Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1065 - 377 Dark Church Headquarters_4

Chapter 1065: Chapter 377 Dark Church Headquarters_4

The grand and imposing black building sits amongst this, its architectural style is hefty but not gloomy, occasionally the rhythmic glow of magic arrays flicker, making it black yet brilliantly colored.

The environment is great, much better than the Icebound Continent.

Anastasia is a rich second-generation, from a well-off family, always clothed in silk and brocade since childhood, far from the poor devil Saina described.

Raised in such an environment, Anastasia didn’t take to lazy and evil habits, but instead maintained noble morals, leaving the Dark Goddess far behind by a margin of ten sets of five hairpins - a testament to her exceptional character.

Wayne nodded silently, his Moonlight in his heart shining even brighter.

The diplomatic mission followed the stone steps upward, and along the way they saw many Dark-Skinned Elves, the men like cakes, the women with lipstick, all with long legs + Black Robe.

Unlike the Naturalism Church, members of the Dark Church prefer to live in their Elf Forms.

Stopping and going along the way, Valvala introduced quite a few well-known landmarks of the Dark Church, such as a certain great tree planted by a Pope, a certain courtyard that was the residence of a Legendary Mage, and a certain riverside where the Dark Saintess once bathed.

The last one didn’t happen.

Wayne felt his eggs hurt from boredom, it was his own brain making things up.

Valvala’s attitude was extremely friendly, all smiles, and Wayne was anxious to urge them on but it wasn’t polite to interrupt, representing the Naturalism Church on an official visit, the necessary courtesies could not be omitted.

Two hours later, Wayne finally met one of the objectives of his trip, Pope Ivan of the Dark Church.

At the same time, Valvala’s charm diminished greatly, the old aunt talked too much, making Wayne’s head ache with every word.

Not like Anastasia - when she spoke, Wayne felt very comfortable.

"Your Holiness the Pope, it’s a great honor to meet you for the first time, I’ve long admired your great reputation," Wayne stepped forward two steps and bowed to pay his respects.

The Life Alliance and Dark Death Alliance didn’t get along, but that was external. Under normal circumstances, contacts between churches never ceased, take for example a few God-chosen Knights, they cooperated on missions and got along quite well!

"Mr. Wayne, I am very honored to meet you here."

Pope Ivan’s first impression of Wayne was indifferent but with the dignity befitting the leader of a church.

The two met for the first time and exchanged a few pleasantries as a matter of formality.

Following that, Ivan introduced a few key figures by his side, all high-ranking members of the Dark Church, like Valvala, Divine Oracle High Priests.

Wayne counted, and in terms of equivalent-level combat power, the Dark Church had a full six Divine Oracle High Priests, clearly outmatching the Naturalism Church.

"Mr. Wayne, you look very young, if I may ask directly, do you truly possess the Cultivation of a Legendary Mage?"

From the crowd, an incongruous voice sounded.

Wayne turned his head to look, it was a middle-aged-looking handsome man in a Dark-Skinned Elf guise, and according to Ivan’s recent introduction, he was a Divine Oracle High Priest named Anton.

Anton met Wayne’s gaze, with a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes.

Nothing personal, he didn’t know Wayne and had no grievances with him, the deliberate provocation was because he was a disciple of the Dark Goddess, and Wayne was a disciple of the Nature Goddess.

That’s all.

"Anton, you are being a bit too much, Mr. Wayne is a guest, your behavior is bringing shame to the Church." Ivan scolded with a stern face.

He’s panicking so much!

Anton, stop talking. The Pope is calling you a brother, this pretty boy has an unusual identity, he is not just a disciple of the Nature Goddess.

To be more specific, Ivan dared not speak nor could he say, he could only stare coldly at Ivan, signaling him to shut up and step back.

Anton was completely confused by Ivan’s suddenly inexplicable attitude, casting an incomprehending look.

His Holiness the Pope, according to the proper process, it’s supposed to be time to set up a friendly competition, two Divine Oracle High Priests of the churches competing on the same stage, and the host emerging victorious with a slight advantage.

It’s always been this way, aren’t we doing it today?

To heck with it!

This kid is messing with my daughter, I dare not say anything, if you want to mess with yourself go ahead, just don’t drag the whole Dark Church down.

Wayne smiled slightly: "No worries, Mr. Anton is straightforward, I would also like to learn from him about the art of Dark Magic."

Ivan: (눈‸눈)

Thousands of words turned into a silent scream full of sympathy in his heart:

"An——ton——"