Restarting the myth

Lundam countryside, northwest.

The vehicle exits the wide highway and turns into a secluded tree-lined path. After continuing for about fifty kilometers, you can see tall walls surrounded by mountains and forests.

There are guard watchtowers on all sides of the wall. Guards stand guard 24 hours a day, and searchlights patrol at night. It is like a large, heavily guarded prison.

After passing three levels in a row, you will see an ancient castle surrounded by dense woods. It is built of natural logs and stones and is dotted with vegetation, giving people a feeling of being integrated with nature.

The castle fully displays the beauty of natural harmony. It is surrounded by wooden villas built subsequently, forming a continuous mountain villa community.

Butterflies and bees are busy flying through the flowers. The breeze blows and the shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying, attracting birds to chase and cry.

It is a very warm place that makes every visitor feel peaceful and comfortable, especially the rows of wooden villas, which look like a resort for aristocratic gentlemen.

Hongyelin Lunatic Asylum.

Sidney parked the car in the parking lot and came to the office to put on his white coat. Although he no longer held the priesthood, he still had a side job doing research in a mental hospital.

Hongyelin is not an ordinary lunatic asylum. The doctors and nurses employed are all magicians. Several of the attending doctors are from different churches, and they all have the strength of the golden mage level.

Sidney stopped in front of the dean's office, checked his clothes, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in, there is no nurse in the room."

Sidney pushed open the door and came to the dean's desk. In front of him was a bald old man with a gray beard and reading glasses.

Director of Hongyelin Lunatic Asylum - Plank.

Planck is unkempt, wearing a greasy white coat, and his beard has not been trimmed for a long time. It is knotted and stiff, and hangs hard on his chest. When he touches the desk, he will make a knocking sound.

He has an odor that is unique to the elderly. He is often interviewed by the human resources department for molesting female nurses, borrowing money from patients and not repaying him, and occasionally gets nagging. He suddenly curses during meetings, which makes people very uncomfortable. It's hard to believe his mental state.

Maybe this old man has already gone crazy.

Sidney once secretly investigated his own dean, who was a non-believer, or in other words, he believed in everything and a little bit of every god.

Gangplank was born in the Free Mage Alliance. Because several major churches wanted to arrange for one of their own to become the dean, they failed in nine consecutive votes and finally voted him out.

According to rumors, this old man is probably a legendary mage.

It should be true. After all, it is hearsay, so the credibility is still very high.

Sidney had great respect for Dean Plank. He once saw with his own eyes that the dean made an attending physician depressed and then put him to death. In less than two hours, a promising golden mage died like this. No more.

"Sidney, I heard that you were fired from the Church of Nature. Why, are you here today to apply for a salary increase?" Plank said happily.

Sidney smiled slightly and said politely: "That's not the case. Without the post of Natural Church, I can devote more time and energy to serving patients, which is a good thing. I passed by your office to increase my workload."

"Is that okay? Are you not afraid of going crazy?"

"No, my faith in the Goddess of Nature is unwavering."

"It's hard to say, your teacher was more determined than anyone else back then."

"..."

Sidney: If you want to talk like this, then I have nothing to say.

"No more joking, tell me, what exactly do you want to see me for?"

Plank opened his desk drawer and took out a large box of butter bread to show off. While eating, he said: "With all due respect, although you are mentally healthy, you are a very purposeful person. In the past, you were hiding from others." Just follow me and you won’t come to my office if you have nothing to do.”

Sidney smiled awkwardly. This was why he didn't like the dean very much. He spoke straightforwardly and had no artistic sense of language.

However, it is also good to communicate with this kind of people. You don't have to beat around the bush and just say what you have to say.

"This morning, several students called me. Lundan is currently in a difficult situation. It has been confirmed that the information about the death knight's appearance is true." Sidney lowered his voice.

"So what? You don't think that my old bones can catch a death knight and lock him up in a lunatic asylum, do you?"

Gangplank bent his beard and licked the cream off it: "Not to mention that I can't do it, even if I can, the death knight is not a madman, why should I catch him?"

Sidney: (_)

There is reason and evidence, and Sidney cannot refute it. The death knight is indeed not a madman.

"One more thing, who confirmed the information and why do you think the Death Knight is really coming and he will not leave the underground catacombs? This is a consensus. We must believe in science."

Plank shrugged: "You can ask the church to try aircraft and cannons. Times are progressing. Don't always think about using magic to deal with enemies. Ordinary people's imagination is also changing the world."

"For example, you are a golden mage, but in front of aircraft and cannons, you are just flesh and blood. Once you step into the realm of forbidden magic, a pistol can kill you."

Why should I go to the Forbidden Demon Realm if I have nothing to do?

Sidney was extremely speechless, knowing that if he didn't interrupt, the old man could talk all day just like he did in meetings, so he opened his mouth and said: "Dean, I..."

"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"..."

Half an hour later, Sidney looked at the dean in front of him exhausted, his mind tortured. He regretted his rashness very much. If he had known this, he would have perished with the Lord of the Void.

"By the way, where were you talking about just now, the part about the Earth Center Cult, right?"

Did I say that?

Sidney's head was a mess. He recalled that he seemed to have said that this was the purpose of his visit to Dean Planck. He simply took over the conversation and said, "Dean, my former teacher Marshall, the evil god of the Earth Center Church, the Lord of the Void, is still in the God's Chosen Continent. His mind is not lingering on the Star Realm Universe. I smell the breath of conspiracy. A disaster sweeping across the God's Chosen Continent is about to come..."

"Go on."

Planck put down the cream cake, his face gradually becoming solemn.

"The death knight leaving the underground tomb is the best example. I can't find the source of the disaster, but I guess the Lord of the Void must know something..."

Sidney's eyes flashed: "My strength is not enough to find out where the evil god exists. I came to the dean for help. I want to personally cut off this sinful master-disciple relationship."

"Okay, but it's hard to find the Lord of the Void with my own strength. I will contact other people and give you news in a while."

"Sorry for bothering you, dean."

"It's nothing. You're going crazy if you don't get treated. I should do it."

Planck raised his finger to the door and said to the guest: "When you pass by the nurse's station, call Jenny and tell her that the dean has a magic that can make her bigger and is ready to show her alone."

Sidney was happy to escape. After thanking him again, he left the office.

He breathed a sigh of relief standing outside the door. The old man really has something. If that set of words hadn't been outdated long ago, he would have been on guard and made psychological hints for himself. I'm afraid he would have confessed everything just now.

Sidney straightened his clothes and went to the nurse station. He remembered the nurse named Jenny, who came from the Church of the Heavenly Father and was said to be the illegitimate daughter of a certain bishop.

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Sidney sighed as he walked, what a strange bishop, who actually took a different approach and didn't like little boys.

In the office, Dean Planck ate another large box of butter bread and shook his head at the door: "I respect the choice of fate and am willing to help you once. You'd better not go crazy, otherwise I can only push you onto the operating table myself..."

He opened the filing cabinet behind him, took out the wooden box with the golden triangle painted on it, opened it, and rummaged through the wooden box to pick and choose.

The cross of the Heavenly Father, the pendant of death, the medal of the sun, the holy grail of blood, the ancient pentagram one-eyed...

They are all ordinary little objects!

Finally, Gangplank took out a dark ring and held it tightly in his hand. He murmured with dark eyes: "Whether the Death Knight is real or not, we really need to confirm it. He is too dangerous."

"And Marshall, why do you keep pestering Sidney? Is there anything worth his nostalgia in Lendan?"

"He actually found his sanity and discovered the true meaning of balance?"

"He shouldn't be so smart..."

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Sewer.

Dadadada!

The undead warhorse ran back and forth, and Wayne controlled the warhorse to use the cavalry sprint skill.

The sparring partner was Abin, and the dog was chased and ran, wagging its tail happily while running.

There was also an audience on the sidelines, Axue.

The white owl stared at the three lively and jumping sand sculptures with wide eyes. The picture was too eye-catching and difficult to accept for a while.

If this is the true face of the Death Knight, those souls who died tragically under the sword would be wronged.

"Axue, come here."

Wayne sat on the horse, and suddenly raised his arm without knowing what he thought of.

Axue didn't want to get too close to the Death Knight, but was stared at by six blind men, so she flew over reluctantly.

The white snow owl landed on the arm covered with armor, and was scratched on the head by Wayne, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, looking very enjoyable.

"I still like your unruly look, this face is too stupid now."

Wayne's dark eyes stared at the snow owl with white light, and the power of death representing tranquility and eternity entangled and slowly injected into the snow owl.

Axue subconsciously wanted to resist, but it was too late. Death corroded its white hair and flesh, and covered it with a layer of dry and ugly undead skin.

Axue screamed, flapped its wings and flew up, trying to get rid of the breath of death on its body, fearing that it would never be able to return to the embrace of the sun.

"It seems that you like it too!"

Wayne laughed, and Yulia followed with a chuckle. Seeing this, Abin raised his head and howled continuously.

With the flying owl skeleton making a shrill cry in the air, the whole villain's mother opened the door for the villain, and the villain came home.

Not long after, the second vengeful spirit summoned by Wayne came along the sewer, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart was desolate.

He Abo also wanted to be a superhero!

"Abo, what's that expression on your face, did you just go into the toilet?"

Wayne raised his arm, and Axue fell on it helplessly, staring at Abo with a pair of black eyes, and had a further understanding of the family background of the Death Knight.

The Death Knight trained one servant after another, and it was impossible for him to be bored. The big plot was probably to massacre the nine million people of Lundan and create a second underground tomb.

"My great master, Abo came at your summons." Abo came to the warhorse and knelt on one knee respectfully.

Abin on the side let out a low roar. He didn't like Abo very much. The latter was too ungrateful. He pretended to be respectful to his master but actually had selfish motives. If it weren't for the contract that bound him and prevented him from betraying, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would definitely lead the rebellion.

Hey, human!

"How is the case going? Have you sent your brother to jail?" Wayne said condescendingly.

"The evidence collected half a year ago has been destroyed, and some insiders have chosen to remain silent for various reasons. It is very difficult to investigate and collect evidence, and it may take some time." Abo said bitterly.

"Tell me about it."

"The general situation..."

Abo advocates the justice and fairness of the law and worships it as a god, but there is not only law in the world, but also money and power, especially the latter. When power is traded, the law chooses to turn a blind eye.

The investigation of the case is very slow, especially the evidence collection link, which can be said to be difficult. Many decisive evidences have been erased, and Abo must start from the beginning.

The congressman seemed to have heard the news and knew that she was entangled by evil spirits. She spent a lot of money to hire several magicians of unknown origin and dismissed the underworld that had been serving her.

"Wait, what was the name of the gang you just said?"

"The Black Snake Society, a black force that has only risen in the past two years. Their boss is very smart and has always served the congressman." Abo said truthfully.

The financial backer of the Black Snake Society is the rising star Doreen Johnny, a newspaper reporter who turned into a congressman. According to Abo's investigation, Doreen has a boss who used the Black Snake Society to kidnap young girls and send them to her boss in exchange for her current political status.

Damn it!

Wayne's skull was beating with white flames. He only dared to imagine what the magic girl was like when he held the shadow nightmare in his hand. These social scum with beastly hearts didn't know their surnames when they had a little power.

Do you really think that darkness can cover up all crimes? There are no superheroes in the darkness?

"Abo, write down the list you investigated and lead the way. I plan to visit them tonight."

"Master, are you ready..."

"Kill them all. My sword has been hungry for a long time. I want to see a river of blood."

"..."

It turns out that they are not robbing their business. That's great.

Abo put on a helpless expression: "My master, they are not qualified for you to take action in person. Give me some more time, and soon..."

"Soon there will be new victims."

"But, but..."

"The goddess of death I believe in admires these villains very much and is ready to recruit them. What I have to do is to send them to the goddess of death."

Wayne interrupted directly and added: "No buts, don't preach the laws of the world to God. That's your insistence. God doesn't care."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and put aside the fantasy of doing evil. There is no rush to imprison the magic girl. There are plenty of opportunities. Tonight, the Death Knight will transform into a hero in the dark to violently control... control...

Wait a minute!

Wayne: (Dan)

No, according to this idea, he should not be the Death Knight. It is more reasonable to change his name to the Dark Knight!

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