Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1121 - 392: There are 369 ranks in the Mortal World, and Heaven also has its organization

Chapter 1121: Chapter 392: There are 369 ranks in the Mortal World, and Heaven also has its organization

Researchers were swept up by the fierce wind and slammed against the wall behind them, waking up with cries of pain.

Rolle, the person in charge, shook his head. The back of his skull ached and his head buzzed as he struggled to recall what had happened, trying to make sense of the events.

Loud laughter resounded in his ears, and as he looked around, the place was in total disarray. Christian stood by the stone platform, throwing his arms up in wild laughter, his body’s stitches twisting with his taut muscles, appearing to have lost his senses.

It was then that Rolle remembered, at the culmination of the ritual, a formidable energy burst forth from Christian, a wind swept through disrupting the scene, and knocked everyone unconscious.

Before losing consciousness, Rolle had thought the ritual was likely a failure.

Now, seeing Christian full of vitality, laughing more wildly than before, it was clear that he had succeeded.

"Rolle, I’ve done it!"

"Congratulations, General, this is nothing short of a miracle."

Rolle picked up a shirt and uniform, respectfully presenting them to Wayne, cautiously saying, "General, how do you feel? If there’s any discomfort, please do not hide it, we need to conduct a full-body examination."

"No, I’m fine, and..."

Wayne donned the shirt and uniform, his fists cracking: "See? This is the power I’ve longed for, the incredible power!"

General, you are a bit too extreme!

Rolle didn’t say more, knowing that this was a normal reaction to suddenly acquiring immense power. Christian was more eager for progress than anyone, a bit of extremism was not objectionable.

"General, a full-body examination is mandatory, it’s protocol. Only with the data can the Führer realize your remarkable transformation and put you to use, right?"

"That makes sense. Where’s the punching machine? I want to hit it ten times!"

Wayne, hand on hip, laughed heartily, perfectly portraying a man who, having suddenly acquired power, cannot gauge his own strength.

No one doubted that someone had impersonated Christian, with two Golden Mages stationed here, not even a fly could get in.

Changes in character could also be explained by the influences of the Seven Deadly Sins on the Devil’s Container, Rolle felt no surprise, admiringly stating, "General, you’ve gained the power you’ve dreamed of; with your stature, you’re sure to receive personal commendation from the Führer."

Wayne’s eyes lit up, who was anxious about infiltrating, saw opportunity knock.

Hiddel was busy, serving as the brain of all of Prussia, his schedule was packed. An ordinary leader of the Party Guard Corps, even if luckily becoming a Devil’s Container, would not get a personal audience with him.

Christian was different; he had taken a bullet for Hiddel, and due to ordinary abilities hadn’t been utilized significantly.

Now with newfound abilities, Hiddel wouldn’t neglect this old subordinate who faced commendation and a significant appointment, a story that would spread far and wide.

But first, reports must be submitted, following protocol all the way up to the New Empire Chancellery.

"General, I know you’re eager, but please hold off, the researchers responsible for compiling data have already rested, the report won’t be ready until tomorrow night at least."

"Get them up to work overtime. The nation is making unprecedented progress, at this crucial juncture, how could they sleep?"

Wayne’s eyes grew wide: "Tonight, anyone who doesn’t work overtime is disloyal, they are the nation’s criminals! I shall, on behalf of the nation, on behalf of the Führer, execute them!"

"..."

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Abyssal Projection Space.

A massive Dark Castle stood at the brink of despair, its outline flickering through the gloomy firelight, walls covered in twisted cracks formed by inscriptions of the Seven Deadly Sins Melody, symbolizing countless sources of sin and pain.

The castle hovered at the end of darkness, columns aligned on either side, forming stairs leading to the castle’s entrance.

Hellfire twisted atop the pillars surrounded by swirling black smoke, the air filled with a strong pungent sulfur odor.

Between the pillars, rust-covered chains and torture instruments were lined up, with bloodstains and fragments of bones faintly visible.

A ghostly cold breeze swept by, Hellfire flickered, with tormented wails, deep moans, and eerie interrogation and laughter sounds intermittently perceptible.

All of the above merged onto a single canvas, sketching a portrayal called Hell.

Anyone peering into this image would feel suffocated, an invisible oppression enveloping them entirely, as if ghostly hands emerged from the painting, tightly choking the observer’s throat.

Snap!

On the stone steps, clear footsteps echoed.

Heya, Dierda with folded wings landed and walked. The projection of Hell was inhospitable to celestial beings, and on an away field, both Reincarnated Angels struggled somewhat.

With energy depleting without replenishment, and dwindling with each use, Dierda suggested, in case the Seven Demon Kings suddenly emerged, they should hasten on foot to conserve energy for battle.

Had Wayne been there, and heard Dierda’s newly established flag, he would have undoubtedly turned and fled without a second word.

Originally, there were no Seven Demon Kings, but once Dierda mentioned them, lo and behold, all seven jumped out from the bushes.

Heya wouldn’t, upon hearing of the Seven Demon Kings, she was eager to drive them back to Hell.

It’s not that Heya was mindless, but the Hell Seal was strong, there was no chance for the Seven Demon Kings to perfectly descend into the Mortal World.

Even if seven jumped out from the bushes, they’d be defective, nothing to fear.

Heya maintained her stance, gravely stating, "This is the Abyssal Projection, where the projection of the Demon King might exist. Since there’s a Demon King, it means they plan to open the Hell Gate in Berlin, we must destroy this place, nipping the crisis in the bud."