Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1387 - 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_4

Chapter 1387: Chapter 457 Demon Bat: Wayne, run quickly, go, don’t mind me_4

Light twisted, the space ahead suddenly dimmed, and Martia stopped in her tracks, staring fixedly forward.

"Outsider, the Demon King’s Hall is forbidden territory; this is not a place you should be."

Two red-haired succubi blocked the way, their figures seductive, looks charming, with a sly and provocative smile at the corner of their mouths, clearly having recognized Martia’s identity.

"Leon, Mishuli, it’s me." Martia pulled down the black hood, revealing her true face.

"Of course I know it’s you, traitor, Paradise Lost does not welcome you!"

The succubus named Leon spoke slowly, eyeing Martia maliciously, seemingly contemplating the possibility of locking her in a basement.

Mishuli also sneered repeatedly, waved her hand to produce a black steel fork, igniting hellfire, and stared firmly at Martia’s chest.

If you dare step forward, I’ll make you Three Stabs Six Holes, adding a few vents to your body.

Martia is the little sister of the Lord of Lust, loyal, and even after achieving some success, she never forgot the Lord of Lust who recognized, promoted, and fed her.

Few know, only she and the Lord of Lust.

Leon and Mishuli do not know Martia is on a mission, that she is ordered to lurk outside and relay information to the Lord of Lust at any time, considered the number one loyalist, they only know Martia is ungrateful, arrogant, betrays faith, and is an unforgivable traitor.

Before, Martia could bypass the Guard and directly meet the Lord of Lust, now she can’t, her powers have significantly dropped, to see the Lord of Lust, she must pass the Guard.

Fighting might win, and she could smoothly meet the Lord of Lust.

But in doing so, she can’t continue to hide her identity, not in line with the interests of Lust.

Martia was helpless, lowered her head and said: "You two, I know Paradise Lost does not welcome me, but I have something very important to see the Lord of Lust, please notify them."

"What’s so important, you can just tell us." Mishuli said coldly.

"What could be so important, just look at her miserable appearance, it’s obvious she was beaten outside, lost her domain, and came to seek refuge from the master."

Leon sneered repeatedly: "Ungrateful bastard, the Master will not see you, don’t even think about gaining her forgiveness!"

Martia’s face turned grim, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenching into fists, she did not reveal her undercover identity, once again bowed her head, humbly requesting the two rivals for notification.

She truly is loyal!

"You talk too much, the Master said she won’t see you, so she won’t. If you want to see her, it’s not impossible."

Leon grinned fiercely: "Go to the outer grounds, start from the lowest rank of Devils, when you climb here, you don’t even need us to notify, you’ll have enough qualifications to see the Master."

After all, Martia holds the title of Seventy-two Demon Lords, a big figure in Hell.

With her identity and status, serving the lowest rank of Devils is absolutely a humiliation and trampling on her dignity.

Martia took a deep breath, slowly turning to walk towards the outskirts.

At this moment, a voice reached the ears of the three.

The voice of the Lord of Lust, she wanted to see Martia, immediately, now.

Martia was greatly relieved, glared fiercely at Leon and Mishuli, although the two succubi were unconvinced, they did not dare to disobey the Lord of Lust’s commands, each coldly snorted and took Martia towards the Demon King’s Palace.

To show her disdain for a traitor, Leon waved a black chain, fastening it to Martia’s neck.

"Come on, it’s been years since you came, you might not recognize the way, this way please."

"..."

Martia did not resist, noted the humiliation in her heart, secretly vowing someday to make Leon and Mishuli pay the price.

Mishuli waved her hand, dissolving the Demigod Domain, leading the way straight to the back door of the Demon King’s Palace.

Not the main door, too chaotic there, currently with demonstrations, noisy and not free at all.

The Lord of Lust is obsessed with bat tentacles, singing praises in adversity, but the formidable enemies have racial advantages, step by step forcing, unsuccessfully countered by surprise, repeatedly defeated, beaten to a cohesive demise.

As the Great Demon King in charge of Lust, the Lord of Lust is unwilling to admit defeat, repeatedly charging for victory, repeatedly collapsing in the trench of defeat.

Once petitioning on a public vehicle, now reduced to the Demon Bat’s sole voice, the Demon Bat decides whether to write right or draw lines.

On the contrary, the Lord of Lust lost control over time management, only seeing the Demon Bat, has no intention nor energy attending to those devils controlled by her.

The devils were greatly discontent, gathered at the gate to protest.

Dare to parade and demonstrate before the Demon King’s Palace are not ordinary characters, most originated from the Seventy-two Demon Lords, all devils of identity and status.

Not seeking Lust returns freedom, indulging in femininity they are willing, only seeking Lust to look at them once, give them a few minutes for detoxification, stop torturing them with love’s poison.

This kind of taste is truly agonizing.

Obviously, these devils truly understood the deep meaning of Paradise Lost, falling to desire, losing everything...

Yet they won’t change!

...

Wayne: (ꉺ)

What’s going on, is it an illusion, why am I getting closer to the Demon Bat?

Paradise Lost is Lust’s territory, the owner of the Demon King’s Hall can only be Lust...

No, this is wrong!

Wayne faintly felt something was wrong, guessed but unwilling to admit, sensed the Demon Bat’s position, telling the other not to panic, Master Wayne was at the gate, here to rescue him from the sea of misery.

Soon, very soon, the previously silent Demon Bat replied instantly this time.

"Wayne, run fast, you go, don’t worry about me!"

"Damn it, what are you doing in there!"