Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 237 - 132: If You are Well, That’s Unbearable_2

Chapter 237: Chapter 132: If You are Well, That’s Unbearable_2

The flowing glow was indeed fake, but the fact it shined meant energy existed. The Thousand-Eyed Demon would not go to such lengths to move its territory from Hell to the human realm just for some minor nuisance like light pollution. Better avoid it if possible.

After a few high jumps, Wayne took a substantial lead and gradually disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Then, ten seconds later, he dashed back even faster than he had left.

"Why have you come back?" Mona exclaimed in surprise.

"Some tougher ones are coming from that way. This route is blocked." Wayne passed Mona and veered into another alley, resuming his frantic run.

In three to five seconds, he turned back again.

No way out, enemies surrounded them from all sides.

Wayne’s sense of smell and vision far exceeded those of a normal person, and even the heightened perception of a Mage was no match for him. The twenty members of the Tactical Squad were initially confused, but they quickly spotted the so-called enemies.

Magical Beings!

Their bodies were ghastly pale like the dead, their heads covered with black keratin, revealing four glowing red eyes. Their legs were slender, shoulders and arms robust, and claws hanging to the ground; their jumping ability was astounding, as they landed in front of the squad.

Several other Magical Beings followed closely behind, some with six eyes, others with four arms, but all shared the same deathly pallor and a pair of comically short legs.

More and more Magical Beings approached, and the members of the Tactical Squad tested them with Holy Light Magic, discovering a fundamental difference between these beings and the gluttonous Familiars. Holy Light Magic could inflict damage, so they began to hunt in pairs and trios.

Meanwhile, Wayne heard a thunderous boom from behind. Not wanting to be accidentally injured by Artley’s unleashed power, he flung four Blood Crystal Flying Daggers, drawing the ire of one of the Magical Beings, engaging in a closely-matched fight.

Not a penny in his pocket, what was there to fight for!

He did not believe that the Holy See had only dispatched the Tactical Squad. There were experts nearby, and the best proof was that the Thousand-Eyed Demon had not shown itself.

Dare a bit further, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon would be cornered by a dozen Legendary Mages, trembling with fear and unable to seek death, stripped even of its underpants.

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Windsor Library.

The blazing sun scorched the earth, the temperature outside was extremely high, and a suffocating heat permeated the air, with only the shade of trees offering some coolness.

In the special collections area, Millipedes crawled along the walls to the top floor and reassembled into the figure of the Thousand-Eyed Demon clad in a Black Robe.

He closed his eyes to sense his surroundings and quickly found the Magic Array set by Bruce, drawn with the blood of bats, symbolizing Pride, and perfectly completed the task he had assigned.

Among several lackeys, Sigma died prematurely, Jeliff was not up to much, but Bruce never disappointed him.

What a pity, such a good hound, unable to overcome the trial of beauty, became a captive of the Holy See.

"Just wait, I will rescue you and make you my Familiar in the human realm!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon murmured, then turned his head to the side and snorted, "Come out, the magical capabilities of the Golden Mage are insufficient to remain invisible in my sight."

The light shifted, and two figures in the Holy See’s white robes emerged, one tall and one short.

The beardless middle-aged man was Archbishop Gunther of St. Paul Cathedral, the highest authority of the Heavenly Father’s Court in Windsor, and the architect of this mission to encircle the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Accompanying him was a young girl with two golden ponytails and clear eyes, curiously sizing up the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Innocent and naive (✓)

Doesn’t seem very smart (✓)

Both are correct.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen, with baby fat still on her face, long fluttering eyelashes, and a pretty, cute countenance, definitely what some LSPs would call a promising young girl.

Of course, to other deviants, a girl of such tender age without much charm has no alchemic value, as she was already past her prime.

"You must be Archbishop Gunther, right?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon glanced warily at the girl: "I’m curious, my plan was flawless, yet you guarded my only path. Where did you get your information?"

"All the information is in the books."

Gunther didn’t have the habit of sharing champagne and selling out his team. He waved his hand and pushed a Bible in front of him, "According to the scriptures, the Devil’s tricks are many, but the essence remains the same. First, a thought descends, then through an Inverted Pentagram Array, Hell’s Gates are opened, allowing the Devil to come into its domain, thus expanding its influence in the human realm. It’s easy to predict, isn’t it?"

This Bible was entirely made of Gold, coming from the Papal State, inscribed with the Angel’s Golden Rule, allowing communication with Heaven, a treasured tool relied upon by the Heavenly Father’s Court.

For a thousand years, the Heavenly Father’s Court had held unchallenged power at its peak, committing countless dishonorable acts, never overthrown even in the darkest of times, all thanks to this Conjure Spirit Art.

In other words, if they couldn’t win, they would call upon the Angels to descend.

The young girl beside Gunther was named Renata, possessing a Holy Spirit Physique just like the maid, Oga, that Wayne met on Dragonheart Island. Using the Golden Rule, Gunther could allow an Angel to descend upon Renata.

This process was extremely complex, with an exaggerated prelude. Therefore, if Gunther dared to appear in the open with Renata, it indicated that the Conjure Spirit Art was already complete.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was aware of this too. Looking at the Magic Array at his feet and then at Renata, who seemed short of intelligence, he sneered, "You’ve prepared well. As servants of the Angels on earth, you have repeatedly foiled our plans. You truly are experienced."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon harbored no doubts about Gunther’s words; the reality was just as he said. The Demons had too many incompetent allies.

The first batch that rushed to be reborn were simple and brute, relying on their strength and not bothering to think, and after a few cycles, humanity gradually learned how to drive away the Demons.