Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 244 - 134: Each More Righteous Than the Last in Unorthodoxy_3

Chapter 244: Chapter 134: Each More Righteous Than the Last in Unorthodoxy_3

Renata!

Reinforcements have arrived.

The angel that descended upon Renata with a single strike overturned the Corpse Demon, brandishing the Holy Light Spear that was twice her height as she charged forth with flapping wings. The spear’s tip flashed instantly, severing the white wrist of the Corpse Demon that was clutching its flesh spear.

"Why did you take so long, was there a problem with the plan?"

Artley’s legs were numb, and with Gunther’s help, he struggled out of the deep pit to see the angel focusing all of the Holy Light’s power into the spear, aiming to eradicate the Corpse Demon in one fell swoop. He hastened to shout out.

"Don’t use the Holy Light, it’s a gluttonous Familiar, not an ordinary alchemical creature, it will devour the Holy Light as food!"

Too many words.

Artley was only halfway through his sentence when the angel’s mighty strike was already unleashed.

The radiance hit the Corpse Demon squarely, the Holy Light Array spread beneath its feet and a ten-meter wide pillar of light shot up into the sky, constructing a majestic Crucifix approximately a hundred meters high.

The Corpse Demon wailed pitifully in the light, calling for its mother in pain. With the prior successful attempt, it tried to devour the Holy Light to make itself stronger.

It was an instinct, and also a fine idea, showing that it was capable of thinking.

But success once did not guarantee a second victory, for the Holy Light imparted by the angel’s own hand, both in quality and quantity, overwhelmingly surpassed Artley’s Holy Light Magic.

The Corpse Demon managed to swallow only a mouthful before its belly’s red lips disintegrated and vanished, its huge body blurring under the impact of the Holy Light.

By the time the majestic Crucifix faded, the Corpse Demon was no more.

After unleashing her powerful move, Renata looked at Artley with confusion. It seemed he had been speaking to her just now, but she had not heard clearly. Could he repeat it?

Artley:

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he thought he heard a teammate chuckle with a ’giggle giggle giggle’.

Gunther remained expressionless, considering Artley’s dignity, with the corners of his mouth not turning up in the slightest. He nodded to Renata, encouraging the angel to press on deeper and search for the main body of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

At the same time, he and Artley whispered to each other, asking a few questions.

Mona stood cautiously to one side, her gaze sweeping around without finding a familiar bottom. Seizing the chance while the two leaders conversed, she said, "Archbishop, Captain, my master... I mean, Bruce, he just fell down too, fighting and then he was gone."

Gunther frowned slightly, more concerned about Mona’s mental state than about the mysterious Bruce. He said earnestly, "I did not organize this mission well. In a few days, I’ll issue you a letter of referral to go to Crimson Leaf Forest for psychological counseling; your current condition is somewhat improper."

Mona: "..."

What was improper? She felt quite good, actually. If it was about the way she addressed Bruce, it was simply a slip of the tongue, and she could switch back.

Upon hearing Gunther’s words, Artley became indignant, dissatisfied, he said, "If you truly find it improper, you may as well erase the thoughts in Mona’s mind rather than continue to impose seals, intending to lock onto Bruce’s location."

No, it might be useful to keep her as is.

Gunther glanced at Artley with a detached gaze: "I am the Archbishop, and I have my own plans."

Fine, fine, fine, you are the Archbishop, and I’m just an enforcer!

Artley closed his eyes in frustration, increasingly feeling powerful but powerless, almost at the age to step back from the front line. He would submit his application when he returned and change his position to a clerical staff member.

It’s just Archbishop, nothing so great, with his accumulated merits, he could attain it with his eyes closed.

While the few of them conversed, Renata once again unleashed her powerful move. The majestic Crucifix continued its output, the booming of the space never ceasing.

Without enemies, as they could not find the door to break in, they chose to demolish the wall with brute force.

The trembling spatial barrier grew increasingly weak, and a figure took advantage of the situation to come through, clutching a longbow, handsome and elegant, the very Liberty Mage, Obb.

"Master Obb, why are you alone, where are the other two?"

"They wiped out the avatar of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, suffered serious injuries, and cannot continue fighting; they have returned to recuperate," Obb replied indifferently.

Family scandals should not be publicized. Matters of the Liberty Mage Alliance are internal; no matter who is right or wrong, behind closed doors, everyone is on the same side.

Even if Planck and Borne were merely suspects, even if they truly had issues, Obb wouldn’t tell the people from Heavenly Father’s Court.

Gunther did not say anything; he accepted this explanation.

Boom!!!

The Spatial Fissure tore open, and under the angel’s relentless onslaught, the wall collapsed, and the gateway to the final level slowly opened before everyone’s eyes.

Lava, sulfur, a scorching aura rushed at them.

"Is this..."

"Hell?"