Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1033 - 369 Humanity Has Its Limits, Mechanical Becoming a God_4

Chapter 1033: Chapter 369 Humanity Has Its Limits, Mechanical Becoming a God_4

"Really bad luck, to have stumbled upon this..."

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Downtown, in an abandoned factory.

Following Wayne’s orders, Regina arrived at the third investigation site, surveyed the surroundings, but didn’t immediately delve deeper. Instead, she slipped into the sewer to check the terrain.

This base belonged to the Naturalism Church’s Divine Oracle High Priest Weiwen, who provided personnel, technology, while Prussian authorities provided funding and equipment. It was a friendly cooperation with shared experimental results.

The base’s research revolved around the Star Beast’s flesh. After a warehouse at the Naturalism Church Headquarters caught fire, the base suddenly had more research material.

The development project was mass-produced Void Soldiers, with laboratories on the upper floors and bomb soldier factories below. They had already entered a large-scale production phase.

At the factory entrance, several military cars stopped, and more than ten officers got out, among them was Weiwen.

He was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile, neatly dressed in a suit, without his Magic Robe, appearing more like a social elite, a doctor, or a lawyer.

Regina, in hiding nearby, had seen Weiwen’s photograph in the files. Recognizing his face, she didn’t think twice and immediately contacted Wayne telepathically.

Big fish, ready to explode tonight!

"Generals, you’ve already inspected the factory’s conditions before. I won’t be accompanying you tonight for a tour. Please allow me a brief leave," Weiwen politely uttered, leading a team of officers to the factory entrance and turned them over to the person in charge for reception.

"Mr. Weiwen, I have several very important questions."

"Sorry, but the problem here is more pressing."

Weiwen smiled slightly, glancing at where Regina was hidden: "A little mouse needs cleaning. If we leave it unchecked, it could cause trouble, right?"

The two officers suddenly realized and nodded with a smile.

They were not worried about Weiwen running into trouble. As a Legendary Mage, he was unmatched in the Mortal World, unless he ran headfirst into a God-chosen Knight; he could stride anywhere.

Especially Weiwen, a high official of The Church, a Divine Oracle High Priest, was also a top figure among Legendary Mages.

"Mr. Weiwen, we hope you return soon."

"It won’t take much time."

"It should be so."

They exchanged smiles and the group of officers followed the person in charge into the factory.

Weiwen turned and looked in the direction where Regina had disappeared, his smile fading, his brows furrowing instantaneously: "Whose person are you, Beck or Makarai?"

"These two fools, ignoring Saina and coming after me, do they really think that woman will sit still!"

Weiwen stepped forward, his body vanishing in a blink, rapidly closing the distance to Regina.

Knowing Regina was moving towards the forest on the outskirts of town, he remained unhurried: "Run, where can you escape to today? Just wait quietly for death!"

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Cyno River bank.

The wide river flowed calmly, faraway lights reflecting off the night sky, stars glittering in two colors.

Regina, covered in a Black Robe, stopped at the riverbank and didn’t move. A pale, wrinkled mask was fixed on her face; the eye sockets were deeply sunken spirals.

The mask looked ominous.

"Why aren’t you running?"

Weiwen surveyed the surroundings and said with disdain: "Choosing to die here, or perhaps you have allies nearby? If it’s the latter, don’t bother waiting. I’ll tell you seriously, your comrades have given up on you; there is no living soul nearby."

"You can’t speak so definitively; I’ve always been alive."

From a distance, a series of soft murmurs echoed, persistent and close to the heart, seemingly distant yet nearby.

Weiwen’s pupils contracted sharply, and he swiftly turned to look: "Who’s there, Ludwig, is it you?"

In the darkness, a distorted shadow stretched infinitely.

"Cackle cackle cackle cackle—"

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