Restarting the myth

Wayne was a little nervous when he signed an unequal treaty for the first time. He eagerly flipped through the Book of Greed to see who the lucky villain was.

The result is not very good, the contract partner is not only not a living person, but not even a human being.

A dog!

The moment the contract was signed, the table of contents appeared on the second page, and the page where the Vengeful Spirit was opened showed the true appearance of the first dependent servant.

A vicious dog with half of its body rotting away, its gums exposed, one side of its eyes gray and white, and one side only a black eye socket. Its abdominal ribs were exposed, and all the internal organs in its abdominal cavity had disappeared.

The remaining black fur stuck to the festering muscles, and the overflowing unknown black and yellow liquid was like glue. Several parties worked together to barely hold the dilapidated body together.

It was a stomach-turning sight, and even though it was just the image, Wayne could smell a nauseating stench.

"yue~~~"

He retched twice and almost vomited in the car.

"Man, if you throw up in the car, I'll throw you out."

The taxi driver was very dissatisfied. The car was his lover, and he would not allow anyone to mess up his beloved.

"You can't blame me, your car smells too much." Wayne immediately replied, it was the taxi driver's lover who smelled too much.

The interlude ends with Wayne continuing to flip through the pages of the book where the Vengeful Spirit is, getting both good and bad news.

The Spirit of Vengeance is a dependent. Strictly speaking, the moment it becomes a Spirit of Vengeance, the opponent is no longer a resentful spirit, but a magical life transformed by the Book of Greed.

As Wayne's dependent, servant, and summon, all actions of the Spirit of Vengeance depend on Wayne's magic power, and only Wayne's magic power can feed the other party.

Wayne had no magic power, so he was able to open the Book of Greed and sign his first dependent, all because of the magic that William cast on him.

Because of this, he was unable to summon his followers and drive them.

If it does not receive the magic power of its master for a long time, the vengeful spirit will go crazy due to hunger until it disappears completely.

The Vengeful Spirit has two options at this point.

First, the Devourer gained freedom and wandered in the fog of night, becoming a new urban legend.

Second, wait for death in place, and offer the most sincere curse to the master before dying.

Seeing this, Wayne felt a chill, fearing that his family would entrust him with dreams in the middle of the night.

He consoled himself that dogs are loyal and man's best friend. If a dog can have any bad intentions, it will never bite its owner.

The good news is that contracts and sacrifices have some similar effects. Wayne has gained some of the abilities of his dependents, including two, namely smell and supernatural sensing.

There is nothing much to say about the sense of smell. Dogs are best at it. Supernatural sensing is also easy to understand. When it comes to humans, it is called the sixth sense. When it comes to dogs, it is beast intuition.

The two abilities do not require the use of magic. The moment they are acquired, the instincts generally merge into Wayne's and become a habit. If he uses magic, the coverage and intensity of the two abilities can be amplified.

It's a pity that he can't let go, he has no magic power.

Why does it become like this...

Opening the Book of Greed for the first time, signing a family member to become a transcendent member, two happy things overlapped. And these two joys brought me more happiness, and what I got was a time that should have been as happy as a dream...

But why does it become like this...

Why are there all auxiliary skills and no attack skills?

Until dusk, until the taxi arrived in the warehouse district, Wayne was still feeling sorry for himself.

Mengxin was weak, helpless and pitiful. In his eyes, the contiguous warehouse complex was a savage beast entrenched on the earth. Once he stepped into it, he would be torn into pieces.

The death believer's stronghold is at No. 66, Area F. It takes at least twenty minutes to walk there. Is it still too late to learn magic now?

Wayne looked disheveled. Under his speechless gaze, Veronica took the first step and took a detour to the back of warehouse No. 66 in Area F.

The troops are divided into two steps and double-teamed from the front and back. This is the rhythm of being caught in one fell swoop!

"Wayne, I admire your courage and belief in fighting the evil forces to the end. Even though you were scared to death, you still followed." William raised a two-finger salute and dragged Wayne forward with his other hand.

"The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. For the sake of justice, I am willing to contribute my meager strength."

Wayne said feebly that he followed because he was afraid of missing Veronica and William. He didn't know when he would meet the next magician. It was by no means courage and belief.

"Don't panic, Veronica is very strong, and with me here, you will be fine."

I hope it never passes away!

It has to be said that although William is gay and has a strong ability to reshape people of the same sex, his strong body also provides a sense of security. With him in Wayne, he feels much more at ease.

And William is right, Veronica is indeed very powerful, with that handsome face, that small figure, she can casually pick up nine figures after sleeping. If something unexpected happens, Veronica alone can attract everyone on the opposite side. Firepower.

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The time came to six o'clock in the afternoon, and as the sun completely sank below the sea level, sporadic street lights came on in the warehouse area.

The mist came immediately, hazy like gauze, and gently covered the entire city of Lundan.

As soon as Wayne got the supernatural feeling, he felt an ominous premonition due to the thin mist. His intuition told him that the night in Lundan was really dangerous. The solution was to go home quickly, lie on the bed and seal himself with a quilt.

However, the foggy road home was full of dangers, and he did not dare to walk alone at night, so he chose to stay with William.

"The smell of death... the barrier, it is indeed here..."

William looked at Warehouse No. 66 in Area F from a distance, took out a black hooded cloak from his handbag, and covered his tall body.

After thinking for a while, he took out another one and handed it to Wayne, Veronica's black robe, which didn't fit Wayne very well.

"Follow me, if there's a fight, you stand aside..."

William calmly stepped into the barrier with the cover of darkness and fog. It was a sparse and ordinary perception barrier, which was not highly targeted and could only serve as a warning effect, indicating that the strength of the death believers gathered in the warehouse was average and not threatening at all.

William easily avoided the perception of the barrier, but Wayne didn't need to. The smell of death on him was very strong, and he was judged as one of his own by the barrier, and could not trigger the alarm, so he didn't need to cover it up.

Wayne was thinking about the magic that the barrier could bring him. They were all magic. The Book of Greed could swallow William's magic, and it must be able to swallow the magic barrier of the death believers. He signed the contract for the second time, and maybe he could find an excellent follower and servant.

The kind with built-in attack skills.

In the end, it didn't happen. The Book of Greed was successfully opened. His vision was high, and he wouldn't eat anything. In the future, if Wayne wanted to control this book, he could only use his own magic.

The problem returned to the origin. Wayne had no magic!

At this moment, Wayne was more eager to become a magician than ever before.

At the door of the warehouse, William listened at the door. He could be said to be bold and careful, or he could be said to lack in infiltration experience.

Wayne frowned, he was a bad boy and had no right to speak. He could only think that the magician's operation was so simple.

After a while, William heard the rustling prayer sound in his ears. Confirming that the believers were collectively praising the goddess of death, he gently pushed open the door of the warehouse and ducked in.

Waving

Wayne stared at the waving big hand, wanting to complain but afraid of disturbing the order of the venue. He looked at the warehouse area shrouded in fog, and felt that there were ghosts everywhere. He had no choice but to follow suit and get in.

William politely closed the door, muttered something incomprehensible, and joined the collective chorus of the believers with confidence.

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In the center of the warehouse, about twenty people gathered together, all wearing hooded black robes.

They stood in a circle around the pattern of candles, with their fists crossed over their chests. The dim candlelight could not lengthen their shadows, and the half of their faces that were exposed were uncertain, coupled with the strange tone of the prayer, everything made Wayne particularly uncomfortable.

Judging from the style, the dead believers were obviously not good people.

Wayne passed by the shelf, picked up a crowbar and held it in his hand, humming and hawing to pretend to pray, pretending to join the prayer camp.

The believers were too focused and didn't notice the two strangers in the crowd.

Wayne pretended to praise the goddess and looked at the candle pattern, the familiar inverted triangle, which was not complicated.

There was no blood, no sacrifice, and no scenes of pure girls being disemboweled.

As the believers prayed devoutly, death responded to them. The candlelight turned to darkness, the inverted triangle symbol was dark in an instant, and the eight tentacles spread out from the left and right sides, pointing to the ceiling of the warehouse and twisting in disorder.

Wayne was fascinated. In a trance, he seemed to hear something in his ear. A low voice whispered softly, asking him if he would give everything without reservation.

Wait a minute, why is the voice of the goddess of death so manly?

Wayne was surprised and puzzled. Could it be that the goddess of death is a man, and she chose to debut in women's clothing in order to better harvest leeks?

Wayne's thoughts were interrupted by a distraction, and the whispers in his ears were interrupted. He woke up from his trance and found that the believers around him had stopped praying and looked at him one by one.

Wayne couldn't help swallowing his saliva as he became the focus of the crowd in an instant.

The dim environment around him, coupled with the believers covering most of their faces, Wayne couldn't see their expressions clearly, and could only guess at the brutal faces and eyes full of anger.

What was outrageous was that William joined the other side with a grin, shouting and retreating behind the crowd.

You said you would protect me!

"Intruder, this is not the place for you."

A man stood out from the crowd, probably the leader, and waved his hand, asking his companions to come forward and hold Wayne down.

Perhaps he smelled the breath of death on Wayne, and he happily said something cruel, saying that he wanted Wayne to get the goddess' blessing tonight and completely transform into one of them.

Stop it, your goddess is a real man, and her voice is old and rough!

Wayne retreated again and again, holding the crowbar across his chest, and seeing the believers standing still collectively, his courage doubled for a moment.

Take back what I said before, the crowbar is the best friend of mankind.

Then Wayne saw the believers picking up the steel pipes on the shelves, and twenty people walked towards him with a grin.

Wayne was sweating profusely and said dryly: "It's not a big deal, it's not a collective fight, otherwise... let's use fists, we can save a few years in prison."

Bang! !

The high window at the end of the warehouse was broken, and a slender figure jumped in, reaching the center of the warehouse at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

It was Veronica. She did not let Wayne down. While the believers were away from the candle array, a glass jar hit the center of the inverted triangle symbol.

After the crisp cracking sound, a cloud of green mist surged up, and the green plants full of vitality grew rapidly, disrupting the rhythm of death, causing the eight spider legs to quickly wither and all drooped limply.

"Damn, it's the claws of nature!"

"Catch the heretic, she destroyed the sacred ritual, and she must pay the price."

The leader was furious, and the believers turned their targets and rushed towards Veronica with steel pipes.

At this time, the lights in the warehouse suddenly lit up, and William touched the switch on the wall.

Veronica narrowed her eyes slightly, facing the strong man No. 20 holding a steel pipe rushing towards her, she calmly opened her small bag and held a delicate and small pistol in her hand.

"Don't move, I will shoot if you move."

The believers stopped collectively, their movements were uniform, and under William's shouting, they put down the steel pipes and stood in a row with their hands against the wall.

Wayne: "..."

That's it, that's it?

This is the cruel battle of faith, this is the battle of magicians?

A bunch of cowards, aren't you believers of the goddess of death, you are ready to die, why are you so afraid of death?

Pure passers-by, that pistol has at most ten bullets, there are twenty of you, come together, she can't win!