Restarting the myth.

Chapter 99 Master’s Mission

The hot wind swept through the invisible spores, and green light that was invisible to the naked eye scattered in all directions.

Marina turned and left, waving her hand to signal everyone to shoot.

Sporadic gunshots were heard, and more were screams of terror. Marina's heart skipped a beat and she turned around suddenly, holding the submachine gun and looking.

She felt very heavy and her feet seemed to be stuck in a swamp. She forced herself to turn around and lost her balance, falling to the ground.

Marina looked in horror at the fungi rising from her body. They were pale and slender, with a grayish-white surface and clear lines on the back, and the color was as black as ink.

The ground was covered with vines at some point, spreading at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, they wrapped around the soldiers' bodies and bound them in place, unable to move.

Their skin is exposed to the air, and the hair follicles grow into white umbrellas, shielding their ears and eyes and covering their mouths and noses.

A scene of thriving life suddenly appeared, draining their vitality. They dropped their arms powerlessly one by one until their entire bodies were completely submerged in white.

He is a magician!
Marina raised her hand to pull the trigger to kill Laverne, but she lost sight of him. Fungi grew rapidly, pushing open her mouth and nose to get out. Before she could struggle, she lost consciousness due to intense fatigue.

Wayne stood in the corner and shook his head silently. Although he knew that this would happen sooner or later, as an outsider, he would rather the Bart family kill each other.

At least the death had some value.

After defeating a group of ambushes, Wayne continued to move forward. He waved his hand to push away a patch of spores, and learned without any instruction to use plants to broaden his vision.

Wayne did not formally study the magic of the Church of Nature, but developed several sets of formulas on his own based on the descriptions in the books.

The formula is not complicated and the answer can be easily derived by solving the problem.

This is the case for Wayne. With the help of the Book of Greed, he can easily cast magic that is linked to faith. If it were other magicians, the formula for solving the problem would undoubtedly be much more complicated.

……

In the center of the interconnected corridor, the hot environment is like fire, and the red walls flicker, just like a silently beating heart.

If the complex rock mass is the heart, then the extending cave passages are the blood vessels.

After countless years of silence, the flesh and blood turned into hard stone, and the blood settled in it, but the burning vitality remained unextinguished.

At the deepest part of the rock mass, representing the location of the ventricle, complex magic arrays are stacked one upon another, with each layer separated by ten centimeters, for a total of nine meters.

The magic circle is like a funnel from top to bottom. The top magic circle draws in fiery air waves, and bright red lines penetrate through layer after layer of magic circles and descend, precipitating the purest golden juice.

Reshape Dragon Blood!

The middle-aged man guarding the magic circle was wearing a black robe. He made a deal with the devil and not only regained his youth, but also gained the magic power of blood.

Myron Butt.

But at this moment, Mr. Bart had nothing to do with the word youth. His hair was gray and his body was like a dead tree. The scorching environment baked him into a mummy. His bulging eyeballs were yellow and the pupils were invisible, making it hard to believe that he was still alive.

The only reason he is still alive is because of the power he exchanged from the devil.

The blue-black blood vessels on the dead tree's body were wriggling, and earthworms were burrowing in and out under its skin, causing him to feel extremely painful and uneasy, but it also relieved the heat that was burning his soul.

I can only say that it is painful and happy.

Bart was very regretful at this time, he did get his youth, the devil did not break his promise, but the devil also did not say that he had to sell all his youth!
The devil doesn't sell anything that can make him regretful. Now that things have come to this, Bart can only go down this path and pray that the devil can fulfill his final promise.

There were sporadic footsteps.

Bart turned his head with difficulty, his eyelids cutting through his dry eyeballs, and saw a group of soldiers armed with live ammunition, led by his daughter Heidi.

Heidi couldn't resist the heat, so she threw away her coat and wore only a white shirt. She looked at the complicated magic circle, her eyes flashed with greed, and then she looked at the black-robed magician who was sitting there.

"Father, I finally found you."

"Heidi, you shouldn't be here..."

Bart said hoarsely, "As you can see, this is the outcome of a deal with the devil. It's not that I don't want to share it with you, but the family needs someone to carry on the legacy. You are the most outstanding heir of this generation. Leave and be a good businessman. Don't set foot in the world of magic."

"I'm afraid this won't work!"

Heidi's face was filled with enthusiasm, and she raised her hand and brushed across her belly. "The faith of blood made love with me in my dream. Give me the dragon blood, and I will give birth to a child of God. This will bring unprecedented prosperity to our family."

Bart was silent and didn't know how to respond. He tried to stop his daughter, but unfortunately, she still came over.

Making a deal with the devil is like handjob.

We all know that this is wrong, happiness is only temporary, continuing will only hurt yourself, it is still not too late to stop now, but no one can resist that brief temptation, every second of happiness counts.

Afterwards, they would fall into immense self-blame and regret.

Like Bart, he longed for youth and gave the devil an opportunity. After the deal, he learned the devil's entire plan and tried his best to push his daughter to a safe area.

It’s not that he loves his daughter so much, but his two sons are too useless. In order to ensure the inheritance of the family, he has to do this.

"So this is the answer to the mystery. An old father who regrets making a deal with the devil, a daughter who is getting deeper and deeper into trouble, and an evil god who wants to descend upon the world."

A voice interrupted the father and daughter.

Kerr walked into the ventricle from another corridor, breathing heavily, unbuttoning his shirt and complaining about the terrible environment.

The soldiers pointed their guns at Kerr, and at Heidi's command, the sound of bullets being fired continued.

After firing a volley of bullets, Kerr stood there unharmed. He shook his arms, which were gradually becoming transparent, and disappeared on the spot with a smile.

Then, another Kerr came out and said to everyone with a smile: "Don't shoot. It's so hot. If the gun explodes, you will only hurt yourselves."

"I didn't ambush you..."

Heidi's face turned pale, her eyes were filled with bloodshot, and after a low growl, she tore open the white shirt on her chest.

Her round shape was not revealed. Green scales covered her chest, and her whole body swelled up, turning into a giant crocodile walking on two legs.

In a way, this is also a dragon.

After being demonized, Heidi's body was over three meters tall, her body was covered with scales, and her limbs were strong and powerful. She waved her claws to grab a soldier, and opened her bloody mouth to bite off a piece of him.

The remaining soldiers showed no reaction at all, as if they were hypnotized, and loaded their submachine guns with bullets.

Keer's expression was solemn: "Look at your ugliness. The evil god of hell also has aesthetic sense. He will not give you the opportunity to give birth to an evil spirit. He will only occupy your body. Wake up, it's not too late to let go now."

Heidi roared angrily, greatly stimulated by the truth. She waved her claws in bloody waves and slammed towards Kerr.

Kerr deflected the phantom and teased Heidi, who only knew how to use brute force, like a bullfight. At the same time, he did not forget to open the scars and rub salt into them, mocking Heidi's wishful thinking.

Like Heidi, many beauties believe that their beauty and wisdom can win the favor of the devil, but they don’t know that the devil never lacks beautiful lovers.

"Succubus, do you know that? That's a real beauty."

As he was talking, Kerr couldn't go on, and complained that the evil god of hell had also been brainwashed by the public's aesthetic taste.

The secular hell will end sooner or later!

"Hohohoho——"

Heidi roared angrily, grabbed soldiers one by one, chewed and swallowed them, her eyes turned deep red, so deep that tears of blood flowed.

After a burst of crazy heartbeat, the boss began his second transformation.

The three-meter-tall crocodile dropped to two meters, with slender limbs and a graceful figure. Although part of its body was still covered with scales, most of it had returned to delicate and fair skin.

Especially the face, Heidi turned back to her original human face, with red eyes with dark blood and tears, exuding a seductive and evil charm. Kerr didn't understand why, Heidi's strength was a little unexpected, and he began to believe that the devil was not playing around this time.

He just didn't understand. Heidi had been transformed into an extremely powerful person by the blood faith. She had clearly found her father's hiding place and was capable of entering alone, so why did she have to let two foreign magicians do it for her?

Is there any other explanation at the entrance?

Or, is this the master's mission?
A strong wind was howling, and Kerr had no time to think, so he deflected the phantom to avoid it.

At this moment, I felt a strong heart palpitation and the blood in my blood vessels suddenly flowed backwards uncontrollably.

Severe pain swept through his body, as if a steel needle was inserted into the back of his head. Kerr's eyes blurred and he was knocked away and hit hard against the wall, with his whole body embedded in it.

The blood stained his white shirt red. Kerr gritted his teeth and did not faint. A holy halo bloomed and repaired his damaged internal organs and bones.

A red blood shadow rushed towards him, and he dodged in panic, like an old lady diving into the quilt, and fell on his butt, grimacing.

Heidi pulled out her right arm that was inserted into the rock wall. It was as slender and fair as an ordinary person's, and her red nails were long and slender as if she had done a manicure.

She glared at Kerr fiercely, and with their minds colliding, she broke through the other party's mental defense and controlled the blood to flow backwards again.

Bang!
Kerr was pressed against the stone wall, his neck tightly grasped by delicate hands, and he completely lost his ability to fight.

Heidi looked down at Kerr, stretched out her left hand to tear open his white shirt, and threw the cross pendant aside: "Magician, your blood smells very tempting."

She whispered against Kerr's cheek, licking the blood with her tongue as if flirting.

Kerr's eyes twitched, and after a while he said, "Don't be like this, you are the devil's mistress, if he sees you, he will misunderstand that you are cheating."

Heidi was slightly startled, turned Kerr's head to the side, and was about to take a hot bite on his neck.

At this moment, Kerr raised his hands horizontally, and his whole body formed the shape of a cross. A strong holy light burst out. The strength of the light overwhelmed the magic circle. It condensed and released in the form of a holy spear, easily piercing Heidi's chest.

The palm-sized hole wiped out the sternum, spine, and heart, instantly extinguishing Heidi's life. She fell limply to the ground, and her body transformed back into a human form.

"Ha ha----"

Kerr stood against the wall, breathing heavily, holy light wandering around him, repairing his scarred body bit by bit.

"Blood magic is still so tricky. Could it be that those old guys are right..."

"Human beings have limits."

Two minutes later, Kerr shook his dizzy head and barely recovered 80% of his fighting power. He turned to look at Myron Bart, who had been sitting still. "Mr. Bart, if I'm not mistaken, my client is you, not your son Hayden. You made up a nice dream for him."

"Yes, I regret making a deal with the devil very much. My body is gradually out of my control, and so is my family. The deal with the devil has caused family members to dream about the devil, especially the outstanding family members..."

Bart looked at Heidi's body with pity and continued: "I hope you can stop me. The devil is awakening in my body. I can feel that he has reached Dragon Heart Island."

Kerr's eyes suddenly shrank as he thought of the mural of the evil god's advent, and his heart began beating uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress his disordered heartbeat, but soon found that his heart was out of control and was beating faster and faster.

Kerr fell to his knees, clutching his heart.

On the other side, Bart's withered body stood up, his eyes were bloodshot, and he lightly raised his fingertips to point the lowest golden dot of the magic circle in front of him.

"Humans are so lacking in faith. Even though they have signed a contract and sworn not to go back on their word, they will always find ways to find loopholes. Unlike us, we respect the sacred contract and only act within the rules." Bart put the golden dragon blood into his mouth and closed his eyes to enjoy the strengthening of his body.

To be precise, his mind has been replaced by the evil god of hell and he is no longer Bart.

Just as humans are two-faced towards the devil, the devil does not trust humans very much. When it comes to the plan of coming to the world, the devil chooses to do it himself.

As of now, the evil god of hell has achieved 80% success.

As the golden blood entered his mouth, Bart's withered body quickly filled up, golden lines flowed under his skin, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his cheek.

"It's still too weak. This body can't carry more of my thoughts, nor can it control the dragon blood..."

The evil god looked at Kerr intently. The Silver Mage might be average, but he was definitely much stronger than Bart's body. As a means of transportation, it was enough to support him to return to Bart's manor.

There, there is a perfect body of the Holy Spirit that can carry most of his thoughts.

By then his strength will be more fully exerted!

Speaking of strength, the evil god couldn't help but think of the Death Knight, wondering how there could be two Death Knights. He hoped that the next time they met, the impostor would still remain tough and not give in to a simple threat.

pat!

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the evil god looked intently and saw a black-haired magician appear before him.

Small role!
The evil god moved his mind and controlled the blood to flow backwards, waiting for the magician to die from a heart explosion.

However, it did not happen. Gradually, the evil god could no longer sense the opponent's blood. His hollow body seemed like a ghost, without any flesh and blood.

"The disciples of death are a bit troublesome..."

The evil god clenched his five fingers and pulled out a blood-red crystal sword from Heidi's body: "Disgusting breath of death, kneel down, in the mercy of God..."

Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the evil god's eye socket, interrupting his arrogant speech.

There was a gray mist flashing in Wayne's eyes, and his whole body was filled with the eternal tranquility of death. He held the pistol, pulled the trigger as he walked forward.

The evil god was beaten and rolled on the ground.

When Wayne approached the evil god, the bullets in his pistol were all used up. The evil god raised his head with a grim smile, and his fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Bang!
With a dull thud, half of the evil god's head was smashed into pieces.

Silent roars echoed in all directions, and blood shadows flickered, but it was of no use. This was the God's Chosen Continent, not his territory, and he could not do everything with his mind.

Wayne swung his fists in silence, repeatedly dealing heavy blows to the body of the evil god. He felt that the devils in hell were very weak and were far inferior to the Lord of the Void.

Kerr opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Wayne beating up the evil god, muttering to himself and drawing a simple magic circle on the ground with blood on his body.

"Don't let him leave. He has found a way to come to the world..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fainted.

The holy magic circle spread out forcefully, severely damaging the blood shadows and forcing the evil god's thoughts to return to the body in which it resided.

Wayne punched down, shattering a piece of blood crystal.

A bloody vortex gathered not far away. The evil god reassembled his half-human, half-crystal body, wielded a bloody sword in his hand, and his ferocious face was filled with resentment.

This isn't how the script should be!

Well written, that's what a script should be like!

Wayne's face was solemn, he took out another jab and put it on.

The evil god roared angrily and swung his sword down. After five moves, Wayne seized the opportunity and knocked him to the ground.

Wayne attacked with one punch after another. His forehand was weak, his backhand was clumsy, his steps were loose, and his reactions were slow. Such a weak god would not be treated politely today.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Fist raised, death approached like a shadow...

(End of this chapter)