Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1141 - 397: The Evolution of Machinery

Chapter 1141: Chapter 397: The Evolution of Machinery

The Major General escorted Regina to the tent and then excused himself.

Regina’s eyes swept across the area, observing the three Marshals inside the steel furnace. She thought to herself that things were tricky and weighed the possibility of rising up and assassinating them.

No one seemed to be around, and the three Marshals appeared to be dozing, a vigilant mind against an unwary one. Probability of success was as high as 70%.

Feasible!

Secretly nodding to herself, Regina decided to give up.

It seemed like there was no one around, but in fact, people were everywhere. Those terrifying numbers of chariots and planes were all alive—if she made a move, she’d be surrounded by a flood of steel.

She needed to preserve her useful existence to repay her boss for his life-saving grace—can’t just blindly rush in headlong.

Click! Click! Click!

The doors to the steel furnace opened, spewing out high-temperature steam, and three figures in Marshal uniforms stepped out.

The three uniforms were distinct from one another. Prussia had more than just these three Marshals, but these three faces were highly recognizable, the favored right-hand men of the Führer Hiddel.

Regina silently observed, speculating that the Prussian Upper Echelons had an inner and outer team, or rather, the leaders known to the Prussian people were just stand-ins, and the true rulers had never shown themselves, waiting for the right moment to replace the stand-ins.

Our country is so powerful, yet not steamrolling the world in one go—what exactly are we waiting for?

Waiting for the boss to knock on our door and shatter our conspiracy?

Regina faintly felt that Prussia was waiting for an opportunity. Until then, its formidable strength remained unknown to the world, quietly crushing neighboring small countries, ensuring the God-chosen Continent remained undisturbed.

Regina knew her own intellectual limits, not as adept at deductive reasoning as Wayne, and pushed aside her doubts, expressionlessly watching the three steam-covered Marshals.

"Welcome, the new Air Marshal," one of the Marshals spoke up, judging by the uniform, he was the original Air Marshal.

"Congratulations, you’re being promoted to Imperial Marshal soon."

"No, not now. Everything must follow the Führer’s orders..."

The Air Marshal shook his head slightly, his facial features mechanical and rigid, incapable of displaying humanized expressions, and said to Regina: "You can become even stronger. Inside the volcano lies a Philosopher’s Stone, that is what’s truly..."

"Hold on!" An army Marshal interjected.

The bodies of the three Marshals froze, sensing the presence of an infiltrator.

Regina narrowed her eyes slightly. The Air Marshal had only said half of what was on his mind, and she roughly guessed the rest, only waiting for Wayne’s arrival to pass on the crucial information.

She decided to apply for a paid long vacation, to shop, shop, shop.

"I’ll take care of the infiltrator," said the army Marshal, expressionless.

"Let’s do it together, to prevent him from escaping."

"Are you underestimating me? You waste of the Air Force?"

"Heh, Army fool, with your brain as sluggish as your mobility."

The two Marshals argued without expression, while the navy Marshal remained silent.

Not because he was aloof, but because he couldn’t get a word in.

Prussia hadn’t entered the phase of explosive militarization yet, and even if it did, limited to just one continent, the navy’s expansion was destined to be restrained.

As a navy Marshal, he didn’t have many ships or vessels under his command and thus couldn’t speak with much authority.

...

A Black Robe figure passed through the spatial prohibition, gazing at the grey and foggy world, immediately falling into silent shock.

Soskuna!

He had still come.

Some time ago, Soskuna suffered a catastrophic defeat, his once-prized abilities belittled and devalued by his rivals.

He also relinquished control over the prized Information Laws of Thunder and Tempest.

Moreover, he lost a Dark Knight.

Ever since Vizi arrived in the Mortal World, she vanished without a trace, and he had lost contact with her.

Soskuna tried to reach out unilaterally, but to no avail; the number was disconnected, and the person untraceable.

If his predictions were correct, she likely met a heroic end.

Soskuna deeply regretted it; to achieve demigod status, he had attracted many strong allies and promised many benefits to gather a group of underlings willing to assist him.

Speaking of underlings, they were actually investors, in a mutual benefit arrangement, investing in his talents to enjoy dividends later on.

Among them, Vizi was the investor who asked for the least, granting Soskuna use of the Twilight Deadlock.

Now that Vizi was gone, the Twilight Deadlock was also out of his reach.

A heavy loss.

Soskuna silently warned himself that without the old, there is no new. Without Vizi, there was still an active Dark Knight left on the God-chosen Continent. If he could succeed once, he could certainly do it a second time.

The Dark Goddess had given him silent consent to woo the Dark Knights; now this knight couldn’t escape his grasp.

Additionally, despite an unprecedented defeat, it wasn’t without gains.

He tasted the bitterness of defeat, confirmed that Thunder and Tempest didn’t suit him; the future of the Abyssal Python Clan lay in Hell, and if he wished to achieve demigod status or go further, he should seek a path in Hell.

That’s Hell.

A no-man’s land divided by seven Archfiends, virgin territory yet without a true pioneer.

With a bit more audacity, if he could achieve glory in Hell, even igniting the Divine Fire was within sight.

Then, he would no longer be a Subsidiary God to the Dark Goddess; he would become her ally. Together, they would grow stronger, dominate the entire God-chosen Continent, defeat all deities, and ascend to Heaven to restart the saga of the Heavenly Father as the only God.

The Dark Goddess was still single; perhaps their alliance could evolve further. The thought was somewhat exciting.

Soskuna was a man of action; once he found direction, he would act immediately. After networking, he sent a strand of his thought into Hell and met one of the Seven Demon Lords—the Lord of Gluttony.

The Abyssal Python Clan and the Lord of Gluttony did not get along; the former were the natives, the latter the invaders. There had been a battle to the death; the Abyssal Python Clan defeated, some fled, some surrendered, with their territory seized by the Lord of Gluttony.