Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 275 - 145: Obelisk_2

Chapter 275: Chapter 145: Obelisk_2

"No problem."

...

As the night grew darker, and the clouds obscured the waning stars, Silent Ridge was eerily still.

Wayne, who had changed into worker’s clothes, followed behind Mona into the mine. Along the way, he set several trigger traps to prepare for a possible onslaught by Death Church’s large forces.

Mona’s sense of direction was excellent. Following the guidance of the map, she led Wayne through the dimly lit tunnels.

She tried slowing down a few times, waiting for Wayne to take the lead, but each attempt failed. If she slowed down, Wayne slowed; if she sped up, Wayne sped up, firmly keeping her in front of him.

This was also very much like his master!

When they finished laying the electrical wires, darkness lay ahead. Mona rested for a moment, recovering part of her mental faculties. She couldn’t engage in intense combat, but handling lighting was not a problem.

(・・)

The flickering light left Wayne speechless for a moment. He took out the flashlight from his lower back and handed it over, "Save your magic power when you can. Keep your thoughts sharp and don’t always use a mage’s mindset to approach problems."

Mona took the flashlight, feeling like she was being reprimanded by Bruce for psychological reasons.

Happy~~~

She quickly shook her head to dispel the strange thoughts. Being too happy now was too casual; she was not a pervert. Once it’s confirmed that Wayne is Bruce, there will be plenty of opportunities to be happy.

Ahead, the path had collapsed in several places. Mona had clashed with Dunn a few times, who had shown up in pursuit. Her mental faculties were severely drained, and Dunn had completely depleted his magic power, which was why he had directly summoned divine power when facing Wayne.

Of course, it wasn’t the Goddess of Death’s divine power; otherwise, his body wouldn’t be able to bear it.

"I didn’t have time to explore the areas beyond; I blew up a tunnel to scare off the enemy," Mona said.

Wayne’s eyes twitched, impressed by Mona’s courage. She didn’t lack bravery, given her ample chest. If it were him, he certainly wouldn’t dare; if it collapsed, that would mean perishing together...

Well, hard to say; perhaps at that time, he indeed had the mindset of perishing together.

"I’ll look for it."

Wayne put a hand to the ground, planted a seed, and controlled vines to break through the soil, using the method of finding Mona to navigate forward.

His work trousers were tight, immediately drawing Mona’s stealthy glances. She estimated the size and concluded that it seemed a little smaller than Bruce’s behind.

If the size had also shrunk, it was natural to expect shrinkage in certain parts.

Mona inwardly groaned headache, based on this reasoning, even if she were to go through the over three million backsides in Lundan, she still wouldn’t be able to find her master.

It was very hard!

Wayne searched around, his vines extending to the various tunnels that branched out in every direction, sometimes twisting, sometimes meeting dead ends, barely clearing a blind spot.

"Let’s go, onto the next location."

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Outside the mine, nearly an hour had passed since Wayne and Mona had ventured deeper inside.

Clerk, following the map’s directions, found the rest of the mining area’s exits that Welsh and the others had destroyed. The collapses were severe, and he was so tired after barely clearing two passageways that he didn’t want to move anymore.

Exhausting both physical and magic power; had he known, he wouldn’t have come to Silent Ridge.

"!"

Suddenly, Clerk sensed the sound of a trap being triggered and huddled his breath while looking towards the distant mine entrance.

"They’re here already, and..."

There were many of them, unclear if it exceeded a hundred, but definitely over fifty.

"Hurry up, both of you, someone is coming!"

Clerk gritted his teeth and vanished into the dark night, cautiously making his way toward the mine entrance.

Though he didn’t verbally respond, his body was honest; he would block the Death Church’s advance within his capabilities, sharing some of the pressure for Wayne and Mona.

At the direction of the mine entrance, three trucks came to a noisy stop.

Nearly sixty people jumped off the crowded trucks, each wearing safety helmets and carrying flashlights. Inside the trucks, there were also green wooden crates filled with firearms.

The situation inside the mine was very complicated; it was impossible to bring in open flames, and the weapons were to set up caution lines, used to defend the mine’s entrance.

An elderly man in a black suit stood at the entrance of the mine, his body straight, leaning on a Walking Stick, his attire and hairstyle impeccable, and his black leather shoes shone brightly.

His features were authoritative, and his presence commanding; it was Dunn’s long-awaited Bishop Sebastian.

"I’m late. Dunn has returned to the Goddess’s embrace..."

Bishop Sebastian sniffed the air, the scent of blood leading his gaze to the nearby soil, his eyes darkening.

Although Wayne had attempted to bury the corpse, his method was crude—straightforward and rough, not enough to fool an old fox like Bishop Sebastian, who needed only one look to know that Dunn had died at the hands of a Naturalism Church Sorcerer.

Death and Naturalism were at odds. Adding new grudges to old ones, Bishop Sebastian gripped his Walking Stick, vowing to turn his adversaries into his own Skeleton Soldiers.

"Jin, have your men secure this place. Not even a mouse gets out. Set up the caution line and check the surroundings again, confirming all the mine’s entrances and exits."

"Oscar, Mana, the two of you come with me. Don’t show mercy to anyone we encounter."

Bishop Sebastian issued orders, his frowning gaze turned towards the men dozing off on either side of the entrance.

These were Welsh’s dogs, almost all dressed in police uniforms. The mayor’s rapacious policies kept the blood flowing to the Death Church, all thanks to their oppression of the townspeople.

They were the Death Church’s meritorious officials!

If not for their achievements, then for their hard work. They deserved a reward.

Without finding Welsh, Bishop Sebastian’s heart burnt with more fury, coldly commanding, "I won’t blame you for the failure, and I’m willing to give you a chance for vengeance..."

"With your own hands!"

He tapped the Walking Stick lightly on the ground, releasing a whiff of Death Essence that transformed into ashen arms enveloping Welsh’s dogs.