Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1127 - 393 Devils Cry Out "Devil" upon Seeing Him_3

Chapter 1127: Chapter 393 Devils Cry Out "Devil" upon Seeing Him_3

Tonight, I’ll pass the time by going through the files in the archive room.

"Almost forgot about those two."

Wayne touched his chin and thought, mumbling to himself, "Interesting."

He entered the bunker, visited the laboratory for creating Devil’s Containers, thought for a moment about creating something out of thin air as being too ridiculous, and returned to his office to call the First Research Institute.

Arrange two female test subjects, to be delivered to the welfare house as soon as possible.

At the same time, Wayne contacted Odilia and Regina via Telepathic Transmission, and after a successful switch, received two secretaries at the backyard of the welfare house.

Laboratory.

With a buzzing and crackling, after some shamanic dancing, Wayne stopped pretending, clapping twice.

On the stone platform, the two secretaries, enveloped in swirling black mist, completed their transformation into succubi amidst screams.

If not for the eye-catching appearance of the succubi, their tight outfits and the infiltration setup would have resembled a scene from a movie about defeated captives.

"Let’s go, let’s check on our Angel."

Wayne snapped his fingers, holding the thin waists of the two secretaries, and left the laboratory, heading straight to a small dark room at the end of the bunker.

There’s not a single normal person in the welfare house, including the patrolling soldiers in the bunker, though few in number, Wayne still sensed a throbbing excitement.

Ordinary people, not Mages, and definitely not Devil’s Containers...

"Boss, these soldiers look eerie, are they Void Lifeforms?"

"No, alchemical lifeforms, another kind of... creation."

The trio communicated through Telepathic Transmission, Wayne had a rough idea of what these soldiers were, and also guessed why entering Berlin had exposed them; Prussian black technology is unparalleled, and it’s not just a stereotype.

At least on the God-chosen Continent, Prussian technology reigns supreme.

If there are no unexpected events, Chariots will sweep across the world.

"How did they manage this, suddenly advancing a new technology tree, imagining what predecessors did not dare, and developed it into today’s enormous scale, keeping it hidden so long that no other country noticed, it must have been a sudden outbreak..."

"Picked up an Alien spaceship?"

Wayne mused to himself, and indeed, it might be possible.

The God-chosen Continent isn’t large, the faith it can offer is limited, but the Cosmos is infinite. Being of the Ancient Gods, there are definitely alien forces out there with advanced technological powers.

Daring even further, it is possible that the God-chosen Continent holds Alien or ancient civilization relics.

In front of the small dark room stood several human soldiers with bizarre appearances.

Wayne patted the gun at his waist: "There’s nothing here for you, I’m going to study the Angel. Go further away, don’t disturb me."

The soldiers obediently complied without giving off a sound, moved away from the small dark room, and stood in their new positions.

After the soldiers left, Wayne gestured for Odilia to use the key to open the door.

Inside was pitch-black, chains wrapped around a floating Crucifix amidst the Stars, streaks of Darkness invaded, binding the light which couldn’t escape.

Paulo had mentioned there was a way to control the Angel but didn’t specify what it was, the truth would be known tomorrow reading the recommendation letter, Wayne would find out.

He stepped forward, his fingers grasping the Black Chains, packaging the internal Seven Deadly Sins to take them, and using his acquired Seven Deadly Sins to remake the chains.

The two weren’t on the same level, and with a few crackling sounds, the cocoon that protected the Angel from corrosion was corroded, the Darkness stripping it layer by layer to reveal the figure inside.

Heya: (.人.)

"No way, sis, you really waited for people to queue up, huh!"

Wayne sarcastically without words, the headlight glare blinding, he reached out to adjust her clothing, barely covering the exposed spring scene.

The clothing was blasted away, with little guarding power left.

"Boss, Regina and I can handle this rough work," Odilia said sarcastically.

"A girl’s home, not suited for rough work, I am more stable for this."

Wayne stared intently at Heya’s chest, his eyes sparkling under the dark patterns, seeing the Stigmata faintly shining.

"The injuries are severe, if left alone, the sins in you cannot be cleansed..."

Wayne felt Heya was lucky, although he wasn’t a Reincarnated Angel, encountering him in such a situation was even luckier than encountering an Archangel.

Wayne pointed a finger, lightly touching the sternum, and visible dark lines receded from within Heya’s body through his fingertips, taken away by Wayne.

A little surgery, done in three seconds.

Without the suppression of the Seven Deadly Sins, Heya, still in a coma, moaned, her eyelids flickering, rhythmically hinting at awakening.

Wayne didn’t immediately treat her, gesturing with his hand for the two female secretaries to step forward.

He placed one hand on Odilia’s slender waist, and his other hand... grasped at nothing.

"Regina, what are you doing?"

"Boss, can you change your face? I’m not used to touching strangers..."

Regina hesitated, knowing it was the boss, but the unfamiliar face made her uncomfortable, she asked if he wouldn’t mind changing back.

How am I supposed to have fun if I change back?

Wayne rolled his eyes, not insisting, with a shudder of his body he transformed into a Hell Wind Devil enveloped in black mist.

Two meters tall, long arms and legs, half of a black mask fastened on his face, red lips parted to reveal sinister white teeth.

Regina nodded, this was more pleasing to look at.

Wayne, with arms around both secretaries’ slender waists, stood high, quietly waiting for Heya to wake up.

"Boss, the view is nice, isn’t it?"

"It’s all covered, what good view is left? Besides, she’s an Angel, how could she compare to a charm like yours?" Wayne said, not blinking.

Odilia snorted coldly: "What about a succubus, she’s still The Walking Lust!"