Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1117 - 391: The Sevenfold Abyss

Chapter 1117: Chapter 391: The Sevenfold Abyss

Night, cold moon.

Today, Borlobi is much livelier than usual, with many members of the Party Guard Corps appearing on the streets, dressed in neat uniforms, hurrying as if they were capturing some important criminals.

Despite the clues provided by enthusiastic passersby, they found nothing.

In the outskirts, among the barren hills, lies the Secretive Technology Development Bureau, the First Research Institute.

Two kilometers away in the forest, Wayne donned his Shadow Cloak: "Do not move around here, do not make any noise during a fight, wait for my command for everything."

Tonight’s protagonists are not him but Heya and Dierda, having two proactive cannon fodders stepping on mines is rare, he would not choose to fight unless necessary.

Silently making a fortune is the true path!

"Understood."x2

After Wayne disappeared, Regina gasped softly, covering her buttocks with a terrified face: "Odilia, tonight is real, I wasn’t lying."

"Mm, I know." Odilia nodded calmly.

"How would you know?"

"Last night you falsely accused the boss of touching your buttocks, he knew about it and was very displeased, so..."

"Wait, why would the boss know?"

"I told him!"

Odilia raised an eyebrow, obviously fond: "He despises evil and yet is tender-hearted. Knowing his secretary lied, he couldn’t bear to punish her, so he let the lie turn true, meaning you didn’t lie."

"..."

Regina rubbed her buttocks, suspecting she was a part of this couple’s love game.

...

On the other side, the Shadow Cloak is impenetrable, a treasured artifact passed down through generations of the Pope of the Dark Church. Wayne, donning the cloak, easily completed his infiltration.

A proper infiltration, not one that kills all witnesses.

Office→Archive Room→Safe→Laboratory.

Wayne breezily followed the procedure, zipped up his trousers, and was about to leave.

Just then, a group of officers dressed in Party Guard Corps uniforms arrived at the First Research Institute, and the person in charge personally greeted them, with both stationed Golden Mages squatting in their offices.

"Such authority, this guy seems somewhat valuable..."

Wayne halted, concealed by the Shadow Cloak, observing the leading officer.

The man, dressed in an officer’s uniform, stood tall, his hair meticulously groomed.

His features were rugged and profound with a high nose bridge and a pair of sharp hawk-like eyes. His well-defined face exuded an aura of effortless command.

Looking at his epaulettes, his military rank is District Captain.

Don’t undervalue the title of captain; the Party Guard Corps is the Führer’s direct lineage, roughly equivalent to someone’s Central Army, and District Captain is very prestigious, akin to a high-ranking Colonel in comparison to the contemporary National Defense Military.

One step further is Major General.

Corrupted by Wayne, August and Fein, who were called Generals by Weiwen, weren’t actually so; it was just a respectable term for the project heads, strictly speaking, they only corresponded to Lieutenant Colonel.

"General Christian, this way please."

The person in charge, Rolle, led the way, taking Christian into the laboratory.

The laboratory is located several tens of meters below a bunker, spanning three floors with two dedicated elevators. Wayne had scouted before; the lowest level was the Devil’s Container modification room, empty and devoid of experimentation.

The truly valuable data were locked in the archive room’s safe, which Wayne had conveniently copied.

The elevator roared to the third sublevel. Rolle wore a white lab coat, joined by a group of researchers to activate the power.

Lights turned on, illuminating the entire underground space.

Instantly, the air filled with an indescribable stench of blood and sulfur, as if emanating from the deep depths of the earth.

The surrounding walls were covered with various strange symbols and patterns, which flickered faintly under the light, creating a bizarre and mottled effect.

Hell Studies!

In the center of the laboratory was a gigantic black stone platform, surrounded by a floor engraved with complex Magic Arrays, and adorned with various peculiar instruments and test tubes.

As the power turned on, researchers operated the instruments, and the test tubes filled with strangely colored liquids bubbled and gurgled.

Christian looked around satisfied and ordered his subordinates to bring up a black briefcase.

Upon opening, inside was a tube of mixed black and red blood.

"General, have you found it?" Rolle was overjoyed.

"Indeed, this tube contains Devil’s Blood, according to the Church’s documents, это кровь из потомков Demon King в Mortal World, very precious, I went to great lengths to acquire it," Christian said proudly.

Rolle’s eyes lit up with eager anticipation, rubbing his hands anxiously. He pushed up his glasses, "General, have you brought the suitable experimental subject?"

"I am it."

"Ah this..."

Rolle’s heart sank; he dare not gamble with Christian’s life. If something went wrong, he, as the person in charge, would be held accountable.

"What’s the matter, can’t it be done?"

"General, I’m rather blunt, I hope you don’t mind."

Rolle smiled bitterly: "We’ve conducted three experiments on you before and are very certain that you do not possess the capability to become the Demon King Container. Your loyalty to the Führer is undeniable, ваша духовная сила тоже достойна похвалы, after all, not just anyone could come out unscathed after three times..."

"Get to the point!" Christian interrupted displeasedly.

"Just no, this tube is the descendant’s blood of the Demon King, very dangerous, different from the previous three times, if it fails, you could be risking your life," Rolle advised.

Saving Christian also meant saving himself.

"We are about to launch a comprehensive war against Frank, Frank and other countries differ, the Führer needs me, and I am willing to give my life for the Führer," Christian said sternly.

While his colleagues were promoted and reused, he remained stagnant.