories of people around her. Except for Auston who held the ancient silver coin and Wayne who held the shadow nightmare, Monica changed the memories of every living person in Landau Manor.

Including the loyal shit scooper Megan.

It's different now. As long as Wayne exerts a little force, Monica will...

Just no effort.

Experiments require costs, and the cost is a cat's life, a black cat at that. Monica is so cute, Wayne would have to be crazy to try it.

If he really died, it would be the end of him!

Two "objects" that Wayne could not understand entered Aztimo's body. The latter's eyelashes fluttered and his eyes were about to open slowly.

However, it does not.

Still not awake.

"What's missing?"

Wayne was very puzzled. He put Monica on Yulia's back, patted the horse's butt and told it to go find Rone to play.

He stared at Aztimo in the crystal coffin, his thoughts immersed in it, trying to communicate with the silent mind.

If the goddess refused to wake up because of her changed shape, he advised her to be more open-minded. In her life, she would always meet a few best friends who were good at backstabbing. It was reasonable and logical for Idenis to forget her best friend after she had a man.

Waibi Waibi talked for a long time but received no response. However, Aztimo's body had already awakened, and an indescribable huge momentum slowly rose.

Like an angry volcano, about to erupt in front of Wayne.

Wayne smelled the breath of anger, but he was not panicked. The pollution was irreversible. He was confident in the essence of his life. Aztimo was already his shape and there was no possibility of turning back.

At this moment, Wayne felt the changes in the underworld, and wisps of breath gathered from every corner of the underworld.

The gray mist was spun into strands, generated from the twelve layers of the underworld, including the heart of nature, and jumped across space to reach this place. It was not injected into the crystal coffin, but gathered on the black throne.

In just a few breaths, a hazy shadow solidified, and its eyes opened, looking at the three figures standing outside the hall.

After a brief moment of confusion, his sight caught sight of Monica and Yulia, and his whole face suddenly became ugly.

Sensing the changes in the crystal coffin and Wayne standing in front of the crystal coffin with an innocent face, his silver-gray eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, and the chillness that reached deep into his soul swept down, covering the entire underworld and freezing all the souls.

Ronye and the other two were about to bow down and worship their goddess, but their souls were frozen and they all lost connection and froze.

"Hey, it's so cold!"

Cold sweat dripped from Wayne's forehead, and this time he was really sweating.

No matter how much he planned, he never expected that Aztimo would count rabbits and divide his thoughts into several parts. Apart from the thoughts kept by Rone, Sukla and Idenis, he still had two copies in the Kingdom of God.

One is hidden in the body, and the other is scattered in every corner of the throne and the underworld.

The original body was contaminated by Wayne, and the one on the throne was...

Aztimo floated up from the throne and looked at himself in the crystal coffin which had changed color. His face was expressionless, and the murderous intent in his eyes was soaring as if it were real.

When I woke up, the transformation was not complete and I was polluted.

Aztimo couldn't figure it out and didn't understand what went wrong.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that something went wrong.

Her knight, her saint, her servant god, and her best friend all betrayed her, and handed over their thoughts and incarnations to the void life that appeared out of nowhere.

The most outrageous thing is that this void life holds the shadow nightmare and is her knight walking in the human world.

Aztimo was angry, confused, and particularly aggrieved. His murderous eyes locked onto Wayne: "You are my knight, why did you betray me?"

Wayne kept wiping his sweat, a trace of grievance on his face: "Goddess, is there a possibility that I am waking you up?"

You call this awakening?

I think you are clearly preparing to rebel!

Aztimo's mind flashed, and a will activated the underworld, depriving Wayne of his identity as a Death Knight, making him unable to use Shadow Nightmare and all the information laws related to death.

The effect is average. Wayne is not an ordinary void life. The death information eaten by the Book of Greed is not controlled by Aztimo. And because of the terrifying nature of life, Wayne's body forms a world of its own. After the authority of the underworld is swallowed by him, Aztimo can no longer get it back.

The only thing she could do was to take back the shadow nightmare.

The goddess was shocked.JPG
"You are not a void creature. What on earth are you? Why did the darkness do this?"

"Idnes asked me to wake you up. The Last Judgment is coming and you should wake up." Wayne turned around and threw the blame at the dean, causing his best friend's already precarious situation to capsize.

At first glance, it seems that Idenis is the mastermind behind everything, and she planned and dominated everything.

Aztimo paused when he heard this, and murmured, "I didn't tell her the truth because I had to rely on Yelian's power, and she didn't like Yelian..."

"Even so, she shouldn't hurt me..."

After a brief moment of confusion, Aztimo looked at Wayne with murderous intent, waved his hand and took out a sickle from the void, and cut down towards where Wayne was.

The transparent ripples sank into the void and disappeared in an instant.

Wayne sensed the changes in the underworld space and teleported away.

After landing, a crack spread out from the waist, splitting it in two. The two balls of white foam collapsed and tried to recombine into one, but were unable to do so due to some invisible barrier.

Wow!
The white foam squirmed, and the two Waynes stood up, staring at each other with their big eyes.

"Amazing! I clearly dodged it."

"It is a conceptual death. Once divided, it cannot be integrated. We can't go back."

"Great, I'm free, and I'm Wayne from now on!"

"Haha, what level are you? Just call me Wayne like me." Wayne curled his lips, his mind flashed, and he corrupted the disobedient clone into a ball of mud.

His form is not important, nor is his mind where it is, the Book of Greed is the key.

Without access to the Book of Greed, no matter how many pieces Aztimo cuts him into, there will always be only one of him.

Aztimo's heart sank as she watched the strange scene. The void life that could pollute her was indeed not that simple. She was extremely curious about where Idnes had found this freak.

At this time, Aztimo had lost part of his authority in the Underworld, more than 90% of his thoughts, and his physical body. Although he still had unlimited possibilities in the Kingdom of God, he was extremely weak compared to his heyday.

The worst thing was that the transformation was interrupted. Not only did I suffer heavy losses during my sleep, but I also wasted time.

I want to die!

Wayne's body squirmed, and a big eyeball appeared on his chest. The Pale Knight crossed his hands, and two quadruple rocket launchers bulged behind him.

boom! boom! boom!
The Palace of Eternity shook, the terrifying destructive force destroyed the space, and the entire twelfth floor shook violently.

To prevent Ronye and other onlookers from getting hurt, Wayne deflected the space and threw them all out, closed the door to the twelfth floor, and faced the goddess of death floating in the air.

Aztimo watched this scene expressionlessly. He did not stop Wayne from protecting the traitors. He said coldly, "The traitors will surely die. You cannot protect them. When I kill you, I will crush their souls with my own hands."

"Aztimo, times have changed. You have been asleep for too long. Before you speak harshly, check the environment first. This is your home ground, and it is also my home ground."

The Pale Knight's eyeballs suddenly shrank, and the twelfth floor of space slowly melted. Countless white foams dripped from the air, washing the sky and the earth like a rainstorm.

Aztimo was in the rain, but the white foam that distorted the space could not touch her at all. She could not take back the power from Wayne, but she had the power herself. The underworld was forged by her, and she did not want to touch it. Matter, energy, information, thoughts, etc., nothing could touch her.

The condescending look was full of sarcasm, mocking Wayne for not understanding God at all, and he said coldly: "When Idenis threw you in, didn't she tell you what God is?"

"No, because she herself is afraid..."

The Pale Knight told the story truthfully, and under Aztimo's angry gaze, white foam madly poured into the crystal coffin, and her pale body rose from the coffin and slowly floated in the air.

On the ground, the Pale Knight decays and dies.

Wayne moved into Aztimo's body and raised his hand to touch his chest. "The Underworld now has half of you and half of me. You can't expel me, and I can't do anything to you. But your body and most of your thoughts are already in my shape. I can accompany you forever. What about you? When are you ready to surrender?"

"Tell me, why did Idnes do this!" Aztimo said angrily. Because she thought we were having an affair, and you, as her best friend, secretly slept with her boyfriend, so she got so angry that she didn't want you anymore.

Wayne shook his head in silence. The truth was too outrageous and he himself felt wronged, so he would not let Aztimo feel wronged as well.

"Speak, tell me!"

"Aztimo, stop wasting time and return to your physical body. This is also a path to evolution."

Wayne used Aztimo's face to say, "It was an accident that I contaminated you. To apologize, I can promise you some unreasonable requests. Let's sit down and have a good talk. Just tell me what you want."

Aztimo said nothing, but swung the death sickle in his hand, and invisible waves flashed, splitting his body into two.

The white foam squirmed, and the two 'Aztimo' stood up, proving to Aztimo with practical actions that she was shaped by Wayne and could never go back.

pat!

One of them, 'Aztimo', turned into black mud and melted.

Wayne controlled the goddess' body, her legs melted, her whole body was pale, under the elegant female curve, a vertical line split in the raised chest, and a big eyeball slowly opened.

Hiss!

In the sky on the twelfth floor, the pale white sky was torn apart, and a huge demonic eye was overlooking below.

Murmuring whispers arose in Aztimo's heart, and tentacles emerged from the cracks in the void, spreading to reality and penetrating into every corner.

The ancient will invades the depths of the listener's mind, like an invisible twisted hand, slowly tearing at the tapestry of reason, spreading horrific information in an incomprehensible language that is enough to shake reason and change life.

Each byte carried an indescribable power, provoking the limits of Aztimo's cognition and forming a tremor directly in her mind, making her want to refuse but not knowing how to refuse.

I was shocked, but then I thought it made a lot of sense.

How evil!

Aztimo wanted to refuse, but she couldn't suppress her desire to listen. Her mind conveyed her desire to listen a little longer.

Just for a moment, nothing will pass away.

As she lost her mind, the whispers in her ears became more distant and clearer. The voices seemed to come from the depths of the sea billions of years ago, or from the farthest corners of the universe. With a damp, corrupt breath, it passed through the endless darkness and void, penetrated the barriers of time and space, outlined a pale universe in front of Aztimère, and guided her on a path of evolution.

Deformed space, distorted universe, damp stars emitting chaos and chaos, and the vague outlines of those ancient gods, indescribable visions flashed one after another, suggesting a cosmic truth that is far beyond the scope of human understanding.

It's not just human magicians, this is an unknown universe that even the gods have never set foot in.

Aztimo's vision was blurry and she began to question her own death, but soon she saw herself in a distorted universe.

The concept of death is so vast, she is a part of it, and as the camera zooms out, the concept of death is just a part of the universe.

As the pale ocean of tentacles poured in, the distorted latitudes pulled time and space, allowing her vision to move forward beyond the speed of light, straight to the end of the pale universe.

Here, energy is distorted, matter is decaying, and the information that is considered polluted by the gods is correct.

The well-organized order of the underworld is the result of falsehood and self-delusion. Under the guidance of whispers, the real death is hidden in the chaos at the end of the universe. In that pale end, a huge demon eye slowly opens.

Hiss!

Aztimo felt a palpitation deep in her bones, and she saw figures with empty eyes, blindly worshipping and fearing the Demon Eye. Every pale face looked exactly like her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, awakened from the endless nightmare, and looked at the demon eye in the sky with horror, fearing that she would become a blind and loyal person, waving the death sickle wrapped with tentacles to slash at...

Huh, tentacles?

Aztimo stood there in a daze, his slender body transformed, and the arm holding the sickle had turned into a pale and wet tentacle.

The exquisite and beautiful face melted, and when she opened her mouth to say something, she found that she no longer had a mouth.

The hot chest shook wildly, and then split open with a hissing sound. Four tentacles stretched out, and white veins twisted and entangled, pushing out a huge eyeball.

His pupils contracted and then expanded extremely, and as he looked at the world with these eyes, Aztimo found that he gradually understood everything.

The information that we used to avoid is now extremely sweet. There is no need to worry about the consequences. You can learn it and use it once you have learned it.

In the boundless void, no matter if it is a dragon or an elf, all numerical life forms cannot become eternal. Only the magic eye with no upper limit on numerical values ​​is the ultimate life form.

There is a kind of beauty in intensity!
“No, this is pollution!”

Aztimo examined himself and found that a large part of his thoughts were contaminated before he could pay attention. The remaining thoughts turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When everything turns white, she will no longer be herself.

Aztimo decisively split himself up, his uncontaminated mind emerged independently, and then...

Hey, what he said makes a lot of sense!
In one sentence, nothing will pass away.

The Demon Eye looked down from above, overlooking the struggling Aztimo below. The latter abandoned his polluted thoughts, and after his rational thoughts became independent, he entered the listening state again, abandoning and listening again, and this continued for dozens of times.

After the last cut, Aztimo got rid of the "reasonable" link, looked at his remaining thoughts, looked at the dozens of "selves" walking around him, looked at the magic eye above his head, closed his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Why stop? You can make me your slave in one go!!"

At the end of his words, he clenched his teeth and spoke very forcefully.

"It is not my intention to pollute you, but you slept too soundly, and I cannot miss such a great opportunity..."

Wayne appeared in the body of Aztimo and walked slowly to her: "To show my apology, I can promise you some unreasonable requests. While you still have your own self and will not blindly worship me, tell me quickly!"

Haha, you are a very nice person!
Aztimo sneered, unwilling to accept the humiliating terms, closed his eyes, sensed the authority of the Kingdom of God, and immediately ignited his own thinking.

If you can’t win, just self-destruct!

boom! ! !
The Underworld failed to self-destruct, and the Pale Sea squirmed, with large amounts of black liquid flowing out, offsetting the impact.

Aztimo's only remaining thought successfully self-destructed, preferring to die rather than be a slave. Unfortunately, this thought was limited and was contaminated by the Demonic Eye a second before the explosion and was put back after the explosion.

Aztimo: (╥﹏╥)
She couldn't even die, she came back again.

The magic eye in the sky closed, and the boundless pale sea returned to the space cracks of the underworld along the space gaps. The twelfth floor was clean and refreshing, without any trace of pale color left.

At least the surface is clean.

Wayne stood in front of Aztimo, opened his arms and held him in his arms, and after the last bit of thought had absorbed it, he returned Aztimo's body.

The Pale Knight stepped out from behind Aztimo, wriggling in white foam, and donning human skin.

Wayne stroked his hair, turned around and bowed, put one hand on his chest, held Aztimo's hand with the other, and gently kissed the back of her hand and fingertips.

"My goddess, it is a great honor to meet you. Your appearance is like the brightest morning star in the night sky, cutting through the darkness and guiding me to find the way forward."

"Don't mention darkness in front of me. The word I hate most right now is darkness!" Azti said with a dark face.

"It makes sense!"

Wayne nodded and said respectfully, "Goddess, can I get up now?"

The first god's follower was obtained in an ignoble way. You had to give him face and coax him into coming.

Aztimo looked at herself and realized that she had great authority and freedom. Her damned, shameless, and shameless master did not force her will. Her expression improved a little.

Just a little, no more.

"My Goddess, can I get up now?"

"No, kneel down now!"

"..." x2
Wayne didn't kneel, but rolled his eyes and straightened up.

Aztimo was furious and glared, "I just heard you say you would give me face and coax me to come."

"Yeah, I'm done."

Wayne turned and looked outside the hall. Ronye and other onlookers were still in a state of frozen souls. He looked around, walked towards the throne and sat down under Aztimo's angry gaze.

"Ah~~~"

Wayne looked relieved, then said dissatisfiedly: "What's going on? Why does your throne hurt your butt as much as the Elohim's? Can your butt bear it?"

Aztimo was stunned for a moment: "You... have been to heaven?"

"Well, I have some status over there. Basically, the angels listen to whatever I say."

Wayne nodded, packaged some of his memories, and forced them into Aztimo's mind.

It’s a long story and too much trouble to explain, so Aztimo read it himself.

"Son?!"

Aztimo silently read through the entire memory, silently took two steps back, and said dryly: "You said before that you could promise me some unreasonable requests as an apology. Does it still count now?"

In sporadic clips, Aztimo saw Heshuno split in two, and deduced the paid plot through these broadcastable images.

It's terrible. This damn, shameless, shameless master is not a vain life at all. He is a human male with enhanced desires.

"Hey, I heard everything."

Wayne complained and said straightforwardly: "It counts. Tell me all your requests. I'm a decent person. I can handle all your requests except the ones that are not acceptable."

Aztimo sighed and shook his head, saying, "No need. These are all pointless struggles. As long as you agree to let me save the face of the goddess of death, that will be enough."

"Really? Don't you want to think about it again?"

"No."

"Okay, come over and sit on the whip." Wayne patted his thigh.

"Well, I'll think about it again."

Aztimo tilted his head and looked aside, ignoring Wayne's call, and said through gritted teeth: "My first request is that Idenis, that bitch, must become like me!"

Wayne: (a`a)
Oops, the plot suddenly became interesting.

Looking forward to it.JPG
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