Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 485 - 215: How Many Secrets Is He Hiding? x2_2

Chapter 485: Chapter 215: How Many Secrets Is He Hiding? x2_2

The Giant Dragon vented its fury on the Void Spawn, shattering the magic barrier and plunging headfirst into the dark cavity at the tip of the Void Spawn.

...

Meanwhile.

In the study, two black heads stared at each other, even the not-very-bright golden head could tell, Megan and Hefei had been fooled, banished by the enemy to another space one after another.

Click!

The clock on the wall moved its minute hand, the time pointing to exactly seven o’clock in the evening, as the space around them suddenly twisted.

Without a word, Wayne grabbed Veronica, pulling her into his arms.

Austin, holding an Ancient Silver Coin, stepped forward and pressed on Wayne’s shoulder, begging to be taken with him, which the latter refused, kicking out persistently.

Wayne, "The teacher and Megan are fighting for the future of the family against the enemy, can’t you, as the head of the family, stand up for once?"

Austin, "Going separate ways is not a good idea; it only plays into the enemy’s tricks. Hefei and Megan were duped, I can’t be fooled again."

Wayne, "Get lost, don’t disturb me while I protect Veronica, she and I are the future of the family."

Austin, "I am the head of the family now, and my word is law."

Wayne used his elbow to brace against Austin’s neck, pushing him forcefully away, while Austin clutched at Wayne fiercely, his face contorted, stubbornly refusing to let go.

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Veronica rolled her eyes, seeing none of the Lando family’s men were reliable; not jumping out of the window earlier was her biggest mistake.

If possible, she would prefer not to be alone with these two trash bins.

Click!

The minute hand moved slowly, space stabilized, and the three returned to the study.

Wayne relaxed his elbow, Austin withdrew his hand, and they both straightened their disheveled hair without mentioning the scene that had just unfolded.

Veronica: (눈‸눈)

Which of you is my biological father? Tell me, am I really adopted?

Veronica pushed away Wayne, frowned, and reached for the family portrait on the desk. With a snap, she broke the desk in half.

The frame seemed welded to the desktop.

Not just that, all objects that could be moved, sofas, chairs, teacups, were now immobilized.

"It’s a spatial projection, be careful. The Magic Department has a variety of tricks, and we are not actually in Lando Manor," said Austin, having finished tidying himself up as the Ancient Silver Coin danced through his fingers like a fluttering butterfly.

He squinted at Wayne, "The enemy, no, the Devil intentionally lured Hefei and Megan away, which means the real target is in this room..."

"It’s not me, and it’s not Veronica, Wayne, it has to be you!"

Wayne had many secrets, some of which Austin knew, but not in great detail. While the situation was undoubtedly dire, it was also an opportunity.

"How could it be for me?"

Wayne was so frightened that he clung to Veronica, feeling a sudden surge in his heart and indeed seeing that there might be a possibility.

The Devil crossed the ocean from Paris aiming directly for the Death Knight, tried his hand, found he couldn’t win, laid low for a few days, looted treasures from the Magic Department, and made thorough preparations to challenge the Death Knight again.

Coincidentally, the Death Knight was in Lando Manor.

Unconsciously, Wayne broke out in a sweat; the logic was consistent and well-reasoned, and he found no argument to refute it.

So, his identity as the Death Knight was exposed!

That’s not right, he had hidden it so deeply; there was no reason for it to be...

I understand!

Wayne’s eyes narrowed sharply as he took a deep breath, realizing it was the Headless Knight, the Headless Knight had betrayed him.

The Devil had known from the beginning that Wayne was the Death Knight!

That damn bastard, just for playing with your sword and riding your horse, look at how petty you are, what’s wrong with Yuliya practicing outside, after all, it was all for your own good!

Wayne gritted his teeth in silent resentment against the Headless Knight’s broken promises.

Little did he know, Austin was observing every change in his expressions, and with a poker face, he said, "Wayne, why the Devil is looking for you is crucial. Spit it out quickly, otherwise, our whole family is in danger."

Wayne’s face changed drastically, willing to trust Veronica and even Austin, setting aside personal grievances, as Austin was someone he could trust.

But to reveal the identity of the Death Knight just like that...

"Wayne, I will protect you," assured Veronica, not pushing Wayne away and looking steadfastly into his eyes.

The candid declaration of affection made Wayne’s heart flutter, and he took a deep breath, "Alright, I indeed have hidden some secrets, so preposterous that I..."

Boom!

The wall shattered, and a shadow with twin wings drifted in slowly.

Who dares to spoil my plans?

Austin was furious, he was so close to uncovering the biggest secret of the bratty Wayne.

All three turned to look, and then simultaneously startled.

Several figures with pale faces, dressed in hospital gowns, staggered into the study, their swollen subcutaneous veins black, their eyes bloodshot, matched with their translucent, pale skin, and the ooze seeping from their pores, looking like zombies straight out of the coffin.

Still warm, very fresh.

They were not zombies, but their chaotic thoughts vibrated erratically, their faces showed a pilgrim’s devotion, while madness lurked in their bones.

The Forgotten!

Mages who had peered into the void and been tainted by the knowledge of the star realms.

Behind the seven or eight Forgotten, the true protagonist hovered in mid-air, with black wings unfurled, curved horns growing from their head, goat-like square pupils and reverse-jointed legs.

The newcomer was highly attractive, with deep alluring eyes, skin smooth and delicate as porcelain, golden wavy long hair cascading down, flaunting their provocativeness while just covering their shapely fullness.

Tall and well-proportioned, their curves utterly graceful, with a supple waist, and the downward lines firm and rounded.