Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1389 - 458: He’s Eating the Whole Family Bucket_2

Chapter 1389: Chapter 458: He’s Eating the Whole Family Bucket_2

"It’s been hard on you all these years. I’ll grant you another territory, just stay by my side from now on."

"Master, serving you is Martia’s honor."

Martia knelt again, respectfully saying: "I’ve been undercover outside for many years, and I’ve gained a lot of the Devils’ trust. Leaving now wouldn’t benefit your interests, I ask you to reconsider."

"That’s unnecessary, the situation has changed. Staying by my side is more useful."

Lust was preoccupied with Wayne, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a task for you. Wayne is currently missing, secretly investigate in Paradise Lost to prevent him from sneaking in."

"Understood."

"Oh, I forgot to reward you."

Lust lifted the chain with a gentle pull, making Martia raise her head. Her enchanting eyes looking down caused Martia’s heart to flutter, and she quickly averted her gaze to avoid contact.

"Adorable!"

Lust smiled slightly, placed a cigarette in Martia’s mouth. The master and servant exchanged glances, and the atmosphere gradually turned enchanting.

Martia’s heart fluttered, reminiscing about the past, and the figure of the high and mighty Lord of the Succubi appeared before her.

Splash! x2

Two figures were thrown out of the pool, rolling on the ground, their fair skin flushed, seemingly lifeless.

Leon.

Mishuli.

The two Succubus ladies fought fiercely but could not prevail, faltering like Moma, and couldn’t get up for a while.

∑(Ő_Ő;)x2

The enchanting atmosphere was instantly dispelled.

Lust stood up, subconsciously stepped back half a step, a hint of fear in her eyes.

My master, are you seriously retreating half a step?

"Martia, go."

"Ah..."

"Hmm?!"

"Understood."

Martia internally rejected this task, and fighting the Octopus Bat would only trample on her self-esteem. After a moment of pleasure came endless emptiness and humiliation. If possible, she really didn’t want to go down.

The loyal Spider Queen was unwilling to disobey her master’s orders. She removed her robe, a chain collar on her neck, and stepped into the pool.

Simultaneously entering, was Wayne, hiding within her.

The pool surged with waves, a chaotic mess of noises.

Wayne seamlessly merged into the pale mist, burrowing into the Demon Bat’s body through a tentacle, taking over his Avatar like putting on a glove.

After 0.25 seconds of deep contemplation, he ignored and continued the chaotic mess.

It’s the Demon Bat entangled with the witch, not me!

Wayne thought, feeling much better.

Almost two years had passed, and the Demon Bat had evolved from a mature stage to a complete form, no longer that young lad.

Standing two and a half meters tall, entirely pale, a single vertical eye split open on the chest, extending from the chest to the abdomen a dark, inky black.

Besides these unique traits of Wayne, the Demon Bat’s other features were Hellish, or rather, influenced by the Altar of Pride, resembling the true form of Pride to some extent.

White chin, black lips, vampiric fangs, half a black keratin mask covering the eyes, born with six golden pupils. In terms of body and limbs, limbs slender, hands reaching past knees, bat wings growing from the back, and a long white tail with black spikes.

Very eerie, yet with a beauty of falling into Hell.

While Wayne controlled his Avatar to fight Martia, he cursed the Demon Bat: "Look at the mess you’ve made, look at yourself, what have you done, why didn’t you run?"

The Demon Bat’s intelligence is limited, or rather, his behavioral logic is driven by instinct. Without Wayne’s control, his thinking ability is limited, and his language skills are quite basic.

Not very smart, seemingly foolish.

Hearing Wayne’s scolding, he replied aggrievedly: "I wanted to run, but I couldn’t beat the Lord of Lust. I couldn’t even beat her succubus subordinates, what could I do? I’m very despairing too!"

He then spouted some thoughtful idioms, enduring humiliation, letting insults slide, swallowing grievances, and suffering in silence...

A mix of bitterness and tears, he’s having a terribly hard time.

"..."

Where the hell did you learn those idioms, who told you to use them like this?

If you don’t know how to use them, don’t use them carelessly!

"He~~tui!"

Wayne was fuming mad at the Demon Bat’s misuse of idioms, angrily said: "Is that despair? Is that being unable to fight back? You’re clearly lusting after their bodies, you lowly creature!"

"You’re not lowly, then let’s leave now."

"..."

"Speak up!"

"We can’t leave now, I might not be a match for Lust either. We need to find a way to distract her so I can escape." Wayne stammered.

Speaking of it, it’s helpless. He tried the prowess of the Seven Demon Lords. If the Demon Lords were as rumored, nearly equal in strength, he might escape Lust’s grasp, but there would be no peaceful days afterwards, facing the whole of Hell’s pursuit and capture.

If possible, Wayne hoped the Demon Bat would sacrifice a bit, trick Lust out of some territory. Once his territory expanded, whoever wanted to stay in this damned Hell could stay, Wayne wouldn’t care.

He said it himself, even the Lord of Lust wouldn’t have a say!

"Shameless, you’re double-standard." The Demon Bat snapped.

"I’m not double-standard, it’s tactical wisdom, temporary tolerance, avoiding the edge. With your intelligence, it’s hard for me to explain such profound reasoning." Wayne snorted coldly.

"Sounds nice, then don’t move!"

"You’re the one moving."

"You control me, so I move."

"Oh, when I control you, you move. When I don’t control you, weren’t you still moving? Is there any sense left?"

Wayne’s reunion with the Demon Bat wasn’t pleasant, with one chastising the Avatar for degrading itself, and the other claiming it was instinct. Wayne existed before the Demon Bat; the child’s derangement resulted from parental influence.