After getting Wayne's promise, Auston no longer insisted and got the gauze from Megan by relying on his priority status as a master.
Wayne curled his lips. If it was Fla, the gauze would definitely belong to him.
"Megan, I want to pet the cat!"
"Okay, sir. Please wait."
After Megan finished bandaging Auston, she turned around and went to the big house to find the cat. Auston followed her and prepared to start his daily act of playing the victim.
It doesn’t matter whether your wife believes it or not, as long as you have the right attitude.
"As far as I know, the selection of the Saint of the Church of Nature takes at least half a year, and there are many procedures. Xi Fei submitted the recommendation form, and someone from the headquarters will come to verify and evaluate whether you are qualified as a candidate."
Austin is very familiar with the selection process of the Saint, having experienced it once 20 years ago: "Although she is a high priestess and a native of Lundan, she became famous in Paris and has a weak control over the Windsor District. The Saint named Flora will make some small moves recently. You should be careful and don't let the other party catch her handle."
"for example……"
"For example, you and the high priest of the Moonlight Church were a little too close!"
Austin reminded him, "You are also very close to the Heavenly Father Church. These are all demerits. Flora can pull you down with a little trickery and create public opinion."
"What about my identity as the heir of the Landau family?"
"This is a plus. The Ministry of Magic has no good intentions, and the same is true for the Church of Nature. Remember not to really become the Son of God."
"I understand."
"You better understand!"
Auston snorted coldly, and couldn't help but said angrily: "And your terrible private life, how many people did you bring to the cinema?"
"They are all friends."
"The female friend who booked the whole place?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence. I don't have many friends. I only have these few when I count them."
“…”
Auston was so angry that he didn't want to talk. He came to the front of the big house and happened to meet Megan holding Monica. Without saying a word, he grabbed the cat in his arms.
He jerk off very hard.
Monica rolled her eyes, as if her soul had been taken away.
Wayne looked at it with envy and reached out to stroke it as well.
“Meow, meow—”
…
Paris, the Great Underground Tomb.
The tomb passage made of piled bones is winding and tortuous, shaped like a huge underground maze. When walking in it, you can hear low roars from time to time, and the wails of the dead are creepy.
Death is frightening. While it makes people fear the impermanence of life, it also makes people understand how to cherish life.
No matter how rich or noble you are during your lifetime, after death you will be just a pile of dry bones that can be discarded at will. Cherish the present and value your short life.
If you can't extend the length of your life, extend the width of your life!
Perhaps this was the original meaning of the underground tomb, but it is certainly not the case now. The creator and owner of the tomb, the infamous Death Knight, is now just a poor puppet without a head, a horse, or a sword.
He could not represent death, his honor was stripped by the devil, and he became the devil's knight walking on earth.
In the central area of the underground tomb, a forbidden place surrounded by death, countless bones are piled up into mountains, and the air is filled with deathly silence and solemnity.
On the top of the Skeleton Mountain, the Bone Throne stands quietly, silently accompanying its master.
The leader of 800,000 ghost soldiers, the headless knight.
The knight who had lost almost everything sat on the throne, his tattered deathly cloak fluttering in the wind, as if he was reminiscing about the past when he rode his horse and whipped it.
Without seeing his head, it's hard to guess what he's thinking.
You can't guess what it is even if you see it, after all, it's a skull.
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Suddenly, a black wind blew and a man in a black robe walked out from the space crack.
The black jumpsuit covered the entire body, except for the face and facial features which were obscured by the rolling black mist, leaving only a pair of beating red eyes visible.
"Great Death Knight, my master has something to say to you." The man in black robe bowed slightly and expressed his respect to the Death Knight.
He seemed to be accustomed to the Headless Knight's silence. Red light flickered in his palms and sticky blood flowed down.
The black blood seemed to have self-awareness, more like some kind of parasite. After landing on the ground, it spread out in a circle, interweaving into a complex inverted pentagram pattern.
The man in black robe groaned in pain, his strange tone mixed with a bit of satisfaction, and his body slowly melted, along with his black robe, into the magic circle under his feet.
A dark light bloomed, projecting a black portal on the dome of the tomb.
Then, shadows fell one after another, hanging in the air and dancing with dark light.
After a rough count, the number is about twenty.
Devil's Alliance!
The oppression of the seven demon lords brought these devils together. After years of planning, they obtained the head of the Death Knight, and then used the power of the underground tomb to allow their mind projections to enter the human world.
"Knight, when will Paris's gate to hell open? How long do you plan to delay?"
"Obelisk has failed again, and I'm disappointed."
"We promised you that as long as you meet your requirements, we will return the head to you..."
"You've let me down again, Knight!"
The collision of thoughts stirred up chaos in the space. An aura of terror spread, shaking the mountain of bones.
Although the devil's alliance is strong in men and horses, there is unrest internally. So far, they have not elected a leader who can command the support of the people, as can be seen from their noisy words.
Generally speaking, it is the second-in-command or the military strategist who speaks first, and then the leader makes the final decision.
"Stop arguing. You asked so many questions. How should the Cavaliers answer?" A voice of thought resounded, which seemed to be quite prestigious in the league and stopped the chaotic scene.
For a moment, the underground tomb became much quieter. The weak ones kept silent, and only three devils of higher status were qualified to speak.
The Headless Knight said nothing, allowing three thoughts to bombard him one after another. Even when the other party threatened to kill him, he always remained calm and composed.
Seeing that they could not get anything out of him, the Devil's Alliance took collective action, unlocked the head of the Headless Horseman, and forcibly modified his will.
The headless knight's body trembled, and his tattered gray cloak danced wildly, revealing a number of rotten skull faces in the air, expressing his own pain through the voice of the dead.
The Knight of Death is offline, and the Knight of the Devil's Alliance logs into his account.
The Headless Horseman sealed his own mind, forgot Wayne's appearance, and was unable to retrieve the Shadow Nightmare. This was his last resistance, and the Devil's League was helpless.
After all, they are the elites of hell, strong men who climbed up through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They need to be smart and have plans. They use indirect methods and persuasion, and soon they find the root cause of the Headless Horseman's illness.
"The goddess of death has abandoned her knight, and a new chosen one has come. He has become a thing of the past, and is worth nothing except the identity of the owner of a great underground tomb." A beautiful female voice opened the mind.
"Impossible. The Goddess of Death does not care about her knights. Without a new chosen one, he will always be the Death Knight."
"No, the Chosen One has arrived, and Shadow Nightmare has a new master!"
"That doesn't mean that death gave up on him. It should be that he took the initiative and sent his power out of Paris."
"What a loyal knight, he gave up his honor for his beliefs!"
"He entrusted the honor to the new Death Knight, disclosed the information to him and took the Sealed Book away. The location is Windsorendam."
"The gates of hell haven't opened yet, so we can't descend. How about we follow the previous plan? If we succeeded once, we can succeed the second time."
"The new knight will also successfully send away the Shadow Nightmare. There is no point in the cycle."
"That's right, and it takes too much time. During this time, the gates of hell are opened!"
"..." x3
"Lend me your power and let my thoughts descend upon the human world. Only in this way can we completely defeat the Death Knight and take back the Sealed Book."
"Haha, why didn't I come to the world?"
"I'm more suitable!"
The devil is like this. Alliances are formed out of needs, vigilance is born out of trust, and betrayal is purely professional ethics. It is better to expect the alliance to disintegrate on the spot than to expect them to hold a democratic vote.
The three devils knew what was going on. They had had similar conversations many times, and each time ended in failure.
If nothing unexpected happens, there will be no accidents this time.
The three devils had to settle for the second best and gathered their strength to send their familiars down to the human world, one for each person, and no one was allowed to be greedy.
The other demons immediately became dissatisfied.
"Your familiars have arrived, but they are using our power. We finally have hope for the gate to Hell, but now we have to wait a long time again if we do this!"
"Yes, we disagree."
"Unless I allow my familiar to descend upon the human world as well."
"And me!"
“…”
There was another series of noisy sounds. The three devils remained silent. They waited until their allies had expressed their opinions before they spoke slowly.
"The Thousand Eyes Demon died in Lendan. It's very dangerous there. Your familiars will be useless there."
"Sign the supplementary agreement, and our three familiars will not accumulate power in the human world!"
"Unity leads to victory. This is why the alliance was formed. If we continue to quarrel, the Seven Demon Kings will always be the masters of hell and we will always be the losers."
The three devils divided the work in perfect harmony and joined hands with the other devils in the CPU. The effect was not outstanding, but it was absolutely useless. They were all devils, and each of them had several plans. No one would be stupid enough to trust their peers.
The Dullahan couldn't help but chuckle as he watched this scene.
It takes a long time to argue with even a familiar, and you still want to bring down one of the seven demon kings? Dream on!
Perhaps the Dullahan's chuckle was too harsh, or perhaps the obelisk was too important, the devils blocked the Death Knight's view and argued endlessly over their thoughts, and they finally reached an agreement two hours later.
It is already very efficient. If it were in hell, it would take at least two months to negotiate. Its efficiency is even more frustrating than the House of Commons in Windsor.
The result of the discussion was that everyone took a step back, the three upper-level devils paid part of their territory, signed supplementary regulations, and allowed their familiars to descend into the underground tomb.
The target is the new Death Knight, who must take back the Book of Seals and deliver the Shadow Nightmare to the Death Knight of the Alliance.
On the dome of the great tomb, the black portal trembled violently, and lines intertwined downwards. The minds of a group of demons worked together to pry open the seal between hell and the human world, and sent the three familiars to the human world.
First it is a projection, then it materializes into reality.
At a certain intersection between the human world and hell, a door of bones trembled slightly, as if it had its own breath, rhythmically emitting hot sulfuric air.
On a white pillar not far away, the angel's golden rule words were written - anyone who enters here, please give up all hope.
The Gate of Hell.
In front of the door is an angel's warning, telling the intruder that hell lies ahead and it is still not too late to turn back.
The bone gate is made up of staggered ribs and is the entrance to hell. The Demon Alliance successfully avoided the seal imposed by heaven through the power of the underground tomb, causing the ribs to open to both sides and activate an uneven black passage.
The process is very complicated, and if you are not careful you will trigger the seal, attracting the angels to watch.
The devils were very cautious, and the moment the passage opened, they threw three figures from hell into the world.
The camera returns to the underground tomb, and the black portal of the dome shrinks, as if it was seriously injured and its last bit of strength was squeezed out.
At the foot of the mountain of bones, three figures slowly opened their eyes, took a breath of the foul air of the mortal world, and their faces showed excitement.
This is the human world, where even a fart is filled with the fragrance of freedom, which is far from comparable to the sulfurous smell of hell.
All in all, the world is good and beautiful.
There are two male and one female familiars. Well, judging from their appearance alone, the familiars can be considered devils. They are all devils, so their gender cannot be too rigidly defined.
The black shadow on the left hand side is burly and strong like a small mountain, with clear muscle lines under his scales. Even when he is still, one can feel the powerful energy flowing in his body.
This figure has a bloody mouth, covered with fine scales, and a thick and long tail swinging behind it, with some physical features of a dragon.
He bent over and looked at his master, and his tall body shrank and turned into a two-meter-tall bald man.
He was wearing a black robe, had a face full of flesh, and bloodshot eyes. He looked like he had a devil tattooed on his face.
The black shadow in the middle seemed to be a crow, its entire body was pitch black, reflecting a dim metallic light, it had a black beak with fangs, and a slender neck like a snake. After bowing to its master, it turned into a human form.
He wore a suit jacket, a gentleman's hat, leather shoes, gloves, a walking stick, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had handsome features and a humble smile, a true aristocratic elite.
The last black shadow is formed by the upper body of a woman and a spider stitched together. The long black hair covers the fair and plump chest, and the bloated spider abdomen and slender legs give a sense of decadent and evil dark beauty.
She bowed to her master and transformed into a fair-skinned, black-haired beauty in a black backless evening gown. The fabric was high-end and silky, revealing her beautiful curves.
She waved her hand and formed a huge black wide-brimmed sun hat with her mind. She tied her long hair at the back of her head and put on the sun hat to cover her seductive face.
"..." xN
The devils were silent for a long time, but they had the momentum and the situation, and they looked like special agents from hell.
Could hardly fault it.
But aren't you three too ostentatious? This look clearly has problems. Forget about going to Windsor. I'm afraid you'll be questioned by Vatican clergy as soon as you step out of the underground tomb.
"Change it to something more ordinary."
Five seconds later, the passerby combination of dock sailor + old shoemaker + female factory worker emerged.
This is a sure thing!
"Go to Lendan, find the new Death Knight, and give him some little shocks of hell!"
"Yes, sir." x3
"Hehehe——"
…
Moonlight Church, library.
The church stronghold was renovated, the once dilapidated cathedral was restored to its original state, and church members transferred from various places walked inside.
The full moon hangs high in the sky, the waterfall roars, and the scene of thriving vitality is still before our eyes.
Office of the High Priest.
Pushing open the wardrobe, you can see the living room and study. A full moon hangs high outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the cold moonlight casts silver light. The sofa, bathtub, desk, double bed and other battlefields are all there.
The high priest was too lazy to act anymore, so he turned his office into a love nest and invited his boyfriend over for some intimacy.
"What, you want to participate in the Saint Selection of the Nature Church?"
"The Son."
"Even the Holy Son can't do that!"
Philomena grasped the key point and couldn't help laughing: "You are not pure anymore, how can you be qualified to be the Son of God?"
"Don't talk nonsense. I have always been pure, okay."
Wayne was not convinced. Even though this had happened, he knew that he was a good boy, pure as a blank sheet of paper.
Philomena rolled her eyes and said jokingly, "The Church of Nature is really open. In our Moonlight Church, I would have eliminated you in the first round."
"It's all your fault, the high priest. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be pure."
I wouldn't believe you!
Philomena leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder and warned him, "Quit the selection immediately. Don't joke about the belief in God. Impure is impure. There is no chance of luck. Once the God descends, your filthy soul will turn into ashes in an instant."
"Detailed."
Wayne asked curiously, "God will also look through the memories of the descended body?"
"Otherwise, you have no secrets before God."
Philomena bit Wayne's ear. She had finally waited for a shoulder to entrust her life to, and she was unwilling to be a widow at such a young age. In order to make Wayne give up his idea of the Son of God, she turned over and rode on him to take him down.
The translation failed because Wayne pressed it.
"Don't mess around. I still have to participate in the selection of the Holy Son. Don't even think about tainting my innocent body."
"Excuse me, but you are not innocent."
"Hey, you're so proud of yourself!"
Wayne held Philomena's strong heartbeat and said, "Tell me, what are the processes for selecting the Saint's daughter and the Saint's son? Is there a process for the Life Alliance?"
"It's almost the same process. If necessary, the Saint can share it."
"shared?!"
"Well, there were heavy casualties during the War of Faith, and there was a record of the saint sharing..."
Philomena thought for a while and said, "I have seen the document records in the church headquarters. It was a long time ago and the exact year was not marked. I only know that the Life Alliance had been formed at that time and our enemies were darkness and death."
"Darkness and death also share a saint?"
“I don’t know.”
Philomena shook her head and returned to the previous topic. She really cared about Wayne and advised: "The goddess cannot be desecrated. Don't joke with your life. For the sake of our children, don't compete for the Son of God."
"Child?!" Wayne's face turned pale.
"Um."
Philomena leaned on Wayne's shoulder. Although she hadn't done anything yet, she had already thought of a name. She squinted her eyes and said, "Let's name the boy Damian and the girl Helena. What do you think?"
“…”
"Speak!"
"I think there is a man named Clark on the Chosen Continent, and he is the love of my life."
"ah?"
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