Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 156 - 102: Smash the Cup as the Signal, Ambush 500 Gatling Gunners

Chapter 156: Chapter 102: Smash the Cup as the Signal, Ambush 500 Gatling Gunners

The maid Oga returned to her normal appearance, standing at 1.6 meters, quite plain. Her maid outfit had torn apart during her transformation, and previously, she had scales attached that could cover her private areas, but now...

Things were just so-so, nothing extraordinary, which made Wayne pity her deeply.

Capitalists are so detestable, look how starved the child is, not even willing to spare a drop of milk, starving this generation isn’t enough, they even plan to starve the next one.

He randomly selected a passerby and took their coat to drape over the maid.

Looking around, everywhere there were people fast asleep, their sleep as innocent as babies’, a sight that filled him with envy.

The Knight’s Arrmor dissipated into specks of light, and after reassembling, it maintained a kneeling pose on one knee. The female Knight’s mind was trapped inside the armor. She thought she would be liberated, but that didn’t happen. Even though the Dragon Blood had been eradicated, she still couldn’t close her eyes.

That’s really frustrating!

On the bright side, she found a suitable heir and guided them to become the new Knight, making the Goddess’s grace towards her worthwhile.

Clang!

The Armor lifted the long sword and followed behind Wayne step by step.

Wayne wore even fewer clothes than the maid, especially out in broad daylight, and with an elegant big sister trailing behind his backside, he felt enormous shame within just a couple of steps. He carefully picked out a pair of trousers, promptly stripped them, and put them on himself.

The Knight’s Armor paused in its steps, bullying unarmed and innocent people wasn’t the spirit of a Knight.

"Child, what is your name?"

Huh, so you can talk!

Wayne looked at the ghost-like female Knight, curious about what she actually was now—an ethereal spirit, an Earthbound Spirit, or a spirit guardian big sister.

"Wayne. And your name, if I may ask?"

"..."

The female Knight pondered seriously and then shook her head after a while, her thinking capacity greatly diminished; she couldn’t remember her own name.

"Let’s call you Valkyrie then. When you remember your name, you can tell me."

Wayne shrugged, giving the female Knight a temporary title. Valkyrie, a female warrior deity clad in shining armor, fit the image in his heart.

The female Knight nodded, calmly accepting the nickname, and tried hard to remember her past, attempting to recall her true name.

"Wake up, the sun’s shining on your behind."

Wayne crouched beside Veronica, patting her face. Seeing her frown as if annoyed, he pinched her cheek a little.

"Hehehe..."

Nice touch.

The Knight’s Sword was handed from behind, reminding Wayne to watch his behavior; as Knights, they were to uphold the Knightly spirit in their words and actions.

"It’s just your subjective opinion. Veronica loves it when I pinch her face. She gets uncomfortable if I don’t do it a few times a day," Wayne whispered under his breath.

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August 22nd.

Two days had passed since the descent of the Evil God. In the afternoon of that day, the island’s residents woke up in a daze. They hadn’t caught the Ancient God’s candy, no one was lucky enough to understand everything, and conveniently, they forgot that segment of memory.

The music resumed, the dancing continued, everyone returned to their homes, and the next day, work went on as usual.

Some situations that couldn’t be explained by common sense, such as the disorder in front of Bart Manor or the collective disappearance of Bart Family members, were all attributed to an earthquake.

The Bart Family had made a deal with the Devil; all of their bloodline descendants on Dragonheart Island became sacrifices. With no one to speak for the family, the leaderless group was on the brink of collapse.

A detective named Kel temporarily steadied the situation, barely managing to secure the workers’ livelihood. What the future held for the Bart Family, whether they would change their name and start anew, was not something Kel could assist with. The fact he didn’t take advantage of the situation was already an indication of high moral standards.

Kel looked for the maid but found nothing, then searched for Wayne, but still no trace. He guessed that Wayne took the maid with him and was unwilling to meet him, and even knowing Wayne could be hiding in the underground sewer, he chose to leave Dragonheart Island.

Not a rush, they were both from Lundan, both listed under the White Glove Association; there would be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future.

The underground sewer.

The Elemental Evil Dragon had destroyed everything, turning the underground sewer network upside down. Intentionally or not, the Magic Array for Dragon Blood Reconstruct remained intact.

Dragon Blood was still settling, squeezing out the last bit of essence, producing just a few drops.

The size of a spit.

Wayne wanted the Dragon Blood, tried to merge it with himself, but under the vigilant watch of Valkyrie, he gave up the idea.

The concerned look from the female Knight was a side issue; if he could transform into a young man with Dragon Blood, Wayne wouldn’t care what she thought. After working hard to fight monsters, taking the reward was his right.

He gave up because of his constitution; his potential was higher than that of Dragon Blood, and merging with it ended in failure.

It was not simple for an ordinary person to assimilate Dragon Blood. One small misstep could result in being burnt to ashes by the scalding Dragon Blood. The Church had a ceremonial inheritance, the Evil God had Blood Magic, and Wayne harnessed The Book of Greed.

The Book of Greed: "Keep it away, wanting everything will only harm you; don’t be so greedy."

Wayne sighed regretfully, looking at the golden spit with no solution in sight. He called Veronica over, actively giving away his advantage.

Someone said, even a piece of toilet paper, a pair of underwear had their uses; something as precious as Dragon Blood couldn’t be more worthless than a piece of toilet paper.

Wayne refused to waste and began his strategy toward the female university student.

"You have Dragon Blood, and this is also Dragon Blood; it might come in handy. Veronica, I’m very happy that you came to Dragonheart Island, and I truly hope to be of help to you."

That earnest and serious gaze, as if what he offered was not Dragon Blood but an engagement ring, caused Veronica to fidget on the spot, entangled in hesitation for a long time without nodding her head.