Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1320 - 441: Hexuno: Is there a possibility that Lord Son of the Holy is Wayne_4

Chapter 1320: Chapter 441: Hexuno: Is there a possibility that Lord Son of the Holy is Wayne_4

She can’t let it go, every time the Pope is mentioned, she gets infuriated.

"I agree, the Pope is nothing!" Vikul gritted his teeth.

"That’s right, the Pope isn’t even in Lundan."

Kiraal pondered, thinking about redemption and trial, those who pressured Kel repeatedly, could the Saint Heir be among them?

"If it’s not the Pope, then who? We all know him, and he’s related to the Holy Light..."

Uriel blinked, dryly suggested: "The Queen, the Prince, or maybe the Princess?"

"How do those three seem anything like the Saint Heir?"

Hexuno stood up and shouted: "Use your brains, who has fought the Devil with us and pointed us towards redemption? Think about it, he’s been by our side all along!"

"..."x3

Three confused faces shook their heads in unison.

"Little Nun, your words are too..."

"Shut up!"

Hexuno glared fiercely at Heya: "Don’t think that just because the Saint Heir likes you, I can’t deal with you, I’ll sort you out back in Heaven!"

That glare touched the stigmata on Heya’s chest, scaring her face pale.

The Archangel trusts the little nun too much, handing over even the command of the Angel Legion.

Despicable, the little nun must have used some underhanded method to ensnare the Archangel!

"Hexuno, do you know something?"

Uriel widened his eyes, stood up shocked: "So, it’s true. You stayed in Lundan all along, you found the Saint Heir!"

"What?!"x2

Vikul and Kiraal stood up in surprise, looking at Hexuno.

"I don’t want to say I’ve found the Lord Son of the Holy, because he gave an order that I can’t speak of it, and also..."

Hexuno looked at the three and earnestly said: "This concerns your redemption. If I were to say it, and you respect the Saint Heir but look down on mortals, it would be hard for you to face your desires and achieve redemption. That’s why the Saint Heir deliberately hides his identity."

"So you really know..."

Uriel urged: "Now’s not the time to talk about this, quickly tell me, who exactly is the Saint Heir?"

A group of reincarnated angels held their breath, waiting for Hexuno’s answer, unable to guess who the Saint Heir was up until now.

Hexuno hinted as vaguely as possible: "Is it possible that the Lord Son of the Holy is Wayne?"

(ಠ൧ಠꐦ)x6

After all that talk, that’s what you wanted to say?x3

Mister Wayne isn’t the Archangel? x2

Damn it, just wait, when we get back, the Archangel will deal with you!x1

Seeing the room fall silent, Hexuno was anxious and glared: "Come on, can’t you consider this possibility?"

"Hexuno, I know you’re trying to clear your name, but... don’t joke about the Holy Son. Honestly, I almost couldn’t help punching you just now." Uriel rolled his eyes.

"Archangel Hexuno, my reincarnated self knows Wayne, he’s that kind of... extremely unreal person, not floating up, but falling down, and below is Hell, do you understand what I’m saying?" Kiraal shrugged.

"Archangel Hexuno, I’m in a bad mood now, so please don’t make similar jokes to provoke me in the future." Vikul said with a dark face.

"Wayne is really the Lord Son of the Holy!" Hexuno was furious, quickly apologizing to the Saint Heir.

"Ah, right, right..."

Uriel shrugged: "Let’s end it here for today. Once I sort out the areas, I’ll notify everyone to search carefully. Remember to guard against the Kingdom of Heaven, don’t let those bastard angels get to the Saint Heir before us."

"Alright then, Vikul and I will go have a drink, I’m under too much pressure."

"Where to?"

"Fallen Angel Bar!"

"You incorrigible bastard angel, if there weren’t more bastard angels than you today, I’d be infuriated to death by you."

"You can’t say that, he’s just trying to lighten the mood with a joke, it’s out of good intention."

"Hmph, can you make jokes about second generations like this!"

Kiraal and Vikul left the reception room arm in arm, laughing and chatting.

Who the joke-telling bastard angel was, Vikul didn’t say, hoping Hexuno would have some sense.

The doors to the reception room opened, a gust of cool wind swept through, stirring a faint sadness in Hexuno’s heart: "To think no one believes me, Saint Heir, is this also part of your plan?"

"Hmph, just you wait, when we get back, the Archangel will deal with you, tear your mouth apart."

Heya cast a sidelong glare at Hexuno, and, as Hexuno stared back, darted away without a trace.

Auga looked around, gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and chased after Heya who left quickly.

Cannot stay here with Archangel Uriel, will get in trouble, Archangel Hexuno is kind and gentle, better to go to him for safety.

The room emptied, leaving only the scratching sound of Uriel drawing on the map.

Fred did not leave, standing loyally behind Uriel, but didn’t even glance properly at Hexuno once.

"Uriel, aren’t you going to say something nice over at the Lord Son of the Holy?"

Hexuno sighed: "Before, you offended him badly, it’s better to apologize, so that no one speaks ill of you when the Saint Heir returns to Heaven."

"Who, you say bad things about me?"

Uriel didn’t lift his head, speaking irritably: "Give it up, you can’t clean your sullied self, I, Uriel, a dignified Archangel, would never stoop to your level, avoiding issues and indulging in lies! I’d rather go to Hell, die in Hell, than ever call Wayne the Saint Heir!"

Hexuno: "..."

She sighed and left the reception room, ready to go back and accept punishment, only wishing for the Lord Son of the Holy to be a bit more restrained, not to guide her reform with self-debasement.

Betrayed by all! No one believes!

"So this is the price of avoidance and concealment, Saint Heir, I’ve realized again."

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