Restarting the myth

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

The dilapidated cathedral lacks the sacred and solemn atmosphere of the past. It would be okay if it was destroyed only because of the battle. The foundation is still there. The battle between Mona and Umr is very restrained. It does not cost much to build and renovate.

The person who ruined the atmosphere was Wayne. He held a Golden Rule Bible, worked hard for the light, served the darkness, and was more capitalist than the devil.

In the cathedral, a group of clergy lined up in a long queue. Listening to the roar at the front, they were all frightened and had bitter expressions on their faces.

It’s over. The archbishop is a minion of the devil. The envoys from the Papal State came to check and were slandered by them. It will be difficult for this matter to end today.

Several old men with white beards lined up at the front, all of whom were golden mage practitioners. The strongest legendary mage was the leader of the Guardian Knights.

"big……"

"What's bigger?"

"I mean my lord."

"Who are you?"

"Your Majesty the Ambassador of the Papal State."

"Haha, you still know that I am the envoy. Why didn't you say what you scolded me just now? Why didn't you say it again? Each one of them was full of filthy words and insulted the clergy. The Holy See has been completely embarrassed by you."

Wayne has recently been successful in trying to seduce others, pretending to be a good leader.

A leader does not necessarily have to have a loud voice, nor does he have to be tall and powerful, nor does he have to be handsome. That is just the wishful thinking of the citizens of Star Dou.

The key to leadership is tone, which is three parts yang, four parts yin, and ninety-three parts moodiness.

All in all, the Pope is the master. You rural cadres say you are what you are, and you have to obey even if you don’t want to.

Wayne looked at the white-bearded old men in front of him with a sneer. Feeling that he had offended them, he raised his chin slightly and raised his nostrils: "Hodgson is the minion of the Demon King of Jealousy. He has recruited a group of fallen evil gods in the void. He wants to sacrifice himself." Sacrifice the entire Republic of Ireland, open the door to hell and release the evil devil..."

"As the senior leaders of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the Holy See has poured in countless resources to train you, but the result is not good. One or two of you have become an accomplice of the devil, making the Pope and his old man go to heaven to face the Father! "

"Mr. Messenger, please don't say this nonsense. Hodgson has always been dictatorial and grasps everything big and small. We don't know..."

"Shut up, you dare to quibble!"

Wayne kicked the medium rare under his feet and scolded: "Hodgson said, you are all accomplices, and there is no good person in the entire St. Patrick's Cathedral except me."

Everyone was trembling, and an old man with a white beard said: "Sir Messenger, Hodgson knew that he was facing a dead end, so he dragged us into the water. You have the foresight to know that we are unjust."

"Haha, now you know that I am far-sighted, what have I been doing!"

Wayne opened his mouth and cursed, lecturing a group of people so that they did not dare to raise their heads. He slowed down and said, "In the entire St. Patrick's Cathedral, no one found out that Hodgson was a minion of the devil. You are sorry to the Pope, and even more sorry." Father in Heaven.”

"Sir Messenger, we are willing to accept the punishment. All we ask is that you say a few kind words in front of the Pope."

"What are you saying? Tell the Pope how incompetent you are?"

"Lord Messenger, please take a step to speak..."

"What's the etiquette of pulling and pulling? If you have any questions, just say it in front of everyone. Let me tell you, I don't tolerate bribery in my eyes. Don't think you can bribe me with money and beauty. There is no way."

Wayne had a lot of strength and was young and strong, and he was quickly dragged to the corner by a few old men with white beards.

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"I can see that you guys were wronged!"

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“So that’s the case, it’s indeed excusable!”

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"Hiss, no wonder I received an anonymous report letter. The investigation went smoothly. It turned out that you were secretly helping me."

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"Loyalty! The Pope will definitely reward you."

The role of role models is powerful. Several old men with white beards set an example, and those who came after them followed suit and donated their meager wealth to prove their pious faith, their deep hatred of the devil, and their loyalty to the Papal State.

Soon, everyone became a contributor and contributed to the plan to eliminate the devil.

Of course, there were a few exceptions. Thinking that they liked little boys, they thought that the envoy from the Papal State also liked little boys. They were captured and beaten half to death on the spot, and they became Hodgson's accomplices.

The evidence is conclusive and no overturning of the verdict is allowed!

"Polly, remember you owe me the house books for three mansions. Don't forget to bring them over tomorrow."

"It should, it should."

"Bart, forget about the daughter. She is a married woman after all, but your granddaughter is at the age when she is growing up. Remember to send it over tomorrow and I will check her out."

"You are so generous."

"And Taylor, you actually have a shipyard in your home. I can't tell you are still a noble."

"I'm down and out. I've long wanted to sell the shipyard, but I haven't been able to find a suitable buyer. Lord Messenger has been a big help to me."

"Hahaha————" xn

There was great joy in the church, and the papal envoys and rural cadres mingled together. The cadres were too moved to move.

Two expressionless faces stood outside the church door.

Mona and Umr.

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It can't be said that their faces are expressionless, they just don't know what expression to use at this time.

The corners of Umr's eyes twitched slightly, and she couldn't figure out how the Vatican became like this. She whispered: "Archangel, is this really good?"

"Don't worry, he is very good and has a special physique that attracts devils. This is very important to me."

Mona evaluated seriously, and then said: "Don't call me Archangel, my name is Mona Hawthorne, and my angel master Wayne is the Archangel."

Archangel, have you ever found yourself a little fallen?

Umr lamented in his heart and did not dare to make any further comments. The archangel seemed to be performing some important task when he came to the world, and it was related to the devil in hell.

Her level was not high enough to know the details of the mission, so she didn't ask.

In order to reshape the glorious image of the Archangel in his mind, he kept reminding himself that the Archangel was not afraid of sacrifice. In order to hide his identity, he made a series of absurd actions.

Yes, that’s it!

She's fine.

Then I saw Wayne pat his butt.

She's not okay again.

Umr lowered his head and behaved, not as cowardly as a lofty and indifferent angel. Wayne took this scene in his eyes and secretly said that the arrogant altar was indeed not simple. He not only deceived the Golden Rule Bible, but also deceived the real angel.

"Mona, are you done?"

"No, not one."

Mona shook her head slightly and said solemnly: "Several members of the sect have disappeared. The statues of the evil gods and the starry sky beasts have all disappeared. Only the contaminated fanatic believers are still there, and they are all insignificant little characters."

Mona reported the results of the hunt, which were very unsatisfactory. The evil god was not only cautious, but also had a very strong intelligence network. They returned to the void immediately. She and Umr only destroyed a few sect headquarters and did not encounter any evil gods. arrive.

The good news is that because the star beasts have withdrawn, the eggs that have not yet hatched have all become corrupted.

"This angel, based on your understanding of the devil, will they give up?" Wayne asked Umr.

He did not ask for the other party's name. The real names of angels and devils are of great significance in heaven and hell. Believers can use them to perform faith magic and will not easily disclose them to the outside world.

Wayne knew that he was not an archangel, so to avoid causing more trouble, he only called the other person an angel.

Umr said expressionlessly: "The devil will not stop until it achieves its goal, especially the seven demon kings. Since the jealous demon king is ready to open the door to hell, he will not stop until complete failure."

Mona then said: "Boss, maybe the devil has other plans."

"I thought so too..."

Wayne asked the experts for their opinions, and they coincided with his own. He firmly believed that the devil still has the power of the devil, and defg can be brave enough.

He picked up the map and looked at it again, frowning and said: "I will ask them to inform the Papal States that the location where the gate of hell opens cannot be limited to the Irish Republic, it is possible in any country."

"Boss, can we get more information from Hodgson? Could it be that he conveyed secrets to the evil gods?" Mona asked.

"He doesn't know much, and the devil doesn't trust him..."

Wayne thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe we can try to use him to lure out those evil gods and jealous familiars."

After hearing this, Mona nodded repeatedly, thought through her voice, and praised Wayne.

Wayne grinned, returned the favor, and patted his butt.

Umr: (_)

Archangel, why don't I leave first? My chest hurts.

Wayne dragged the medium-rare out, slapped the other person on the back of the head, and sent a message through his mind, asking him to contact his jealous familiar and find a way to trick him out.

Hodgson was polluted, and his belief changed from Heavenly Father to Jealousy, and then to Wayne. He obeyed his words. The moment he received the order, his mind connected with a corner in the void and found the familiar of Jealousy hidden in the mysterious space.

Mona and Umr's eyes sparkled with golden light, and their thoughts followed the fluctuations in the space, trying to find the specific location of that space.

The effect is average. One is severely weakened by the seal, and the other has limited abilities. He has been groping along the phone line, but he has never been able to get the exact coordinates.

"Boss, this angel can find the devil's hiding place, but it will take a long time. Let Hodgson chat for a while." Mona whispered.

What an awesome angel!

When Wayne heard this, he couldn't help but take a look at Umr. He was ordinary and in line with the genderless physical characteristics of angels.

He asked Hodgson to try his best to argue with the jealous demon Doror, and try to keep the call time long even if he couldn't deceive the other party. At the same time, he learned from Umr's thinking tracing, used his own thinking to capture the fluctuations in space, and tried to find the location of the evil god and the devil.

Ordinary golden mages can't do this, nor can golden mages like Xifei who can leapfrog challenges. Wayne relies on his exaggerated thinking attributes to capture spatial fluctuations and follow the phone line all the way up.

Then, he discovered three kinds of thought fluctuations.

Hodgson, Umr, and Mona.

Wayne was surprised by Mona's rapid evolution. Ever since she got the divine blood of St. George, her abilities have been steadily improving every day, especially her thinking strength. She dared to catch up with him without any pressure.

Wayne suddenly remembered the strange balance in Mona's body. He did not see the golden triangle. Life, space, and I were integrated into one, reaching another state of balance.

This may be the so-called demigod!

Wayne wrote this down as a practical case and prepared to go back and study it carefully.

He was by his side when Mona evolved, and his mind recorded all the data. As long as he confirmed that this was the realm of demigods, his future journey would be much easier.

Maybe you can achieve overtaking in corners with its powerful three-dimensional attributes!

"Wonderful!"

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Mysterious space.

Dark clouds rolled up the vortex, covering the four directions like a sky curtain. The vast land had no end, and the undulating mountains were occasionally glowing.

Blue Ridge Parasite.

The huge starry sky beast was dormant on the earth, breathing steadily as if it had fallen into a long sleep. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be missing a tentacle and was slowly growing and healing.

In a corner of the mysterious space, several pale and twisted figures covered in black robes discussed today's changes.

"Don't make a fuss. The chess pieces I planted in the Heavenly Father Church have responded."

The black-robed leader, Smedley, the servant of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell and the Lord of Jealousy, opened his eyes, and the fishy yellow light swirled, and he talked to Hodgson.

"How is it, has your identity been exposed? Who is targeting us?"

"It's the envoy of the Papal States. You have gone too far. Even if I tried my best to suppress the news, the Papal States still noticed the clues." Hodgson said angrily.

"That's normal. I've said before that it's the chosen continent of God. It's impossible to hide it from the Papal States. You should have been prepared."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. The envoy of the Papal States may have suspected me. I'm afraid that my explanation will not be very effective."

Hodgson continued: "In order to prove my innocence and for you to find the contact, I asked the angels to purge several sects. They were not arrested, right?"

"There was a little loss. The previous preparations are no longer useful."

"Then what should we do? Can't the jealous master come? What about the gate of hell?" Hodgson spoke anxiously. If faith cannot come, he will be the first to disagree.

"Don't get excited. Just because the previous preparations are useless doesn't mean I only made one preparation."

Smedley spoke in a gloomy tone, not without pride: "The plan is very critical. Just in case, you should find a way to delay the people of the Papal States."

"It's difficult. The Papal States have been contacted over there, and I can't stop them."

"You can't do this well. You... Forget it. I will speed up the process. The gate of hell will definitely open, and our great master will come to the world."

"Where will the gate of hell open in the new plan?"

"Still in the Republic of Ireland."

"To be more specific, I must worship the jealous master on the spot as soon as he comes."

"Heh, you're anxious again."

"Damn, this is not funny!"

"Hodgson, I still need to operate the specific location and notify you later. You should find a way to delay the Papal States. This is the only thing you can do."

Hodgson wanted to ask again, but Smedley directly cut off the contact. Now he couldn't even find the location of the mysterious space.

The camera returns to St. Patrick's Cathedral. Wayne learned everything from Hodgson's thoughts and said helplessly: "The good news is that the location where the gate of hell is opened has been determined. It is in the Republic of Ireland. The bad news is that the target is too large to be accurately located, and whether the devil really believes in Hodgson is still a question mark."

Mona and Umr were silent. They did not find the exact location of the mysterious space, only a general direction.

But the mysterious space drifts in the void, and its location is changing at any time. Looking for it in the direction will only alert the enemy.

"Continue to investigate. The gate of hell is so big that it is impossible that there is no prelude at all..."

...

That night, Wayne moved his luggage into St. Patrick's Cathedral and was flipping through the outline of the female student's cool article in the room.

Chris worked hard all day and only created half of the outline. Seeing Wayne holding the outline for a long time without saying a word, he said nervously: "How is it, is there anything to modify?"

No need to modify it, just throw it away to save trouble.

Wayne made an assessment in his heart. Chris had no talent for writing. It was fine for her to entertain herself as a hobby, but there was no need to write books and publish them.

She was not the problem of any particular problem. She was so bad in every aspect that Wayne could not find any fault with her.

"Senior sister, I still think you are better at love."

"No, right?" Chris looked gloomy.

Wayne held her hand and let the female student sit on his lap: "It's not that you can't, but you are not good at this. As long as you grasp the right track, you will definitely be successful and become a great writer."

"But I am not good at love either. My own love is confused."

At this point, Chris rolled his eyes at Wayne. With her fragmented love, she couldn't even find inspiration from herself.

"It doesn't matter. Think about it. If the protagonist is me, readers might like to read it." Wayne gave a thumbs up, with a little pride on his face.

Chris spat lightly. The reason why the scumbag was stable and had not capsized yet was not because he was so powerful, but because he met someone who was willing to be deceived by him.

Take herself for example. She once promised that even if Wayne was a devil, she would always like him.

Wayne did not disappoint her. His unsightly operation was quite devilish.

Wayne expected Chris to write a biography based on him. The protagonist was a noble young master in the upper class. Some magic elements were added appropriately. As long as it was cool enough, there would be no worries about not being able to sell it.

Chris was unwilling. If she was asked to write it, this noble young master would only be loyal to one person, and the character setting would go astray as she wrote it.

"Okay, let me modify the outline for you. The protagonist in the first half is too miserable. It can be suppressed, but not too harsh, otherwise the cool article will become a tortured article, and readers will have no motivation to follow it..."

"Look here, just show his downfall appropriately, and this part in prison must raise the reader's expectations and make the reader eager to see his revenge..."

Inside the house, Wayne is guiding Chris to revise the outline. He is almost the only one writing, so Chris has a pen name.

Outside the house, Mona sat on the sofa blankly, recalling today's changes, feeling that she has broken down.

She has received a lot of strange memories, and these memory fragments came with increasingly powerful forces, which had a strong impact on her worldview and even affected her rationality and choices.

For example, she should be in the house now, instead of sitting alone on the sofa.

"Are these St. George's memories? Why can't I tell them, and the master can't detect them..."

"If the memory keeps growing, will I still be me?"

Mona has a serious rejection of the new memories. Several times she was out of control and made choices based on the memory, which made her very scared, afraid that her personality would become more and more indifferent and more and more alienated from Wayne.

Because of the strong resistance, the cross-eye pattern on Mona's back slowly opened, forcing her to accept the change. After a while of pulling, Mona gradually found it difficult to support. She gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, and walked into the house with discomfort.

"Boss, there is something very important to discuss with you."

"Ah, now?"

Wayne tilted his head and noticed that Chris's muscles in his arms were tense. He hugged her fiercely and didn't give her a chance to escape.

What is there to be shy about? They are all sisters.

"Boss, uh..."

Mona was a little embarrassed to speak, so she simply thought and transmitted her voice. She found a new tune, which was upgraded in all aspects based on the original disgusted face.

In the future, she will play the angel who came to the world, arrogant and undisciplined, and Wayne will play the evil devil, and then...

Since you are pursuing excitement, just stimulate it to the end.

You are worthy of being more and more professional. What channel have you watched recently, classical martial arts or campus life?

This tune should be classical martial arts.

Wayne said that this tune was too advanced and not suitable for a pure love war god like him, but who made Mona, it was nothing for him to suffer a little grievance.

That night, Mona got what she wanted and suppressed her own changes. The Eye of Judgment was frightened and hid far away, not daring to continue to force her to accept the changes.

If you have something to say, say it nicely, don't play such a decadent game.

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The next day, Chris was writing furiously on the desk with a face full of resentment. Last night, she became a spectator and didn't even have a mouthful of millet porridge.

She was not greedy, but felt neglected.

The secretary was really annoying. It was agreed that there would be give and take, mutual benefit and win-win, but it depends on you alone in that volume.

I will write you into the book now.

Wayne got up early and came to the cathedral with a full spirit.

Hodgson, who was "making meritorious service in redress of his crime", was still the archbishop at this time and was not dismissed or investigated. According to Wayne's order, he would contact Smedley from time to time.

Smedley was a cautious and suspicious servant. Hodgson tried twice but failed to find out the exact location of the gate to hell, so he didn't dare to ask too much.

"Boss, we can't rely on those clergy who only know how to make money for investigation. We should also take action." Mona advised.

"Although they are unreliable, they are numerous and powerful. With such a large network, we will definitely gain something. We just need to wait for the news with peace of mind." Wayne studied the map and gestured the possibility of the inverted pentagram one by one.

"Boss, is it possible that you can run into a devil when you go out for a walk?" Mona said seriously.

"How is it possible? It makes me look like I am attracting the devil..."

Wayne was complaining and found that what Mona said made sense. Dragon Heart Island was a remote enough place, and the Blood Tyrant was blocked by him as soon as he arrived.

Not to mention the Thousand Eyes Demon. He chased all the way from Jianhe County to Lundan, and he was recruited by the Thousand Eyes Demon himself even if he walked at night.

"Do I really attract the devil?"

"Yeah."

"Mona, that's too rude, at least hesitate for a moment."

Wayne muttered, stood up and patted his butt: "Then I'll listen to you, drive out for a stroll, I want to see how much devil I attract."

"Boss, where are we going."

"Here."

Wayne raised his hand and tapped on the map, which happened to be the headquarters of the Holy Church that was destroyed yesterday. He raised his eyebrows and said: "You said I attract the devil, then return the same way. If there are still evil gods in Ford Town, I will admit that you are right."

The stronghold that was just wiped out yesterday is now stationed with a team of clergy. How strict is the defense? It can't be that the devil went back again because of the principle of darkness under the lamp?

It's so funny, it's impossible, there is no such stupid devil.

This is sure!