Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1303 - 437 Uriel: He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me!_3

Chapter 1303: Chapter 437 Uriel: He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me!_3

After two steps, he returned to stand behind the three Reincarnated Angels.

Wherever the Demon King struck, life turned into carnage. No matter how far you could run, the safest place was beside the Reincarnated Angels.

As the swarm of insects scattered, Vikul’s figure emerged—he stepped forward slowly, his cold golden eyes fixed intensely on Bedford.

At the same time, Hexuno and Uriel each took a corner, forming a triangular formation with the Seven Virtues to trap Bedford in the center.

Wayne held the beauty in his arms and watched closely as the Seven Virtues surrounded Lord Pride. His fingertips brushed across the curve of her waist and hips, debating whether to activate the Life Force Field to provide these four lawless beings a battlefield.

This was Buckingham Palace, the crown jewel, one of the most important assets of the Lando Family. If it got destroyed, who knows how much more value they’d need to squeeze out to make up for the loss?

They’re fighting a war here—if we keep squeezing the common people, what if this group of unruly citizens revolts?

Expanding the Life Force Field wouldn’t work either. Seven Virtues plus Pride—what battlefield could withstand their chaos? The field would likely collapse as soon as the fight began.

This Pride was different from other Devils. Heaven served as his guarantor and paid his bail; he wasn’t some fugitive who escaped from Hell.

Wayne furrowed his brow, struggling to understand a certain rationale.

If Pride had always been Bedford—previously controlled by Frank, then stripped of the shipyard by the Lando Family—how, with Pride’s supreme arrogance, had he swallowed this humiliation?

Or perhaps Pride’s true target was indeed the Saint Heir, who actually resided in Lundan? Could it be that Pride endured the affront in order to maintain Hell’s position as Heaven’s equal?

"That doesn’t make sense..."

Wayne muttered to himself: "If he tolerated it before, there’s no reason he can’t tolerate it today."

"Stop touching me; a fight is about to start over there."

Philomena pushed Wayne aside, her captivating eyes sparkling: "So Secretary Mona really is Archangel Hexuno? Unbelievable. Have you tarnished the purity of the Seven Virtues?"

What do you mean ’tarnished’? It was mutual pursuit, okay!

She might appear reluctant but was actually quite proactive.

"Yeah."

Wayne raised an eyebrow: "Impressive, huh? I honed my techniques on the Archangel Hexuno herself. Now, when I serve you all, you won’t feel mistreated."

Ugh, obscene!

Philomena glared at Wayne—he was disgusting yet proud of it.

Sigh, foolish woman. The one you’re sitting on is the real Archangel!

Heya lowered her head slightly, failing to notice Wayne—her gaze only found Philomena, to whom she offered a sympathetic look. This stunningly beautiful woman had lousy judgment. Being manipulated by an Archangel? Serves her right.

Her vision’s bad, her mind’s worse—deservedly played like a puppet in the Archangel’s hands.

And back to the point: Archangel, why are you so skilled at this?

Heya’s chest ached. Resorting to her ’Mental Victory Technique of Ignoring Reality,’ she suppressed her discomfort. Leaning slightly toward Wayne, she said, "Archangel, the secretary is no match for Lord Pride. Will you not intervene personally?"

Wayne was about to turn his head when Philomena grabbed his chin. The situation behind him was far too perilous—he might never be able to look back.

Wayne shrugged and said, "I imbued Hexuno with vast amounts of Divine Power. Right now, she resembles an Archangel far more than I do. She’s incredibly strong; if you don’t believe me, watch—Lord Pride will definitely mistake her for me."

Heya agreed wholeheartedly. Uriel, Jealousy, and Kiraal had all made that mistake in turn—it stood to reason that Pride wouldn’t be an exception.

These so-called powerful beings weren’t all that impressive—they fell far short of the Archangel she admired.

Philomena stared wordlessly at Heya. If this was what Angels were like, maybe they weren’t as intelligent as she’d imagined. Reminiscent of how naive she had been herself once—believing every lie from a scumbag, offering herself freely.

"Hahaha!"

In the midst of the scene, Bedford’s body transformed. Three pairs of wings spread open behind him, his hand raised to display the Stigmata etched onto its back. With Michael’s blood, he unleashed Uriel’s Holy Light.

Felster’s overnight masterpiece, imbued with the powers of two Archangels. He knew he couldn’t keep the secret but was too tempted by the pleasures of the world to let go. Thus, he burned an enormous amount of mental energy as a shield against disaster.

He sacrificed himself to ensure he could continue living his grand and carefree lifestyle.

Of course, a copy of the Stigmata was preserved—this was the evidence of Uriel’s crimes. He wouldn’t let an evil Angel destroy all traces of it.

Flutter flutter!

A streak of golden light shot into the banquet hall—the last of the Seven Virtues to descend upon the Mortal World: Kiraal.

He carried a peculiar scent—hard to describe. It was the scent of something Uriel didn’t comprehend, but Hexuno and Vikul had experienced.

Even Lundan had the Lightning Squad mobilizing.

"Pride, you..."

Kiraal, freshly arrived and utterly clueless about the significance of what had transpired, gazed in horror at Lord Pride, now infused with Heaven’s power. "How is this possible? Where did you get this power? The Reincarnation Altar should have turned you into a mortal."

"This is all thanks to Uriel. My old friend recognized my outstanding moral character—he personally bestowed the Stigmata upon me and promised that one day he would lead me into Heaven," Bedford’s laughter filled the air. He couldn’t have been more delighted.

No—Bedford was gone. He should now be referred to as Lord Pride.

Queen Sophia’s investment acumen was questionable. Felster was no pushover; as Hell’s top Dark Force, challenging him had hit a steel wall.

Bedford had believed the Queen’s words, seized Felster’s business, and even planned to monopolize the tobacco industry. Guilty beyond measure, he found no salvation in Heaven nor refuge in Hell.

Dead for sure!

"Nonsense! I never said I’d take you to Heaven!"

The accusation was too great—Uriel couldn’t afford to acknowledge it. He widened his eyes, looking anxiously at his three colleagues: "He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me! He’s the Demon King of Hell—you can’t believe a single word he says!"