Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1137 - 396: Marshal of the Three Armies

Chapter 1137: Chapter 396: Marshal of the Three Armies

The two Demon Kings, enraged, unleashed their overwhelming presence, which manifested as a thick black fog swirling around their forms.

At the end of darkness, two gigantic figures loomed above, gazing down upon all living beings.

The mere gaze of the Magic Eye caused one to feel as if thunder was exploding beside their ears, their minds throbbing in pain, rendering them incapable of coherent thought.

Odilia’s face turned pale, a terrifying sense of oppression made it impossible for her to breathe, as if she sank into a muddy swamp, every movement exceedingly difficult.

Heya, disguised as Regina, displayed a timely expression of fear.

Wayne also wanted to show weakness, but the Demon King’s target was the two Angels. He planned to send Heya, transformed into Regina, into the enemy’s stronghold to locate the Philosopher’s Stone fragment processing factory. At this critical juncture of the plan, he could not afford to give up everything they had achieved.

What of the Demon King? Today’s fight was against the Demon King.

Wayne took a step forward, and two white arms emerged from behind him, accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears turning, two cannon barrels, gleaming with a metallic sheen, were mounted on his shoulders.

Having come into contact with a large number of Philosopher’s Stone fragments, the Mechanized Armament he mastered was quite impressive. With the buff from the Pale Knight, he was capable of confronting the two weakened Demon Kings.

"Damn it..."

The wrathful wolf head glowed with a crimson light in its eyes, its anger reaching an extreme.

Since arriving in Prussia, the majesty of the Demon King had been diminishing again and again. Here, everyone’s faith lay with the Fuhrer Hiddel, and the title of Demon King was hardly effective.

It was one thing for the Marshal of the land, sea, and air forces to take a tough stance; they were collaborators, and the Demon King acknowledged the other’s strength. But even a mere Major dared to bare teeth and snarl.

"Wrath, there’s no need to lower yourself to quarrel with a Major," suddenly spoke Gluttony.

The tiger-headed being dissipated his formidable aura, speaking indifferently, "Prussia is our ally. In light of our pleasant cooperation, let’s follow the rules of the Mortal World and go through the processes and wait."

"What?" Wrath was incredulous, suspecting Gluttony had devoured its own brain.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have made such an idiotic statement.

"The Angels are fated to be ours, what harm is there in waiting a bit."

With that, Gluttony turned and left.

Wrath pondered for a moment, then snorted coldly and followed.

The two figures returned to the Abyssal Projection Space. Wrath’s angry expression subsided, his gaze turning cold and chilling to the bone, "This country lacks reverence for life; I do not like it here."

"So what do you want to do, open the Hell Gate?"

Gluttony spoke calmly, "You and I are both aware, Prussia doesn’t care about the power of Hell. Making the Demon King Container is just to deceive others, to cover up the source of their true power. Without enough believers and sacrificial rituals, we cannot truly descend, nor can we open the Hell Gate."

Prussia had a special Hell research program and had mass-produced containers at the Demon King level. Not too long ago, Gluttony and Wrath felt the presence of their own containers in the Mortal World and, having nothing better to do, came to deceive the humans and pass the time.

Unexpectedly, Prussia brought them an enormous surprise.

Mechanized Armament – a completely new and unseen path.

The two Demon Kings were acutely aware of the value of this path of Evolution, which held infinite potential and the possibility of Becoming a God. To prevent other Demon Kings from getting involved, the two joined forces to control this area and eliminated any chance of the news spreading.

While the two Demon Kings were preparing to take forceful action, the Marshal of the armed forces arrived, bringing them a slight mechanical shock.

According to the three Marshals, there existed someone above them, a being who had evolved to a much higher degree.

Who it was, the three Marshals did not say, and neither did the two Demon Kings inquire.

The Demon Kings didn’t care who this person was; they were solely concerned with where Prussia had obtained the path of Evolution. Just like Wayne who guessed in vain, the two Demon Kings also couldn’t figure out who was planning everything in the dark.

The temptation of Becoming a God was too great; the Demon Kings were reluctant to leave just like that. They would occasionally visit Prussia, waiting for the opportunity to seize the path of Evolution.

They were well aware that Prussia’s Hell research and Demon King Container production were never about coveting Hell’s power, but rather about presenting Hell in the open, to attract outside attention while covertly expanding the influence of Mechanized Armament.

From being the Great Devil of Hell to becoming a watchdog used by others, Gluttony and Wrath felt deeply stifled.

The great opportunity to Become a God was within reach; missing this chance meant not knowing when the next would come. Compared to the boredom of endless waiting, a little humiliation was bearable.

Let’s see him be arrogant and presumptuous now; when the time comes, he shall pay back double!

With that thought, the two Demon Kings began researching Mechanized Armament and successfully stole some information to return to Hell for study.

They did not immediately learn and master this new knowledge. Power has no good or evil, but it does have an owner; until the owner of Mechanized Armament could be determined, the two Demon Kings dared not act rashly.

Find the owner, kill them, and take over this new race track!

That was the plan of the two Demon Kings; before that, everything else was tolerable.

"It’s really infuriating the more I think about it. How can you tolerate it? What, is ’eating loss’ also on your menu?" Wrath sneered coldly.

Compared to the limitless future, the transient present becomes the past every moment; why should I be angry?" Gluttony returned the sneer.

Outwardly all smiles, but inwardly cursing, the Seven Deadly Sins were a common affliction, and Gluttony was also seething with extreme anger.

"How do you rate the strength of that Major just now?"

"Very strong. Although he was an unfamiliar face, he gave me the illusion that I could not take him down in a short time. This country of Prussia has developed too quickly," said Wrath with a grim expression.

"Funny, I had the same illusion."

Gluttony looked troubled, "In places we cannot see, the faith in Mechanized Armament is advancing by leaps and bounds, reaching a degree where we cannot defeat it unless we descend in our true forms."