Restarting the myth

In any era, the lethality of firearms is terrifying. A group of unarmed infected bodies want to break through the rain of bullets, and the ending is self-evident.

They didn't even see the machine gun. They died on the way to the villa under the precise sniper rifle.

The lawn is too big!

In a sense, it was the money that killed them.

In front of the foggy gate, the butler ordered people to pile up sandbags and set up two machine guns, forming a cross network with maximum firepower.

Two maids each have a machine gun. They are sturdy and seem to have no recoil when they shoot.

Unfortunately, they can't shoot.

The heads were taken by the sniper maids on the roof.

Wayne sat behind the sandbags, with a parasol, a small lounge chair, sunglasses and black tea, and next to him was the butler with a single-lens mirror standing upright.

He thought of the believers who had just spit out tentacles, guessing that these people were parasitized by raw eggs, and said with a cold face: "What disgusting tentacles, they are so ugly!"

The housekeeper and the maid did not panic because of the appearance of the believers. They knew that magic existed in the world and had received professional training. Especially the housekeeper, who had a fierce record of killing four magicians head-on.

The same sentence, within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.

Wayne picked up the telescope and looked at the tentacles hanging from the sky of the town, frowning and not speaking.

Looking at the situation, the sacrifice ceremony has been started. I wonder if Isabella can withstand it? The Geocentric Church gathering gathered a large number of townspeople. Have these innocent people been parasitized?

Wayne did not like the Geocentric Church. Whether from the righteousness or from personal grudges, he could not have a good impression of the Geocentric Church.

Even if it was the transport captain, the Lord of the Void, Wayne was unwilling to say a word of thanks to the other party. He robbed the four elements with his own ability, why should he thank him?

The arrival of the believers made Wayne realize that he was named by the Lord of the Void. If Isabella died, a large number of mutated believers would rush to the house, and there would be powerful magicians such as the leader and the great leader.

If all the townspeople in Enrode Town were mutated, Wayne's scalp would be numb just thinking about the feeling of zombies besieging the city.

He believed that the housekeeper and the maid could hold on to the house for 58 days. He just felt it was a pity that the townspeople were innocent and should not have suffered such a disaster.

"I hope Isabella will not disappoint the teacher..."

Wayne murmured, and suddenly sensed a wave of magic power.

There are also masters!

He stood up, asked the housekeeper to be alert, and looked at the direction of the magic power fluctuation.

On the lawn, the believers who were blown up by sniper rifles twisted their bodies and crawled, wriggling together, with blood and flesh piled up, and the overflowing white foam stitched into a whole.

The meat ball, with arms and legs and a pale face, rolled and ran towards the sandbag.

The target was Wayne.

The two machine guns opened fire immediately, with fire lines interlaced, focusing fire on the rolling meat ball, exploding blood and flesh.

The flat lawn ensured that there was no blind spot for the firepower, but it only slowed down the speed of the meat ball, unable to stop it completely, let alone completely defeat it.

Boom!

The meat ball didn't know what it was pressing on, and was thrown half a meter away by the violent explosion. After falling to the ground in pieces, it touched the steel wire that had been arranged long ago, and raised a series of fire snakes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions continued, and the Molotov cocktails buried in the ground exploded, attached with blood and flesh foam, and purified with high temperature and heat.

The effect was outstanding. The flesh and blood infected by the parasite and gradually assimilated into the starfish were very flammable. After a while, the lawn was filled with fire curtains and black smoke.

Wayne raised his hand, took the silk scarf from Fla and covered his mouth and nose.

The Molotov cocktail was made by the butler. According to Wayne's request, highly adhesive engine oil was added to the gasoline to make the flame difficult to extinguish.

Occasionally, a white light came on, dazzling and eye-catching, like white phosphorus.

Fla: Magnesium powder, I added magnesium powder!

In order to ensure high-temperature and strong sterilization, the butler tied magnesium powder around the Molotov cocktail. He is a professional butler and very professional, familiar with the making techniques of Molotov cocktails.

As for the destruction of the lawn, the butler did not take it to heart. He made a phone call and Lendan would deliver a new lawn.

Wayne wore sunglasses and sighed at the butler's meticulous consideration. It was hard to imagine how sloppy his life would become after he lost the butler three months later.

Wayne didn't have time to sigh for long, and a sudden change occurred in the field. More than a dozen muddy natives rose from the ground and walked towards the sandbags under crossfire.

The enhanced slime monster ignored the damage of bullets, and the penetration quickly merged, almost physically immune.

They waded through the minefield and advanced under the explosion.

Wayne frowned and closed his eyes to sense the presence of the magicians around him. The result was not very friendly. Not only was the opponent's magic attainment higher than his, but his breath-holding skills were also very advanced. His dog nose could not smell the smell at all.

Wayne was eager to try, half-squatted and put his hands on the ground. In terms of magic attainment, he might not be as good as the opponent, but when it comes to the reserve of magic power...

Hehe, my painting style is worse than yours!

One wall after another surged up, imprisoning the clay man and solidifying it together, using basic magic to defeat advanced magic in a way of defeating the superior with the inferior.

The basis is that in Wayne's view, the two bishops Kent and Melville did not think that the earth wall was basic magic, and Wayne summoned more than ten earth walls at a time, which made the two bishops secretly feel tricky.

The magic power of the Son of God is very huge, and his thinking and will are also strong enough to ensure that he can release and control more than ten magics at the same time.

It is impossible to take the Son of God away using conventional means!

The magic power wave spread out, and dark rain clouds surged over the villa, friction snakes rushed, and a heavy rain was about to fall.

Wayne's eyes lit up, and he accurately captured the location of the magic power wave, and said quickly: "Two o'clock direction, fifty meters."

Fla nodded, pushed the suitcase on the table, and pressed it accurately.

With a loud bang, the soil and blood splashed, and the shock wave brought half of the charred body into the air, taking away the cautious Bishop Melville.

He was already cautious enough, but poverty limited his imagination, and he never expected that the butler was so well prepared.

The rain clouds over the villa quickly dissipated. At Wayne's signal, the butler tapped his hands continuously, and explosions came one after another, directly plowing the lawn in front of the villa.

The scorched earth was everywhere, smoke rose, and the pungent smell spread in all directions with the heat wave.

"Master Wayne, the enemy is dead, and there seems to be no other intruders." Fla came to Wayne's side, bowed and handed over a silk scarf to cover his nose.

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Wayne nodded, took a deep breath, took the silk scarf with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the ground.

The cover of the Book of Greed, the big eyeball looked at nature, the connection was opened, and the obscure information poured into the big eyeball, lingering in Wayne's body, dyeing his pure white magic green.

Wayne's veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the huge magic power far exceeding that of a magician apprentice poured into the ground, and grass clippings grew rapidly, and vines ran and interspersed in the soil.

The lawns around the big house were like the sea surface under a storm, with rolling waves and ups and downs.

The stormy waves, the undercurrents, hundreds of vines weaving and interweaving, the huge encirclement kept shrinking, looking for the big rats that might be hidden in it.

Bang!

The flaming wind blade cut a square on the surface, and Bishop Kent jumped out and shouted loudly: "Son of God, I am Kent, the bishop of the Earth Center Church. I am here to greet you by the order of the Lord of the Void. I am not an enemy."

Wayne turned a deaf ear to it. He and the Earth Center Church were not on the same side. The righteous partners and the evil villains could never be on the same side.

He increased the output of magic power, and hundreds of vines drilled out of the ground, forming groups of three or two, and turned into vine palms to grab Kent.

Kent would naturally not sit and wait for death. While calling, he tried to awaken Wayne's conscience and asked the Son of God not to be stubborn. At the same time, he walked in the air, and magic ripples burst out under his feet. He kept changing directions while walking in the air to avoid the pursuit and interception of the vine palms.

At the same time, he waved the wind blade and flames to disperse the vines that could not be avoided.

Boom!

Wayne's magic power burst out again, and more vine hands emerged from the ground, making up for the gap between himself and Kent with numbers. Finally, a big hand grabbed Kent's calf.

The vines contracted, and the severe pain interrupted Kent's thinking. As the vines wrapped around his palms, the plant ball contracted and solidified in mid-air.

"Hey, I caught you!"

A light flashed in Wayne's eyes, and the ball made of vines was deeply buried in the ground, and then his open palm suddenly clenched into a fist.

Bang!

A muffled sound, very faint.

There was no screaming, and there was no sound of breaking and compression. Kent walked very quietly.

Wayne sighed and looked at Fla: "Butler, do I count this as murder?"

"As far as I know, it doesn't count without evidence."

"..."

Wayne rolled his eyes and was about to complain, Fla took out a white towel from his jacket pocket, wrapped Wayne's right hand and slowly wiped it.

"???"

Wayne had a string of question marks on his mind. What was going on?

"Master Wayne, your hands are dirty."

"..."

Wayne: (?_?)

Don't be like this, housekeeper. The better you perform, the more I fear losing you.