Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 525 - 228: Young Man, Do You Want to Become a Naturalist Knight?_3

Chapter 525: Chapter 228: Young Man, Do You Want to Become a Naturalist Knight?_3

As he spoke, he didn’t give his opponent time to react. Green magic power flowed into the ground, and roots and grass roots quickly grew, transforming into a myriad of vine tentacles that wrapped around the knight’s armor buried beneath.

With Wayne’s hand raised, a mound of earth swelled up, and clods of dirt flew away as the vines enshrouded the knight’s armor, lifting it from underground.

Just as the knight’s armor seemed captured, an anomaly occurred once more. Green fluorescence emanated from the armor, and the tightly coiled vines drooped down limply, reversing their growth back into the soil.

The knight’s armor regained freedom, flipped in mid-air, and landed lightly atop a tombstone.

He weighed the Philosopher’s Stone in his hand, "Candidates, the examination process has been too smooth; I suspect you’ve cheated, so I’ve increased the difficulty a bit. You don’t have any objections, do you?"

"What examination? What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Wayne loudly rebuked the nonsensical talk coming from the other side, leaving behind an afterimage where he stood as his fist punched through the air, heading straight for the face armor of the knight.

So fast!

Gavin, concealed within the knight’s armor and also the investigator from the Dark Squad, erupted with magic power from his feet, soaring into the air as though teleporting.

His control over magic power was incredibly precise, nonchalant as if it were nothing, his posture elegant as if he were truly flying—not like Wayne who, relying on his immense magic power, favored brute force, wasteful in his approach.

"Young man, if you want to take from me..." Gavin stopped mid-sentence and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Wayne’s punch missed its mark, not hitting the target, and Veronica followed up, stepping onto Wayne’s shoulder to leap into the air.

Combo move!

Veronica’s arm covered with fine silver scales, her fist piercing through the air like a droplet falling into a tranquil lake, sending ripples spreading around, instantly bursting with a surging wind.

The air seemed like a calm, cold pond whipped up by a fierce wind, with wave patterns instantly rippling away.

A combination of brute force!

This time, Gavin didn’t dodge. He crossed his hands over his chest, ready to test the mettle of Dragon Blood.

Embarrassingly enough, as the Vice Commander of the Naturalist Knights Order, taking the field himself was a bit like bullying the small, but Wayne’s actions forced him to get involved. The ten-person investigation team had lost face for headquarters, bustling about for three days without making any significant headway.

What’s the difference between that and surrendering? Isn’t it shameful?

Boom!

Veronica’s punch came crashing down, shattering the gauntlets on Gavin’s arms, and the thin iron plates shot out like blades, grazing Veronica’s facial skin, sparking a series of sparks.

Such tremendous power!

No wonder it’s Dragon Blood. At the Silver Crucifix Stage, the Essence of Life is already this strong; what more at Gold, Legend?

Gavin was sent flying, lamenting in mid-air. He had seen Veronica’s file; she had only Dragon Blood, not the Goddess’s favor, which deeply disappointed him.

If Veronica had the Goddess’s favor like her mother, she would have certainly secured the selection.

Luckily, it was not a big problem. The Goddess’s favor is not innate. Veronica becoming the Holy Maiden is expected to naturally become a favorite of the Goddess. Dragon Blood plus Goddess’s favor, an all-rounder without any weaknesses in dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

Gavin gave Veronica full marks, looking forward to her future performance.

On the other side, Veronica stepped on the air, continuously bursting with magic power, catching up with Gavin in mid-air, her fists exploding through the air as her terrifying strength made it impossible for Gavin to maintain balance.

Without using Faith Magic, Gavin couldn’t stand a chance against Dragon Blood; he wasn’t particularly concerned, relying on his agile movements to dissipate the force and spar with Veronica.

Fighting while retreating, not seeking victory, only assessing the score.

Wayne watched from afar, puzzled that the actor’s strength was too great, clearly a top-tier star, beyond what the director team could afford to hire.

No need to think about it, this must be the investigator from the Dark Squad.

Finally showing yourself!

Seeing Gavin and Veronica sparring, Wayne followed relaxedly, picking up the fallen Philosopher’s Stone along the way, declaring the mission completely accomplished.

Four days to collect three Philosopher’s Stones, finishing eleven days ahead of schedule.

So tell me, Flora, where’s your beauty trap?

If you don’t knock on the door wearing stockings tonight, I’ll have to return to Lundan.

Boom!

A thunderous roar, the air exploded like thunder, the mist swelled and spread, whipping up a storm.

Gavin was violently blasted away, his body skimming across the ground like a stone skipping on water, breaking several trees along his path.

Veronica was stuck in the mire, her feet bound by tough vines, which, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape.

These vines were freakishly strange; not only did they siphon her magic power, but they also interfered with the flow of magic, repeatedly interrupting her thoughts and preventing her from freely casting Elemental Magic.

"Wayne!"

Veronica called out the name of her summoned creature, signaling it to stop watching and come help her quickly.

Wayne sauntered over to Veronica’s side, clasped his fingers to form a blade of wind that cut the vines, then pressed down on her shoulders and said, "Your turn is over; now it’s my turn."

As he spoke, he placed a Philosopher’s Stone in Veronica’s hand, took off his black suit, and undid the buttons at his cuffs and collar.

With each step, his stature rose; after three steps, a two-meter-tall Perfect Elf appeared before Veronica’s eyes.

=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞(ŐдŐ|||)

Veronica took in a sharp breath—such a beautiful elf, really tempting...

Ah, spit, what she meant to say was, what a bizarre transformation—since when could social trash turn into an elf?

That’s not supposed to happen!

Just like Philomena, Veronica found herself questioning her life, a bit terrified, doubting that Wayne’s bloodline had degenerated.

An Ancient God’s native appearance wasn’t ugly; it wasn’t even human. Veronica took a long time to convince herself and reluctantly accept Wayne’s setting.

Life with this could go on.

But then, Wayne fell from grace, became an elf.

It was a good thing, but what good is looking pretty? Veronica despised his complacency—she’d rather live with tentacles than accept Wayne’s current elf form.

"Such a terrifying talent; this child has mastered Divine Arts."

Gavin marveled again and again, giving a perfect score to the Perfect Elf before him, while lamenting Wayne’s talent and feeling pity for him.

The Church could never have a Saint Heir, not because it couldn’t, but because it had become a habit.

A Saint Heir or whatnot is too ahead of its version, headquarters can’t accept it, and the faithful are even less likely to.

He pushed up his face armor to reveal his true face, with a stubble-ridden, groggy look, pulled out a flask from behind him, took a hefty swig, and muttered, "It’s better not to become a Saint Heir; he can join the Naturalist Knights Order, but what are these youngsters nowadays? All brawn and no brains."

"Investigator sir, it’s my turn now; are you content just watching, or would you like to exchange a couple moves?" Seeing Gavin leaning lazily against the tree, drinking like a total wreck, Wayne frowned.

Such a slovenly investigator.

Also, can we continue, please? Being halfway through showing off and not finishing is really uncomfortable.

"No need; I’ve already given my rating. Both of you are excellent; strength and talent are first-class, without cheating, qualified enough to be candidates."

Gavin waved his hand dismissively, lifted his flask, and drank heartily, the liquor spilling through his beard, obliviously focusing his gaze on Wayne: "Young man, do you wish to become a Naturalist Knight?"

"Ah?!" x2