Restarting the myth.

Chapter 63 Don’t contact me anymore, I’m afraid the goddess will misunderstand me

"who?"

Sidney spoke with a cold face and spoke quickly, just wanting to end this conversation immediately.

The Lord of the Void, the former legendary wizard Marshall, was once Sidney's pride. He was very proud that he had a teacher at the legendary wizard level. But later on, as everyone knows, he wished he could go back in time and shoot himself.

Shit, stop laughing, this old guy is going to kill you!

Sidney wanted to distance himself from his teacher, but unfortunately it was not up to him. Not to mention the master-disciple relationship, the teacher's stain was his stain, and he could not withstand the relentless pursuit of his political opponents.

All he learned came from his teacher, who could always find him anywhere and at any time.

Sidney was very puzzled. Other legendary wizards went crazy and plunged into the astral universe, never leaving their homes until their minds completely went crazy and dissipated. But his teacher didn't do that. He left a mark of the statue and would go home from time to time to chat with his students.

When the news first came out that the teacher had gone mad and betrayed the church, Sidney was skeptical, suspecting that this was a case of political persecution and that the people above had started the infighting that they were best at.

The teacher just has a somewhat eccentric personality, but at heart he is a magician with firm beliefs.

It was not until Marshall's token was twisted into a golden statue and he changed his name and called himself the Lord of the Void that Sidney became convinced. He tried to throw away the statue, but it would come back to him every time.

When they met for the first time, Sidney made a clear distinction between the two: a devout believer would never associate with a traitor, and they should not contact each other in the future, as he was afraid that the goddess of nature would misunderstand him.

The Lord of the Void smiled and told Sidney an address where several boxes of magic books were buried, detailing how to be promoted from a golden wizard to a legendary wizard.

Sidney could not resist the temptation, and although he said he would not go, his body honestly arrived at the target address. He dug up the precious magic book, and when he could not throw away the golden statue, he hid it in the void created by his mind.

When they met for the second time, Sidney said the same thing: don't contact me anymore, for fear that the goddess would misunderstand.

The Lord of the Void still smiled back, and this time sent a few pieces of parchment, which recorded the knowledge behind the Gate of Truth, including the life magic that the Church of Nature had been studying.

Sidney was silent for a long time, then shamefully called out for the teacher.

For the third time, the Lord of the Void began to make demands.

Of course, he prides himself on being an excellent mentor who loves his students and won't force anything on them, so Sidney can refuse.

Sidney wanted to refuse, but he knew that he could not afford the cost of refusal. Once the news of his contact with the traitor spread, the church would not let him go.

In the least serious cases, a wanted order may be issued, with several sects offering a reward together, attracting the disgusting bounty hunters of the Free Mage Alliance. In the most serious cases, the person may be directly escorted to the Red Leaf Forest Lunatic Asylum, where he will be given a private room all to himself.

Sidney knew the Red Leaf Forest Asylum too well. It was a damn place where anyone with no mental problems would go crazy if locked up there.

At first, the Lord of the Void's request was not excessive and not difficult. After repeated requests, the Lord of the Void asked him to secretly send the statue out of Lundan.

Sidney immediately and strongly refused. It was impossible. There was no way. He lowered his head in the sneer of the Lord of the Void, silently took the statue and sent it away.

He remembered clearly that the delivery location was not in Windsor, but the damn Geocentric Cult was established in the town of Enroard, and even carried out large-scale sacrifices in a cruel way.

That time, the Lord of the Void told Sidney that this was the teacher's last request to the student and he would never bother him again.

Sidney remained noncommittal, considering that the statues had been sent away and this should be the last time.

Today, the idols are reunited.

The old man is so bad, he never tells the truth!
Sidney regretted deeply that he should not have dug the box at that time.

"His name is Wayne, that should be his name. He is a magician apprentice, most likely from Lundan. He lived in Enroard Town some time ago..."

The statue flashed and put a headshot in front of Sidney: "Find him, but don't kill him. Bring him here. I want to see him."

Sidney didn't ask why. He memorized the face in the photo and said in a low voice, "Marshall, this is the last time!"

"Of course, I swear."

"..."

Sidney lowered his head in silence, feeling extremely desolate in his heart. There are only zero times and countless times of cheating, so there is no way there would be a last time.

No, he had to think of a way. If he didn't get rid of this bastard's entanglement, he would be dead.

There are ways, such as the Red Leaf Forest Lunatic Asylum, but the operation is too complicated, and if he is not careful, he will fall into it.

Sidney had considered it before, but gave up because the risk was too great. This time, the Geocentric Cult incident made his scalp tingle. Compared to being killed by the Lord of the Void, the risk index of the Red Leaf Forest Asylum immediately dropped.

Anyway, the worst outcome is ending up in a mental hospital, so why shouldn’t I take the initiative?
"Haha, my student, you seem to be troubled?" The Lord of the Void laughed sinisterly.

What is my trouble? Don’t you know?
Sidney said coldly: "There are some troubles. The Death Knight left Paris for some reason. He is now in Lendan. Witnesses have seen his horse and sword." "Impossible!" the Lord of the Void asserted.

"Teacher, you seem to know something?"

A teacher when there is something to do, a Marshall when there is nothing to do, his moral bottom line is very flexible.

Sidney raised his eyebrows. Although the old man was a bastard, he had to admit that he was good at intelligence.

"The Death Knight's head was stolen. He is now helpless and has to obey the orders of others. He has already turned his back on death."

The Lord of the Void said enthusiastically: "The once invincible Death Knight is now just a prisoner at the mercy of others. His honor, his pride, and his freedom have all been taken away. My student, do you know how wonderful the world outside the God's Chosen Continent is?"

Sidney swallowed his saliva, deeply surprised by the Lord of the Void's words, and asked impatiently: "Where are you, and what did you see?"

"Hahaha, I have seen the true nature of God. My student, your faith is worthless. Don't believe in it anymore..."

"shut up!"

Sidney's face turned pale, and he turned and walked away quickly: "I will find that person for you, and I hope you will fulfill your promise. This is the last time. Otherwise, I would rather die with you than let you control me again."

“Hehehe——”

The golden light of the statue faded, and it murmured, "The awakened ones are gathering together. Under His protection and guidance, the faith in the gods is vulnerable..."

"My student, you'd better step into the legend as soon as possible. A new era is coming."

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Ta-ta-ta-ta!

In the foggy cemetery, the sound of iron hooves was crisp and loud, shattering the silence and injecting a touch of fresh vitality.

If you don't look at the face, it is indeed true.

The atmosphere became even more gloomy because of the looks.

Wayne was wearing the Death Knight's skin, riding an undead horse, walking a ghost dog, wielding a bone sword, and chasing after skeleton rabbits in the grass.

Once you learn to chase a rabbit like a dog, there’s no turning back!

Regardless of whether the Death Knight's status was lowered, Wayne was happy. He was happy, and Yulia and Abin were also happy.

Swish!
A white light flashed, and the skeleton rabbit instantly broke into pieces. Three seconds later, the skeleton reassembled and continued to jump in the grass.

Wayne was a little bored and turned to look at the pile of graves with towering tombstones. If he remembered correctly, burial was popular here, and the dead's head faced east, implying resurrection at sunrise.

It is impossible for the sunrise to happen, but there is a hairy moon.

Wayne raised the Shadow Nightmare and held it high above his head. A white light flashed, and a cold and gloomy breath of death surged.

The ripples passed by quickly, and the cemetery was silent for a moment. The next second, one by one, leaky figures responded to the call, pushed open the rotten coffins and crawled out from underground.

Kaka!

Ka La La——

Under the dim moonlight, the Death Knight, riding on his warhorse, divided hundreds of skeleton soldiers into two camps and led one to fight against the other.

"Brothers, rush!"

"Ahhhhh——"
Otherwise, will we rush into the city of Lundan and cause a river of blood to flow?

"Master, your riding skills are getting better and better, you are really a genius." Abin praised. It can be seen that Yulia enjoyed being ridden very much.

"It's OK. I've kept myself in good shape and don't have any extra fat."

Wayne shook his skull head and complained about himself, saying that the Death Knight's vest was good in every way except for its lack of desire.

He didn't understand yesterday, but he finally figured it out today. He has no hormones, just a big empty head. His smart IQ occupies the high ground, so naturally he has no worldly desires.

After a fierce battle, Wayne chopped the last skeleton soldier to pieces with one sword. He felt a little bored and thought it was better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone, so he looked towards the direction outside the cemetery.

Is it possible to parade the streets with skeleton soldiers at night and create a new urban legend with your own hands?
(End of this chapter)