Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1386 - 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_3

Chapter 1386: Chapter 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_3

Before seeking victory, plan for defeat first. When Wayne tore off his face, he threw part of himself on the ground, residing in Martia’s body and protecting her life at the last moment.

In the ensuing battle, he went all out, creating a spectacular scene, successfully deceiving Envy, and thus his main body was not sealed.

You can deceive for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Envy will soon discover that the sealed Pale Sea is nothing.

A mass of white froth derivative, it will rot into mud once it loses Wayne’s mental control.

Wayne wasn’t sure how long he could deceive, only knowing that in Hell, enemies surrounded him on all sides, and once his location was exposed, a horde of enemies would come clamoring.

Too many enemies, they would have to line up.

To be safe, he did not corrupt Martia, intending to get off halfway.

First, find the Demon Bat, figure out a way to seize some territory, then wander around the domains of Gluttony and Wrath to verify whether the mechanized armament intel is true.

How to send thoughts into the Mortal World, fetch Hexuno from Hell, these are matters for later, and they pose great trouble, rushing is useless.

What Wayne didn’t expect was that the bus directly reached the target. Although Martia took a long detour, she got closer and closer to the Demon Bat, and he didn’t need to do anything, just sit peacefully on the bus.

Moreover, attempts to contact the Demon Bat several times yielded no clear response.

The Demon Bat’s situation was dire, the specific situation was unclear to Wayne, he only knew that the other was stuck in the mire, with more than one seal.

No way up to heaven and no door into the earth, they wouldn’t know where to run even if they wanted to.

That’s just too miserable!

After all, it’s still a child!

Thinking that the Demon Bat is his own avatar, Wayne couldn’t help feeling infuriated, having always been invincible in business ventures; he had never suffered such a big loss, and he was determined to revenge fiercely.

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The Seventh Abyss, Paradise Lost.

The environment of the Abyss was extremely similar to Hell, or rather, the Abyss was a harsher survival environment of Hell.

The sky here was always a layer of ink, the stars devoured by invisible forces, rolling black clouds heavy as lead, always drifting down as ash like snowflakes.

Black Mountain Range stretched across the land, interspersed with black rivers and muddy lakes; plains were rare, and there were endless sinister and desolate lands.

After the Seven Demon Lords came, the situation in the Abyss improved somewhat.

They transformed the Abyss into the shapes they liked, split from bottom to top into seven sections, with the Seventh Abyss, Paradise Lost, located at the Abyss’ entrance, and the First Abyss Heaven at the top.

Yes, Pride named the First Abyss Heaven and raised a group of Angels inside it.

According to the grapevine, an Envy Demon King who wished to remain anonymous claimed to have seen with their own eyes, Pride posing as Archangel Michael in Heaven, roleplaying with other Angels.

Because it was Envy being envious of Pride, his daily attacks and slandering of Pride were not worth believing, the Devils just chuckled and didn’t take it to heart.

Entering the Abyss entrance, which was the gate of Paradise Lost, a dazzling scene came into view.

The azure sky, the drifting pink heart-shaped clouds, the weather was filled with a sweet scent so sugary, the more one smells it, the more addictive it becomes, encouraging good deeds.

These enticing peculiar fragrances were pheromones from Succubi, effective on any life, be it humans, cats, dogs, even Angels and Devils not being exceptions.

In this Paradise Lost, Succubi were the main residents, with graceful figures, beauty far surpassing ordinary people, and skills honed to perfection, making passing Devils...

Uh, to put it plainly, no Devil just happens to pass by Paradise Lost, they’re there to seek pleasure.

Both host and guest thoroughly enjoy each other’s company, engaged in a two-way journey, without emotions, only lust.

Paradise Lost was filled with happiness, but at the end of happiness, there was no happiness left, only endless torment and torturous suffering.

Succubi were very tempting and very dangerous, without strong willpower, even long-established Devils would lose themselves here, becoming toys of the Succubi.

From high above, Paradise Lost’s overall structure was circular, divided into four fan-shaped districts, all pointing towards a towering black castle at the end.

That was the king’s city of the Succubi, the royal city of the Lord of Lust, being the leading card of Paradise Lost, meeting her was not easy.

Only by enduring hardships, overcoming numerous challenges, could one gain the favor of the Lord of Lust, becoming her evening guest of esteem.

Legend has it that only true heroes could step into this forbidden zone and engage in a thrilling contest with the Lord of Lust.

Failure in the challenge meant becoming a slave of the Lord of Lust, eternally wandering in the abyss of lust.

Challenge succeeded...

Being able to face off against the most beautiful woman in Hell, and suppress the Seven Demon Lords, was already the supreme honor, who needed any rewards beyond that.

If you want to fight, then fight; if not, then get lost. There are people waiting in line behind anyway; don’t you have any decency!

Martia, cloaked in a black robe, walked past one colorful shop after another, listening to songs of triumph and lament in her ears, passing through the outermost area.

Next, there were luxurious palatial mansions, with fewer pedestrians on the road, each with an extraordinary aura.

Those who understand, understand; those who don’t are certainly pretending; there’s no need to elaborate here.

Martia once furthered her studies in this area, gaining the recognition of the Lord of Lust with her excellent performance, promoting her to be the right-hand, bringing her along to witness various grand occasions.

Afterward, as Martia mastered her skills, the Lord of Lust granted her part of the territory, allowing her to fight for her future.

Rising from the ranks of defeated immigrants to reach the high position of a Demon King, surpassing ninety-nine percent of Hell’s Devils, Martia’s rise to power polished to perfection, could be considered an inspiring story.