Chapter 6 The Magician’s Battle
Wayne was still a little nervous when he signed an unequal treaty for the first time. He eagerly flipped through the Book of Greed to see who the lucky bastard was.
The result is not very good, the contract partner is not only not a living person, but not even a human being.
A dog!
The moment the contract was signed, the table of contents column appeared on the second page, and the page where the Vengeful Spirit was opened showed the true appearance of the first dependent servant.
A vicious dog with half of its body rotting away, its gums exposed, one side of its eyes gray and white, and one side only a black eye socket. Its abdominal ribs were exposed, and all the internal organs in its abdominal cavity had disappeared.
The remaining black fur stuck to the festering muscles, and the overflowing unknown black and yellow liquid was like glue. Several parties worked together to barely hold the dilapidated body together.
It was a stomach-churning scene, even if it was just the image, Wayne could smell a nauseating stench.
"yue~~~"
He retched twice and almost vomited in the car.
"Man, if you throw up in the car, I'll throw you out."
The taxi driver was very dissatisfied. The car was his lover, and he would not allow anyone to mess up his beloved car.
"You can't blame me, your car smells too much." Wayne immediately replied, it was the taxi driver's lover who smelled too much.
The interlude ends with Wayne continuing to flip through the pages of the book where the Vengeful Spirit is, getting both good and bad news.
The Spirit of Vengeance is a dependent. In a strict sense, the moment it becomes a Spirit of Vengeance, the opponent is no longer a resentful spirit, but a magical life transformed by the Book of Greed.
As Wayne's dependent, servant, and summon, all actions of the Spirit of Vengeance depend on Wayne's magic power, and only Wayne's magic power can feed the other party.
Wayne had no magic power, so he was able to open the Book of Greed and sign his first dependent, all because of the magic that William cast on him.
Because of this, he was unable to summon his followers and drive them.
If it does not receive the magic power of its master for a long time, the vengeful spirit will go crazy due to hunger until it disappears completely.
The Vengeful Spirit has two options at this point.
First, the Devourer gained freedom and wandered in the fog of night, becoming a new urban legend.
Second, wait for death in place, and offer the most sincere curse to the master before dying.
Seeing this, Wayne felt a chill, fearing that his family would entrust him with dreams in the middle of the night.
He comforted himself that dogs are loyal and man's best friend. If a dog can have any bad intentions, it is absolutely impossible for a dog to bite its owner.
The good news is that contracts and sacrifices have some similar functions. Wayne has gained some of the abilities of his dependents, including two, namely smell and supernatural sensing.
There is nothing to say about the sense of smell. Dogs are best at it. Supernatural sensing is also easy to understand. When it comes to humans, it is called the sixth sense. When it comes to dogs, it is beast intuition.
The two abilities do not require the use of magic. The moment they are acquired, the instincts generally merge into Wayne and become a habit. If he uses magic, the coverage and intensity of the two abilities can be amplified.
It's a pity that he can't let go, he has no magic power.
Why does it become like this...
Opening the Book of Greed for the first time, signing a family member to become a transcendent member, two happy things overlapped. And these two joys brought me more happiness, and what I got was a time that should have been as happy as a dream...
But why does it become like this...
Why are there all auxiliary skills and no attack skills?
Until dusk, until the taxi arrived in the warehouse district, Wayne was still feeling sorry for himself.
Mengxin was weak, helpless and pitiful. In his eyes, the contiguous warehouse complex was a ferocious beast entrenched on the earth. Once he stepped into it, he would be torn into pieces.
The death believer's stronghold is at No. 66, Area F. It takes at least twenty minutes to walk there. Is it still too late to learn magic now?
Wayne looked disheveled. Under his speechless gaze, Veronica took the first step and took a detour to the back of warehouse No. 66 in Area F.
The troops are divided into two steps and double-teamed from the front and back. This is the rhythm of being caught in one fell swoop!
"Wayne, I appreciate your courage and belief in fighting the evil forces to the end. Even though you were scared to death, you still followed." William raised two fingers in salute, and dragged Wayne with his other hand. Go forward.
"The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. For justice, I am willing to contribute my meager strength."
Wayne said feebly that he followed because he was afraid of missing Veronica and William. He didn't know when he would meet the next magician. It was by no means courage and belief.
"Don't panic, Veronica is very strong, and with me here, you will be fine."
I hope it never passes away!
It must be said that although William is gay and has a strong ability to reshape people of the same sex, his strong body also provides a sense of security. With him in Wayne, I feel much more at ease.
And William is right, Veronica is indeed very powerful, with that handsome face, that small figure, she can casually roll out nine figures after sleeping. If something unexpected happens, Veronica alone can attract everyone on the other side. Firepower.
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The time came to six o'clock in the afternoon, and as the sun completely sank below the sea level, sporadic street lights came on in the warehouse area.
The mist came immediately, hazy like gauze, and gently covered the entire city of Lundan.
As soon as Wayne got the supernatural feeling, he felt an ominous feeling due to the thin mist. His intuition told him that the night in Lundan was really dangerous. The solution was to go home quickly, lie on the bed and seal himself with a quilt.
However, the foggy road home was full of dangers, and he did not dare to walk alone at night, so he chose to stay with William.
"The smell of death...the barrier is indeed here..."
William looked at Warehouse No. 66 in Area F from a distance, took out a black hooded cloak from his handbag, and covered his tall body.
After thinking about it, he took out another black robe and handed it to Wayne. Veronica's black robe was very inappropriate for Wayne.
"Follow me. If there's a fight, stand aside..."
William used the cover of darkness and fog to calmly step into the barrier. It was a sparse and ordinary sensory barrier. It was not highly targeted and could only serve as an early warning, indicating that the death believers gathered in the warehouse were average in strength and not a threat at all.
William easily avoided the barrier's perception, but Wayne didn't. The aura of death on his body was very strong, and he was judged as one of his own by the barrier. He could not trigger the alarm, and there was no need to cover up. Wayne was thinking that the enchantment could bring him magic. It was all magic. The Book of Greed could swallow William's magic, and it would definitely be able to swallow the Death Followers' magic enchantment. He signed the contract for the second time, and he might be able to find someone. An excellent family servant.
The one with built-in attack skills.
The result was not the case. The Book of Greed was successfully opened. His horizons were higher and he would not eat everything. In the future, if Wayne wants to control this book, he can only use his own magic power.
The problem is back to square one, Wayne has no magic!
At this moment, Wayne longed to be a magician more than ever.
At the door of the warehouse, William leaned close to the door and listened. It could be said that he was brave and cautious, or it could be said that he lacked infiltration experience.
Wayne frowned as he saw it. He was a loser and had no say. He could only think that the magician's operation was so crude.
After a moment, the whispering sound of prayers came to William's ears, confirming that the believers were collectively praising the goddess of death. He gently pushed open the warehouse door and got in with a short body.
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Wayne stared at the big waving hands, wanting to complain but afraid of disturbing the order of the venue. He looked at the foggy warehouse area and felt that there was a piao everywhere, so he had no choice but to follow his example. Go in.
William politely closed the door, muttered some unintelligible words, and confidently joined the collective chorus of believers.
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In the center of the warehouse, about twenty people gathered together, all wearing hoods and black robes.
They stood in a circle around the pattern of candles, with their hands clenched and crossed on their chests. The dim candlelight could not lengthen their shadows. The half of their faces exposed were uncertain, and they were praying in strange tones. Everything made Wayne particularly uncomfortable.
Judging from the style, the followers of death are obviously not good people.
Wayne passed by the shelf, picked up a crowbar and held it in his hand. He hummed and pretended to pray, pretending to join the prayer camp.
The believers were so focused that they didn't even notice the two strangers in the crowd.
Wayne pretended to praise the goddess and looked at the candle pattern, a familiar inverted triangle, not complicated.
There is no blood, no sacrifice, and there is no scene like the disembowelment of a pure girl.
As the believers prayed devoutly, death responded to them. The light of the candle turned to darkness, and the inverted triangle symbol darkened for a moment. Eight tentacles spread out from the left and right sides, pointing at the ceiling of the warehouse and twisting in disorder.
Wayne was in a daze, and in a trance, he seemed to hear something in his ears. A deep voice whispered softly, asking him if he would give everything without reservation.
Wait a minute, why is the voice of the goddess of death so pure and manly?
Wayne was surprised and puzzled. Could it be that the goddess of death was a male, and she chose to dress as a woman in order to better harvest leeks?
Wayne's thoughts were interrupted and the whispers in his ears were suddenly interrupted. He woke up from his trance and found that the believers around him had stopped praying and looked at him one by one.
Suddenly becoming the focus of the crowd, Wayne couldn't help but swallow.
Due to the dim environment and the believers covering most of their faces, Wayne could not see their expressions clearly. He could only guess at the ferocious faces and eyes full of anger.
What was outrageous was that William bared his teeth and joined the other party, shouting and retreating behind everyone.
You said you would protect me!
"Intruder, this is not the place you should be."
A man stood out from the crowd, possibly the leader. He waved his hand and asked his companions to step forward and hold Wayne down.
Perhaps because he smelled the breath of death on Wayne's body, he happily said harsh words, saying that he would let Wayne receive the blessing of the goddess tonight and completely transform into one of them.
Stop making trouble, your goddess is a pure man with a rough voice!
Wayne stepped back repeatedly, holding the crowbar across his chest. Seeing the believers standing still, his courage doubled for a moment.
Take it back, the crowbar is man's best friend.
Then Wayne saw the believers picking up the steel pipes on the shelves, and Man No. 20 walked towards him with a grin.
Wayne was sweating profusely and said dryly: "It doesn't matter how big of a deal it is, it won't lead to a group fight. How about... let's use our fists. We can reduce the sentence by a few years."
Bang! !
The high window at the end of the warehouse was shattered, and a slender figure jumped in and sprinted to the center of the warehouse at a speed of 100 meters.
It was Veronica. She lived up to the opportunity that Wayne fought for. While the believers were far away from the candle array, a glass jar hit the center of the inverted triangle symbol.
After the crisp crackling sound, a cloud of green mist surged up, and the vibrant green plants grew rapidly, disrupting the rhythm of death and causing the eight spider legs to wither quickly and all of them flopped down.
"Damn it, it's nature's claws!"
"Catch the heretic. She destroyed the sacred ceremony. She must pay the price."
The leader was furious, and all the believers shouted and changed their targets, waving steel pipes and rushing towards Veronica.
At this time, the lights in the warehouse suddenly turned on, and William touched the switch on the wall.
Veronica narrowed her eyes slightly, facing the strong man No. 20 holding a steel pipe and rushing towards her, she calmly opened her small bag and held a delicate and compact pistol in her hand.
"Don't move, I'll shoot if you move."
The believers stopped collectively and moved in unison. Under William's shout, they cursed and put down the steel pipe, and stood in a row with their hands against the wall.
Wayne: "..."
That's it, gone?
This is a cruel battle of faith, this is the battle of magicians?
A bunch of cowards, aren't you followers of the goddess of death? You regard death as home. Why are you so afraid of death?
Pure passers-by, that pistol can hold up to ten bullets, and you have number 20, come together, she can't win!
(End of this chapter)