Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1064 - 377 Dark Church Headquarters_3

Chapter 1064: Chapter 377 Dark Church Headquarters_3

Aware of his unintended rudeness, Valvala returned to her normal demeanor with a ceremonial expression of the Dark Church’s welcome and Pope Ivan’s earnest attitude.

Wayne replied with a formal dialogue, exchanging pleasantries in a business-like manner, then shifting the topic by asking, "Lady Valvala, how much do you know about the Holy Maiden of your church?"

"Why do you ask, Mister Wayne?"

"To speak frankly, I am from Windsor Lundan and belong to the Lando Family. My father, Austin, holds a substantial position throughout Windsor."

The Lando Family!

A glint of sharpness flashed in Valvala’s eyes, and she maintained her official smile, saying, "So you are His Highness, the Prince. I am sorry if my work was inadequate and caused any offense. The Dark Church will readjust the grandeur of your reception."

"No, I am not any prince, and in Windsor, there is only one Queen."

Is that so? I heard the Queen became your father’s lover, he stays often in Buckingham Palace, heating things up quite fiercely with the Queen.

Seeing the flicker of flames in Valvala’s eyes, Wayne realized she was a gossip enthusiast who loved to devour juicy news.

Wayne cleared his throat, promptly steering the conversation away from digressing, and said, "I had the fortune to meet the Holy Maiden of your church a few times in Lundan. She is not fond of talking much, instead burying herself in hard work – a Holy Maiden who serves with all her heart and duty."

"Indeed, Her Holiness is just such a person," Valvala nodded.

When mentioning Anastasia, pride also surfaced on her face. Having received guidance from Anastasia in her youth, Valvala admired her for her profound knowledge and greatly revered this elegant elder sister.

There is unanimous respect for Anastasia becoming the Holy Maiden, and no one suspects that her position is due to family power or nepotism because she is the daughter of the Pope.

"I know very little about the Holy Maiden of your church. She has cooperated with the Lando Family to establish a stronghold of the Dark Church in Lundan, which I warmly welcome. However, I’m rather uncertain about her intentions. Could you, Lady Valvala, perhaps enlighten me?" Wayne continued to probe for information.

The effect was very average, and he digressed yet again.

Wayne felt like he had flipped a switch in Valvala, who started to prattle on, praising Anastasia non-stop like an ardent fan.

If you say Valvala is an unqualified diplomat, she did not reveal a single detail about Anastasia, blurring the true intentions of the Dark Church’s positioning in Lundan.

And if you say she is a qualified diplomat, she certainly talks a lot of nonsense.

Once the switch was flipped, it couldn’t be turned off; Wayne rolled his eyes all the way until they arrived at the Dark Church Headquarters, where Valvala finally stopped talking.

If it were not for his unfamiliarity with how deep the waters of the Dark Church ran, Wayne would have got straight to the point and asked where Anastasia was.

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Dark Church Headquarters.

Like the Naturalism Church Headquarters, it is located in a vast independent space that borders the God-chosen Continent, and Wayne suspects this place also harbors a Philosopher’s Stone.

That’s good. When he sees Ivan, he’ll ask for the Philosopher’s Stone on behalf of the Goddess to play with for a while.

He’ll return it once he’s done, guaranteed to be almost like new.

The Naturalism Church Headquarters is located in a mountain range, representing the semi-divine understanding of nature, with forests as a superficial outward manifestation, and the inner truth requiring the Pope himself to interpret.

By this reasoning, the Dark Church Headquarters must also be related to the night, just like the perpetual darkness of the Icebound Continent.

As Wayne expected, Dark Church Headquarters was hidden within the night.

The canopy of nightfall had descended, the last traces of twilight disappeared, coinciding with the moon’s absence, drenching everything in a profound and rich darkness.

In other words, darkness devoured and expelled both the sun and the moon.

This scene, with its pointed implications, could easily raise the blood pressure of the followers from both the sun and moonlight churches.

An endless veil of darkness loomed over the Dead Sea’s tranquil surface; not a whisper of wind disturbed it. A wide stone bridge opened up in front of the gate, leading straight to the isolated island in the center of the Dead Sea.

The headquarters of the Dark Church were above the island.

The stone bridge was long, the island ahead but a shadowy outline, akin to a massive black hole, merging with the surrounding stillness, signaling that anyone who stepped onto the bridge would be devoured by darkness.

Valvala did not make Wayne walk all the way, but after walking a hundred meters and briefly showcasing the scenery, she ushered him through a teleportation gate.

When they reappeared, they were at the end of the stone bridge.

Wayne peered down; the Dark Abyss, over ten kilometers in diameter, swallowed the surrounding seawater. The isolated island floated tranquilly above the Abyss, without the sound of thunderous waves, the black sea water plunging straight into the darkness without stirring a single ripple.

Everyone standing at the edge of the bridge harbored a fleeting heart-pounding thought of jumping into the abyss, a thought that signified...

Wayne couldn’t be bothered to make up explanations.

Whatever, just get it over with quickly. Either bring him the Pope or the Holy Maiden; he just wanted to quickly find someone familiar to ask for information.

The delegation continued forward and stepped onto the floating island.

Contrary to the dark outline of the outside world, Wayne, passing through the prohibition barrier, saw two orbs of light on either side of the sky.

Gold representing the sun, and white representing the moon.

He understood this: darkness encompasses both the sun and the moon—this is the true essence of the cosmos and the greatness of darkness.

The blood pressure of the followers from both the sun and moonlight churches rose once more.

Wayne didn’t comment much on the doctrines, responding with noncommittal nods to Valvala’s self-praise.

He looked at the island bathed in light, forests lush and vibrant, divided by rivers, with birds chirping, insects buzzing, and the occasional roar of wild beasts – no different from the Great Outdoors.