Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1120 - 391: The Sevenfold Abyss_4

Chapter 1120: Chapter 391: The Sevenfold Abyss_4

If it is true...

Thinking of Wayne referring to himself as ’The Walking Lust’, Heya couldn’t help but feel helpless, hoping that the other party would awaken soon, have a change of heart and recover their former glory so that everyone could forget about this terrible dark history.

"I have also heard of the name ’Sevenfold Abyss’ before..."

Dierda’s scalp felt itchy, a tingling pain seemed to reverberate inside his skull, as if images were flashing by.

Heya joyfully watched this scene, asked: "It seems like you’re beginning to remember who you are, which is good, this is a nice start. Ahead is the projection of the Abyss, and there might also be a projection of the Devil, which is quite dangerous. Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Dierda nodded, his intuition telling him that by going in, he would recall his true name and awaken the memories of Heaven.

"Let’s go. Since we’re here, it’s not our style as Angels to be scared away by Devils!" Behind Heya, wings spread out, her eyes turned golden, ready to engage in a major battle tonight and completely destroy this projection of the Abyss.

The Heaven Holy Spear held high, golden brilliance split the darkness, shredding piteous wails, clearing a path that led straight to the extreme end of the Abyss.

Dierda stretched out his wings and followed closely, with the Golden Rule Holy Flame radiating around him, his aura growing closer to Heya’s.

Facing the pressure from the Abyss, his memories began to awaken!

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First Research Institute, third underground level laboratory.

Wayne caught Christian’s heavy punch with one hand and with the other, swept away the Shadow Cloak wrapping his body into his Personal Space.

It was only now Christian could see clearly that the one he was fighting wasn’t a head but a Human Sorcerer.

"Who are you, to dare to intrude into the stronghold of the researchers?" Christian sharply realized that he had caught a spy.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. The key is you, such tremendous Fist Power, I can barely stand against it," Wayne showed his alarm.

"Ha ha ha————"

For a moment, Christian was arrogantly pleased with himself: "Intruder, that line ought to be mine. Being able to catch my punch, you must be someone not unknown in the Mortal World. Tell me your name, and I will see to it that you get a tombstone."

"Bruce."

"Bruce, is it? I guess you must be a spy sent by Frank," Christian narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of which, really, he was just a few hundred kilometers off the truth.

Wayne cursed under his breath at his bad luck. He had kindly played the fool, yet the fool now proclaimed he had Pure White Banner blood. This was like repaying kindness with enmity.

Tired of the pointless charade, he swung a punch, an afterimage flashed by, his fist edge tore through Christian’s chest, fingers projecting from his back.

Christian stiffened his neck, his vertebrae grinding with a crackling noise, unable to believe that his pride and strength crumbled so easily like paper.

What happened to the promised promotion and honors, to becoming the trusted arm of the leader?

"I will see to your wish, in the name of Christian..."

Hearing his ’own’ voice, Christian looked up dazedly to see a face identical to his own.

A pain in his chest, Christian was enveloped in a mass of white foam.

Wayne read Christian’s memories, confirming his new identity with satisfaction.

That year, Hiddel wasn’t yet the leader, nor ’Little Mustache’, earning a good reputation in the pub as a ’speech maniac’, garnering the dissatisfaction of the state government.

Hiddel led a protest, and the young Christian, greatly admiring him, joined the protesting crowd and took a bullet for Hiddel.

That bullet carved a path for his career.

At the same time, it made Christian all the more dissatisfied with his own weakness; he sought great strength, to live up to the leader’s trust.

"Chasing stars requires rationality, your way of thinking is wrong."

Wayne, having assumed Christian’s appearance, checked his new form and finding it too ugly, introduced the Incomplete Philosopher’s Stone into his chest and with a shake, changed into several majestic and powerful forms.

Each one was quite devilish.

"Still lacking something..."

Contemplating for a moment, Wayne had not settled on the final form, reverting to human shape.

Christian didn’t know much about the high-level Devil’s Containers; confirming his form now would inconvenience his future solicitations.

Just in case, he’d adapt as needed.

"Dierda, Heya, there’s a change in plans. I’ve found another method to infiltrate the Devils’ inner circle, you can stop what you’re doing."

Wayne muttered to himself, swept his hand through a gust of wind, and at the moment when the researchers slowly regained consciousness, he gave a hearty laugh, exclaiming:

"Ke ke ke ke————"

"I’ve made it!!"

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