Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1166 - 403: Paris, The Black Principle Cult_2

Chapter 1166: Chapter 403: Paris, The Black Principle Cult_2

Hexuno understood what Wayne meant and said, "It’s too risky. I’ll follow to protect you."

"You’re coming too?"

What else? Did you really think I went through all that trouble for nothing? Don’t you have a clue in your heart?

Hexuno cursed himself for being shameless. He had already taken action, and now it was too late to be assertive; the sunk cost was too high. He said, "I don’t feel at ease with you going alone, and besides, if you’re gone for two months, I’ll miss you terribly. The pain of longing is too hard to bear."

"With you saying that, I’m not sleepy anymore."

Wayne perked up and probed, "Tell me, are you Mona or Hexuno?"

"I am..."

"Think carefully now, Mona would claim to be the Archangel at this time."

"..."

Hexuno bit his silver teeth, his face going through several changes, and said dryly, "I am Hexuno."

As soon as the words were out, there was a burst of sorrow in his heart. Even as he desperately reassured himself that he was pretending to be Mona and had spoken her lines, he still felt a chilling sense of degradation.

There’s no going back. Everything can never be the same again.

"Archangel, let’s talk more about the Saint Heir," Wayne pressed on, hoping to corner Hexuno in one fell swoop.

Hexuno cast a resentful glance at Wayne: "Boss, don’t go overboard, enough is enough."

"Fine, I’ll listen to you this time; we’ll talk another time."

"..."

"But I have a question."

Wayne cocked his head with a smile, "My target is the Devil; they are hiding in the Underground Great Tomb in Paris, and the Papal State’s Reincarnated Angels are also aiming for the Devil. We’re bound to run into each other. Aren’t you worried about being recognized like this?"

Hexuno fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "No matter what, the Devil must be exterminated."

Wayne nodded, his fingertips lightly caressing a shoulder, and softly said, "I’ve got a solution. As the Reincarnated Archangel, you’re just a Nun that The Pope has given to me, and it’s due to the Stigmata I’ve bestowed upon you that you can exert power close to that of an Archangel, how about that?"

How about not!

Hexuno got annoyed just by hearing about The Pope, and suppressing his anger, he shook his head modestly, "Stigmata can bestow power, but it cannot change the essence of one’s life. I can deceive ordinary people, but not my former comrades-in-arms."

"It can be explained."

Wayne gazed into Hexuno’s eyes, fondly saying, "Because of the continuous infusion of Holy Light I’ve given you, your power has been enhanced, and due to the Golden Rule, Divine Blood, and other reasons, your life essence has been altered."

When you’re talking, can you not blink? It’s quite creepy.

Hexuno felt a shiver down his spine from Wayne’s gaze and felt intolerant towards the face before her, especially since she didn’t understand love; this face was particularly annoying. If it weren’t for Mona holding back her hands, she would have already punched him.

Wayne, displaying a profound sense of affection, had little success before he changed tack and said, "The Walking Lust and Dierda are convinced that I’m a Reincarnated Angel, and so are The Pope, Archibald, Kel, and others. They have a preconceived notion, and any strange phenomena related to you, this little Nun, will be subconsciously linked to me."

"Perhaps..."

Hexuno was noncommittal. If she could create the misunderstanding that Wayne was her, that would be ideal.

After all, in her current state, it was hard to associate her with purity. Rumors spreading would be a minor embarrassment for her, but the greater problem would be the blow to Heaven’s glory if the Devils died laughing.

Weighing the pros and cons, Hexuno hoped Wayne’s plan would succeed.

As for the terrible image that Wayne portrayed, forever tarnishing ’Hexuno’s’ pure name, comparatively, it wasn’t unacceptable.

"If that’s the case, then give me a buff..."

Wayne opened his mouth and waggled his tongue, and then said, "Last time was just a taste, you were a bit perfunctory. This time, add more effort, whether you can preserve Heaven’s glory depends on how much effort you put in."

Hexuno did not refuse; having done it once, two, three, four, five, or six times didn’t feel so shameful anymore.

But still...

(⁄⁄•⁄ᗐ⁄•⁄⁄)

Hexuno’s eye twitched, and he inwardly asked, "Mona, can you let go of my hands for a bit? As you see, his face is just so annoying, and he is clearly ridiculing us."

"Not me, it’s you."

"..."

"Besides, I’m only holding your hands, not your feet. Step on him!"

Dog and bitch!

Hexuno cursed inwardly, with a sour face he bowed his head and closed his eyes as he leaned in.

Smooch~~~

"Alright, boss, the Stigmata have been reinforced, with my Divine Power sealed within, you are now the Archangel," Hexuno attempted to push Wayne away.

"There are edges and corners, go on, lick, no, reinforce them a bit more, we wouldn’t want to expose our identity over a small oversight, that would be too much of a loss."

Shameless, is that reinforcing or sealing!

Hexuno weighed the sunk cost, reminding herself that everything should be done for the glory of Heaven, and reluctantly bowed her head down to kiss again.

Smooch~~~

After it was done, she felt utterly terrible, covering her face.

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May 10th.

Prussia launched a full-scale invasion war, and on the same day, Winston became the new Prime Minister, with the previous Prime Minister stepping down amidst a cacophony of curses.

Wayne arrived in Paris by plane with his Secretary Mona. The moment their feet touched the ground, he keenly felt a gaze upon them.

Headless Knight!

The Headless Knight had once claimed that as soon as Wayne arrived in Paris, he would sense it and retrieve Shadowmare at the earliest opportunity.

Wayne left the airport as quickly as possible and dove into the sewers, quietly waiting for the Headless Knight to appear.

However, there was no sign of him for a full half-hour—no appearance of the Headless Knight.

Wayne had no doubt about the Headless Knight’s character; a tough man indeed. Even without the title of the strongest God-chosen Knight, his actions had always made Wayne feel inferior.

Being a victim was hard enough, but thanking a greenhorn for it was even harder.