The selection of the Saint was less stressful than Wayne had imagined.
Every day he either practices or gets beaten up by Veronica. Occasionally he goes to visit the neighbor next door and rubs Alex to the ground.
Alex was numb, he couldn't fight his sister, he couldn't beat Wayne, Veronica never paid any attention to him, his already melancholy face was now full of pain, he felt like he was going to die.
On March 12, the first round of candidate selection officially began, saving the suffering Alex.
On the afternoon of the 8th, magicians from the headquarters worked in front of villas No. 4 and No. 8. They worked all night long and after repeated tests, they confirmed that the portal was operating correctly.
Then it took another four days before the first round of selection began. Not to mention that Wayne had no intention of becoming a saint, even if she did, her patience had been worn out.
The top brass at the headquarters were too slow in their work, so he was chosen as the Pope. The saints changed their clothes backstage and started a fashion show. Whoever had the highest score would be elected, and the saint would be chosen in at most three days.
He can give some clinical guidance, explain the script of Night Light to the candidates, dig deeper into their acting skills, broaden their acting range, and a qualified saint will be selected!
It’s very easy and will take less than half a year.
That is to say, the current means of communication are average. Otherwise, if Pope Wayne calls on the whole nation to have a carnival, and every registered believer is eligible to vote, that would be the real election grandeur, instantly surpassing the two allies, the Sun and the Moonlight.
Having said that, Wayne knew very well that the reason it took so long was because the top management was assessing the candidates' wisdom.
A saint can be a vase, but she can never be a fool.
Two villas and four people living next to each other must have a deliberate purpose for the deliberate arrangement. The choice of candidates is very important. Whether to deal with the most familiar competitors in advance or to form an alliance to overcome difficulties, both are very important.
The portal opened, and behind it was the so-called Nightmare Corridor.
Wayne stood in front of the portal, his mouth not moving, his lips open, and said to Veronica: "Everything is going according to plan. I want to see your nightmare. The dragon blood curse is very important. You can't copy the reference answer for this level."
Veronica nodded. Opportunities are hard to come by. If one can foresee the dragon blood curse in advance, it will be of great significance in overcoming difficulties in the future.
She had faith in Wayne's brains and abilities, and was capable of dealing with the social waste even if the nightmare became reality.
"Also, don't attack Alex and his sister. The Nightmare Corridor is a test for the four of us. Just because we have the answer, we can easily pass this level, but it doesn't mean we can easily handle the next level..."
Wayne warned, "If I'm not mistaken, the top management is too confused. There will be no competition in this year's Saint Selection. All assessments and levels will be based on a scoring system. Several candidates will be eliminated in each round. There may also be a resurrection match, and finally..."
Finally, let your fists speak!
After all, it is the magical world. No matter how good the topic is, it is not as convincing as a real fight with real guns.
This is consistent with the current situation of high-level bargaining. Every candidate supported by the top leaders has a chance, and they are screened layer by layer, and interests can be exchanged at every stage.
I just don’t know how many meetings the top executives sat down for and how many pairs of shoes were thrown away in order to discuss this year’s competition mechanism.
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The two magicians from the headquarters checked again and after confirming that everything was correct, they handed Wayne and Veronica a treaty similar to a life and death agreement to sign.
The treaty did not reveal where the portal was, it only said that all risks were borne by the candidates themselves, and the specific assessment items had to be explored by the candidates themselves.
Wayne stepped into the portal first and entered the magic world, the Nightmare Corridor.
At first glance, the whole world is made up of high black walls and white ground. The black walls are towering into the clouds, reaching the end of the sky. They extend from the starting point, twisting and turning to form a maze.
Bang!
Wayne swung his punch and hit the black wall directly. The spider web cracks spread rapidly and the entire wall was crumbling.
Just won’t fall.
The next second, the entire wall automatically refreshed and recovered.
There may be people watching around, so do an experiment to prove that you don’t have any cheat sheets.
Veronica followed Wayne in. Knowing the answer to the problem, she walked in front and walked three hundred steps along the winding maze corridor, ushering in her own nightmare.
Veronica's eyes were spinning, the black walls and white ground were moving away rapidly, her body fell to the ground like flying in the clouds, and when she looked up, the Landau Manor came into view.
She and Wayne were sitting on the lawn in front of the manor house, and the black cat Monica was squatting on the lawn skimming.
Stand out.
The two men suddenly appeared, scaring Monica. She jumped into the air, clamped herself in mid-air, and after landing, each of her four claws ran away and whooshed into the woods.
From a distance, you can hear the sound of cursing.
"..." x2
(＝_＝)x2
Does it have to be so real?
Wayne complained in his heart and slapped Veronica on the shoulder: "Remember, except for me, everything you see now is a dream. Don't believe anyone other than me. Do you understand?"
Veronica nodded. Wayne had already solved the problem and would not be trapped in a dream by the nightmare corridor. Everything in front of her was a distorted reality, a dream, her own fantasy.
"Come on, let's go inside and see how real this place is."
The two entered the big house and looked around, but didn't see a single maid.
Not to mention the maid, the whole house was empty, not even a ghost.
Soon, the first survivor appeared.
The study door opened, and Megan walked out slowly. She met the young master and the young lady and nodded slightly. After asking, she explained that she was going to find Monica.
Auston wants to pet the cat.
Veronica poked her head towards the study. Big Trash was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, playing with an ancient silver coin with one hand. She glanced at her children without responding.
You are so arrogant and need to be punished.
"He's not my nightmare..."
Veronica hesitated for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be afraid of you laughing at me. In my dream, he was crushed to death by a giant dragon."
"Good death."
Wayne nodded in approval, pulled out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at Auston and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Auston sat on the sofa in a daze, his eyes wide open, smoke coming out of the gun between his eyebrows.
A streak of black blood flowed down his cheek, dripping down and gradually wetting the newspaper.
"What are you doing?"
Veronica was startled. Looking at the big piece of trash with its head shot out, she couldn't help but feel palpitations even though she knew it was an illusion.
"In case he gets crushed to death by the dragon, I'll kill him first."
Wayne blew on the muzzle of the gun and winked, "To be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Veronica glared at Wayne fiercely and said through gritted teeth: "No matter what, he is your father."
"It's just an illusion. The real person will definitely not die..."
Veronica's eyes were too fierce, and Wayne stepped back and hurriedly explained why he did that.
At this time, the person who should least appear showed up.
Xifei's figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
Veronica was horrified and stood in front of Wayne, fearing that he would draw his gun and shoot indiscriminately, killing her mother as well.
Even in a dream, you can't act recklessly.
"Veronica, Wayne, what are you two doing? Where did the gunshots come from?" As Healy walked closer and closer, he smelled the smoke and blood in the air, and his face gradually became ugly.
Wayne didn't think much about it, he put the gun in Veronica's hand and whispered, "You do this, I can't do it."
If you can't do it, how can I?
Veronica was furious and slammed the gun against the wall.
At this time, Xifei had already arrived at the door of the study. She was shocked by the bullet hole between Austin's eyebrows. She stood there stupidly, so shocked that she even forgot to breathe.
A bone-chilling chill spread in the air, and Wayne and Veronica shivered at the same time.
boom!
A figure smashed the glass windows and walls, rushed into the study with murderous intent, looked at Auston's back as he stopped breathing, and his whole face twisted in an instant.
Megan!
Megan's eyes turned bloodshot, and her body swelled uncontrollably. A terrifying high temperature spread, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.
There were two murderous voices in total.
Under Veronica's horrified gaze, it was not only Megan who turned into a dragon, but also her mother Sphy. The two dragons, each over a hundred meters long, changed size at will, shredding the paper-like walls and rock walls, and the ruins of the corridor and study fell to the first floor.
Veronica was trembling with fear, facing the anger of two huge dragons, who were also her close relatives. Her teeth were chattering and she didn't know how to explain it.
It's all an illusion!
boom!
The white dragon's tail smashed down like a mountain, brushing past Veronica as it landed on the ground. The whistling wind shook her eardrums, blew away her golden hair, and cut her cheeks like a knife, causing pain.
Veronica vaguely heard the sound of flesh and bones breaking, her face turned pale for a moment, and she turned around in a daze.
The place where Wayne was was covered by the dragon's tail, bright red blood spread, and a broken arm fell alone to the ground.
“Roar, roar, roar—”
The third dragon transformed, and Landau Manor suffered an epic weakening and was soon razed to the ground.
…
Bang!
Wayne knocked down the evil force in front of him with a straight punch, stepped on his face, and said condescendingly, "Auston, remember, from today on, I am the head of the Landau family."
The evil gangster Auston tried to struggle, but Wayne kicked him on the butt, and he fell into the woods in an arc like a banana ball.
Megan jogged after him, carrying a medical kit.
After dealing with the first generation of the family's evil forces, the second generation Wayne walked towards Heath and Veronica on the sidelines. The two applauded and praised him, and were optimistic that the Landau family would prosper in Wayne's hands.
"It turns out that the ugliness in my heart is so ugly, although it feels good..."
Wayne complained speechlessly. He and Alex chose to share intelligence because of the century-old friendship between the two countries, and each side got the intelligence they wanted.
Wayne got the answer to the Nightmare Corridor. Nightmares are inevitable, but they can be downgraded. He followed the formula of turning a big dream into a small dream and entered this dreamland.
The real nightmare, the ancient god, Wayne doesn't want to summon.
The risk is too great, who knows if the ancient god will really do it.
It was still a dream the previous second, and the next second the ancient god came and took over the dream, turning the virtual into reality, giving out sweets without any difference, and offering good wishes to the headquarters of the Church of Nature.
The next day, the Church of Death received great news that the Death Knight single-handedly wiped out the entire Church of Nature.
I can't be happy at all!
The big nightmare cannot be had, the small nightmare is Auston, the big shot who drove him out of London and made him live in fear for several months.
You can enjoy this as much as you want.
Wayne got his revenge in his dream. He waved his hand to dispel the illusion. He wanted to enjoy it for a while, but was afraid that if he delayed too long, something might go wrong with Veronica.
It was still Randall Manor, and still the large lawn in front of the woods. Wayne saw Monica flirting at a glance.
“Suck, suck—”
The password was wrong and communication was unavailable, so Monica ran away cursing.
"Veronica wake up, the sun is shining on your butt."
Wayne pushed Veronica beside him and found that the latter was tense all over, with her fists clenched at her sides, her face grim, and tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. He couldn't help but frown.
It happened so quickly that in the blink of an eye I fell into a deep dream. I was clearly told that everything was an illusion and I shouldn’t believe it easily.
Are you stimulated?
Seeing Veronica crying so miserably, Wayne didn't dare to delay. He lowered his head and put it against Veronica's forehead, invading her mind and forcibly breaking into her nightmare.
"Roar, roar, roar——" x3
Wayne was shocked when he saw the scene. Randall Manor was in ruins, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, not even a single wall standing upright.
High in the sky, three white dragons were fighting, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Wayne used his brain to guess that the three dragons were Megan, Sphy and Veronica.
"Teacher and Veronica can also turn into dragons..."
"Is this Veronica's imagination, or is the key point of dragon blood evolution to achieve the complete giant dragon form?"
"Stop fighting!"
Wayne was talking loudly, and just after taking two steps, he saw a pool of blood and a broken arm, and immediately frowned.
"What a handsome Xiaoyou, he looks very similar to mine, so Veronica went berserk... What's the source of the teacher and Megan's berserk?"
Wayne shrugged his nose and found Auston, whose eyes were open, dead in the ruins in the corner.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a small wound on your head, you won't die."
Wayne held Auston's shoulders and shook him: "Don't play dead. A scourge like you can't be killed by just one bullet. It's too easy for you."
"Auston, say something!"
"Old Deng——"
After confirming that Auston was really gone, Wayne, a filial son, smiled widely, with a look of joy that his father had passed away.
He smiled and praised: "Whoever did it, the shot was really good, tell me quickly, I will avenge you."
"What do you mean by not talking? You don't want me to help you get revenge?"
"I understand. When will the cycle of revenge end? The past is the past."
"I can't tell, you can take it and let it go. You have a broad mind and are a real man. Go with peace of mind. I will take care of the family from now on."
Wayne was filled with admiration. At this moment, Auston's figure seemed more majestic than ever before. It was a figure that he would never be able to catch up with in his entire life.
Since I can’t catch up, I won’t chase it anymore.
…
Natural Church Headquarters, Meeting Hall.
Above is the clear blue sky and the azure dome, below is the amber lake with ripples caused by the wind, and white pillars are lined up on the left and right, connecting the sky and the earth to support this world.
In the center of the pillar, a ten-meter long white table stands horizontally, with several white high-backed chairs on it.
All the high-ranking members of the Natural Church were present. The Pontiff himself did not come, but his thoughts were there. The Pope sat at the head of the long table, opposite him was the Great Prophet, and the oracle high priests were on his left and right.
There is no place for a saint.
The great prophet was wearing a white robe, his face was blurred, and a mandrill was squatting beside him, scratching its ears.
The crystal ball in front of him played the scene of the candidates entering the nightmare corridor. The candidates struggled and sunk into the nightmare, showing their abilities and also revealing the ugliness in their hearts. Except for a few kind-hearted people, the others had flaws to varying degrees.
The Great Prophet was not here to select the Saint, he was here to slap people in the face, and the first selection made the top brass embarrassed.
As the Great Prophet pushed his hands away, the camera turned to Wayne.
To be precise, it was because Veronica's dream was too grand, with three giant dragons appearing at every turn, which stunned the top management.
"White Dragon?"
"Three so many, it should be Dragon Blood's nightmare."
"Where does so much dragon blood come from?"
"Looking at the information, it's Veronica Landau from the Windsor District. Her mother is Xifei Valentine, the candidate for the last Saint..."
"So he is a student of High Priest Senna. No wonder, I was wondering where all the dragon blood came from, it turns out it came from here!"
"Haha, that's great!"
Everyone was talking about it, and Senna became particularly angry when she heard it. She was not there in person, but her mind was there. There was a cloud of white mist on her face, and her true appearance could not be seen.
At this time, Wayne entered Veronica's dream.
"Why is this kid so fast?"
"His dream was so random. Just one punch... Let me see, the person he knocked down was his biological father. How funny. It seems that the relationship between father and son is not harmonious."
"In his sister's dream, he shot his father dead with one shot. It was quick, accurate, ruthless and steady. It shows that the bad relationship between father and son is well known to everyone, even his sister thinks so."
"No, what I mean is that his dream was so perfunctory. Did the Great Prophet leak the questions?"
Everyone started to tease the Great Prophet, and as they were talking, they were amused by Wayne's stand-up comedy on the screen.
Everyone laughed unrestrainedly, not giving Senna any face. They all knew that Senna was the supporter behind Wayne and Veronica, so those who didn't want to laugh also laughed.
Moreover, the father said goodbye to his son and smiled, which really shows filial piety!
As they were laughing, everyone realized something was wrong. Senna, who should have been embarrassed, was laughing happier than anyone else.
What's going on? Have these girls finally gone crazy?
She won't go berserk, will she?
Everyone was worried. Dragon Blood's madness was not just talk, it could really result in death.
They were afraid of being dragged into it, so they all quieted down and dared not laugh.
"Laugh, why aren't you laughing?"
Senna spoke coldly, looking around at everyone, then returning her gaze to Wayne, extremely satisfied with his performance.
I originally thought that since he was Austin's son, it would be hard to have a good impression of him given all the negative reviews. Unexpectedly, the relationship between father and son was not harmonious, and my good impression of him came immediately.
Full marks for this game!
Senna swept away her previous disgust and had a good impression of her students.
Although Wayne has repulsive blood flowing in his body, and it is particularly pure, almost a one-to-one replica of the man twenty years ago, which makes Senna annoyed, but Wayne can still be saved if he repents in time and stops at the brink of disaster.
I am very happy!
Thinking that Wayne was the only one in three generations, Senna immediately recognized him as her own disciple, and thought about sending him some prizes to praise him after he advanced to the next level.
It is impossible for Wayne to become the Son of God. It is too absurd for the goddess to descend upon the Son of God, but his mind is first-class and very worth cultivating.
Senna plans to send Wayne to the Knights of Nature. If he passes the assessment, she will then spend a lot of effort to inject him with dragon blood to complete his transformation.
But first, she had to make sure whether this heir was worth training, lest he was just another rebellious ungrateful person.
Just as he was thinking about it, Wayne's figure in the picture changed, and everyone in the conference room held their breath.
The Son...
It seems that it is not impossible.
The Great Prophet even slammed the table and stood up. His blurred face was shining brightly. He said as if he had found a treasure: "That's it, that's him. I want this person... No one can snatch him from me!"
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