Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1208 - 413: Oh no, the Archangel is intent on killing!_4

Chapter 1208: Chapter 413: Oh no, the Archangel is intent on killing!_4

Humiliating the object of Heya’s admiration right in front of her!

As the defeated party, Heya could only watch this scene unfold, and unconsciously, tears fell: "Archangel, I have let you down, I couldn’t protect you."

After speaking, she broke into a self-embracing sob.

"That’s enough, calm down a bit, you’ve played the person to ruin."

Wayne pulled away from his mouth and embraced Hexuno in his arms, seeing the miserable look on Heya’s face as if humiliated in person, he couldn’t help but comfort her: "It’s okay, I was never pure to begin with, a crooked body need not fear a slanting shadow, I can take it."

"No, in my eyes, you will always be pure!" Heya looked up, refusing to let the tears fall again.

In Wayne’s embrace, Hexuno calmed down considerably, stood up behind Wayne, took out glasses from his pocket and put them on, then took out lipstick and a makeup mirror to touch up his makeup.

There was a burning sensation, very stinging.

"Uh, actually, you are very strong, her... how to say..."

Wayne hesitated, then his eyes lit up and clapped his hands: "It’s the Golden Rule, I added the Golden Rule, yes, that’s it."

What does the Golden Rule have to do with it, she was originally just a nun, a mortal could not bear so many Golden Rules.

Hexuno had an answer in his heart, slowly said: "Archangel, her Essence of Life is now close to an Angel, her Realm is a Demigod, you transformed her, am I right?"

"Sort of... I suppose."

"I understand." Heya nodded her head.

"What do you understand?"

"She endured your holy will, and with each meticulous nourishment, she transformed toward an angel, you sacrificed your own purity to create a powerful follower, to fight against the Devil and ensure the successful completion of the task." Heya said with a tense expression.

"Ah this..."

Is there a possibility that I am just lusting after her body?

Wayne waved his hand, Heya had already filled in the answer, he didn’t add anything, more words were unnecessary, the current answer was quite good, very in line with his compassionate temperament.

"Archangel, I can too."

Heya stepped forward: "My current body is definitely purer than hers, I can bear more of your holy will, more of the Golden Rule, for the sake of the Kingdom of Heaven, please use me."

Wayne widened his eyes, his little hands began to fidget uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to say something, there was a smack on the face, the lipstick that had just been applied was still warm.

The Archangel was displeased, everything should be directed at her, don’t tempt Heya into corruption!

Awesome!

Wayne said with a serious face: "Nonsense, you were just accusing me of losing purity, now leading the violation of rules, you are despicable!"

Heya’s face turned red, and the lipstick mark on Wayne’s face pained her eyes, making her extremely jealous: "Archangel, I have no ulterior motives, I am purely for your well-being. You may not be aware, Pedro’s real name is Uriel, and you are both Seraph, among the four Archangels, his relationship with you is very general."

"Uriel..." Hexuno frowned slightly.

"Uriel is very close to Michael, therefore he places great importance on the bloodline left by Michael in the Mortal World, namely the descendants of Saint George..."

"With you not in the Papal State, almost all Reincarnated Angels follow his command!"

Heya talked about the situation in the Papal State, things did not look optimistic, Wayne must return to the Papal State as soon as possible, otherwise, if Uriel becomes the leading brother, no one will care about the leading sister.

"There’s such a thing..."

Wayne frowned deeply, it was the first time he learned that even Heaven had factional struggles.

Right, Angels are also made of flesh, flesh brings heart, heart brings desire.

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Underworld Great Tomb.

The figure in a white robe was thrown on the ground like trash, limbs twisted, facial features deformed, almost no longer looking human.

Givenchy.

Opposite, stood a figure in a gray robe, slender, likely a woman.

Of course, not ruling out just a skeleton.

"You’re called Givenchy, right? You still won’t speak even in this state, you are really loyal to your master!" The elegant female voice dispersed, cold and calm without any impurities.

She lifted Givenchy up, pressed him against a stone wall, her eyes flashing a charming light: "Tell me, what is the name of your faith?"

"..."

"Can’t say it, or... unwilling?"

The woman tried another method, prompting the question: "Is your great master in Paris?"

"Yes." Givenchy said weakly.

"Does he come from The Void or Hell?"

"The Void."

"A very powerful Evil God, I think he must have surpassed everything, am I worthy to hear his name, to follow his teachings?" The woman’s voice was full of Magic Power, irresistible.

"My great master, named Wayne." Givenchy’s face, gray with defeat, filled with fervor for a moment, he declared.

"Wayne?!"

Why would he be here, he was supposed to obtain Shadowmare and Yuliya.

The woman’s body stiffened, she said in a low voice: "Take me to him, right now, he shouldn’t be appearing here."

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