Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1347 - 448: The Grove, Rushing Forward_3

Chapter 1347: Chapter 448: The Grove, Rushing Forward_3

The Death Pope Kenneth had a middle-aged appearance, with dignified features that commanded respect without anger.

The Great Prophet Duane appeared very young, with long silver-gray hair cascading down, and a right eye covered by an eyepatch depicting a bone dragon’s claw. He had a stunning figure and remarkable looks, with light purple lip gloss that didn’t diminish his personal charm compared to Sukra.

The remaining figures were all at the level of Legendary Mages. The reformed Death Church no longer had a Divine Oracle High Priest; they had copied the Heavenly Father’s Court and renamed it Cardinal.

Seeing these figures, Sukra’s face was filled with astonishment, her hand lifted to press on the eyepatch, yet she didn’t immediately launch an attack.

"Sukra, you traitor, do you still want to resist even at death’s door?" A Cardinal scolded harshly.

"Heh, who’s the real traitor? You’ve betrayed the Goddess, long since spurned by Death!" Sukra retorted disdainfully.

"Sukra, we’ve never betrayed our faith. It was Death before, and it will still be Death in the future. It is you who acts recklessly, relying on your identity as the Holy Maiden," the Death Pope Kenneth spoke slowly.

When it comes to faith, they never discuss who the faith is for, much like swearing loyalty solely to the King of the Tulip Family, they focus on loyalty.

"A traitor is still a traitor. You will pay the price sooner or later," Sukra gritted her teeth.

"So, preaching in the Papal State is your revenge, then?"

Kenneth shook his head slightly: "Initiating conflict between the Death Church and the Heavenly Father’s Court is indeed a good revenge plan, but you are too naive. You’ve never been involved in church politics; you don’t understand that faith is faith, and power is power."

As he spoke, he uttered some wise sayings, things like the ways of the world and how maintaining harmony is precious, probably wanting Sukra to die with some understanding.

"Enough talk, even if I die today, I will drag you all to Hades with me."

Sukra removed the eyepatch, and the surging death aura spread. Her right eye gazed at the traitors on the high bone wall. With a strange fluctuation spreading out, the Gate of the Hades, symbolizing the underworld, penetrated through layers of space to descend.

At this moment, the Great Prophet Duane calmly pushed away his right eyepatch. Before the Gate of the Hades could open, it was exiled, interrupting Sukra’s spellcasting.

The power came from Xizor, one of the Subsidiary Gods, who was a Proxy exercising the divine power of death, closing a gate posed no problem.

Sukra’s complexion turned ashen. This was why she could never deal with the upper echelons of the Death Church; not only were the traitors deeply hidden, but they also had the power to counter her.

"Sukra, let me ask you one last time, are you willing to pledge allegiance to the true Death?" Duane asked.

"I would rather die on the couch!" Sukra exclaimed her wish aloud.

To be honest, no one understood it; it was taken as a metaphor.

Kenneth noticed the large force of the Holy See in the distance, and spoke: "Sukra, the Underworld Great Tomb of Paris has vanished, and the Death Knight is also missing. Do you know anything?"

"Are you scared?"

Sukra’s lips curved into a smile: "I don’t mind telling you, the Death Knight has been set free. He is free now, and he will kill all of you."

"..." xN

The reputation of the Death Knight was indeed frightening, rightfully the strongest on the God-chosen Continent.

What, Pope Risa?

Risa herself has said it, invincible in the Mortal World, any heavenly enemies would be another story.

The God-chosen Knight is a heavenly enemy, not affecting Risa’s worth in the Mortal World.

Kenneth chuckled: "If the Death Knight is truly free, why would you come to the Papal State to preach, Sukra? There’s no need to struggle any longer; you are already powerless."

These words comforted the fears of his side. Upon learning about the strange situation of the Underworld Great Tomb, everyone was startled, the Death Church remained closed for fear the Death Knight was guarding the gate.

Until they received accurate information that Holy Maiden Sukra was preaching in the Papal State, causing considerable discomfort for Risa, only then could the traitors breathe a sigh of relief.

Nobody believed Sukra had received support from the Papal State; the two sides had already signed an alliance, too absurd, as the Holy Maiden couldn’t represent the Death Church. Only the Death Pope had the qualifications to negotiate interests with the Papal State.

Never mind the shrewd Risa, any ruler Pope would know how to choose.

Thinking of this, Kenneth’s smile widened. The Death Church had its own people during this event; Risa wasn’t clear about the truth, maybe today they could use Sukra’s head to exchange for more benefits.

BOOM!!!

Four white light columns descended from the heavens, arrayed in the four cardinal directions.

The sacred light columns converged into the shape of a Holy Spear, like the gateway of the Kingdom of Heaven, standing on the earth pointing straight to the sky.

Members of the Death Church were momentarily shocked, as eight Winged Angels flew above, subtly suggesting an encirclement. Was it just for show, or did the Heavenly Father’s Court plan to wipe them out completely?

"Stay calm!"

Kenneth snorted coldly, looking forward with displeasure.

Under the perception of thoughts, the renowned Holy Light Knights were fully mobilized, assembling from all directions.

At first glance, it seemed poised for an exhaustive net.

Upon closer inspection, you’d notice a few Cardinals dressed ostentatiously, surrounding the Pope’s carriage, without any battle intent, with faces that collectively read...

How to say, that kind of a sly grin.

A coworker’s wife gave birth, but the Cardinal knew the child was his, he wanted to laugh but couldn’t do so loudly, at least not louder than the coworker.

These expressions, no matter how they looked, weren’t here to fight, more likely to spectate.

Moreover, such a retro carriage, in this era, the Pope still rides a horse-drawn carriage.

Eh, the one driving seems to be Pope Risa?

Kenneth widened his eyes, confirmed again, the coachman was indeed Risa himself.

What kind of hobby is this?

Kenneth didn’t understand, and then he saw the carriage stop, a Cardinal knelt down to act as a footstool, only to be kicked aside by Risa.