Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 545 - 235 My Sword Has Never Been Dull_2

Chapter 545: Chapter 235 My Sword Has Never Been Dull_2

Wayne’s perception hadn’t been tampered with; in his eyes, the energy around him fluctuated wildly as Juliet suddenly became frantic, moving haphazardly left and right.

Her black hair fluttered, turning into ghostly hands, releasing beams of dark energy.

The pure darkness was not Hell Power, but stemmed from the faith in the Dark Goddess; Wayne was unclear where Juliet had obtained this power but noticed that she was wide open, and her quivering white flesh was particularly conspicuous.

The Shadowmare plunged downward, and its ashen tentacles entwined Juliet’s arms and neck, corroding her flesh and skin, corrupting the beauty’s upper body into a sludge.

A muffled roar emanated from the spider’s abdomen below, likely at the chest area connected to the beauty’s upper body, as it suddenly gaped wide open, its fangs spewing venom, showering Wayne from head to toe.

The effect was mediocre, as the venom was neutralized by the Death Essence, unable to melt Wayne’s flesh.

It was useless even if it touched him, as his body had no flesh.

Wayne wiped the spoiled venom off his face, let out a cackling laugh, jumped onto the upper body of the spider, wielded his long sword upside-down, and plunged it down into Juliet, injecting her with Death Essence.

It wasn’t easy to kill Familiars; they were almost indestructible, and only by slowly erasing their thoughts could one completely kill them.

Celeste, who was watching from the sidelines, observed this scene and suspected that the Death Knight was going easy on her but then thought that the Death Knight was clearly on guard against him.

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"Roar, roar, roar————"

An anomaly erupted in the arena; Juliet’s upper body was cleaved in half and, restricted by the Death Essence, could not regenerate. Her lower body suddenly swelled up, and the festering maw opened wide, spewing venom-laden spider silk.

Wayne swung the Shadowmare, easily cutting through the spider silk and corrupting it; the next second, he felt a massive suction force and found his body moving uncontrollably, slowly towards Juliet.

The half-spider’s eight legs were delicate, and as it grew to a height of fifteen meters, with its abdomen blooming in crimson, Hell Power supplanted the darkness, and a new, naked upper body formed.

The black-haired beauty stretched her arms, her flowing hair elegant, embracing the Death Knight with her massive evil.

Behind this body, Wayne saw a shadow, a spider-beauty that resembled Juliet in appearance, with enchanting purple pupils, leading him to deduce that she was Juliet’s mistress—the Abyssal Spider Queen, Martia.

"Divine Arts, huh?"

Wayne held his sword with one hand, did not resist, and let the fierce wind sweep him away into Juliet’s gaping maw.

Heat, boiling, twisting.

This was a world filled with the stench of sulfur, akin to a furnace, where every breath felt like inhaling flames.

Wayne needed no breath; Death Essence swirled around him, instantly cooling him down.

Looking around, at the center of this parched world, he spotted an Inverted Pentagram magic array, rippling with red light like glittering water.

Wayne, holding his long sword, stood above the Magic Array, thrusting the sword’s tip directly downwards, and the Deathly Tentacles burrowed in, collapsing the parched world and also obliterating Juliet’s thoughts.

A scream tore through the sky as beauty after beauty emerged from the ground; they seemed to grow within the spider’s stomach, clawing and whispering low, either attempting to beguile or uttering incomprehensible phrases, trying to corrupt Wayne’s thoughts.

If it weren’t for the Vest System, he might sit down and chat with his sister for a while.

Wayne ignored Juliet’s disturbance; her vocabulary was too poor, not only failing to drive him mad but the more he listened, the clearer his mind became.

Juliet realized her efforts were futile; the beauties merged with the ground and disappeared, replaced by a pair of slowly opening white arms.

The gigantic beauty occupied half the space of the parched world, with purple hair, eyes, even the lips and the indescribable bulges were purple.

Wayne uttered a light sigh, increased the output of the Death Essence, and turned to look.

It was not Juliet but the thoughts of Martia residing within her.

Using one’s Familiar as a container...

Was that a standard practice in Hell?

Wayne noted that he had learned something new; devils, one more life-saving than the next, one more cunning than the next, and if he encountered them in the future, he would make sure to eradicate them entirely or they would keep coming back like weeds that are never fully uprooted.

"Would the newly born Death Knight be interested in a collaboration with me?"

Martia’s thoughts rang out slowly, "You are not the true God-chosen of the Goddess of Death; you have only temporarily obtained this power. Collaborate with me, and you will gain a power that surpasses the God-chosen Knight."

A power that surpasses the God-chosen Knight—what could that be, the power of a dragon?

Wayne thought of Hefei—a punch for every Austin—and then of Veronica, who frequently mounted him; the confirmation that above the God-chosen lay the Dragon Blood was clear.

Seeing that the Death Knight was unmoved, Martia continued, "The Windsor Royal Family possesses Divine Blood and also the ability to stimulate Divine Blood. This power can be stripped away and shared. Collaborate with me, and you can have this power."

"You’ve been talking for so long, but what is the power, exactly?" Wayne expressed his interest.

All along, he had felt that the Royal Family was too weak; they seemed to have many cards to play but actually had little use, relying on faith to suppress faith, playing a balancing act that limited the Heavenly Father’s Court.

Hearing Martia, there might be at least one card in the Royal Family’s hand that could take the initiative.

Curious.

"This power exists in Lundan, appearing every time night falls..."

Martia’s words broke off midway—the next part was premium content, and the Death Knight would have to collaborate with her to learn more.

"What do you want?" Wayne kept feeding in the Death Essence.

"Spare Juliet; she will spread faith for me among the mortals."

"Heh, although I have no head, I’m not without thought; if your purpose is to spread faith, Juliet would have been doing it already, no need to entangle with the Prince for so long..."