Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1118 - 391: The Sevenfold Abyss_2

Chapter 1118: Chapter 391: The Sevenfold Abyss_2

To seek the reason, the Party Guard Corps would not tolerate idlers; incompetence was the original sin.

To earn promotion and importance, loyalty alone was far from enough; he needed strength, the kind of strength that would let him stand tall and proud.

"But..."

"There’s no ’but’ about it, they all succeeded, and so can I!" Christian stripped off his shirt, revealing a strong body covered with stitch marks.

He thrust a tube of Devil’s Blood into Rolle’s hands, forcefully saying, "I’ve written my will already. If it works, the credit is yours; if it fails, the fault is my own."

Do you think the higher-ups will read your will?

Rolle felt a chill in his heart. Under Christian’s hawk-like gaze, he had no choice but to lead the team and start the blood transfusion ritual.

While initiating the ritual, he said, "General, please reconsider. We are not certain which Devil this blood comes from, whether it’s actually from the Demon King or not. If the Holy See’s records are in error..."

"Shut up and start! I’ve already staked my life on this, what are you afraid of when even I am not!"

Because you’ve bet my life as well!

Rolle’s aged face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, knowing he could not refuse the order, he could only pray to the Heavenly Father to bless Christian to become a perfect living Demon King Container; otherwise, he would be dragged down to Hell himself.

Rolle thought, I’m so clever, going to Hell would be aiding the enemy, and Heavenly Father, you wouldn’t want to see Hell grow stronger, would you?

Rolle took the Black Robe handed over by a researcher, along with a bird-beak-shaped gas mask, resembling a plague doctor with a certain retro sinister charm.

The two Golden Mages did not attend; they were on guard in the first-floor laboratory to prevent anyone from interrupting the experiment.

Wayne stood silently behind the crowd, closely observing the transformation experiment, noting that their approach differed significantly from the Devil’s Container of Windsor.

Although Wayne had eliminated many Devils, he had never actively developed a Devil’s Container; all his data came from Windsor Magic Department Headquarters and collecting donations.

His theoretical knowledge was solid. He could tell that Windsor’s process of creating a Devil’s Container was very gentle, adopting a laissez-faire attitude.

That is, I’m only in charge of invoking the spirits, whether they respond or not is up to the Demon King, and if he doesn’t respond, I would call again next time.

The practices in Prussia were the complete opposite – with a battering ram in hand, they stormed the Demon King Castle, shouting ’Open up, Party Guard Corps’ and then forcibly pressed the Demon King to leave a bloody handprint.

This was indeed a bit extreme!

One method was prayer, the other was coercive summoning. Having nothing better to do, Wayne decided to see what kind of trouble they could stir up.

Researchers in place, the power switched on, and after a huge surge of electrical current, the mechanical devices buried underground roared to life, powering up the Magic Array.

This was the extremity Wayne spoke of – instead of finest wines, good cigars, and beautiful women to welcome the Demon King, Prussia was all about a cyberpunk incense offering, not even a pure virgin to be found, how could that possibly summon the Demon King.

Would the Demon King come to see your shining LED diodes?

Amid Wayne’s mocking, the underground geothermal energy transformed into mechanical energy, then into electrical energy; the Magic Array was fully charged, and the sultry air gradually cooled.

In the atmosphere, a suppressed and eerie mood spread around. A cold breeze blew from nowhere, bringing with it a spine-chilling howl, as if something terrifying might emerge from underground at any moment.

Christian lay on the stone slab, limbs bound by iron hoops. Hearing the strange howling, he couldn’t help but feel a bit terrified.

"Rolle, the previous experiments didn’t seem to cause such a commotion. What’s the reason?"

"General, I’m not sure either. It’s not too late to give up now," Rolle pleaded for the last time.

"..."

"General?"

"Continue!"

Christian pondered for a moment, resolutely chasing power. Rolle saw this as an ominous sign, but he didn’t think so.

It’s a good omen!

Definitely a good omen!

In the corner, Wayne almost imperceptibly blew, exuding good luck.

Seeing that Christian was determined to drag him into mutual destruction, Rolle made the sign of the cross over his chest. Once the Magic Array was fully charged, he divided the Devil’s Blood into six syringes for injection.

Then he summoned five researchers to surround Christian for the manual injection.

Based on the era, there was no notion of automatic injection.

After the injection of the blood, Christian’s skin rapidly hardened, his epidermis blackened like a keratin layer, his red blood vessels bulging wildly, and his eyes turned a bloody yellow.

His pupils narrowed into vertical slits, and the intense pain swept over his body, making him howl and scream in agony.

Rolle did not bother with him, leading the researchers to quickly retreat from the Magic Array area. Once the ritual started, it couldn’t be stopped; even if Christian screamed fiercely, it was useless.

To continue meant a chance at survival; to stop meant only death.

As Rolle activated switch after switch, the colorful liquids in the test tubes churned like boiling water. The pungency of sulfur grew stronger, and the machinery around the Magic Array thundered, dripping various colored liquids into the grooves of the Magic Array.

Suddenly, the whole Magic Array burst into dark light, and billowing black smoke swirled upwards.

"Such a strong energy reaction, maybe it really can work..."

Rolle was overjoyed. In the black smoke, he saw faces, each marked by deep sin. These reflected the manifestation of the Seven Deadly Sins.

If only the Magic Array could stabilize Christian’s body and successfully merge it with the blood of the Devil, a brand-new and more powerful container could be formed.

And better than any container before it.

That’s right, just like this!