Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1217 - 416: The Summit Gives Rise to Hypocritical Supporters, Dusk Witnesses Devout Believers

Chapter 1217: Chapter 416: The Summit Gives Rise to Hypocritical Supporters, Dusk Witnesses Devout Believers

Wayne subtly mentioned the two Divine Arts that Sukra had used on the ’Giant Demon’ Andrius.

The Dark People didn’t explain clearly, they were very eager and desirous.

Wayne could also defeat the Giant Demon. The families with the surname slave had a variety of tricks, definitely more methods than Sukra, but he couldn’t do it as effortlessly as Sukra, who just looked twice and instantly took down the opponent.

Considering Sukra’s combat power as a Legendary Mage, these two Divine Arts were not simple, and were very likely related to the Goddess of Death.

New knowledge had emerged, how could one remain stagnant? Even if it meant cheating or using CPU, Wayne would obtain these two techniques at all costs.

Especially the second move, with its flamboyant three steps of opening and closing doors, it seemed very flashy and fitting for someone with his pretentious nature.

The first move, on the other hand, was quite ordinary and unremarkable, a standard display of brute force flinging bricks. Anyone with sufficient knowledge could accomplish it.

"Wayne, these two techniques are not Divine Arts."

Sukra was reluctant to leave Wayne’s embrace, having wandered for years without such tranquility, she was somewhat unwilling to part with it.

The Death Knight spoke so sweetly, possessing both moral integrity and strength, being with him provided a full sense of security.

It was warm and comforting.

However, she was after all the Holy Maiden, and even though she could not contact the Goddess and had been expelled by The Church, she still had to adhere to the conduct of a Holy Maiden and maintain a certain distance from the opposite sex.

This was the piety towards her faith, a boundary not to be crossed.

"If it’s not Divine Arts, what is it?"

Wayne widened his eyes, new to these experiences, hoping Sukra would elaborate.

To her own people, Sukra was nearly without reservations, she earnestly said: "Three Subsidiary Gods rebelled, Divine Nation was in imminent danger, and the Goddess descended to bestow me with strong Divine Power, this is not an ordinary Divine Art..."

"My eyes harbor the presence of divinity!"

"Gulp!"

Wayne became even more eager, desired, wanted to obtain it.

"Sukra, I am very aware of the current situation with the Headless Knight; aside from the fearsome power of the Devil Alliance, he himself is delirious, manipulated by the Devil, and regards us as mortal enemies..."

"Wayne, you don’t need to say so much."

Sukra interrupted with a smile: "You risked your life to rescue Rone in Paris, you are a true Knight, your faith is unquestionable. If possible, I am willing to entrust this power to you."

The responsibility on her shoulders was too heavy, Sukra had carried it for too long, and if possible, she truly wished to lay down this burden and rest properly.

But Divine Power came as a gift from the Goddess, she could only use it, had no ownership, no right to transfer it to Wayne.

"Let’s try, what if it works!"

"It’s too dangerous, this is divine..."

"No no no, don’t underestimate my faith, believe in love, believe in the bonds, believe in my sincere heart towards the Goddess," Wayne declared emphatically.

He was clearly schmoozing and scamming her for Skills, yet he appeared as if he was championing justice.

Hexuno turned his head, thinking it was absolutely impossible.

"But..."

Sukra hesitated. She believed in Wayne’s talent for Death, but it wasn’t a matter of talent. Divine Power belonged to the Goddess; Death had the ultimate interpretation rights. If by chance it succeeded, wouldn’t she become a sinner for all ages?

"Rest assured, having died once, I have been reborn; what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Such worries you have, I’ve encountered many times already, and each was an unfounded alarm," Wayne explained.

Wayne referred to the issue of being resurrected, attributing it to the protection of the Goddess of Death. He was not an ordinary Death Knight but the strongest Knight destined to end the chaos, save the Divine Nation, and the Goddess. He would not fall so easily.

Sukra nodded, resurrection was too far-fetched; without a plausible explanation, it could only be that the Goddess had chosen Wayne long ago.

This man, like her, might also harbor Divine Power within him.

If she dared to think bigger, perhaps the Goddess bestowed the power upon her, then led her to find Wayne, all to entrust Divine Power to Wayne through her.

With this thought, Sukra nodded solemnly: "Wayne, the responsibility you bear is even greater than mine, your mission is to save the Divine Nation, don’t die."

"I won’t die before I meet the Goddess!"

"I believe in you."

Sukra raised her hand to remove the grey bandage, closed her eyes tightly, and slightly tilted her head back to reveal her full visage to Wayne.

She had the face of a first love, pure white and flawless, quiet and sweet, pure as the girl next door.

If it had been before, Wayne would have been moved already.

But not now. Ever since those women realized he was a beast and treated him like one, all he wanted to do was practice Magic.

"Wayne, I want to confirm one last time, do you truly need this power?" Sukra’s hands cradled Wayne’s face, her eyes half-closed, eyelashes trembling gently.

"Yes, I want to defeat the Headless Knight myself. It’s a duel between men, my promise to Yuliya, and my vow to Rone!"

Wayne continually consolidated his moral paragon persona, asserting tightly: "It’s not about superiority or life and death, but about the respect and admiration between the Headless Knight and me. He’s waiting for me, for me to attain power that rivals his, and I... don’t want to make him wait too long!"

"Is this that peculiar sense of competitiveness among you men?"

Sukra chuckled lightly, a sincere man who was genuine, kind, brave, and incredibly loyal in friendship. If she could witness these two Knights battle, she would have no regrets in her life.

Unconsciously, under Wayne’s continual CPU, she became passionate.

Wayne was responsible for the tough talk; she was responsible for the passion.