Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1385 - 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_2

Chapter 1385: Chapter 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_2

The five Demon Kings were both envious and alarmed. It had been a long time since Pride had been this serious. The last time was during a battle with Michael, which showed that Jealousy had truly provoked him.

"Today’s meeting ends here. You all need to be careful. Joking around in private is fine, but don’t bring such sinister and evil tendencies to such an important occasion like the Demon King Council."

Pride’s figure began to fade: "Precisely because we are devils, we must respect objective facts even more, keep a clear head, deceive humans and angels as necessary, but don’t end up deceiving yourselves like Jealousy!"

Before departing, he glanced at Lust.

Wayne was gone, but it wasn’t without a trace.

Pride remembered clearly that he once obtained Wayne’s Hell avatar, a Demon Bat, guiding him at the first moment he entered Hell.

At that time, he asked the Demon Bat where he wanted to go, and the Demon Bat answered with Greed’s territory, but he threw him into Lust’s domain.

Thinking back, he was filled with regret. The Saint Heir had been within reach, but he waved him off.

Had he known Wayne was the Saint Heir, not an insignificant figure, he would have done anything to keep the Demon Bat at his side.

However...

So what if he’s the Saint Heir? In Hell, he still needs to use Pride’s form to survive!

[Pride.JPG]

Pride embraced his pride just once more, sorting through all the clues and completely figuring it out.

The Reincarnation Altar had been hidden underground in Lundan for some time. Besides Wayne, no human had successfully interacted with the Reincarnation Altar, let alone successfully reincarnated into Hell.

He should have realized earlier that none of this was a coincidence, nor was it luck. Wayne was not an ordinary person.

[Saint Heir Evidence +1]

Looking again at Lust, who was lost in lust, Pride marveled silently. Truly worthy of being the Saint Heir, conquering Lust with lust, daring to think what others dare not think and doing what others dare not do, putting even him to shame in spiritual realm.

The key point was, he even succeeded!

[Saint Heir Evidence +2]

Hexuno...

Hmm, Evidence +100

In sum, it’s confirmed. Wayne is the Saint Heir, and the Saint Heir is in Hell!

The question arises, was the Saint Heir’s entry into Hell really just a coincidence? Why step into Hell?

Wayne was the Saint Heir. Hexuno was fully aware and should have tightly protected him by her side, making it unnecessary for him to risk arriving in Hell...

Wait a minute, did Hexuno also come along?

Pride frowned in thought. What form the Heaven Seal took, what loopholes the four Archangels left, he knew better than anyone, knowing Hexuno could come and go as she wished, Hell could not keep an Archangel.

Hexuno would not let the Saint Heir adventure alone; she is in Hell at this moment!

If Hexuno hadn’t come...

It shows that she doesn’t worry about the Saint Heir being trapped in Hell. Wayne, like the Archangel, could freely come and go, even if the Demon King can’t hold him.

Thinking of this, Pride’s expression turned somber. He didn’t want to assume the worst, but facts were facts; keeping the Saint Heir in Hell wasn’t going to be easy.

"Whether we can or not, we must try to keep him, at least keep the Demon Bat..."

"Heaven has a Saint Heir, so Hell must have a Saint Heir, too. Only then is it fair!"

"A Saint Heir entangled with the Seven Deadly Sins, now that’s interesting..."

Pride knew well that his thoughts were wrong and against the mission of the Seven Deadly Sins, that such thoughts would lead to grave mistakes, yet he couldn’t help but feel eager, deciding to lay an ambush in Paradise Lost to study Wayne, the Saint Heir, up close.

"I must see for myself what kind of being is the future of Heaven, what makes him special!"

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The flowers bloom in pairs, each representing a branch.

How Jealousy was trampled by Pride, how he fumed, swore to pursue justice, and frantically sought Wayne, we will not discuss for now.

On Martia’s side, she was both running away and trying to recuperate, avoiding main roads, taking detours and small paths, staying clear of one territory after another.

This was to avoid ending up in a small dark room.

The simplistic nature of Hell, average being a devil, was crystal clear and straightforward in the dictionary.

Sneak coal in the snow, sink someone in a pit, pull the ladder on them when they climb a tree, exploit them when they’re in trouble...

To simply gloat over others’ misfortunes already makes one a moral role model among devils.

Martia’s territory was gone, her powers severely dwindled, and falling so abruptly from her former repute and status would only thrill her past allies and partners.

If she were too ostentatious along this path, it could take a hundred years just to reach Paradise Lost.

Martia’s target was Paradise Lost. Without her territory, she aimed to accurately go seek her master, the Lord of Lust, to hide out for some time, regain her energy before continuing to undercover outside.

In the meantime, she would report the information about Jealousy and Wayne.

Before he left, Jealousy was adamant about convening the Demon King Council, but Martia didn’t believe him. She knew the Great Demon King was sure to conceal things, and she aimed to explain the matter directly to Lust, ensuring her leader wasn’t misguided by false information.

After two days, Martia’s injuries had significantly recovered. She donned clothes, quickening her pace considerably.

Though still no match for devils with territory, at least she wouldn’t be surrounded by small demons and dragged into a dark, damp underground lair, forced into reproductive activities.

By this time, she had reached the edge of Hell, her goal, Paradise Lost, was in sight. The hormone levels in the air soared rapidly, making one’s heart itch at a sniff.

She reached the entrance to Paradise Lost without any danger, her tense heart finally at ease.

This journey was marked by constant fear, seeing people in the bushes, imagining someone behind every tree, she deeply tasted the bitterness of being weak and alone.

Fortunately, nothing untoward happened.

Unbeknownst to Martia, she wasn’t alone. Wayne had hitched a ride with her to Paradise Lost.

During the fight with Jealousy, Wayne sensed the suffocating space around him, knowing this was the manifestation of the Great Demon King’s authority in Hell. Without defeating Jealousy, escape was impossible.