Restarting the myth

"Master, she is my friend Yulia.♦♦  ☞♦"

Abin walked through the wall to the backyard and turned to Yulia and said, "This gentleman is my master. He just praised your name and said you are an elegant lady."

"Your master has a good eye!"

Yulia snorted and bowed slightly to Wayne, as a greeting.

The dog and the horse communicated silently. Wayne couldn't hear their voices. Just looking at the gentle temper of the undead warhorse, he raised his hand to his chest and bowed in return, which was considered to accept Abin's weird social circle.

Birds of a feather flock together. There is nothing wrong with the evil dog and the undead horse making friends!

And the undead warhorse is just a little weird. Compared with the group of creaky guys in the geocentric religion, it is too normal.

"Hello, elegant lady, I am Wayne, Abin's master." Wayne smiled and stretched out his hand. It was a subconscious behavior, and he regretted it after stretching it out.

Yulia didn't notice anything strange, lowered her head and tapped Wayne's hand, and started communicating with him enthusiastically.

[Ding]

[Yulia sends you a friend request]

Wayne sensed the fluctuation of magic power, responded with his mind, and established a friendship with Yulia, and communication became unimpeded.

It was like telepathy, and also like a conversation at the soul level, but it was different from the contractual induction between him and Abin.

Wayne was exposed to new magic and was quite curious for a while. He chatted with Yulia in a friendly manner, and the conversation turned to magic.

On the other side, Abin was also talking to Yulia.

"Yulia, don't you want to find a new owner? Why don't you speak up?"

"How can it be so fast? Your owner is very good, but it's the first time I met him. It's too easy for him to get what he wants. He won't cherish me in the future."

"It's really troublesome. You are embarrassed to speak up. I'll help you."

Abin was so worried about his master tying up the little wild horse. He didn't care about Yulia's hesitation and directly explained the whole story to Wayne.

"Your owner is missing?!"

Wayne's eyes widened. Yulia wanted to find a new owner. After Abin's introduction, he decided to give him a chance. This was really sad.

Wayne almost laughed out loud with sadness. Good people are rewarded. The ancients were honest. He did good deeds every day, and God rewarded him by bringing equipment to his door.

"I have such a plan, but you have to go through the test. It's not easy to pull out this sword." Yulia said shyly, just like a guy he met on a blind date.

You're OK, that's it, I'll have to wait and see.

"What about your former owner? He just disappeared, not necessarily dead. If he comes back one day..."

Wayne suppressed his surprise, frowned and said rationally: "A horse can't have two owners. You have to make a choice at that time. I don't want to embarrass you, nor do I want to have a grudge with your former owner because of this."

"My owner doesn't have much brains and won't care about these details. If he gets angry, let him ride a few more laps. He's easy to coax." Yulia said resentfully.

She didn't want to find a new owner for herself, but she felt uncomfortable running with nothing on her back, so she wanted to find something to press down.

Wayne's mouth twitched, not knowing if it was an illusion. Hearing the resentment in Yulia's words, he imagined a scene of a young couple quarreling. The woman couldn't stand the man's chauvinism, so she ran away from home in a rage and found a yellow-haired man by the way.

Oh no, I'm a yellow-haired man!

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin to stop the twitching of his mouth. Forget about the yellow-haired guy. He is a pure love party and will always support the pure love war god to kill a minotaur with one sword.

But...

Yulia's master is currently in Schrödinger state, and the chances of life and death are 50-50. If the other party is really dead, wouldn't he be a waste of God's love if he refuses Yulia?

Dilemma, Wayne chose a compromise.

He was a little aggrieved and took care of Yulia for a while for free on behalf of the former master, so that such a handsome mare would not be homeless on the streets. Once the other party came to the door, he could take Yulia away at any time.

In this way, Yulia was at most practicing skills under his crotch, and the final beneficiary was still the former master.

There is no minotaur, no yellow-haired guy, everyone is a pure love war god.

Perfect, I am simply a genius!

Wayne nodded repeatedly, got Yulia's permission, and prepared to try to pull out the bone knight sword.

Only if he pulled it out, he would be qualified, if he couldn't pull it out, everything would be empty talk.

Just as Wayne touched the hilt of the sword, he thought of something and retracted his hand, saying, "Let's find a place where no one is around first. If there's too much noise, we can leave at any time."

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Cemetery.

Hairy moon, thick fog, phosphorescent fire...

The wind blew, the shadows of the trees were hazy, and the thick fog was close to the ground. Everything was filled with gloom and horror.

Wayne wanted to find a quiet and deserted corner. Yulia led him to the cemetery literally. It was quiet and there were no living people.

Wayne had a mouthful of grumble stuck in his throat. Yulia commented that the former master had no brains, and she herself was no exception. Who would bring people to the graveyard in the middle of the night? It was so quiet. What if someone suddenly spoke?

A graveyard is a graveyard. Wayne didn't pick it. He was eager to try and put his hand on the hilt.

"This sword is called Shadow Nightmare. It is the embodiment of nightmare. Only my master can pull it out. If you feel uncomfortable while pulling the sword out, please let it go immediately and don't be stubborn." Yulia reminded.

Wayne raised his eyebrows, and took the initiative to merge with the Book of Greed, first giving himself a buff, and then slowly drew out the Shadow Sword.

The cold and chilly killing intent extended up along his arm, and Wayne sensed an extremely strong smell of decay. This smell cut off all life, representing the most noble death, and also implied the eternal sleep of decay to the end.

The Book of Greed stretched out its tentacles and swallowed the smell of death. Near the big eyeball, the small eyeball representing death shone brightly, blinking slowly and vividly.

Clang! !

Wayne drew his sword out of the sheath, and a cold light illuminated his eyes.

The hilt guard was shaped like white bones, and at the end of the hilt was a skull with a ruby ​​in its mouth. The material of the sword body was unknown, and the metallic light was blurred.

Wayne looked at the sword body. It was said to be a shadow nightmare, but it was actually glowing white, reflecting his face like a mirror.

In the mirror, his facial features and skin texture disappeared, and the skull's pupils danced with white flames.

Wayne was amazed at the peculiarity of the sword, and didn't notice that he had merged with the Book of Greed, staring at death with his big eyes. With the help of the Shadow Nightmare, the decayed yet eternal power roamed every corner of his body.

The gray vortex surged, and Wayne's body turned into bones.

The black armor condensed, shoulder armor, chest armor, arm armor, finger-guards...

A series of dark and hideous armor condensed, covering the torso and limbs, the broken gray cloak slid down from the shoulders, and the skeleton knight with black smoke on the face slowly took shape.

Wayne was cold all over, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, his mind was unusually calm, his desires were diluted, and he gained unprecedented calmness.

At the end of the bone hilt, the ruby ​​glowed scarlet, and the endless power of death merged into Wayne's skeleton. Holding this long sword, he had inexhaustible power.

So strong!

Ridiculously strong!

For the first time, Wayne felt the power of the divine armor. This kind of power was extremely intuitive and had no side effects...

It seemed that the side effects were serious. The skeleton armor was just a layer of skin. Putting down the white bone sword, he was still the righteous young man with blood under his head.

"Master..."

Yulia watched this scene with bated breath. Seeing Wayne pull out the white bone knight sword, the shape was exactly the same as her master. She was immediately very excited and knelt down to call Wayne the master.

As for the original one, Yulia believed that horses should look up. As a war horse, she couldn't have nothing on her back. She had to carry something.

Abin shook his tail quickly. Sure enough, Master Wayne was unique. Only he could pull out this sword.

Great, I can always be friends with Yulia.

Yulia had been on the empty back for too long. She was anxious to let Wayne ride her for two laps. She knelt down to ask him to get on the horse, quite impatient.

Wayne held the front saddle bridge at the front of the saddle with one hand, stepped on the stirrup and was about to try riding. When he was halfway up, he remembered that he didn't know how to ride a horse.

Poor people play with cars, rich people play with watches, and super-rich people play with horses. His financial strength does not allow him to have this skill.

It would be similar if it was Veronica. She has long legs and has the potential to become an excellent female rider.

"Master?"

"Uh, I can't ride a horse." Wayne uttered slowly, heavy and gloomy.

"..." x3

The dogs were silent.

"It doesn't matter, you can practice. I'll go slower and carry you around the cemetery. You can get the feeling first." Yulia comforted.

"Yulia is right. No one can ride a horse when they are born, and I can't either. Master can get the feeling first. Riding a horse is just like walking. You will get it after riding for a while." Abin encouraged.

"That makes sense."

Wayne put away the Shadow Knight Sword, climbed onto the horse, held the front pommel with both hands to keep his balance, and asked after Yulia stood up: "I forgot to mention just now, who was your original master?"

"Death Knight!"

Yulia said proudly: "He serves the goddess of death, is the lone knight walking in the world for the goddess, is the creator of the underground tomb, and is worshiped by the death believers..."

"That's enough, stop talking, stop by the tree in front, I want to get off the horse."