Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1140 - 396: Marshal of the Three Armies_4

Chapter 1140: Chapter 396: Marshal of the Three Armies_4

"There’s no need to be hasty, Frank. With the world’s foremost army and a renowned air force, even we’re not confident of quickly conquering that territory. There will be opportunities for you to shine brightly."

The lieutenant general was very satisfied with Wayne’s loyalty, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him, "Moreover, you needn’t ask me to go to the front line; the Leader will give you the chance to express your intentions in person."

Wayne said nothing, his face red with excitement.

An award-winning level of acting performance.

Regina couldn’t manage though. As a local Prussian playing the role of a Party Guard Corps member, she stumbled, and even with Heya’s skin layered on, the character was too difficult for her to portray without the risk of exposure. At Wayne’s request, she became a quiet beauty of few words.

The less you speak, the fewer mistakes you make; silence means no issues.

Sharing visual perspective, Wayne whispered lines into her ear, and she was responsible for delivering them with a cold face.

Wayne watched as Regina got into the sedan. As the motorcade drove away, one of the three lines of sight he had vanished.

"They took the bait so quickly; how hungry have they been? I haven’t even baited the spot yet..." Wayne muttered to himself and turned to head to his office.

"Regina has gone, let’s get ready, we should be departing too."

Wayne, with his two secretaries, headed for the bunker, and in the last little black room, they met Dierda, who was still in her crucifix-starred outfit.

She woke up a few days ago and, following the plan, pretended to be in a coma from serious injuries. She has fully recovered now.

In this way, Wayne had assembled two angels, two succubuses; strong in force and great in expectation, they weren’t afraid to break into the New Empire Chancellery.

"The Devils have already sent one out; let them probe the depths, and we will move afterward."

Wayne closed his eyes to sense Regina’s location and discovered that the motorcade was heading towards the suburbs, not in the direction of the Prime Minister’s Office, and he sighed regretfully to himself.

After today, wanting to get close to Little Mustache means playing tough.

Heya’s true name in Heaven is Frey, a Seraph; said to have been once a civilian official, later she joined the Angel Legion, a rather violent combat angel.

Just like someone, a warrior who switched from clerical work, fighting fiercely.

In Heaven, Dierda’s true name is Fred, also a Seraph, not highly skilled in combat but adept in defense, protection, and healing, an outstanding healer.

In her first awakening battle, Dierda was beaten into withdrawal by the Demon King, holding a grudge and prepared to fight again to prove herself.

Curiously looking at Heya in succubus form, even just a layer of skin, it was too fallen. Telling you that you are The Walking Lust, how did you take it so seriously?

Heya glared coldly at Dierda, warning him to keep silent.

Dierda shrugged, guessing it was related to Wayne. To make the fiery Heya obediently listen, Wayne’s identity in Heaven must be extraordinary, likely one of the higher-ranking angels, possibly an intelligence angel.

Daring to think a bit further, even the highest-ranking Seraphs...

That really wasn’t possible.

There is no Seraph that devilishly perfect, completely without a trace of acting; jokes aside, when it gets real, Dierda personally refuses.

No one spoke in the little black room; they conserved their energy for the upcoming battle, and Wayne did not make any sarcastic comments, just closed his eyes to sense Regina’s location.

He quite liked these two Reincarnated Angels, proud, yet not heartless, accepting memories as humans, instead of scorning human passions, and intent on completely erasing their memories after awakening.

Archangel Hexuno did the same, choosing to integrate Mona’s memory and regarding it as part of himself.

For some reason, it backfired, resulting in Mona taking over the dominant position, choosing to integrate her memories.

Having not been under the training of the Archangel for a long time, Wayne couldn’t help but feel nostalgic and planned to intensify it upon returning; all the scolding he missed during this time would be fully made up for.

It didn’t matter if he was aggrieved, he couldn’t let the Archangel suffer.

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The motorcade left the city area and stopped at a military camp backed by a mountain forest.

Regina stepped out of the car, the entire camp as cold and unforgiving as a steel fortress, rows of soldiers standing expressionless, like robots performing synchronized movements.

Behind the camp, and within a mountain cave, was the command center of this location.

Regina followed the lieutenant general in, sensitively perceiving the fluctuations of the space Prohibition, and once inside, Wayne could no longer sense her existence.

Danger!

At the critical moment, Regina didn’t flinch, believing in what Wayne left her, sufficient for self-protection.

The lieutenant general led Regina deeper into the command center, passing through another layer of Prohibition, and the world before them suddenly opened up.

This was a vast, gray space; at the center was a massive volcano, with hot lava surging through the cracks, the high-temperature air waves chaotically swirling, and hundreds of machines thunderingly extracting geothermal energy.

In the sky, the volcanic ash and debris from the eruption interlaced and churned, forming a thick cloud of black that looked like a menacing Devil fluttering in the high skies, casting a suppressive shadow.

The edges of the black clouds were hazy and turbulent, like living creatures, constantly eroding and expanding outward, sparks of static electricity flickering in the cloud layer upon collision.

Surrounding the volcano was an extensive series of military fortresses, with numerous chariots and airplanes ready for departure, so many that Regina was utterly astounded.

As a member of the Prussian Black Flag, she felt her country was already invincible in the world.

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As a double agent, it’s frustrating not to see Prussia rule the world.

At the foot of the volcano, within a green tent, three men dressed in Marshal uniforms were in the midst of a steel furnace, their bodies plugged with wires and tubes, ceaselessly channeling geothermal energy or electricity into them.

The high temperature and pressure within the furnace would be extreme; let alone flesh and blood, even the Legendary Mage’s formidable body couldn’t withstand it.

A closer look reveals that the red liquid inside the furnace is melted fragments of the Philosopher’s Stone...

The three Marshals are Prussia’s supreme masterpiece, positioned above all Mechanized Armament as the strongest force.

Upon looking at faces, the three wear features familiar to the Prussian people, identical to the three well-known Marshals, as if they were truly themselves. But they had heavy responsibilities and were busy, they shouldn’t, and theoretically couldn’t, be here.

"Have they arrived?"

"The new Air Marshal..."