Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1207 - 413: Oh no, the Archangel is intent on killing!_3

Chapter 1207: Chapter 413: Oh no, the Archangel is intent on killing!_3

Seeing Wayne not speaking, Hexuno raised her head, her gaze lingering on Wayne’s face as she kissed it.

Immediately, right now, hurry up and activate that damn Life Force Field!

Wayne thought for 0.25 seconds, between The Walking Lust and the Archangel, this was a multiple-choice question. He waved his hand to push away the Life Force Field, injecting a massive amount of Holy Light, employing all the Golden Rule Holy Words, and crafting the scenery of Heaven.

He had once entered the Gates of Heaven and knew what the real Heaven was like, as well as the mannerisms of the angels.

A group fond of bustling about, squeezing wherever there was activity.

The endless white clouds displayed a faint golden color, misty and elusive, like a dream.

The sky resembled a huge gemstone, crystal clear without any worldly colors, only a faint holy radiance.

Looking far into the sea of clouds’ peak, like undulating mountains and ridges, each white palace glimmered with golden light. Every corner of the palace was carved with delicate patterns, and every door was inlaid with glittering gemstones.

The towering Gates of Heaven, as if leading to the endless cosmos, anyone who steps in could glimpse the mysterious and vast starry Great Cosmos.

A touching hymn floated in the air, along with the ringing of bells, the high and sonorous dragon chant, angelic apparitions flickered in and out of visibility.

⁽⁽ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

The familiarity made Heya feel like she was back home, her heart finding peace, thinking about her recent irritability, getting the Archangel angry, she couldn’t help but blame herself.

But then thinking again, it was all Bichi’s fault, she was the one who made the Archangel lose his purity.

This kind of person, does not deserve to wield the Archangel’s Divine Power!

She wanted to personally defeat her, letting the other party know, that desecrators, even if they obtain this power, are still nothing.

Opposite her, Hexuno’s heart was as cold as ice, her face wore a servile compliance, portraying the image of a newcomer who had never seen Heaven.

Without a word, she drew out the Oath Sword, and spread three pairs of pristine white wings behind her.

The Golden Rule Ribbons fluttered, her aura enveloped her, the holy air washing ripples around like tides.

Heya was startled for a moment, then clenched her teeth and said: "Damn, the Archangel gave you so much, you sinner, what did you do to him?"

"Heya, please, stop talking!" Wayne shouted loudly from a distance.

The expression on Heya’s face grew even uglier, a heart that had just calmed down flared up in anger again, her agitated chest trembling.

She drew out the Heaven Holy Spear distributed by the Papal State, pointing at Hexuno and exclaimed: "You, the Archangel actually pleaded for your sake...I..."

I’m jealous of you!

Heya’s chest burst forth with golden light, immediately activating the Stigmata, which originated from one of the Four Great Angel Legions, representing one of the Archangels, Hexuno.

She intended to use the power bestowed by the Archangel to defeat the shameless Bichi on the opposite side!

Hexuno’s face was expressionless, slowly opening her mouth, the tip of her tongue emitted a speck of golden light, the surging holy intent shaking the atmosphere.

The next second, a violent gold cascade thundered down, attacking with boundless grandeur, turning the beautiful ’Heaven’ into ruins wherever it passed.

The powerful energy shocked Heya, who hurriedly transformed into a Metal Angel, swinging the Holy Spear with both hands across her chest, unfurling a pair of wings behind her.

Simultaneously, Heaven’s Holy Dragon was summoned, its huge body coiled around, and its metal Armor thoroughly protected Heya.

Boom!!!

At this moment, holy intent boiled intensely!

What followed was a five-minute thorough beating.

Heaven’s Holy Dragon made an appearance, showed its face and then immediately returned home, without even making a sound, Heya was pressed to the ground and rubbed all over, her Holy Spear taken, her metal armor completely stripped off.

Wayne, standing far away, only heard a few ripping sounds of clothes tearing, too far to see clearly, only knew that Heya had a mole below her left breast.

Not even as big as a sesame seed.

The one-sided battle plunged Heya into utter passivity, she tried to resist, even summoning the Eye of Judgment, but Hexuno smashed it with a slap, completely losing the power to resist.

The scene shifted, the Life Force Field dissipated.

Hexuno returned to the opera house, sitting in Wayne’s lap, burying her head in his chest, her voice almost tearful with grievance: "The energy suddenly ran amok, I couldn’t control it, I didn’t mean it."

Watching Heya on the ground, disheveled and listless, Wayne remained silent.

Archangel, your persona has collapsed!

What could he say, other than dusting off his hands, he could do nothing.

Heya, wearing the image of a defeated warrior, was nearly exposed, a close inspection revealed her left cheek blushing, having received a powerful slap.

One could imagine, for the previously triumphant Heya, how much psychological damage a powerful slap could do.

A deep soul pain, by comparison, at this moment her disheveled appearance, her indecent body desecrating the Archangel’s eyes wasn’t much.

Hexuno laid in Wayne’s arms, whining and still making excuses, the energy ran amok, she couldn’t control herself.

Wayne said nothing, discovering for the first time that the usually cold Hexuno also had this side to her.

After a long while, Heya took a deep breath, rose from the ground, pondering philosophical questions like who she was and where she came from.

Seeing Wayne staring at her without blinking, she subtly reminded her about her clothes, her trembling hand shaping a white robe to put on.

She stood up, silent, her eyes rimmed red.

Unlike the silent Heya, Hexuno whined a couple of times, straddled Wayne’s lap, and began to shower him with kisses.