Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 157 - 102: Smash the Cup as the Signal, Ambush 500 Gatling Gunners_2

Chapter 157: Chapter 102: Smash the Cup as the Signal, Ambush 500 Gatling Gunners_2

Veronica was polite yet distant towards strangers, embodying the traits of an aloof young lady, revealing her true self only in the presence of her own people.

Her way of showing fondness was also very straightforward, involving physical interaction.

It was less about her being clear on love and hate, and more about her extreme possessiveness: if it wasn’t hers, she wouldn’t even glance at it; if it was, it must remain hers.

Her views on love were even simpler: why talk about dating when you have the ability to get married!

She considered Wayne utterly unreliable, a complete societal trash, certain that if they were to marry, he would eventually cheat on both Velia and possibly the senior as well.

Forget the Dragon Blood!

Eventually, she awkwardly accepted it, to prevent Wayne from getting the wrong idea, declaring, "This is the treasure you found; I’ll keep it safe for you for now. Once back in Lundan, Mother may have another way."

Veronica’s thought was simple: leave it to Hefei, who might help Wayne infuse the Dragon Blood.

Not bad, a stronger Wayne would feel even better to fight against, unlike Mister Lando, that time when mother was hitting him...

Wait, why am I thinking about this?

Veronica’s mind was in turmoil as she collected the Dragon Blood, and an anomaly erupted the moment she approached it, her heartbeat racing wildly.

Her bloodline from a distance ignited the Dragon Blood, causing spontaneous combustion; flames transformed into a dragon’s claw that captured her, using the external Dragon Blood’s heat to refine her internal Dragon Bloodline.

This process differed from Evil God’s manipulation of maid’s bodies through Dragon Blood mutation; for most Mages, this process was known as evolution.

Bathed in intense flames, unable to move, with her clothes burned away by the fierce fire, Veronica could not speak, not even move a finger, and could only watch Wayne as he watched her helplessly.

"Veronica, are you alright?"

Wayne stopped in his tracks as the change was too sudden, leaving no time to react. At first, it really startled him.

Now, well...

Wayne looked straight ahead, adopting an air of innocence; the occurrence was accidental, and he had not intended for it to happen this way.

Moreover, he had just gained a considerable amount of favor from the female student, and now the student had returned the favor twofold, a mutual understanding running deep between them.

Pervert, why are you staring with such big eyes!

Veronica glared at Wayne, wishing she could punch the pervert to death. Wayne, seeing her embarrassment, squinted in accordance with her feelings.

A moment later, Wayne had an epiphany; he looked at his palm intensely.

With a reference to reality, he understood!

The delicate and elastic touch belonged to Chrissy, certainly not Veronica or Velia; and rightly so, only the senior could take on such a big scene.

Velia was a bit off, and Veronica far more so; the two still needed support, potential yet to be realized, in need of guidance.

"How does it feel, why aren’t you speaking?"

"If it hurts, blink."

Wayne tried to approach the fire, the heat being unbearable, temperatures no human could withstand, frowning as he inquired about Veronica’s condition, instructing her to blink if she felt discomfort.

Veronica blinked furiously, signaling Wayne to get away quickly.

"Don’t worry, your situation is a bit complicated, I have a few more questions, otherwise I won’t be at ease."

The two communicated through blinking, as Wayne repeatedly assured himself of her well-being, even her comfort, before reluctantly turning and leaving.

It was time to claim his reward.

Before leaving, Wayne planted some greenery around to shield the bashful girl’s body, considering it’s a girl after all, who would be embarrassed without anything to cover her.

If a pervert saw everything, where would she turn for reason!

"Relax, my eyes are connected to these plants; I’ll keep watching over here. With me here, nobody will be able to break in," Wayne gestured to his eyes and then to Veronica, indicating she could trust him at any time.

Go to hell!

Go to hell!!

Go to hell!!!

Veronica glared furiously, vowing that once she could move, she would kill the societal trash, as well as those damned trees; all should take their eyes off her.

Twenty meters away, a knight in armor held a stick, imparting the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique to Velia.

This was Velia’s own request; she was serious and aspired to become a dragon-slaying heroine.

The Valkyrie found Velia extremely appealing, and had the Goddess not chosen Wayne, she would have passed on everything to Velia.

Even now, it was good.

The heir lacked a bit of knightly spirit, justice that was rather subtle, just in case, the Valkyrie didn’t put all her eggs in one basket and took both hands to lead, incidentally including Velia.

One willing to give, another willing to learn, the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique now had a lineage.

So you do put in effort after all; I always thought you were just a salted fish...

Wayne was puzzled, knowing that without a market there’s no killing; the God-chosen Continent lacked even a single dragon, so why was Velia so obsessed with dragon-slaying?

Was it because Veronica bullied her too much, and she wanted to learn the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique for revenge?

That didn’t seem right either; it was always Velia who provoked the fight, and she wouldn’t get hit if she just kept her mouth shut.

Nevertheless, Wayne was also obsessed with the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique; he had learned superb knight training from Yuliya, showing off one hundred and eight riding techniques on the back of an Undead Warhorse, but his swordsmanship had not progressed, mastering only some simple charges and slashes.

Good enough for battling minions, but facing formidable opponents...

The Dark Knight!

The image of the Dark Knight surfaced in Wayne’s mind, the formidable enemy of Lundan’s Life Alliance, and the most dreadful adversary of the Naturalism Church. As the Regional High Priest, his teacher had always held special apprehensions about the Dark Knight.