Restarting the myth.

Chapter 52 My painting style is better than yours (third update, please give me a monthly ticket)

In any era, the lethality of firearms is terrifying. A group of unarmed infected people trying to survive a hail of bullets, the outcome is self-evident.

They didn't even see the machine gun. They were killed by the precise sniper rifle's fire on the way to the villa.

The lawn area is huge!
In a sense, what killed them was their money.

In front of the big house, the housekeeper ordered people to pile up sandbags and set up two machine guns to form a cross network with maximum firepower.

The two maids each held a machine gun. They were sturdy and it seemed as if there was no recoil when they fired.

It’s a pity that it can’t be opened.

All the heads were taken by the sniper maid on the roof.

Wayne sat behind a sandbag, with a parasol, a small lounge chair, sunglasses and a cup of tea, and next to him was the butler with a monocle standing upright.

He thought of the believers who had just spewed tentacles from their mouths, and guessed that these people were parasitized by raw eggs. He said with a look of disgust, "What disgusting tentacles, they are so ugly!"

The butler and the maid did not panic because of the believers' appearance. They knew that magic existed in the world and had received professional training. The butler, in particular, had a record of killing four magicians head-on.

Again, within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.

Wayne picked up the telescope, looked at the tentacles hanging from the sky above the town, frowned and said nothing.

Judging from the situation, the sacrifice ceremony has already started. I wonder if Isabella can withstand it? The Geocentric Church gathering has gathered a large number of townspeople. Have these innocent people been parasitized?

Wayne doesn't like the Geocentric Church. No matter from the perspective of justice or personal grudges, he can't have a good impression of the Geocentric Church.

Even if it was the transport captain, the Lord of the Void, Wayne was unwilling to say thank you to him. Why should he thank someone for the four elements that he had snatched with his own ability?

The arrival of the believers made Wayne realize that he had been named by the Lord of the Void. If Isabella died, a large number of mutated believers would rush to the big house, and there would be powerful magicians such as the leader and the grand leader.

If all the townspeople in Enroard town were mutated, it would be like a zombie siege, and Wayne's scalp tingled just thinking about it.

He believed that the housekeeper and the maid were able to hold the house for fifty-eight days. He just felt it was a pity because the townspeople were innocent and should not have suffered such a disaster.

"I hope Isabella won't disappoint the teacher..."

Wayne muttered, and suddenly sensed a fluctuation of magical power.

There are experts too!

He stood up, asked the butler to stay alert, and looked closely in the direction of the magic fluctuations.

On the lawn, believers who were blown up by sniper rifles twisted their bodies and crawled, wriggling together in one place, their flesh and blood piled up, and the overflowing white foam stitched them into a whole.

The lump of flesh, with arms and legs and a pale face, rolled and ran wildly towards the sandbags.

The target is Wayne.

The two machine guns opened fire immediately, with lines of fire interspersed, focusing their fire on accelerating the rolling meat ball, exploding into balls of blood and flesh.

The flat lawn ensured that there were no blind spots for firepower, but it only slowed down the speed of the meatball's movement. It could not stop it completely, let alone defeat it completely.

boom!
The meatball had no idea what it was pressing on, and was flung half a meter away by the violent explosion. After it fell to the ground in pieces, it touched the steel wires that had been laid out long ago, causing fire snakes to rise up.

boom! boom! boom!
There were continuous explosions, and the Molotov cocktails buried underground exploded, with blood, flesh and white foam attached, which were purified by high temperature and heat.

The effect was outstanding. The flesh and blood infected by the parasite and gradually assimilated into the starfish were very flammable. After a while, the lawn was filled with flames and black smoke.

Wayne raised his hand, took the silk scarf handkerchief handed to him by Fla, and covered his mouth and nose.

The Molotov cocktail was made by the butler. According to Wayne's request, highly adherent engine oil was added to the gasoline, making the flame difficult to extinguish.

Occasionally, a white light would flash, blinding and dazzling, like white phosphorus.

Fra: Magnesium powder, I added magnesium powder!
In order to ensure high temperature and strong sterilization, the butler tied magnesium powder around the Molotov cocktail bottle. He is a professional butler and is very professional and familiar with the techniques of making Molotov cocktail bottles.

As for the destruction of the lawn, the housekeeper didn't take it seriously. He just made a phone call and Lendan would deliver a new lawn.

Wayne, wearing sunglasses, marveled at the butler's meticulous care. It was hard to imagine how messy his life would become after he lost his butler three months later.

Wayne didn't have time to sigh for long before something strange happened on the field. More than a dozen mud-like natives stood up from the ground and walked towards the sandbags under crossfire.

An enhanced version of the slime monster that ignores damage from bullets. The pierced holes fuse quickly, making it almost immune to physical damage.

They waded through minefields and advanced despite explosions.

Wayne frowned as he watched, closed his eyes and sensed the presence of the magicians around him, but it turned out that they were not very friendly. Not only were the other parties more proficient in magic than him, but they were also very skilled in concealing their breath. His dog nose could not smell any odor at all.

Wayne was eager to try, half squatting with his hands on the ground. In terms of magical attainments, he might not be as good as the other party, but when it comes to the reserves of magic power... hehe, my style is worse than yours!
Earth walls rose up, imprisoning the clay figures and solidifying them together. The basic magic defeated the advanced magic by using the inferior to the superior.

The basis is that in Wayne's opinion, Bishops Kent and Melville do not think that earth walls are basic magic, and Wayne's ability to summon more than ten earth walls in one breath also makes the two bishops secretly feel difficult.

The Son of God's magical power is enormous, and his mind and will are strong enough to ensure that he can release and control more than ten magic spells at the same time.

It is impossible to take the Son of God away using conventional means!

The magic power wavered, and dark rain clouds surged over the villa. Frictional lightning snakes sped away, and a heavy rain was about to fall with a rumble.

Wayne's eyes lit up, and he accurately captured the location of the magic fluctuations. He spoke quickly: "Two o'clock direction, fifty meters."

Fla nodded, pushed the briefcase on the table, and pressed it with precise positioning.

With a loud bang, mud and blood splashed everywhere, and the shock wave carried half of the charred body into the air, taking away the cautious Bishop Melville.

He was already cautious enough, but poverty limited his imagination and he never expected that the butler was so well prepared.

The rain clouds above the big house quickly dispersed. At Wayne's signal, the butler clicked his hands repeatedly, and explosions occurred one after another, plowing the lawn in front of the big house directly.

The ground was scorched, smoke rose, and the pungent smell spread in all directions along with the heat waves.

"Master Wayne, the enemy is dead, and there seems to be no other intruders." Fla came to Wayne's side, bent down and handed him a silk scarf to cover his nose.

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Wayne nodded, took a deep breath, took the scarf with one hand and pressed it on the ground with the other.

On the cover of the Book of Greed, the big eyes looked at nature, the link was opened, and obscure information poured into the big eyes, lingering in Wayne's body, dyeing his pure white magic green.

The veins on the back of Wayne's hands bulged, and a huge amount of magic power that far exceeded that of a magician's apprentice poured into the ground. Pieces of grass grew rapidly, and vines ran and intertwined in the soil.

The lawn surrounding the house was like the surface of the sea during a violent storm, with rolling waves and ups and downs.

The waves were raging, the undercurrent was surging, hundreds of vines were intertwined, and the huge encirclement net was constantly shrinking, searching for the big rat that might be hiding in it.

Bang!
The blazing wind blades cut a square on the ground. Bishop Kent jumped out and shouted, "Holy Son, I am Bishop Kent of the Geocentric Church. I am here to greet you on the orders of the Lord of the Void. I am not an enemy."

Wayne turned a deaf ear to it. He and the Geocentric Cult were not on the same side. The righteous allies and the evil villains could never be on the same side.

He increased his magic output, and hundreds of vines emerged from the ground, combining in twos and threes, turning into vine hands that grabbed Kent.

Kent naturally would not sit there and wait for death. He called out, trying to awaken Wayne's reason and conscience, asking the Son of God not to be stubborn anymore. At the same time, he walked in the air, with magic ripples bursting out under his feet. He kept changing direction while walking in mid-air to avoid the pursuit and interception of the vine palms.

Wield wind blades and flames at the same time to disperse the vines that cannot be avoided.

boom!
Wayne's magic power erupted again, and more vine hands emerged from the ground, making up for the gap between themselves and Kent with numbers. Finally, a big hand grabbed Kent's calf.

The vines contracted, and the severe pain interrupted Kent's thoughts. As the vines wrapped around him, the plant ball contracted and solidified in mid-air.

"Hey, I caught you!"

A light flashed in Wayne's eyes, and the ball made of vines buried deep into the ground, and then his open palm suddenly clenched into a fist.

Bang!
There was a dull, faint sound.

There was no screaming, nor any sound of breaking or compression; Kent walked very quietly.

Wayne sighed and looked at Fla: "Butler, do I count this as murder?"

"As far as I know, if there is no evidence, it doesn't count."

"..."

Wayne rolled his eyes and was about to complain when Fla took out a white towel from her shirt pocket, wrapped it around Wayne's right hand and slowly wiped it.

"???"

A string of question marks flashed across Wayne's mind. What was this for?

"Master Wayne, your hands are dirty."

"..."

Wayne: (_)
Don't be such a housekeeper. The better you perform, the more I fear losing you.

(End of this chapter)