Restarting the myth.

Chapter 69: A more ruthless person came over there
July 7, night.

A black car stopped at the door of Wayne Detective Agency. The servant knocked on the door according to the secret code of two short and one long knocks. After three times, the birdcage covered with black cloth was put down.

There was also a large bag of rat strips.

Wayne climbed over the wall and carried the birdcage into the house. He was speechless. Where did the secret code come from? Was it Veronica who gave it to him, or was it the servant who added the plot?

A little unique, but with a lot of drama.

He placed the bird cage on his desk, lifted the black cloth and saw the real little gem.

It is still that fresh and refined face, which makes people clench their fists.

Wayne opened the birdcage and the snowy owl came out by itself. It didn't like the cramped cage, so it turned its head 270 degrees, looking for a suitable place to land.

After looking around, the only suitable one is Wayne's head.

Flap your wings and take off...

Wayne pressed his head down.

Where are you flying to?
Wayne looked down at Snowy Owl with a look of contempt, took out a rat strip and handed it to him: "From today on, your name is Axue, do you understand?"

Owls are night-time carrier birds bred by the Three Goddesses Alliance. They possess extraordinary intelligence and can understand the language of magicians. After developing sufficient tacit understanding, owls can communicate directly with their owners.

The Snowy Owl is a veteran among carrier birds. It has a face that asks for a beating, but it has not been killed after all these years. It should be smarter.

Wayne held the rat strip and waited. As long as the other party spoke, he would accept the name.

Snow Owl didn't say anything, but squinted at Wayne. Its extraordinary temperament made Wayne's fists itch. He snorted coldly and said, "There are two kinds of acceptance. One is that you do it decently, and the other is that I help you do it decently. Be honest, and don't force me to let the dogs bite you."

The Snowy Owl still didn't speak, but closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

"Abin, come in."

Wayne was happy. If it happened to any other magician, it would be a good thing for the carrier pigeon to have the same personality as its master, but if it happened to him, one of him and the snowy owl must change for the better today.

When Abin heard his master calling, he waggled his tail and ran happily into the office from the back door. He sniffed the smell of rat strips in the air and immediately looked disgusted.

The Snowy Owl stared at Abin in a daze with its golden eyes wide open, an anthropomorphic expression of surprise on its little round face.

"Give it some power..."

Wayne stopped talking halfway. It was because the snowy owl opened its mouth, grabbed the mouse strip, raised its legs and pressed it with its claws, and began to eat it slowly.

So fast!

You are such a coward!

Wayne felt that he had chosen the wrong carrier bird. With his personality, he would never yield to torture without even a frown.

"Master, are you going to continue walking the dog tonight?" Abin asked expectantly.

"I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll take a walk. I'll go to the cemetery in the first half of the night and then to the subway station in the second half of the night."

Wayne planned to walk through the sewers tonight. The sewers in Lundang are nearly 2000 kilometers long, with separate rainwater and sewage, and very spacious flood control and drainage channels. Due to the complex terrain, the sewer committee that coordinated the construction and management had no idea what their underground looked like. Often, they would end up walking from the sewers to the air-raid shelter, and then turn around and find themselves at the subway station.

Wayne was very much looking forward to this uncultivated virgin land and fantasized about galloping on horseback in the sewers.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. He plans to open up a few routes tonight, and then gradually develop new routes, so that when he is chased by a strong enemy one day, he can get rid of the enemy in the sewer.

Wayne: No one knows sewers better than me!

"Axue, you stay here to look after the house tonight. The rat strips are on the table. Remember not to eat too much."

In the backyard, Wayne gave an order and raised his hand in the air. The agile undead warhorse jumped out from the gap in the thick fog.

He mounted his warhorse and shook his head, but before he could pull out the Shadow Nightmare, his entire body was covered by a grey vortex, turning him into a death knight with a skull head.

Abin jumped out of the courtyard wall, and Wayne followed on horseback, leaving Axue squatting at the backyard door.

A pair of big eyes were wide open.

"Death...Knight..."

"He's the Death Knight?!"

"Impossible. His magic is so pure and has never been tainted by death. How could he be the proudest knight of death? He should be the most outstanding one favored by God."

Axue murmured, speculating to herself, "Perhaps this is how the Knights of God are, able to perfectly conceal their own beliefs. The Death Knight appeared in Lundan and secretly infiltrated the Church of Nature... Should I remind them?"

"Forget it, it's not the Church of the Sun, what does it have to do with me?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Axue felt a strong sense of crisis. It was no coincidence that he was chosen by the Death Knight to become his messenger bird.

The Death Knight found the base of the Sun Goddess believers, saw through its identity, and prepared to use it to take action against the Sun Church.

"That's not right. If that's the case, there's no need for him to expose himself..."

"Besides, I was willing to come out with him."

Axue's little round face showed anthropomorphic confusion. It was okay to be right or wrong. This question was too difficult and she couldn't figure it out.

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cemetery.

Wayne rode his horse at full speed. His strong learning ability and nimble body without any excess fat enabled him to learn superior riding skills in a short period of time. He became an expert in riding almost without any instruction.

The sparring partners were old men and women who stayed up late at night. Seeing that they were energetic and emotionally stable, I thought they had no complaints.

Wayne made rapid progress, which was certainly due to Yulia's own characteristics. He could walk on rivers, lakes, cliffs as if they were flat ground. The undead warhorse ensured that its owner would not fall off the horse, which also proved Wayne's talent.

A talent for death!

There is a reason why the followers of the Goddess of Death came to the door and one of the three agents of the Goddess, Observer Griu, personally came out to recruit them.

If the previous Death Knight dies, Wayne has a great chance of becoming the new Death Knight.

Without further ado, Wayne mastered riding skills in the cemetery and figured out how to use Shadow Nightmare. With Yulia's guidance, he only had to copy the work of his predecessor.

The death in Wayne's body is not single, but can be broken down into two kinds of eternity.

One comes from Shadow Nightmare, focusing on curses, controlling thoughts, and making the enemy's mind fall into an eternal nightmare.

The other comes from the small town of Cafno, focusing on tranquility. This tranquility is like suspending time, keeping the enemy's mind at the moment when he was hit by the sword.

Compared to these two powerful death attributes that directly attack the mind, other attributes such as awakening the dead, corrupting the flesh, and immortality are more like additional effects.

It all comes down to the same old saying: thinking is the key.

Victory is achieved by severely damaging the enemy's mind, and there are many ways to die depending on your own mind.

"Unfortunately, my magic power is not strong enough, and my thinking is not enough. Even if I get the bonus, I can't fully exert the power of the two kinds of death." Wayne said regretfully.

With the encouragement from those who licked the dog and the horse, he quickly cheered up.

No more talking, it’s time to roll it up, only by rolling it up can we open up a new world. …

At this moment, outside the cemetery, more than a dozen figures were hidden in the mist.

With the help of the cover of fog, they blend perfectly into nature. Their aura is restrained and leak-proof. Unless you observe them face to face with the naked eye, you cannot sense their presence at all.

The leading priestess was Simon Emily. She took off her priest robes, put on a light and capable outfit, and led the scalpel elites of Lundan to investigate the cemetery.

Simon has surrendered to Sphy and to show his loyalty, he cut his long hair and changed it to the same short hairstyle as Sphy.

Just cutting hair is not enough to gain Xifei's trust, so she gave Simon a task. The cemetery here was haunted in the middle of the night, the coffins showed signs of being moved, the soil had been turned over, and there was a suspected Death Knight riding a horse nearby. Simon was asked to confirm the reliability of the information.

So, Simon, who rarely left the office, came to the front line and carefully selected the ten scalpels she thought were the best.

The Londan Division was established later than the Paris Division, and the inherited Scalpel Organization was much weaker. In addition, the Dark Knight had been rampant some time ago, and the Scalpel Organization of Londan had suffered heavy losses. Simon had few choices and could only pick the best from the worst.

It is impossible to fight a Death Knight alone, unless in a dream. In a dream, it is possible to return triumphantly with the Death Knight's head in your hand.

The reality is that the Death Knight chopped off everyone's heads and lined them up on the fence.

Xifei knew, and Simon also knew, that tonight's action was nothing more than a token of allegiance. It was not enough to just talk, but they had to show their sincerity.

If she encounters the Death Knight's warhorse, Simon can retreat at any time without punishment. Not only is there no punishment, but there is also a reward. She brought back crucial information.

Simon looked at the cemetery not far away where the wind was blowing coldly, and made a silent gesture. The ten members of the Scalpel Team dispersed their ranks, hid their bodies, and engaged in exploration and vigilance work respectively.

Low risk does not mean no risk. Simon always keeps this in mind. Only timid magicians can live longer.

A scalpel elite placed his hands on the ground, connected his mind to the vegetation, magnified his vision through the roots of the vegetation, and explored the situation in the cemetery from all angles.

In my perception, the cemetery is surrounded by lush greenery, but the center of the cemetery is pitch black. My vision is blocked and I can't break through this layer of darkness.

It is understandable that there is more or less the breath of death lingering in the cemetery. Living things reject this breath and subconsciously stay away from it, so it is reasonable that they cannot see it clearly.

At Simon's signal, the scalpel elite took out a glass bottle, poured the pollen into the palm of his hand and gently blew it away.

The pollen that is invisible to the naked eye is drifting, guiding the elites' vision to successfully enter the cemetery.

During the entire process, no one used magic, and as far as infiltration was concerned, they were all well-deserved experts.

"Hohohoho——"

A strange wind whistled across the ground, rippling the green grass and making rustling sounds. The shadows of the trees shook violently, alerting the group to the approaching danger.

The Scalpel Elite whispered, "There is an undead dog, which is basically the same as the vicious dog next to the Death Knight in the intelligence. Three months ago, there was an urban legend about this vicious dog in the city of Lundan. The first time was in a pet shelter, but this intelligence needs to be verified."

The elite told the intelligence expressionlessly, waiting for Simon's next command.

"Can we see more?" Simon suppressed his surprise. He wanted to confirm the whereabouts of the undead horse, but he was afraid that his men had really seen the Death Knight.

"There's only the undead hound. It seems to have sensed my sight and is searching around. Now is the best time to retreat." said the elite.

"retreat!"

Simon did not hesitate.

Tonight's mission was declared completed. It was confirmed that the undead dogs really existed, and an important piece of information was also brought back.

There are many magical creatures wandering in the thick fog of Lundan. When night falls, the fog provides shelter for these magical creatures.

Several churches joined forces to eliminate batches of magical life forms, and set up barriers to ensure the safety of citizens at night. However, there are always some magical life forms that sneak into the city of Lundan through the cracks, and the undead dogs may be one of them.

It occupies the cemetery and regards it as its territory.

As for why the Undead Hound is involved with the Death Knight, perhaps it is because bones always attract each other.

Simon sensed the crisis and didn't want to stay long, so he retreated directly with the Scalpel Elite. She walked in the middle and was responsible for being protected.

"Hohohoho——"

Along with a low roar, the omnipresent fog rolled violently, gathering from afar to the vicinity of the cemetery, and transformed into wandering poisonous snakes, twisting and searching for something.

The group stopped and tried their best to hide their breath, but the fog is not just for sensing and detection, it can also be used for a certain degree of observation on the physical level.

Several meticulous elites immediately realized that they had been exposed and that the howling of the undead dogs was calling for something.

"Retreat immediately!"

Two elites set up Simon, who showed a moving sense of combat, and the remaining elites joined forces to open the protective barrier, pushing away the fog like cutting through thorns to speed up the evacuation.

With rich combat experience and decisive execution, if nothing unexpected happens, they will definitely be able to evacuate safely tonight.

Wow!
The misty venomous snakes twisted into sharp claws, gnawing at the protective barrier like canine fangs. Every impact left visible scratches on the barrier.

In just ten seconds, hundreds of scratches appeared.

The magic power of the elites declined rapidly, and the terrifying undead hounds became powerful, especially the ability to control the fog, which was simply unbelievably strong.

In terms of strength, the Undead Hound is not only a magical creature born in the mist, but also has the blessing of the Death Knight.

Click!

Bloody mouths tore at the barrier with increasing force and fierceness. The elites realized that someone had to stay behind to cover their retreat. They ignored the pale-faced Simon, and five of them stayed behind while the other five tried their best to break out.

Of course, they still brought their nominal leader Simon with them.

boom!
The moment the barrier was broken, tangled vines burst out from the soil and grew into giants over ten meters tall, propping up the mist to block the bites of fierce dogs coming from all directions.

The afterimage rushed across the ground and rushed towards the edge of the thick fog.

The elites analyzed that the fog controlled by the undead dogs existed within a certain range. If they successfully broke through it, they could leave the area dominated by the undead dogs and then better launch a counterattack.

The elites left behind were not in a hurry, as they had experienced more dangerous situations. The reason why the high priest was able to escape from the Dark Knight's pursuit was because of the scalpel mechanism.

Suddenly, the fog dissipated and the hazy moonlight poured down.

The pressure was greatly reduced and the terrifying atmosphere came to an abrupt end. The five elites who were left behind looked at the vicious dog in front of them in surprise, not understanding why the other party stopped attacking.

What surprised them even more was that their colleagues, who had managed to escape with great difficulty, retreated even faster than before and carried Priest Simon back.

Do you have to be so excessive? We have tried our best to give you the opportunity to break through. Can't you cherish it?

Faced with the angry gazes of their colleagues, the five people who turned back were extremely helpless.

I went in the wrong direction, and there was a more ruthless guy coming over there, so I couldn't get out.

In the moonlight, the sound of horse hooves is crisp.

The Death Knight stood sideways on his warhorse, a skull head surrounded by black mist and a pair of dancing white flames looking towards them.

A heavy voice sounded:
"Don't leave, stay and have another dish!"

(End of this chapter)