Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1348 - 448 Small Grove, Rushing Forward_4

Chapter 1348: Chapter 448 Small Grove, Rushing Forward_4

Risa’s face twisted with anger, "You, a Cardinal, what level are you on, trying to flatter me like that?"

"Just flatter me if you have to!"

Risa straightened the papal robe, bowed and knelt by the carriage, transforming into a footstool with a look of devoutness.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone at the Death Church, the Cardinals not only didn’t help Risa but even beat their chests and stomped their feet, regretting they didn’t become the footstool first.

A hand pushed open the carriage curtain, and Wayne, dressed in the white clerical uniform, stepped out of the carriage, looking perplexed at the papal footstool at his feet.

"Mister Wayne, please step on me..."

"Get lost, you’ll dirty my feet."

Flattery is fine, but don’t overdo it. Wayne has always looked down upon such feudal remnants.

If he can’t counter capitalist sugar-coated artillery shells, he’d consider himself a loser!

Wayne kicked Risa who came to help aside, landing gracefully.

At the same time, eight Winged Angels landed, raising their Holy Spears, forming two rows, while the Cardinals rolled out a red carpet, leading to a pure white chair at the end.

Inlaid with gemstones, its dazzling brilliance is a unique piece in human art history.

Two beautifully looking nuns stepped out of the carriage, supporting Wayne as he walked along the red carpet. Wherever they went, angels knelt on one knee.

Wayne plopped down on the chair, leaning slightly, propping his cheek with one hand, eyelids drooping, sitting without any form.

Visibly, disputes erupted among several angels and Cardinals over who should protect him. After a commotion, the two nuns stood by his sides due to their exceptional appearances.

Having ability is useless, flattery is useless too; who stands by the leader’s side is decided by the leader.

"..."xN

Who is this? xN

Everyone at the Death Church held their breath, speculating about Wayne’s identity.

Some people are like this; the moment they appear, they become the center of attention no matter how casually they stand or sit, yet they possess no visible aura of majesty.

Out of respect, Kenneth lowered the ten-meter-high bone wall, first bowing to Wayne, then politely said, "Pope Risa, does this gentleman come from Heaven?"

"It’s none of your business. This gentleman is here to watch the show, he won’t interfere with the Death Church’s enforcement of family law," Risa replied sternly.

Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief; too many strange things happened today. This place isn’t safe for a long stay, better resolve the Sukra issue quickly, dragging it might result in casualties.

As he thought this, a terrifying scene occurred.

Sukra jogged over to Wayne, pointing one hand on her hip at the Death Church group, "It’s them, they used to chase me every day, never went easy when bullying me."

Yeah, and then you counter-killed them several times!

Wayne switched hands to prop his chin, scrutinizing the Death Church party without speaking, not in vain for them taking a few days of his time; both the Pope and Great Prophet are here.

"Wayne, say something!"

Sukra tugged Wayne’s sleeve, shaking a few times.

"Cut it out, so many people are watching, if word gets out, how will I face anyone in the future?" Wayne withdrew his sleeve.

"Mister Wayne, no one saw that," Risa said bending over.

"It’s not about eyewitnesses, the main thing is my high level of ideological awareness. Awareness, you understand, like the gifts you gave me a few days ago, that’s called awareness."

After saying this, he waved his hand like shooing away flies, "Those wearing gray clothes are too much of an eyesore, I’ll give you five minutes, eliminate them all."

"Yes, sir!"xN

In a moment, from the Pope and Angels down to Cardinals and Holy Light Knights, dozens of voices responded simultaneously.

"Wait a minute!"

Kenneth quickly spoke up, sweat the size of beans dripping down his handsome face, "This Lord Angel, the Death Church is here to hunt down traitors, we have never..."

"Save it, I don’t care if you’re good or bad, it doesn’t matter to me, I only know Sukra is nice, and she wants you dead, that’s enough," Wayne interrupted bluntly.

What a minor role a Death Pope is, just focus on being an extra, don’t have so many lines.

"Sir Angel, Sukra betrayed the Church, you can’t just believe her for her beauty, we are the rightful representation of the Death Church, we are the righteous side." Duane spoke rapidly.

"I indeed believe her, so what can you do about it?"

Wayne shook his head, sarcastically said, "Look at this group of heretics, talking about justice in front of our Holy Light, they probably don’t even know who invented the word justice!"

Saying this, he laughed heartily.

"Kekekekeke————"

Risa coughed into her fist, prompting everyone to laugh along.

"Hahahahaha————"xN

Amidst the laughter, faces turned ferocious, angels flapped their wings soaring to the sky, the Holy Light Knights tightened the encirclement; even the weakest is a Legendary Mage, chilling the hearts of the Death Church group.

This is the end for sure!

Kenneth believed there was still a turning point; those in power only view problems from a perspective of power, convinced such a grand setup wasn’t just to have them killed, intimidation is just pressure on the negotiating table.

Duane formed his fingers into a sword, scolding Sukra for her shamelessness, claiming to follow the Goddess of Death, trading her body for a powerful ally’s support.

Losing purity, she doesn’t deserve to be called the Holy Maiden.

These words really upset Sukra, Duane underestimated how much she valued purity, and insulted Wayne’s respect for her.

The Death Knight, indeed having many faults, is perfectly subtle, but he also has many merits, such as... uh, never lusting after her beauty.

Their day-to-day interactions only involve intimate contact with her head.

Thinking about it makes her slightly angry, why not crave her beauty, how is she inferior to Anastasia?

Anastasia is only a little prettier, a little bigger in chest, longer in legs, gentler in personality, more graceful in demeanor, and that’s about it.

Just mediocre.

"Sir Angel, the Death Church already understands your majesty; we have no grudge between us. Although Heaven is strong, Hades is not weak either, please reconsider before giving an order," Kenneth grasped the Philosopher’s Stone, making a final negotiation.

"Conflicts arise anytime, like now, I have my eyes on the Philosopher’s Stone you’re holding," Wayne said with a smile.

"The Philosopher’s Stone can be yours!"

"Hahaha, looking down on Heaven, aren’t you? Do I really need you to give me the Philosopher’s Stone?"

Wayne waved a large hand, "Go on, snatch the Philosopher’s Stone for me!"

As soon as the words fell, Risa was the first to rush out.

As the Pope, a key figure in the Heavenly Father’s Court’s military and political core, leading the charge, faster than the Cardinals, demonstrating his deep faith.

Instead, the eight Angels hesitated, thinking ganging up on fewer people might tarnish Heaven’s honor. By the time they came to their senses, they were already behind the Cardinals.

Seeing the other side truly aiming to round them up, Kenneth let out an angry shout, grabbed the Philosopher’s Stone with five fingers, and activated a simplified version of the Life Domain.

Duane removed his right eye patch, guarding Kenneth’s side, to prevent Sukra from sneakily shooting arrows.

The simplified Life Domain is still a Life Domain, blocking the Cardinals and Holy Light Knights from acting rashly, only Risa was fearless, swinging her fists into the decayed bone world, punching one Bone Dragon flying away, dismantling the skeletal army with a few more punches and kicks.

In a few breaths’ time, king to king, the two Popes stood in opposition.

"Risa, who exactly is he?"

Kenneth couldn’t figure it out, not understanding what had happened; if it were just Sukra’s beauty, it would be ridiculous.

Looking at the two golden-haired, blue-eyed, incredibly beautiful nuns by the Angel’s side, it’s clear Sukra would need to wait until they’re full before she could snag any leftovers.

Is there a possibility that Sukra exchanged secrets of Hades to gain the overwhelming support of Heaven?

Heaven is about to take action against Hades!

"Kenneth, no need to say more, lend me your head, you’ll be handsomely rewarded in the future!"