Restarting the myth.

Chapter 6: The Battle of Magicians
It was the first time for Wayne to sign an unequal treaty, and he was a little nervous. He flipped through the Book of Greed in a hurry, wanting to see who the lucky enemy was.

The result was not very good, as the contract partner was not only not a living person, but not even a human being.

A dog!

The moment the contract was signed, a catalogue appeared on the second page. The page where the Spirit of Vengeance was located was opened, and the first dependent servant revealed his true appearance.

A vicious dog with half of its body rotten, its gums exposed, one eye gray and the other with only a black eye socket left, its abdominal ribs exposed, and all the internal organs in its abdominal cavity disappeared.

The remaining black fur stuck to the festering muscles, and the overflowing black and yellow unknown liquid was like glue. With the joint efforts of several parties, they barely glued the dilapidated body together.

It was a stomach-churning scene. Even though it was just an image, Wayne could smell a sickening stench.

"yue~~~"

He dry heaved twice and almost vomited in the car.

"Dude, if you dare to vomit in the car, I will throw you out."

The taxi driver was very dissatisfied. The car was his lover and he would not allow anyone to mess up his beloved.

"Don't blame me. Your car smells bad." Wayne immediately retorted that it was the taxi driver's lover who had a strong body odor.

After the interlude, Wayne continued to flip through the pages of the book where the Spirit of Vengeance was located, and got two pieces of news, good and bad.

The Spirit of Vengeance is a follower. Strictly speaking, the moment the other party becomes a Spirit of Vengeance, it is no longer a vengeful spirit, but a magical life transformed by the Book of Greed.

As Wayne's follower, servant, and summoned creature, the Spirit of Vengeance's actions all rely on Wayne's magic, and only Wayne's magic can feed the other party.

Wayne has no magic powers, and the only way he can open the Book of Greed and sign his first follower is thanks to the magic William cast on him.

Therefore, he was unable to summon and command his followers.

If the spirit of vengeance does not receive the magic power of its master for a long time, it will go crazy due to hunger until it disappears completely.

At this point the Spirit of Vengeance has two choices.

First, the Lord Eater gained freedom and wandered in the dark fog, becoming a new urban legend.

Second, wait for death on the spot, and offer the most sincere curse to the master before death.

Seeing this, Wayne felt a chill, fearing that his relatives would appear in his dreams in the middle of the night.

He comforted himself by saying that dogs are loyal and are man's best friend. How could a dog have any bad intentions? It is absolutely impossible for a dog to bite its owner.

The good news is that the contract and sacrifice have some similar effects. Wayne has gained some of the abilities of his followers, two of which are smell and supernatural perception.

There is nothing much to say about the sense of smell, dogs are the best at it. Supernatural perception is also easy to understand. In humans, it is called the sixth sense, and in dogs, it is the beast intuition.

The two abilities do not require the aid of magic to be used. The moment they are acquired, they become instinctually integrated into Wayne's life and become a habit. If he uses magic, he can further amplify the coverage and intensity of the two abilities.

Unfortunately, he can't let it go because he has no magic power.

Why does it become like this...

I opened the Book of Greed for the first time, signed my followers and became a part of the extraordinary, two happy things overlapped. And these two joys brought me more joy, and what I got was a happy time like a dream...

But why does it become like this...

Why are there only auxiliary skills and no attack skills?

Until dusk, when the taxi arrived at the warehouse district, Wayne was still feeling sorry for himself.

The newbie is weak, helpless and pitiful. In his eyes, the continuous warehouses are like a scourge lurking on the earth. Once he steps into them, he will be torn into pieces.

The Death Cult's base is at No. 66, Area F. It takes at least twenty minutes to walk there. Is there still time to learn magic now?

Wayne looked pale. Under his speechless gaze, Veronica took the lead and took a detour to the back of Warehouse 66 in Area F.

The soldiers are divided into two steps, and they are surrounded from the front and back. This is the rhythm of being caught in one fell swoop!
"Wayne, I admire your courage and your determination to fight the evil forces to the end. Even though you were scared to death, you still followed me." William raised two fingers in salute, and dragged Wayne forward with his other hand.

"The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. For the sake of justice, I am willing to contribute my humble efforts."

Wayne said weakly that he followed because he was afraid of missing Veronica and William, and he didn't know when he would meet the next magician. It was definitely not a matter of courage and faith.

"Don't panic, Veronica is very strong, and with me here, you'll be fine."

I hope there will be no death!
It has to be said that although William is a gay and has a strong ability to reshape his homosexuality, his strong body also makes him feel very safe, and Wayne feels much more at ease with him around.

And what William said was right, Veronica was indeed very powerful, with that pretty face, that small figure, and a nine-digit figure after sleeping. If anything unexpected happened, Veronica could attract all the firepower of the opponent by herself.

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It was six o'clock in the afternoon. As the sun completely sank into the sea level, sporadic street lights lit up in the warehouse area.

The fog came immediately, hazy as a veil, gently covering the entire city of Lundan.

As soon as Wayne got the supernatural sense, he had an ominous premonition because of the thin fog. His intuition told him that the night in London was really dangerous. The solution was to go home quickly, lie on the bed and seal himself with a quilt.

However, the foggy road home was very dangerous. He did not dare to walk alone at night and chose to stay with William.

"The smell of death... the barrier, it is indeed here..."

William looked at Warehouse No. 66 in Area F from afar, took out a black hooded cloak from his handbag, and covered his tall body with it.

After thinking for a while, he took out another one and handed it to Wayne. It was Veronica's black robe, which didn't fit Wayne very well.

"Follow me, and if a fight breaks out, stand aside..."

William calmly stepped into the barrier with the help of darkness and fog. It was a sparse and ordinary perception barrier with little targeting. It could only serve as a warning, indicating that the death believers gathered in the warehouse were of average strength and posed no threat.

William easily avoided the barrier's perception, but Wayne didn't need to. He had a strong aura of death, and the barrier identified him as one of its own, so it couldn't trigger the alarm, and there was no need to hide it. Wayne was thinking about the magic that the barrier could bring him. They were all magic. The Book of Greed could swallow William's magic, and it could definitely swallow the magic barrier of the death believers. He signed a contract for the second time, and maybe he could find an excellent follower and servant.

The kind that comes with its own attack skills.

The result was not the case. The Book of Greed was successfully opened, and his vision was broadened. He would not eat all kinds of food. If Wayne wanted to control this book in the future, he could only use his own magic.

The problem is back to square one, Wayne has no magic!

At this moment, Wayne wanted to be a magician more than ever.

At the door of the warehouse, William leaned against the door and listened attentively. He could be said to be bold and careful, or he could be said to lack experience in infiltration.

Wayne frowned as he watched. He was a rookie and had no right to speak. He could only think that the magician's operation was so crude.

After a moment, William heard the murmur of prayers, confirming that the believers were collectively praising the goddess of death. He quietly pushed open the door of the warehouse and ducked in.

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Wayne stared at the waving big hands, wanting to complain but afraid of disturbing the order of the venue. He looked at the warehouse area shrouded in fog, and felt that there were ghosts everywhere, so he had no choice but to follow suit and go in.

William politely closed the door, muttered something incomprehensible, and joined the chorus of believers with confidence.

……

In the center of the warehouse, about twenty people gathered together, all wearing hooded black robes.

They stood in a circle around the candles, with their fists crossed over their chests. The dim candlelight could not lengthen their shadows, and the half of their faces that were revealed were uncertain in light and dark. Coupled with the strange tone of the prayers, everything made Wayne feel extremely uncomfortable.

Judging from their style, the followers of Death are obviously not good people.

Wayne passed by the shelf, picked up a crowbar, held it in his hand, hummed and hawed, pretending to pray, and pretended to join the prayer camp.

The believers were so focused that they didn't even notice two strangers in the crowd.

Wayne pretended to praise the goddess and looked at the candle pattern, the familiar inverted triangle, not complicated.

There is no blood, no sacrifice, and no scenes of pure girls being disemboweled.

As the believers prayed devoutly, death responded to them. The light of the candles turned to darkness, the inverted triangle symbol turned dark in an instant, and eight tentacles spread out from the left and right sides, pointing to the ceiling of the warehouse and twisting in disorder.

Wayne was lost in thought as he watched. In a trance, he seemed to hear something in his ear. A low voice whispered softly, asking him if he would give everything without reservation.

Wait a minute, why does the goddess of death's voice sound so manly?

Wayne was shocked and puzzled. Could it be that the goddess of death was a man, and she chose to debut in women's clothing in order to better reap the leeks?

Wayne's distracted thoughts were interrupted and the whispers in his ears suddenly stopped. He woke up from his trance and found that the believers around him had stopped praying and were looking at him one by one.

Wayne couldn't help swallowing as he suddenly became the focus of the crowd.

Due to the dim environment and the believers covering most of their faces, Wayne could not see their expressions clearly. He could only guess at the ferocious faces and eyes filled with anger.

What was outrageous was that William joined the other side with a grin, shouting and retreating behind the crowd.

You said you would protect me!

"Intruder, this is not the place for you."

A man stood up from the crowd, probably the leader. He waved his hand and asked his companions to come forward and hold Wayne down.

Perhaps he smelled the scent of death on Wayne, he happily made a harsh statement, saying that he would let Wayne get the goddess' blessing tonight and completely transform into one of them.

Stop kidding, your goddess is a real man with a hoarse voice!
Wayne stepped back repeatedly, holding the crowbar across his chest. Seeing the believers standing still, his courage doubled.

I take it back, a crowbar is man's best friend.

Then Wayne saw the believers picking up the steel pipes from the shelves, and twenty of them walked towards him with grins.

Wayne was sweating profusely and said dryly, "It's not a big deal. It doesn't need to be a collective fight. Otherwise... let's use our fists. We can get a few years less in prison."

Bang! !

The high window at the end of the warehouse was shattered, and a slender figure jumped in, reaching the center of the warehouse at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

It was Veronica. She did not let Wayne down. While the believers were away from the candle formation, a glass jar smashed hard into the center of the inverted triangle symbol.

After the crisp cracking sound, a cloud of green mist surged up, and the vibrant green plants grew rapidly, disrupting the rhythm of death, causing the eight spider legs to wilt rapidly and all droop limply.

"Damn it, it's nature's minions!"

"Catch the heretic. She destroyed the sacred ritual. She must pay the price."

The leader was furious, and the followers yelled and changed their target, rushing towards Veronica waving steel pipes.

At this moment, the lights in the warehouse suddenly came on, and William felt the power switch on the wall.

Veronica narrowed her eyes slightly, facing the burly man number 20 rushing towards her with a steel pipe in his hand, she calmly opened her small bag and took out a delicate and small pistol in her hand.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot."

The believers stopped collectively and moved in unison. At William's shout, they put down their steel pipes while cursing and stood in a row with their hands against the wall.

Wayne: "..."

That's it, gone?
This is the cruel battle of faith, this is the battle of magicians?

What a bunch of cowards, aren't you believers of the goddess of death? You should be ready to face death. Why are you so afraid of death?

A mere passerby, that pistol has at most ten bullets, and there are twenty of you, come at her together, she can't win!
(End of this chapter)