The Moonlight Church’s largest stronghold in Lundan is a library.
The same goes for the Life Alliance, regardless of whether the stronghold is big or small, they like to use libraries as a cover.
This library is located next to a bustling Commercial Street with a large flow of people around it, making its geographical location excellent.
When Wayne emerged from the sewer, Mona had already arrived at the library entrance. She was assigned the task of placing a "play," and having not seen her master for many days, she came over with a smile and a wafting fragrance, having just finished a job.
A woman dresses up for the man who pleases her, freshly-applied perfume.
"What exactly happened this time, what kind of devil was it?"
As Wayne entered the library’s gate, he slightly lifted his hand, and Mona instinctively wrapped her arm around him, looking from behind, they absolutely appeared like a couple of young lovers who had just fallen in love.
From the front, it looked like a May-December romance.
"The specific situation is still not clear, but all we know is..."
Mona recounted the whole story, and Wayne nodded in agreement, thinking it was no surprise that the number one power in the God-chosen Continent was the first to detect the abnormalities in the Magical Department Headquarters, even after being continuously weakened by version updates, their resources were still abundant.
Wayne had thought a lot on his way here. The Moonlight Church had been ambushed repeatedly, and the attackers were all from the Magic Department. Now the Church’s stronghold had lost contact, and the Magic Department Headquarters had been cleaned out in one fell swoop, clearly indicating that the traitors were starting to close their net.
He didn’t think the attack was related to the devil, but Mona swore it was, even presenting the evidence of the crucifix from St. Paul Cathedral, which made him have to overturn his previous guess.
A Legendary Mage from the Magic Department was controlled by the devil;
The Legendary Mage collaborated with the devil, each getting what they needed;
The Legendary Mage made a deal with the devil, allowing its arrival to be used as a pawn.
All three possibilities existed, the main enemies were two, the Legendary Mage...
When it came to driving out devils, he had to admit that he was a professional in this field. He had turned two devils into a joke in Hell.
The two of them quickly walked into the library, their hurried footsteps out of place in the quiet reading atmosphere. A nearby scholar pushed up his glasses and motioned for them to tread more lightly.
Wayne nodded apologetically and looked around, but did not find any library staff, who were also members of the Moonlight Church’s stronghold.
He squinted his eyes, and his chaotic and complex thoughts dispersed, an imperceptible grey haze hovering above the library, causing discomfort and fear in the minds of every reader, prompting them to put down their books and leave the library as soon as possible.
A regular Silver Mage couldn’t achieve this effect, but Wayne could. Merged with The Book of Greed, he became a source of radiative contamination; by leaking just a hint of his aura, he could affect the ordinary people around him.
If he gave it his all, he could even influence the thoughts of a Golden Mage.
The night at the Capital Grand Hotel, Philomena was contaminated by the flesh of the Star Beast, both physically and mentally. If nothing went wrong, she would spend the rest of her life as an octopus monster, with The Forgotten Great Prison being her ultimate destination.
Wayne had seized her contaminated flesh and faced her tainted mind, applying a second layer of contamination as a radiative source himself.
Wayne kept reminding Philomena not to forget her human form in an attempt to awaken her will, so she could reshape her body that had been contaminated twice.
Without this process, it was hard to say what Philomena would have become.
The likely scenario was that Wayne’s contaminative power was greater than that of the Star Beast’s flesh, and Philomena’s body would subconsciously mimic Wayne’s form, using him as a template and becoming a version of him.
This was a case of Star-Contamination replication, and there were many such examples.
The Void Lord was contaminated by an abundance of knowledge; members of the Earth Core Cult were contaminated by the Void Lord;
The followers of the Sea God were contaminated by the Blood Tyrant;
Looking at it from another angle, this process is also called evolution, and there are even more examples.
The Elf transformation of the Life Alliance, the Angel pathway of the Heavenly Father’s Holy See, the Familiars of Hell faith, the Skeletons of Death, the Giants of storm and thunder...
Whether it’s contamination or evolution, the final interpretation lies with the victor!
Getting back to the point, Wayne cleared the library of ordinary people, his thoughts sprawling as he searched for the office within the library.
Having never entered the Moonlight Church’s stronghold, and referring to a Sun Church stronghold of the same level, he found three portals on the office wall.
Three archaic moon-shaped gates were embedded in the wall, carved with simple figures of the Dark Moon, Waning Moon, New Moon, and Full Moon, suggesting a realm teeming with vigorous life right before the eyes.
The gates were also engraved with the image of the Moonlight Goddess, her figure cloaked in a magic robe with her face concealed, drawing her bow elegantly; not resembling Wayne’s imagined white semi-transparent lace hollow bodysuit gown.
"I didn’t expect the music teacher to dress so formally at work, hmm, I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on..." Wayne muttered, sniffing the sweet scent in the air, he arrived at the gate marked with the Golden Triangle symbol.
The fragrance of Philomena, the perfume he had chosen and given as a gift, he was confident there was no mistake.
"Boss, this is a Moonlight Church portal; it requires faith to open," Mona proactively assigned herself a task, "I’ll go and catch a Moonlight Church mage to come here, it won’t take much time."
"There’s no need for that, heretic faith magic is simple enough to learn on the spot," Wayne said, his fingertips touching the arch, staring at The Book of Greed, drawing a limited amount of lunar glow, his magic power tinged with a shimmering white light, successfully activating the portal.