Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1268 - 428 Above Demigod One for One, Below Demigod I Am Invincible_4

Chapter 1268: Chapter 428 Above Demigod One for One, Below Demigod I Am Invincible_4

This is no longer about the Divine Decree; it’s about being personally undermined, outshone by Anastasia.

For a moment, Cote’s gaze toward Wayne burned fiercely, and Guinevere’s expression grew heavier, her face practically screaming murder.

"Don’t mess around. My insistence on sleeping with the Dark Saintess is purely to humiliate the Dark Church. Their Saintess isn’t pure," Wayne reiterated.

"You’re blatantly laughing the entire time!"

"You’re even acting all aggrieved! You’re so persistent! Well, my heart goes out to you!"

"No matter what you say, my conscience is clear. I’m definitely not a lustful person. Sleeping with Anna wasn’t because I was craving her body."

Wayne raised his voice, seeing disbelief in their eyes. He smirked and said, "If I were truly a lecher, the two of you wouldn’t remain pure either. Before looking down on me, take a good look at yourselves. In this day and age, even devils operate under the pretense of fairness and objectivity. Ladies, don’t let the devils outdo you."

"I will inform the Goddess about this!"

"Go ahead. My conscience is clear, okay? This was all a strategy to humiliate the Darkness. The Goddess will surely praise me when she finds out."

Seeing how smoothly his plan was unfolding, Wayne added smugly, "This may sound inappropriate for me to say, but the Dark Goddess is really generous. Not only did she send me a Godchosen Artifact and the Saintess, but she also sent Vizi—her previous generation’s Dark Knight—to serve me. She protects me during the day and takes care of me intimately during the night."

"What?!" x2

The voices of the two Saintesses shot up eight octaves. They had never imagined such shamelessness existed in a Goddess.

But on second thought, it made sense. After all, she represented Darkness. Such underhanded tactics perfectly fit their preconceived notions of Darkness.

"Further humiliating Darkness, I took Vizi’s purity too. Sometimes solo, sometimes in pairs, crushing the arrogance of the Darkness thoroughly." Wayne declared righteously.

My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror; everything I’ve done is in the name of justice. For faith, enduring a little humiliation means nothing to him.

The two Saintesses, knowing their Knight had been defiled through this mess with the Dark Saintess and Knight, felt their chests ache in fury. Watching Wayne’s shameless demeanor, they wanted to strangle him with Divine Arts.

If it weren’t for the fact they couldn’t beat him, he’d be dead by now! x2

"Cote, Guinevere, your perspective is way off. At first glance, it looks as though I’ve fallen for the Darkness’s honey trap. But if you flip the narrative, you’ll realize..."

Wayne spoke assertively, "It’s the Dark Saintess and Knight who’ve been repeatedly shamed by me. This is an achievement The Church has never attained before. It’s a major victory—we should be celebrating."

"So whenever it comes to discussing beautiful women, you just keep grinning?"

Guinevere let out a cold snort. Her own Knight was utterly shameless. She’d repeat his words verbatim to the Goddess, leaving the divine to judge this disgraceful Knight.

"One last time—I sacrificed myself for faith. It’s an act of justice, a heroic endeavor, absolutely not a reckless disgrace. The Church ought to erect a monument in my honor."

Shameless! x2

"That said, if you’re still dissatisfied, I can assist you in fulfilling the Divine Decree right now. We can’t keep letting outsiders benefit from all of this." Wayne rubbed his hands together.

Guinevere stepped back cautiously. Seeing Cote frozen in place, she pulled her beside her and shot her a harsh glare.

"If you’re unwilling, then forget it. Perfect—time to rest and recharge before returning to Lundan to deal with Anna and Vizi."

Feeling increasingly smug, Wayne watched the Saintesses storm out in indignation and added as they left, "Remember to find me in Lundan at the Lando Manor. Just say you’re seeking the head of the household, Wayne Lando."

"Boss, you and the Knight Vizi—did you... you know?" Mona asked curiously.

"How could that be? I’ve always kept my distance from Darkness."

"..."

"Except for Anna, of course. She’s one of us—not part of the Dark Faction."

Wayne clarified before continuing, "Pack up. We’re heading back to Lundan tonight. I’ve got more important matters waiting for me there."

Having dealt with the Headless Knight, Wayne felt as though he’d fulfilled a long-held wish.

But new questions quickly replaced old ones: Was Monica truly an incarnation of the Goddess of Death? If she was, he planned to snap a few compromising photos of her.

This kind of dirt wasn’t available every year—it could definitely prove useful someday.

"Boss, aren’t you going to say goodbye to Sang Lan and Givenchy?"

"No need."

Wayne barely knew Sang Lan and felt indifferent toward the Insectoid. If she wasn’t being kept by Saina, and if Wayne hadn’t been able to claim her as his own, he would’ve already disposed of her in the name of justice.

Givenchy needed even less consideration. Since when do masters bid farewell to their subordinates? A quick telepathic message would suffice.

Still, Wayne intended to bring Isabella back to Lundan and place her under Teacher Slyphy’s guidance. He had a good impression of foodies—feeding them gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Isabella was currently the head of the Paris Division Scalpel Organization, so reassignment required paperwork. As the Divine Oracle High Priest, Wayne could simply stamp and sign it off himself, not delaying tonight’s return to Lundan.

As he pondered further, he suddenly had an epiphany. Noticing Mona’s calm expression, he casually grabbed her little hand and rubbed it against his face: "Got it. We’ll return to Lundan tomorrow morning instead. I’ve been too focused on feeding that greedy cat and neglected you—that’s my bad."

"Boss, that’s not what I meant."

"So, we’re good?"

"We’re not good at all!"

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Yesterday, on May 15th, Prussia achieved stunning results on the Western Front. Frank’s command headquarters was in shambles, their defense lines breached—their defeat now irreversible.

Today, Windsor Cabinet Prime Minister Winston arrived in Paris. Speaking as an ally, he berated Frank for incompetent leadership and stated that Windsor could only offer limited air force support and nothing more.

The once highly anticipated defense line had proven entirely ineffective—barely utilized at all.

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Everyone knew Paris couldn’t hold out. In half a month at the earliest, or one month at the latest, Prussian forces would be marching under Paris’ shade trees.

Winston’s visit had another purpose: to retrieve the Princess and Prince, ensuring they wouldn’t continue to drift aimlessly in Paris.

...

Meanwhile, in Windsor.

A few figures disembarked from their ship at the port—tall men and handsome women, all uniquely beautiful.

Leading the group was Archangel Uriel. Auga and Fred flanked him, accompanied by one man and three women: Juno with her fiancé Alisa, Edward with his fiancée Carol.

Juno held a pessimistic view of reclaiming the throne; her ideal outcome would be marrying Wayne and having their child inherit the crown.

After Wayne refused her, she dove headlong into the pit of Evolution, focusing on her path to Heaven.

Edward was equally pessimistic. Despite Uriel revealing his identity and mentioning Saint George’s Blood originating from another Archangel, Michael, Edward was reminded that the Windsor Family had strong ties in the Kingdom of Heaven and was urged to stand tall.

What good are connections? If Saint George’s Blood were truly so powerful, would the Papal State have kept suppressing Windsor so brazenly?

True connections are tangible; the ones you can’t leverage are mere decorations.

Edward was sharp—on par with Juno. He quickly discerned that Uriel supported the Windsor Family as pawns for his political agenda.

Win or lose, pawns bear the brunt of the fallout, no matter the outcome.

Unfortunately, Uriel was far too powerful. Edward had no say in the matter. After much thought, he decided to rope in his mother—the Queen.

Don’t waste time talking to me. Speak with my mom. She’s the Queen!

The Princess busied herself with Evolution and playing around with her fiancé, while the Prince was no better—obsessed over his fiancée. The Heavenly Blood was utterly wasted in the Mortal World.

Uriel didn’t pressure them further, preferring instead to converse with Queen Sophia. The Queen had been accustomed to power for so long that her desire for control was etched into her bones. She wouldn’t let it go easily; aligning with Austin had merely been a tactical pause.

Uriel’s lips curled into a smile as he gazed upon the utterly defenseless Lundan, feeling confident in his chances.

"Fred, any updates from the Papal State?"

"Archangel, the last two Reincarnated Angels will arrive soon, and Archibald has also awakened."

"Oh? Who is he?"

"The Angel of Wisdom—Lord Vikul."

"Oh, really? He’s descended as well?"