Restarting the myth.

Chapter 55 Don't Talk, I Have Mysophobia
Villa big house.

Wayne lay on a recliner, telescope in hand, keeping an eye on the changes in the town of Enroard.

On the long table nearby, there were exquisite snacks and black tea.

Wayne had no habit of afternoon tea, but Flah still prepared everything carefully. He tried to train Wayne to be an elegant gentleman who would be welcomed by the upper class.

Now...

He doesn't know how to stand or sit properly. He never stands when he can sit, and never sits when he can lie down. He is casual and approachable.

"The magic circle disappeared..."

Wayne stood up with the telescope, and said with a happy face: "Isabella succeeded. As expected of me, she has a good eye. I knew she would not let me down."

"Master Wayne, Ms. Isabella hasn't come back yet." Fla said with a smile.

I understand. Don't jump to conclusions until the very last moment. Champagne at halftime is not necessary.

Wayne nodded, indicating that he had learned something new.

With such a reliable housekeeper by my side, I can take fewer detours in life.

He continued to observe with the telescope. The hexagram above the town disappeared, and the tentacles also dissipated ahead of time.

In the best case, the sacrifice failed and the townspeople were saved. In the worst case, the sacrifice was successful, the townspeople were collectively infected and turned into mutants, and Isabella had been divided up.

It's just that she's a little fat. If she were a beautiful lady with a graceful figure, she might be queuing over there!
Wayne really wanted to do something, but he was too weak and could not help. Although he was at home in the big house, he was just watching the show passively the whole time. From a strategic perspective, he was undoubtedly a failure.

Thinking of this, Wayne shook his head secretly. The road to becoming extraordinary is long and difficult. His small goal has not been achieved yet. He cannot be proud and complacent just because he has made a little progress. If he wants to grow into an independent magician as soon as possible and surpass the geniuses of the academy, he must be more competitive than anyone else.

Roll it hard, roll it to death!
Inside Wayne's body, the space channel continuously supplies the four elements to him, and he can quickly replenish his life essence without meditation. He is getting stronger every moment.

It is impossible to be satisfied. People's desires are endless. Once they get something, they will want more. He felt that the progress bar was moving too slowly. He just hated that he couldn't find the membership recharge window, so he just increased the download speed to the maximum.

"Why can't I use my cheat code to earn gold?"

Wayne was extremely regretful. He believed Jose's lies and listened to the slander of the villain, thinking that only by putting in effort can a good game be played, and that using salary will lead to failure sooner or later. When writing code, he only emphasized the experience, game time and operation flow, and ignored the fact that the RMB players who spent money were the real masters.

Who makes games nowadays without a recharge interface?

If you don’t recharge, is it still a game?

Wayne beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting his short-sightedness.

Bang!
A gunshot rang out in the air and a shrill alarm sounded. The two maids instantly went into combat mode, setting up machine guns and ready for battle.

Wayne looked around and did not sense any fluctuations of magical power. Not to mention people, he didn't even smell a ghost.

Gunshots rang out again. Wayne looked up into the sky and suddenly saw a large gray-white bird flapping its wings and flying towards the big house.

Flying troops!

The two maids turned their guns and pointed them at the strangely shaped white bird. The bird was out of range, and shooting at high-altitude targets was far less accurate than hitting ground targets. It was difficult for the two machine guns to hit the bird.

The same goes for the sniper rifle, the big bird moves too fast.

call out!
The big white bird spit out foamy arrows, attacking the sniper maid on the roof. Wayne waved his hand and raised a strong wind, blowing the arrow away.

The sniper maid exposed her position and quickly left her original position to look for a new sniper point.

The big bird did not chase after him. Instead, it flapped its wings to speed up and swooped down towards Wayne.

The various small props buried in the lawn are only aimed at ground troops, and the air force can only be attacked by machine gun fire. The two maids stick to their posts and drive the big bird back with excellent operation.

The white bird monster opened its mouth and let out a shrill whine. The chaotic and disorderly sound hit the eardrums of the maid and the butler, making them feel nauseous and have splitting headaches, making it impossible for them to aim and shoot.

The butler was better, as he had received targeted training and could hold on for a short period of time. The three maids were bombarded by the noise and fell to their knees, retching.

The big bird spread its wings in the air, and its white foamy feathers turned into sharp feathers. Dozens of sharp arrows shot down from the sky, tearing the air and making sharp whistles.

The target was not Wayne, but the butler and the maid.

MD, dare you touch my people!

A green light flashed in Wayne's eyes, and he raised his hand again. The surging magic power pried open the real world, pulling open the fine wind needles that were like a continuous rain curtain.

With his own pure magic, he was unable to unleash this basic wind magic, as the magic was expressed in an incorrect form, but by drawing the dark green from the eye of nature and dyeing the magic green, he could easily come up with the correct answer.

The rain went up in reverse! The fine needles of cow hair touched the white foam feathers, using the weak to defeat the strong, winning by quantity. After a brief stalemate, it broke up the arrow formation, and the remaining force not only submerged the white bird.

The big bird was pierced by thousands of tiny needles, but its body was immune to physical attacks. It recovered in the blink of an eye and continued to wail miserably at the top of its lungs.

He tried to stimulate and interfere with Wayne's thinking, but the effect was very general and Wayne just felt it was noisy.

The butler and the maid's pain intensified. The two maids foamed at the mouth and fainted, with their hands and feet twitching from time to time.

As you can imagine, the sniper maid in the big house also fell.

With a grim look on his face, Fla held onto the corner of the table, trying to maintain his elegance and the dignity of his master, and raised his pistol and shot into the air.

Every shot was off target, and the stroke was off by more than ten meters.

Wayne was helpless. He knew that the big white bird was coming for him. If he continued to fight in front of the big house, regardless of the outcome, the butler and the maid would probably go crazy.

Even if you are cured, you will still be depressed.

He took the initiative to abandon his home ground, waved his arms and turned blades of grass into flying knives, smashing them at the big bird, driving it to the east little by little.

Wayne often practiced magic there and was familiar with the terrain, especially the woods, which was a great advantage for him.

This is the advantage of nature magic. Props are always at your fingertips, and as long as it's not a steel jungle or a sewer, anywhere can be considered your home ground.

The white strange bird saw Wayne's thoughts and cooperated to come to the woods. It folded its wings and landed on the ground. The wings turned back into arms and tentacles. It stood about three meters tall, and was somewhat similar to the Lord of the Void.

The white face has no recognizable facial features, only a spirally protruding hole that could be a mouth or an eye.

"Blaster, merge with me and return the sacred object to the Lord of the Void!"

"Don't talk, I'm a germaphobe."

Wayne had never seen such an ugly monster before, and his face immediately felt horrified. He was not afraid of spiritual pollution, but it was uncomfortable to see a toad lying on his feet, which did not bite people but was disgusting!

You people from the Geocentric Religion are all more weird than each other, and you all talk in a weird way. Aren’t there any of you who look like human beings?
Wayne didn't want to waste any more time talking to the bird monster, and a green light flashed in his eyes.

The branches in the woods were shaking and rustling. Black holes like eyes and mouths opened up at the trunks. The branches stretched and twisted, growing wildly under the nourishment of magic.

For a moment, demons were dancing wildly.

The bird monster was attracted by the unusual movements around him and did not notice that his feet were wrapped by vines. By the time he reacted, Wayne had already used the same trick again, imprisoning him in a large ball of vines and burying him deep underground.

Bang!
Wayne clenched his fists and turned to walk towards the big house...

He took two steps and looked back.

Wisps of white foam emerged from the ground, reorganizing a strange figure with tentacles wrapped around its arms. The figure was shorter, only about two meters and three meters tall.

A bit tricky!

Wayne wielded storms and fire and used the tried-and-true concrete wall-building method, but none of them could stop the bird monster's advance.

The bird monster's body is different from the four elements that can be found everywhere in nature, and ordinary magic can hardly cause effective damage to it.

The bird monster raised both hands horizontally, and its two arms turned into white foam and reorganized into two knight swords with cold light.

The sharp blade cut through the air, making a buzzing sound.

Wayne was stunned. The scene seemed familiar. If he remembered correctly, he also knew this trick.

puff!

The knight's sword pierced his chest.

The bird monster cackles and raises its hand to pick up Wayne, lifting him high into the air. The spiral black hole on its face opens, revealing a mouthful of wriggling tentacles, as if waiting to drink its fill of blood.

Not a drop.

Wayne's eyes were dim, and while the bird monster was stunned, he crossed his hands and waved them.

The white flesh squirmed, the five fingers melted and merged, the arm stretched and lengthened, and the sharp blade with a shining metallic luster slashed down.

On Wayne's chest, sunburn marks tore through his flesh, and a huge single eye suddenly popped out.

“Hehehe——”

(End of this chapter)