Restarting the myth.

Chapter 73: Death Knight

Wayne quietly looked at the totem murals related to evil gods. The magic reading materials recorded that each of the evil gods in hell had the heart to destroy the world.

In contrast, darkness and death only conflict with nature, the sun, and moonlight in terms of faith, and there is no clear record that the two goddesses want to destroy the world.

Just listen to these words. There is indeed no clear record that the goddess wants to destroy the world, but it also does not say that the goddess will not destroy the world. One embraces darkness, and the other welcomes death, which makes ordinary people more or less psychologically resistant.

Nature, sun and moonlight are different. Wayne is willing to throw himself into their arms.

"Master, where are the councillors' minds?"

Seeing Wayne staring at the mural on the wall without saying a word, Abo realized that the situation was not that simple. Doreen and other eight congressmen manipulated the black forces to kidnap young girls, which was definitely not just a simple transaction of power for sex.

His heart sank, and a glimmer of hope finally rose up, but it was extinguished in an instant.

Abo waited for his master's answer, hoping that he was just overthinking it.

Wayne didn't say anything. He raised his hand and touched his bald crown. He turned around and walked to the dining table. With a backhand, he slapped a sitting congressman away.

The round table, with a diameter of five meters, has only eight seats, and the seats are spaced wide enough for an armored undead knight to stand.

But Wayne still chose to let the other party give way passively. Since there must be someone who has to take two more steps, why can't it be the congressman?

Besides, the other party didn't object.

The mitten gauntlets were attached to the dining table, and a dark circle spread out, representing the corrosive force of death that penetrated into the bone marrow. The large round table with a diameter of five meters turned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the wooden table disappeared, a magic array with a diameter of about three meters was exposed in front of Wayne and Abo.

The main body of the complex pattern is a pentagram structure drawn with blood. Corresponding to the blood totem on the wall, it is exactly a standard inverted pentagram.

As a symbol of protection and power, the pentagram is often used by magicians to cast spells. It is generally believed to represent good friendship, piety, generosity, spirituality, and chastity.

But if the pentagram is turned upside down, then sorry, all of the above will be reversed, which means losing goodness.

The opposite of goodness is evil.

The inverted pentagram is usually associated with the evil god of hell. Depending on the evil god they believe in, believers will add different symbols to the inverted pentagram magic circle.

The magic circle before them was related to the faith in blood, indicating that even if the eight councillors were not believers in blood, they were directly related to each other.

The evil god of hell should be dealt with by the Heavenly Father Church. As a reserve member of the Church of Nature and the temporary holder of Shadow Nightmare, Wayne is not professionally qualified, but since he is here, there is no reason to pretend that he saw nothing.

Besides, he was just a skeleton, and it was unlikely that the priest would give him a good look if he went to the church to seek help late at night.

Wayne memorized the pentagram magic circle firmly in his mind, waved his hand and sprinkled the corrosive breath of death. The floor tiles fell off and collapsed, rapidly turning into sand until they completely dissipated.

The well with a diameter of three meters was pitch black. Abo walked quickly forward and looked down into the abyss. It was so deep that he could not see the bottom. His scalp went numb for a moment, and he quickly took two steps back to avoid falling in.

As a beginner, Wayne only knew the basic theories of magic and could not understand the effects of the complex magic arrays. Facing Abo's inquiring eyes, he snorted coldly, "It is connected to a space channel. It only looks deep. The minds of the congressmen are all down there. They drink blood and get strong spiritual satisfaction."

Abo nodded with a vague understanding. This was much more terrifying than contraband.

"Master, can the space channel be closed?"

You ask me, who should I ask? Or you can wait a moment and I will call the teacher.

Wayne didn't say anything. He had never shown his true face in front of Abo before. He deliberately created the illusion that his master was not human. He thought it was interesting at first, and it became more and more interesting as time went on.

Wayne had no intention of revealing his true identity. He said in a deep voice, "The abyss passage has a mechanism that can be opened. If I'm not mistaken, the gang kidnapped the girl and sent her here. The congressman threw the girl into the abyss, and then... it's a bit weird. You can think of it as a bloody feast."

"Now that the magic circle is destroyed, the abyss passage will soon disappear. It doesn't matter if we just leave it alone."

It should be like this.

Wayne's basic magic theory is very solid. Based on the central guiding ideology of "no matter how things change, they remain essentially the same", he made some guesses. He admitted that there was an element of gambling involved, but it did help him grasp the key points.

Soon, a roar was heard from the dark abyss. Faintly, Abo and Wayne's thoughts were disturbed, and a magnificent illusion emerged before their eyes.

In a deep sea of ​​blood, a huge figure raised his arms and roared.

Its body is as majestic as a mountain, and its surface is covered with green scales. The densely packed scales are bathed in sticky blood, shining with a light called cruelty.

The beast had horns on its head that spiraled backwards, and its eyes were wide open and as red as magma. Its roar echoed like thunder, causing the entire sea of ​​blood to roll and shake, stirring up huge red waves that turned into red waterfalls.

If you look closely, you will find that there is not only a giant beast in the sea of ​​blood, but also a number of shabby ships that look like toys around the giant beast. If the sea of ​​blood is compared to the giant beast's bathtub, these ships are the little yellow duck toys.

But obviously, this sea of ​​blood is the hunting ground of giant beasts, and he is the only ruler.

One after another, the dilapidated ships were overturned by the huge crocodile-like tail, and the broken wooden boards slowly sank, as if there were living creatures rising and falling on the sea, reaching out to the sky for help.

The giant beast glared at Wayne, its roar echoing in the sea of ​​blood, venting its power wantonly and conveying to Wayne an irresistible fate.

Wayne disrupted the ritual and was doomed to become its blood meal.

Wayne: (▔皿▔)
It's just a harsh remark, who can't do that?
If you have the guts, come up!
Wayne projected a spatial phantom with his mind. A skeleton knight in armor stepped into the sea of ​​blood. His huge figure cast an infinite shadow. He looked down at the giant beast from above, slowly drew out his sword and slashed down.

The phantom has no lethality, but it expresses Wayne's will. He will never give in to provocation and threats.

That’s right, it’s me, my name remains unchanged, the Death Knight!
I have come here on the orders of the Goddess of Death, only to eradicate evil and promote positive energy. If you don't agree, you can go and argue with the goddess.

After saying that, Wayne directly cut off the live broadcast and took Abo's mind out of the blood sea illusion.

Wayne didn't know what was going on in the blood sea, he just knew it was too exciting to pretend to be cool and then run away.

Benefiting from the vest, Wayne thought that the more of this thing the better, and after the goddess granted him another prayer of the Lord of the Void, he began to pray to the goddess to grant him the second and third pieces of divine equipment.

He didn't mention any goddess directly, he's not picky about any of them.

Abo was still stunned by the illusion of the sea of ​​blood. The experiences of the past few days broadened his horizons instantly. He took too big a step and strained his corpus cavernosum. His worldview was being reshaped.

Wayne looked down at the deep well. The magic circle was destroyed, and the space channel connecting to the blood faith dissipated on its own, revealing the true appearance of the well.

The dry well is about seven or eight meters deep and three meters wide in diameter. Neatly arranged wooden crosses are embedded in the brick and stone walls of the well. Some of the crosses are empty, while others are nailed with emaciated women, and more are dried-up corpses like mummies.

Blood dripped down the cross, and the bottom of the well was a fetid quagmire of blood and mud. Eight long black snakes were roaming at the bottom of the well, shaking their heads and hissing, just like cats encountering catnip.

The surface of the poisonous snake is covered with black scales, which reflect red blood when illuminated by light.

They sensed the light and quickly came to their senses, spitting out their tongues to warn the heavens.

The eight poisonous snakes correspond to eight congressmen, and their minds are residing in the bodies of the snakes.

Evil door!

It’s really weird!

Wayne didn't know much about evil gods, and this was the first time he had seen the evil god of hell. With the indifferent attitude of "if you don't understand, then forget it", he waved his hand and spread a breath of death.

The gray fog transformed into eight gray snakes, chasing the black venomous snakes and fighting each other. At first, the venomous snakes dared to resist, but when they found that their bites had no effect on the other party, and every time the other party bit them, their bodies would quickly rot and expose their bones, and they fled in pain.

They chased and ran until the eight poisonous snakes were covered with wounds and rolled and curled up in pain in the bloody mud.

"Their minds are trapped inside the snake's body. The severe pain makes it impossible for them to stay awake, and they are unable to end the ritual and return to their bodies."

Wayne spoke slowly: "My face is not suitable for being seen by others. These girls are left to you. Send those who can be saved to the hospital, and the rest..."

"Handle it your way!"

After saying that, he turned and left the restaurant.

Abo nodded, quickly jumped down the deep well, rescued the victims from the cross, and laid them flat on the carpet in the dining room.

Looking at this place full of sin, Abo shook his head in disappointment. He thought of someone and quickly came to the living room of the mansion. He first called an ambulance from the hospital and then made another call in a deep voice.

"Boss, it's me."

"Bo, is that you? Is it really you? Damn it, where did you go? Everyone thought you were sacrificed. I almost believed it!" The person on the other end of the phone cursed loudly, but his joy was not concealed in his words.

"I'm sorry, boss. I'm indeed dead. Perry filled the hole with cement and threw it into the Tame River." Abo calmly stated the facts.

The person on the other end of the phone was Abo's superior, Officer Green. Perry was right when he said that if you want to climb up, you must have the support of a noble person. Officer Green was Abo's noble person and gave him great help.

For example, taking the blame.

"Bo, what are you talking about, if you were dead, who would be calling me?"

"I can't go into details about the case. Remember that case? I'm at Councillor Doreen Johnny's house now. Bring along the people you trust the most. The address is..."

"Damn it, tell me clearly, why are you in the congressman's house? Do you want me to take the blame?"

Ignoring Green's roar, Abo calmly hung up the phone after giving the address. He searched around the living room, dug out a pack of cigarettes, lit them up, and sat on the sofa to smoke.

The cigarette butt flickered, and Abo's pale face was full of confusion.

He didn't want to have contact with the past, but now that things had come to this, he had to do it.

In order to seek justice for the victim, he must find someone he can trust, but if he can contact the boss today, he can contact Timmy tomorrow. Once the rules are broken, people will only relax their requirements on themselves step by step.

Is it right or wrong to do this?

If the owner finds out, will he be angry?

……

Half an hour later, more than ten police cars surrounded Congressman Dorling's mansion.

Officer Green stared at the ambulance driving away with an expressionless face, his expression frighteningly gloomy. Besides that, stretchers wrapped in white cloth were carried out from the basement one after another.

There were also eight members of parliament who had crooked mouths and squinting eyes and were unconscious. Occasionally they would wake up and immediately let out heart-wrenching screams.

Green held the account book in his arms and refused to give it to anyone, insisting on keeping it close to him. He mobilized police forces to block a row of eight luxury houses. All officers were equipped with live ammunition and were allowed to shoot freely if they saw a suspicious target approaching.

Officer Green was in a very bad mood. The case was too complicated and there was a traitor within the police station. He had to take the blame even if he didn't want to. When he thought of the pressure he would soon face, he couldn't help but curse.

Green didn't see Abo, he only saw wet footprints, a damp sofa, and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"Hello, Officer Green."

A black car stopped outside the cordon. Several men in black suits got out of the car, showed their internal police station credentials, and quickly came up to Officer Green.

"Why so slow?"

Green expressed his dissatisfaction, and then said: "The altar and the incomprehensible portrait are in the basement. I know the rules. You are professionals. I will not ask anything. I only have one question."

"Please speak." The man in black put on white gloves and let several colleagues go ahead.

"Half a year ago, the senior inspector Bo Phillips who was investigating this case disappeared. I received a call from him tonight and he said he had solved everything, but he told me that he was dead. Could you please give me an explanation from a professional?" Green said irritably.

The man in black was silent for a moment. "Generally speaking, when a person dies, he is really dead, but there are some exceptions. I'm sorry that I can't give you a reasonable explanation."

"So, even though Officer Phillips died, he's back?"

"It's not impossible to describe it this way..."

The man in black crossed his fingers and made the white gloves fit snugly between his fingers. "Officer Green, we are old acquaintances. Let me tell you something you may not like. Officer Phillips's return is more difficult than the case we encountered today."

"What do you mean, someone who looks down on me?"

"No, please don't get me wrong. I am not questioning Officer Phillips' professionalism. He is an excellent police officer and deserves everyone's admiration, but..."

The man in black changed the subject: "No one knows why he came back. Generally speaking, we will prepare for the worst. We cannot rule out the possibility that he has become an evil spirit and is secretly controlled by some terrifying existence. If you meet Officer Phillips one day, please keep your distance from him."

Green waved his hands irritably and thanked the professional for the reminder. It was nice words, but too harsh to hear.

The man in black nodded and went into the basement. Green came to the street outside the door. He was in a bad mood and leaned against the corner to smoke.

"Boss!"

"..."

A familiar voice came from the other side of the corner, and Green's hand trembled as he lit the cigarette.

He didn't shout loudly. He tried to stay calm, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a long puff of white smoke: "Bo, are you really dead?"

"It's absolutely true. You can confirm it if you turn around."

"Forget it, you must look very ugly now..."

"There are some."

"Want a cigarette?"

"Give me the whole bag."

"..."

The two men leaned against the wall and smoked. Neither of them had any intention of meeting each other face to face. They spoke in low voices, and there was no sadness in their words. Green also asked about the water temperature at the bottom of the Thame River.

The atmosphere was extremely warm, as if returning to the past, until Green changed the subject.

"What about Timmy? What about her? Will you call her?"

"I don't know...I really don't know..."

(End of this chapter)