Restarting the myth

Villa.

Wayne lay on a recliner, holding a telescope, always keeping an eye on the changes in Enrode Town.

On the long table beside, there were exquisite snacks and black tea.

Wayne didn't have the habit of afternoon tea, but Fla still prepared everything carefully. He tried to train Wayne to be an elegant gentleman welcomed by the upper class.

Now...

He didn't stand or sit properly. He would never stand if he could sit, and would never sit if he could lie down. He was casual and approachable.

"The magic circle disappeared..."

Wayne stood up with a telescope, and said with joy: "Isabella succeeded. It's worthy of me. I have a good eye. I knew she wouldn't let me down."

"Master Wayne, Ms. Isabella hasn't come back yet." Fla said with a smile.

I understand. Don't jump to conclusions until the last moment. Champagne is not needed at halftime.

Wayne nodded, indicating that he had learned something again.

With such a reliable butler by his side, he took fewer detours in life.

He continued to observe with a telescope. The hexagram above the town disappeared, and the tentacles also dissipated one step ahead of time.

In the best case, the sacrifice failed and the townspeople were saved. In the worst case, the sacrifice ceremony ended successfully, the townspeople were collectively infected and turned into mutants, and Isabella had been divided up.

It was just a little bloated. If it was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, maybe they would be queuing over there!

Wayne wanted to do something, but he was too weak and couldn't help. Although he was at home in the big house, he was passively watching the show throughout the whole process. From a strategic perspective, he was undoubtedly a failure.

Thinking of this, Wayne shook his head secretly. The road to transcendence is long and difficult. His small goal has not been completed yet. He can't be proud and complacent because he has made a little progress. If he wants to grow into a magician who can stand on his own as soon as possible and surpass the genius of the academy, he must be more competitive than anyone else.

Hard competition, competition to death!

In Wayne's body, the space channel continuously transports the four elements to him, and he can quickly fill the essence of life without meditation. He is getting stronger every moment.

Satisfaction is impossible to satisfy. People's desires are endless. Once they get it, they will want more. He felt that the progress bar was moving too slowly. He just hated that he couldn't find the membership recharge window and directly pulled the download speed to the maximum.

"Why can't my gold finger be used for krypton gold?"

Wayne was extremely regretful. He believed Jose's evil and listened to the slander of villains. He believed that only by using heart can a good game be played, and using salary will sooner or later lead to a dead end. When writing code, he only emphasized the experience of liver, the length of the game and the operation flow, and ignored that the RMB players who krypton gold are the real masters.

Who makes games now without a recharge interface?

If there is no recharge, is it still a game!

Wayne beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting his short-sightedness.

Bang!

A gunshot passed through the air, and a piercing alarm sounded. The two maids instantly entered combat mode and set up machine guns to wait.

Wayne looked around and didn't sense any magical fluctuations, let alone people, not even a ghost.

Gunshots rang out again, and Wayne looked up into the sky and suddenly found a gray-white bird flapping its wings and flying towards the house.

Flying troops!

The two maids turned their guns and pointed them at the strange-looking white bird. The other party was out of range, and shooting at high-altitude targets was far less accurate than hitting ground targets. It was difficult for the two machine guns to hit the other party.

The same was true for sniper rifles. The big bird moved too fast.

Whoosh!

The white bird spit out white foam arrows and attacked the sniper maid on the roof. Wayne waved his hand and rolled up a strong wind, blowing the arrow away.

The sniper maid exposed her position and quickly left her original position to find a new sniper point.

The big bird did not chase, but flapped its wings to speed up, and dived towards Wayne.

The various small props buried in the lawn were only for ground troops, and the air force could only be strafed with machine guns. The two maids stayed at their posts and drove the big bird back with excellent operation.

The white bird monster opened its mouth and wailed, and the disorderly chaos hit the eardrums of the maid and the butler, making them nauseous and headache, unable to aim and shoot.

The butler was better, he had received targeted training and could hold on for a short time. The three maids were bombarded by the noise and knelt on the ground with retching.

The big bird spread its wings in the air, and the white foam wings turned into sharp feathers. Dozens of sharp arrows shot down from the sky, tearing the air and making a sharp whistle.

The target was not Wayne, but the butler and the maid.

MD, dare to touch my people!

A green light flashed in Wayne's eyes, and he raised his hand again, and the surging magic power pried the real world, pulling open the fine wind needles that were like a rain curtain.

With his own pure magic, he could not release this basic wind magic. The magic expression was wrong, but by drawing deep green from the natural eyeball and dyeing the magic green, he could easily give the correct answer.

The rain curtain went up in reverse!

The fine needles of cow hair touched the white foam feathers, using the weak to defeat the strong and winning by quantity. After a brief stalemate, they broke up the arrow formation, and the remaining force not only submerged the white bird.

The big bird was pierced by thousands of fine needles, and its body was immune to physical attacks. In the blink of an eye, it was restored as before, and it continued to wail with a shrill voice.

He tried to stimulate and interfere with Wayne's thinking, but the effect was very general. Wayne only felt noisy when he heard it.

The pain of the housekeeper and the maid intensified. The two maids fainted with foam at the mouth, and their hands and feet twitched occasionally.

As you can imagine, the sniper maid in the big house also fell down.

Fla's face was ugly and he held the corner of the table, trying to maintain his elegance and the face of his master, and raised his pistol to shoot into the sky.

Every shot was off target, and the stroke was off by more than ten meters.

Wayne was helpless. He knew the big white bird was coming for him. He continued to fight in front of the big house. Regardless of the outcome, the housekeeper and the maid would probably go crazy.

Even if he was cured, he would still be depressed.

He took the initiative to abandon his home court, waved his arms to turn blades of grass into flying knives, and smashed them at the big bird, driving it to the east little by little.

Wayne often practiced magic there and was familiar with the terrain, especially the forest, which was too advantageous for him.

This is the advantage of natural magic. Props are at your fingertips. As long as it is not the steel jungle sewer, anywhere is considered home.

The white strange bird saw Wayne's idea and cooperated to come to the forest. It folded its wings and landed on the ground. The wings turned back into arms and tentacles. It stood about three meters tall, which was somewhat similar to the form of the Lord of the Void.

The white face had no recognizable facial features, only a spiral protruding hole, which could be a mouth or an eye.

"Blaster, merge with me and return the sacred object to the void master!"

"Don't talk, I have mysophobia."

Wayne had never seen such an ugly ghost before, and his face was immediately filled with disgust. He was not afraid of spiritual pollution, but it was uncomfortable to see a toad lying on his feet, not biting people but disgusting people!

You people from the Earth Center Sect, why are you more evil than the other, and you talk so angrily, don't you look like a human?

Wayne didn't want to talk nonsense with the bird monster, and a green light flashed in his eyes.

The branches of the forest swayed and rustled, and a black hole like eyes and mouths opened at the position of the tree trunk. The branches stretched and twisted, and grew wildly under the nourishment of magic.

For a while, the demons danced wildly.

The bird monster was attracted by the abnormal movements around him and did not notice that his feet were wrapped by vines. When he reacted, Wayne had already used the same trick again, imprisoned him in a large vine ball and buried him deep in the ground.

Bang!

Wayne clenched his fists and turned to walk towards the big house...

He took two steps and looked back.

A wisp of white foam emerged from the ground and reorganized the strange figure with tentacles wrapped around his arms. He was shorter, only about two meters and three meters tall.

It's a bit tricky!

Wayne waved the storm and fire, and used the tried-and-tested concrete wall-building method, but none of them could stop the bird monster's pace.

The bird monster's body is different from the four elements that can be seen everywhere in nature, and ordinary magic can hardly cause effective damage to it.

The bird monster raised both hands horizontally, and its two arms turned into white foam and reorganized into two cold knight swords.

The sharp blades cut through the air and hummed.

Wayne was stunned. The scene seemed familiar. If I remembered correctly, he also knew this trick.

Puff!

The knight sword passed through his chest.

The bird monster screamed strangely, lifted Wayne up and lifted him up in the air. The spiral black hole on the face opened, revealing a mouthful of squirming tentacles, as if waiting to drink blood.

Not a drop.

Wayne's eyes were dim, and while the bird monster was stunned, he crossed his hands and waved them.

The white flesh squirmed, the five fingers melted and merged, the arm stretched and stretched, and the sharp blade with a shining metallic luster slashed down.

On Wayne's chest, the sunburn tore the flesh, and the huge single eye suddenly drilled out.

"Hehehe————"