Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1264 - 427 Goddess, Master, Mother_4

Chapter 1264: Chapter 427 Goddess, Master, Mother_4

Wayne’s old face reddened at those words. Faced with individuals of exceptionally high moral character, such as Rone, Mula, Oli, and other God-chosen Knights, or Anna-Stasia, the Moonlight figure, he always felt an overwhelming sense of inadequacy, leaving him somewhat flustered.

Of course, this did not hinder him from continuing to corrupt the Goddess of Death. Now that she had fallen into his hands, the Goddess of Death was bound to taste the bitterness of consequences.

"By the way, the Goddess created Yuliya long ago—did she foresee this day coming?" Wayne was intrigued by the notion, his intuition telling him that the Goddess of Death surely had her own plans.

In the ongoing faith wars, ’gods’ had perished batch after batch. Those who survived to this day were without exception cunning and formidable. Look no further than the Sky Goddess in his grasp—fragile little blossoms couldn’t endure this long.

Darkness is sinister and treacherous, naturally filled with countless schemes. The weakest entities—Sun and Moonlight—had banded together for mutual survival. But despite this, why was Death just foolishly lying there doing sit-ups?

Surely, there was a hidden truth!

"The Goddess’s strength is unquestionable. She must have foreseen something, which is why she sent her consciousness out of the Divine Nation early," Rone declared resolutely.

If asked further, he wouldn’t know.

Wayne ceased his questioning and switched topics: "Rone, when are you planning to set off?"

"Right now. I entrust the Goddess to you—staying in the Mortal World serves no purpose anymore."

Rone sighed deeply. Originally, he had the task of guarding the Underworld Great Tomb. However, due to the rebellion in the Divine Nation, the Goddess’s plans had been thoroughly disrupted, rendering the tomb, into which great efforts had been poured, useless.

It seems plans never keep pace with change.

"Aren’t you going to talk with Yuliya for a bit? She misses you. Every time I’m with her, she mentions you."

"No need. She’s happy now—that’s enough."

Rone turned toward the outer perimeter of the Death Fog Area, seemingly lost in thought. Though he was merely a skeleton with no face, the bare skull seemed to carry traces of a smile.

A true man!

A pure-hearted man!

Wayne glanced at Rone, then at the captive in his grasp, silently acknowledging the child’s father.

"Wayne, wait for my good news. I’ll definitely rescue the Goddess!"

With large strides, Rone departed, his figure gradually disappearing into the gray mist as he walked the path leading to Hades, leaving no trace.

To prevent Wayne from secretly following him, Rone severed the spatial ripples entirely, eliminating all risks.

Setting aside the dangers of the Divine Nation, with Wayne guarding the Goddess, this side felt perfectly secure to him.

This was steady!

Rone walked swiftly, so fast that even if Wayne wanted to stop him, it was already too late. Wayne turned his gaze toward the lingering Death Aura in the surroundings, lost in contemplation.

The Underworld Great Tomb served as a coordinate; this remaining piece of the land of death was Hades’s anchor point in the Mortal World. One day, he too could use this place to enter Hades.

Perhaps Rone’s moral character was too high and his shining humanity too intense, which inexplicably stirred Wayne’s blood. He began imagining a future where he would charge into Hades to claim Rone’s Goddess, master, mother...

Bah, a slip of the tongue.

No—charge into Hades alongside Rone to rescue the Goddess of Death!

Wayne shook Shadowmare slightly. Yuliya stepped out of the portal, glancing around. Seeing no sign of Rone, she tilted her head in confusion.

"He left."

"Left?"

Yuliya instantly felt disheartened. Just up and left, without even a goodbye.

Bah, lousy knight!

"Went to do things men ought to do."

Wayne laughed and patted Yuliya on the back. "Don’t be sad. He didn’t want to see your disappointed expression, so he left without saying goodbye. He asked me to pass on one thing: he will surely return to apologize to you personally."

"Oh."

Yuliya responded weakly, feeling emptiness in her heart and some lingering disappointment.

Wayne mounted the horse with a single stride, brandishing Shadowmare to complete his knight transformation. "Yuliya, head to the surface. Let’s see which of the Devil’s minions remain—let them hear the death knell!"

Yuliya spat out Purple Magic Flame, her spirit invigorated, her energy brimming. With a swift step forward, she charged ahead, completely forgetting who Rone even was.

Now, Wayne was all she needed.

The portal opened, and Frank, the top Great Demon King of the Magic Realm, the nightmare of countless mages, and the Death Knight, officially descended!

"Khehehehehehe—"

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