Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1176 - 405: I Beg You, Please Don’t Die_4

Chapter 1176: Chapter 405: I Beg You, Please Don’t Die_4

The disappeared dove reappeared in his hand, thoughts intruded, forcibly decrypted, and he saw a dialogue, laughing as he read it aloud: "Angel descends, plans have changed, notify the others."

Across from him, Sang Lan’s face turned ashen, with anger, as well as shock and discomfort.

"High Priest, I won’t waste words, caught red-handed, I’d like to know more intelligence. Are you going to say it yourself, or should I help you save some face?" Wayne said, waving his hand to release the dove.

The dove flapped its wings and clatteringly landed on Sang Lan’s shoulder, bowed its head, and gently pecked a few times, as if apologizing.

Dove: I didn’t want to, but he forced me, I had to give in.

Boom!!

A streak of firelight burst forth, and the dove turned into ashes.

"Now the evidence is gone."

"What’s the difference, my mouth is evidence."

"Pride! Unreasonableness!"

Sang Lan sternly said: "Divine Oracle High Priest, I’ll say it again, some things can’t be investigated, for everyone’s sake, stop here!"

"I’ll say it again, too, now that it’s been investigated, it must be pursued to the end."

"Hmph!"

Sang Lan huffed coldly, waving his hand to change the form of the Life Force Field, with vast mountains and seas overlapping, the Four Elements each occupying a quarter of the sky, massive Life Force filling every corner of the world, creating an endless Tree People Army.

The Life Force Field is illusory, a duel between Legendary Mages cannot determine a victor in a short time, the only way to decide quickly is to compete in knowledge reserve!

As a Legendary Mage, Sang Lan conducted an investigation on Wayne, this bafflingly promoted Divine Oracle High Priest.

A student of the Regional High Priest of Lundan District, Slyphy, a favored servant of Acting Pope Saina, relying on nepotism for abundant resources, because Saina needed him, he skyrocketed to become the Divine Oracle High Priest.

Simply put, the pretty boy was made by Saina throwing resources at him.

Unlike Legendary Mages who rely on their own cultivation, one can tell from the scale of the Life Force Field that the pretty boy has insufficient foundation, a weak base, called a Legendary Mage, but in fact, he’s a sham.

I will win!

Bang!

The violent airflow swept across the field, the red light severed the Tree People at their waists, they fell one after another like cut wheat, not yet fallen to the ground, they combusted due to the terrifying heatwave, and exploded into ashes.

Sang Lan uttered a soft yelp, his thoughts covering the entire Life Force Field, only to feel a residual light flash in front of him, a tearing pain striking his heart, as if his entire being along with the Life Force Field were being ripped apart.

The next second, the afterimage reached in front of him, a fist magnified endlessly before his eyes.

Boom!!

Wayne swung a punch, landing lightly, looking at the blood on his knuckles, the heat in his eyes evaporated it.

In the distance, thunderous booms sounded, an explosive tide burst like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting.

Amid the enormous explosions, Sang Lan’s Life Force Field dissipated, and Wayne’s Life Force Field took advantage sweeping down.

He motioned with his hand, and grabbed the bleeding palm-faced cheek, tilting his head to look at the bloodied and indistinct face in the crevices of his fingers: "Such a pity, I was moved by your bowing posture just now, now looking at this disfigured face, the feeling is gone in an instant."

Sang Lan weakly opened his mouth, a torrent of fresh blood flowing down.

With more breaths out than in, his thinking blasted by a punch, his body severely injured, without healing, he was close to death.

Only a Legendary Mage, demigods and the like dared not to take Wayne’s punch directly with their faces.

"What did you say, louder, I didn’t hear you clearly?"

Wayne chuckled, his fingers tightening, crushing the skull, his laughter turned into a frozen smile on his face.

"I, I..."

"Am... Pope Saina’s person..."

"Our own... person..."

Wayne: ∑(Ò_Ó;)

What does it mean, our own person?

The literal meaning?

"Hmph, don’t expect to fool me, minion of the devil..."

Wayne was a bit flustered, thinking to himself that there’s no big problem, even if this one is one of our own, he’s now under devil’s control, a traitor, a double agent.

His thoughts invaded, scrutinizing Sang Lan inside and out.

The body was fine, the thoughts were intact, a standard natural belief, no trace of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Wayne fell silent, placed Sang Lan on the ground, diffusing Life Energy through his fingers, mending the other’s damaged face, injecting vitality to revive his mind and body.

"High, High Priest, wake up..."

Wayne knelt before Sang Lan, calling for the miracle of life: "Please, don’t you die!"

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