Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1192 - 409: Bring a Marker Over, I Have a Big Use for It_4

Chapter 1192: Chapter 409: Bring a Marker Over, I Have a Big Use for It_4

One plus one is less than one, Cote suspected that Guinevere sided with the Devil.

Light and shadows flickered; countless rounds passed.

Cote bathed in Phoenix Flames, fearless of bodily harm, but maintaining Divine Arts consumed a vast amount of thought, and the mana restoration from the Phoenix Flames alone was far from enough.

Expenses outstripping income, she gradually weakened, and the silhouette of the Sun Goddess also dimmed significantly.

Clang!

Wayne raised his hand to support his spear, raised an eyebrow and said, "Weak effort, had your fill?"

Enraged, Cote’s flames rippled and cascaded down, the figure of the Phoenix surged in an instant, its speed and strength skyrocketed, continuously forcing Wayne to retreat.

Guinevere locked onto their figures, hesitant to attack Wayne even though every arrow she released was easily neutralized by him, sometimes even using her attacks to harm Cote.

To the uninformed, it would seem like she was on the Devil’s side!

Cote strongly suppressed Wayne, roaring with strength for less than half a minute; then her once sharp momentum turned flaccid, her limbs gradually weakening, the silhouette of the Sun Goddess teetering.

The mental exertion was severe, she was almost unable to hold on.

"Your movements are fancy, your gunmanship sloppy, your steps loose, reactions slow, not a single action proper, and you call yourself the Holy Maiden? Better find a decent person and marry him!"

Cote was defeated; it was Wayne’s turn, acting low-key for so long, he simply wore out the opposing side, his longsword slashed down, forcing Cote, who was blocking with her spear, to kneel on one knee.

"What a coincidence, I see an honest person every day when I look in the mirror; perhaps you might consider it?"

Fire surged in Cote’s heart; her eyes ablaze with golden light, the surging heat transformed into two beams of light shooting straight out.

Boom!!

Wayne unwilling to show weakness, their gazes in a heated clash, gold and crimson colors colliding, and after a brief stalemate, the heat vision forcefully suppressed the golden light.

Cote poorly positioned herself to the left.

"Heeheeheehee————"

The heat vision suppressed the golden light, just centimeters away from Cote’s eyes, ready at any moment to burst through and boil her brain.

A white light came from behind.

Good save, can’t continue this act!

Wayne, forced to stop his heat vision, quickly grabbed the magic arrow shot at Cote’s shoulder.

Cote, in pain, dissolved her Light Gun and charged against the falling Moonlight Longsword.

Wayne slightly withdrew his sword, not actually chopping down, Cote hesitated for a moment, but without overthinking, she jumped, seizing Wayne’s head and pressed it firmly against her chest.

A darkness fell before Wayne’s eyes, then suddenly a great golden light appeared before him, accompanied by Cote’s laughter full of vitality.

The silhouette of the Sun Goddess closed in, shielding the wholly golden Holy Maiden just before disappearing.

In the sky, Guinevere observed the rapidly expanding golden sphere, her complexion drastically changing, drawing in her Life Force Field for self-protection.

Boom!!!

The golden light skyrocketed, its blinding brightness impossible to look at directly.

The golden fireball, like ignited stars, its explosive shockwave swept across all directions, the rising flames resembling a tumbling Giant Dragon, twisting the surrounding air as it burned.

Light devoured the entire sea of flames, the Life Force Field returning to its original darkness.

After the firelight dissipated, intense heat lingered for a long time.

Guinevere spread her Life Force Field, rushed to the scene immediately, found a disheveled Cote lying on the ground, breathing steadily, just asleep, her hanging heart finally calming down.

No sight of the Devil, he must have been instantly vaporized.

Guinevere, through sensory perception, checked inside and out, confirming no trace of the Devil, then she withdrew her Divine Arts.

Her body slightly swayed, a wave of exhaustion surged over her, waving her hands she created a white cloth with her thoughts, covering any indecent exposure.

In midair, white steam gathered, falling like raindrops.

The rain continued within Guinevere’s Life Force Field, yet she remained unresponsive, even as Wayne reformed his body and approached her from behind, she still did not perceive the change.

"Hehehe——"

!

Guinevere turned around and quickly retreated, her pale hands drawing the White Longbow.

"Too slow."

Wayne caught her wrist, yanked her towards him, zoning in for a headbutt, seeing her wobble but not fall, he steadied her shoulders.

He then delivered another headbutt.

Guinevere said nothing, looked up, and fell backward.

"Tsk, a baby-like sleep, truly enviable."

Wayne rubbed his hands, to his left was Chris’s cousin or aunt, to his right, a spirited pair of long legs; not to take advantage of this situation would simply betray the injustice of being mistakenly called the Devil.

"Hey you..."

After Guinevere fainted, her Life Force Field dispersed, Wayne pointed at Givenchy and said, "Bring a marker over, I have great use for it."

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