Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1184 - 407: The Cost of Using the Devil_4

Chapter 1184: Chapter 407: The Cost of Using the Devil_4

Their hands melted, froth poured into two faces, reshaping their thoughts and flesh, while also opening their heart’s doors to Wayne.

With a single glance, Wayne’s expression turned even fouler.

All of it was voluntary.

In the memories of the two individuals, Wayne saw numerous ghostly figures, among which one voice was incredibly familiar.

The Lord of Envy!

The Lord of Envy, one of the Seven Demon Lords, extended his gracious invitation, and the two High Priests hesitated briefly before decisively accepting the invitation to Hell.

Once again, the Legendary Mage made a choice for the future, unhesitatingly stepping into Hell rather than the Divine Nation.

"The Demon King is here too, what a hassle..."

Wayne muttered to himself as the fully resurrected two High Priests kneeled on one knee at his feet: "My great faith, is there anything I can do for you?"

Sang Lan stepped back two paces, her scalp tingling, shocked into silence by the scene before her.

She seemed to have just witnessed the power of The Void easily corrupting Givenchy and Uri, altering their wills and faith.

Two Legendary Mages of equal realm and strength were so easily reduced to slavery.

"Return to your respective positions and do what you must. Report to me the moment the Devil makes any arrangements."

Wayne checked the two’s memories; not trusted by Hell, he knew the intelligence was limited. Sending them back as undercover agents might not yield firsthand news, but having some information was better than none.

"Understood." x2

The two High Priests bowed and took their leave, stepping out of Sang Lan’s Life Force Field in an instant, coming and going as they pleased, not giving any face.

Sang Lan wasn’t bothered by this, but upon meeting Wayne’s deep gaze, she nearly lost her mind.

She backed away repeatedly, explaining: "I didn’t see anything, I belong to Pontiff Saina, and I’m tight-lipped, I’ll never tell."

"Relax, I won’t kill you."

Wayne beckoned, his fingertips radiating a rich aura of life: "Come here, the wound on your chest is an eyesore, let me heal it."

"No no, no need, it’s a minor wound, it’ll heal on its own."

"Come! Here!"

"..."

Sang Lan came to Wayne on the verge of tears, her hope of entering the Divine Naturalism Kingdom dashed. With Wayne being so lascivious, taking control of her mind and body, she feared she might be compelled to delve into The Void as Starfury.

Wayne laid a hand on Sang Lan’s shoulder, spun her halfway, and with a ripping sound, tore open the white robe on her back. With a touch of his fingertips, he quickly healed her arrow wound.

In a few breaths, both the front and back wounds were as good as new.

"You belong to Saina, and I can’t investigate her, which means I can’t investigate you, but I really don’t like you. Your arrogance and mistakes have put countless people on the sacrificial altars for the Devil."

Wayne spoke slowly, "Of course, it’s not entirely your fault; the Devil had already corrupted Uri and Givenchy. With so many people setting this trap together, no matter how clever you are, you couldn’t see through the truth, especially since you’re such a fool."

Uncontaminated by corruption, Sang Lan felt incredibly fortunate, yet also afraid. Knowing so much, was it truly alright?

She bargained in her mind, wishing for a swift resolution—transforming her into a thrall too, fearing daily life’s constant anxiety could drive her mad.

"All these words boil down to one thing: keep your distance from the Devil. When you think you’re using the Devil, you’re already being used by him."

Wayne said expressionlessly, "According to their memories, the Devil will soon come to visit you. Then, whether through coercion or temptation, the entire Paris clergy will be reduced to pawns of the Devil."

Sang Lan was deeply shaken, bowing her head to acknowledge the lesson learned.

This man, though not good in many ways, indeed had commendable traits. Pontiff Saina had a good eye for choosing a worthy partner.

Sang Lan hesitantly inquired, "Divine Oracle High Priest, are you an Evil God of The Void?"

"No, it’s not the power of The Void. It’s life, the ultimate answer of the Naturalism faith."

"???"

If she could have beaten him, Sang Lan would have already lashed out. Was he truly taking her for a fool?

What is The Void, and what is the natural life—she could tell them apart clearly.

Wayne gestured with his hand and drew the Elemental Mantra out of The Void: "I forgot to introduce myself, Naturalist Knight, Wayne."

Boom!!

A thunderclap exploded above Sang Lan’s head as she blankly stared at the Elemental Mantra. Man and sword as one, the overflowing life aura in perfect harmony with Wayne, a bona fide Naturalist Knight.

"But, I remember the Naturalist Knight to be someone else..."

"That would be Mr. Mula; I’m the one who will succeed him as the Naturalist Knight."

Wayne held the Elemental Mantra before him and murmured, "Return to Saina’s side. If Mr. Mula does not summon you, stay close to her."

After speaking, he threw the Elemental Mantra back into The Void.

He pulls off the ruse with subtlety, the effect more about volume than force, astounding in both sight and sound, filling Sang Lan to the brim.

In the presence of the Naturalist Knight, Sang Lan harbored no more complaints. The doubts in her heart were washed away by the flood of the Elemental Mantra.

Now, whatever Wayne said, she would believe, including the earlier matters regarding life and The Void.

The God’s Chosen Knight dictates what is life, and so shall it be life. A mere Legendary Mage has no ground to argue.

Sang Lan realized that, if she wasn’t mistaken, Saina must have taken a shortcut to becoming Pope via a promotion device.

"Go back. I’ve already inspected here; next are the four Priests. I need to see if they are innocent..."

The black sedan drove out of the Magical Department Headquarters. In the passenger seat, Isabella’s face was at ease as she looked back at the long-term Monthly Ticket in deep thought, along with the extremely well-behaved High Priest.

So tame after just half an hour?

Tsk, looking even uglier, huh?

Isabella shook her head repeatedly. Does the Naturalism Church no longer have any proper channels for promotion?

...

At the same time, Uri and Givenchy returned to their respective regional head offices of The Church, one golden, one white, two silhouettes set their sights on them.

"This city..."

"Is too dangerous!"

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