Restarting the myth

The curse on me hasn't been lifted yet, and here comes another one. Can I handle it?

Wayne looked grim, and finally understood what the warnings everywhere meant. Now he wanted to push Bloody Mike and let him finish the ceremony quickly.

No!

If, he meant if, he was also in the town now, would completing the ceremony mean that he would also rest in peace?

With his life at stake, Wayne asked directly.

The priest nodded, yes, everyone would rest in peace.

Wayne's whole face changed, and he spoke quickly: "Where is the address of the ceremony, tell me quickly."

The priest did not answer directly, saying that he would go to Nelson Manor to sweep the graves every year. A few days ago, he saw a fresh bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, indicating the return of the heir of the Nelson family.

"Maybe he came for revenge, but continuing the unfinished ceremony of the Nelson family can let everyone rest in peace. I hope you don't stop him."

"Then wouldn't we die too."

"..."

The priest was silent, that's right.

He began to tell the tragedy of the town. The town of Kafuno was no different from other towns in appearance, and the townspeople were no different from ordinary people. But every night, everyone would reveal their true faces, struggle in the scorching flames, and their souls would fall into endless pain and long for relief.

But once tonight is over, everyone will forget, not even a nightmare will remain.

Wayne and others sympathized with the townspeople's experience and refused to enter. Now they just wanted to stop the ceremony so that they would not rest in peace.

The priest would naturally not let them leave, but unfortunately his thinking was rigid and he could not use advanced divine arts. He was interrupted by Veronica's gunshot and was hit by Wayne with two sticks, and he was completely silent.

Several people ran away from the church. William looked back and wondered, "Isn't this considered resting?"

Obviously not. The priest's dry body was reorganized, and the missing parts grew out of thin air. He had magic power when he was alive, and his recovery speed was much faster than that of ordinary townspeople. Wayne and others didn't walk far, and he stood up and walked.

Dense zombies surrounded the church. They seemed to be afraid of something. They did not rashly step into the church territory. They howled and waited for Wayne and others to enter the bowl.

In the back, the priest walked out of the church with a Bible in one hand.

Wayne stood on the lawn between the fence and the gate. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. He had to break out as soon as possible.

Bang!

Veronica turned around and shot the priest in the head. Wayne was particularly envious of her amazing shooting skills.

Coach, how much does this magic cost?

"Let's go to Nelson Manor. The Death Walker must be there!"

Veronica gritted her teeth and said, I was deceived. Every time I was outside the school gate, can't the dirty adult world be honest?

"Wayne and I checked, the castle is empty, and a summoning ritual was destroyed by us."

William hurriedly said: "Maybe we didn't check it clearly, but if the Death Walker is really not there, wouldn't it be a waste of precious time."

Hearing him say this, Wayne's heart skipped a beat, he seemed to think of something, and turned around and looked at the church.

The priest knows that Mike is back!

The priest is happy for Mike to complete the ritual!

The priest is unwilling to reveal the location of the ritual!

The zombies dare not step into the church territory!

Following this inference, the strange ritual on the castle platform is nothing more than a smoke bomb, a chess piece used to delay time, and everything makes sense.

Wayne's eyes lit up, and in order to prove his inference, he waved his hand and grabbed the air and sniffed it hard.

No smell of the breath of the living except them, Mike has never been to the church, but...magic can hide the breath, and it is not ruled out that Mike is meticulous and erased all traces in order not to disturb the plan.

Who said that only magic can defeat magic!

"Goddess, this is my last magic power."

Wayne believed it a little, bet all his magic power, his chest bulged, and he took a deep breath.

Filtering out the smell of gays, young ladies, black cats, and handsome guys, he smelled a strong smell of death, and the Book of Greed immediately cast an excited gaze.

Wayne couldn't catch his breath, coughed a few times, and excitedly said to Veronica: "I smell it, Blood Mike is in the church!"

"..."x3

Do you really have a dog's nose? x3

A dog's nose is not so sharp! x3

"It's the blessing of the moonlight goddess, she gave me the smell of beasts..."

Wayne rushed to the church for two steps, and found that no one followed him, so he stopped immediately: "What are you still standing there for, hurry up!"

William and Veronica looked at each other, the former nodded, willing to give Wayne a chance, and the latter gritted his teeth, just a trip to the church, and it wouldn't waste much time if he failed.

The liar knows the liar best, what if he was fooled!

Several people rushed into the church quickly. When Wayne passed by the priest, he saw him slowly getting up and swung a stick at him, directly knocking his head off.

The light in the church was dim. William temporarily saved up some magic power and waved his hand to serve as a temporary lighting source.

Wayne shook his head, took out the flashlight he carried with him, and while his enhanced sense of smell was still a little bit left, he ran straight to the backyard of the church from the side door and stopped in front of a row of dormitories.

"Blood Mike, I know you are in there, come out, your plan has failed." Wayne's voice was loud and spread far under the night sky.

After a while, the door in the middle slowly opened, and a man in a dark suit walked out.

Mike Nelson.

His clothes were not glamorous, only formal, and his figure was not tall. He was in his thirties and had gray hair on his temples. His miserable life in his early years made him bid farewell to his youth early.

One of Mike's eyes bloomed with scarlet light, he looked at several people and put on white gloves.

There is a dark inverted triangle symbol painted on the back of the glove, which is a magic prop.

"I spent a lot of time setting up a fake ceremony in the castle, but I didn't lead you there. How should I say, bad luck, and I overestimated you?"

Mike laughed to himself. He had prepared a lot for today's ceremony and considered various possibilities, including a magician who would interfere with the situation.

As a result, the powerful magician did not wait, and only a few beginners came, causing all his painstaking operations to become a battle of wits and courage with the air.

Veronica snorted coldly, pulled the trigger continuously, and her shooting skills were extremely accurate, hitting Mike's chest and head respectively.

There were two more dark holes in Mike's body, but he did not fall down as expected. He raised his hand and tapped his temple: "No need to waste your efforts, I have integrated into this town. Here, you can't kill them." I."

Wayne: That’s because you didn’t show your health bar!

Veronica frowned and said, "You accepted the curse and became undead, and are you going to sacrifice yourself to the goddess of death?"

"It's not a curse, it's a law, it's very precious..."

Mike smiled: "Looking at you, you should still be students at school. It's normal for academic hothouse flowers to not know the truth of the world. After all, teachers don't teach such advanced knowledge, and some teachers themselves don't even know what is. Magic, what do I believe in?”

Veronica didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she threw out a can, which was an advanced version of oral mushrooms. Hallucinogenic and corruptive spores grew rapidly, using Mike's body as nutrition, constantly growing themselves and corroding his body and mind.

The effect was average. Mike was just wearing a layer of human skin, which didn't have much nutrients. His will was sufficient, and the hallucinogenic spores couldn't interfere with his thinking at all.

Veronica realized that she was in trouble and wanted to try close combat. She took the crowbar handed over by Wayne and planned to dismantle Mike into parts.

No matter what, let’s learn some physics first!

Mike was so prepared that he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The ground suddenly turned into black mud, and arms wrapped around each other, imprisoning several people's ankles, and holding them in place unable to move.

Monica reacted the fastest, climbed onto Wayne's clothes and squatted on his shoulders.

Mike did not take action directly. He had some kind of connection with the black arm. He looked at Veronica and William in surprise: "I'm sorry, it turns out you are pagans blessed by the agent. Well, high-quality sacrifices can enhance the ceremony. success rate.”

After saying that, he pushed open his sleeves and looked at his watch. His crimson right eye turned dark, and he murmured: "It's coming, this late night..."

Bang!

The loud noise was like a cannonball being discharged. When Mike heard the sound and looked around, his vision blurred, and it flew upside down and hit the house behind him.

It's Veronica, the dragon-blooded girl is so powerful that even if her magic is sealed, she can still break free from the shackles of magic with her physical strength.

Veronica threw down a glass bottle, and the rapidly growing vines swept away the black mire, allowing Wayne and others to escape.

boom!

Rumble————

On the other side, Veronica was violently outputting, pressing the microphone and rubbing the ground like crazy, regardless of whether she could kill the opponent. The scene was so complete that she almost demolished a row of dormitories.

Monica leaned against Wayne's ear and whispered: "Veronica has no magic power and can't win. I'll give you my magic power and you can deal with the Death Walker."

Monica lost her original body due to the curse, so although it was not randomly sealed by the curse, it could only cast a few limited auxiliary magics.

And because of their different beliefs, Veronica and William cannot borrow its magic power.

Wayne is different. Monica once injected magic seeds into him and is a standard believer of the Moonlight Goddess.

At least that's what Monica thinks, and it develops a potential stock for the goddess.

"Is it reliable?"

Wayne nuzzled, it was a good thing to be able to mend magic, but he had never learned magic, and he couldn't do anything with magic power, and the Book of Greed didn't crave other people's magic power...

Doesn't this make you feel lonely?

Monica said solemnly: "Magic is not that complicated. The way it is expressed depends on your thinking. Use your imagination and imagine the most powerful magic in your mind, but don't be too outrageous. I will also suffer the backlash. "

"Remember, magic is just a lever, thinking is the key!"

Wayne couldn't understand it anymore. The most powerful magic in his mind was a daily necessities called atomic bombs. The temperature exceeds 4,000 degrees and all living beings are equal. Can this thing be made with magic?

"Did you think of it?"

"I have an idea. Can I blast it to make it bright and hot? I feel like this should be the goddess of the sun..."

"It doesn't matter, Moonlight Goddess can do it too."

"..."

Whether it is true or false, believers must be scientific and avoid comparison.

Wayne looked confused. Monica was sure he could do it, but he didn't have much confidence. The key was that he couldn't run away even if he succeeded.

Magic power poured into his body, and Wayne didn't have time to think about it. A picture flashed in his mind, which immediately made him energetic.

The decision is yours!