Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 566 - 242 Clap Your Hands and Get Whatever You Want_2

Chapter 566: Chapter 242 Clap Your Hands and Get Whatever You Want_2

The difference in size between the two determined that their strength was not on the same level. Wayne could pierce the Giant Dragon’s scales with precise strikes, but when facing a bulldozer that was blatant and unreasonable, he could only sigh in resignation.

The next second, his hands fractured. He was pressed against the ground by the dragon’s snout, scraping and pushing forward as it rubbed against his chest.

Good news: this White Dragon was Veronica, who for the first time initiated a kiss with Wayne.

Bad news: Her enthusiasm was too much, and Wayne’s Elf Form couldn’t withstand it.

Boom!

Four thick vines shot up from the ground, their surging vitality casting a shimmering green light. The vines wrapped around the dragon’s neck, tightened below, and then swelled with life force, transforming into sturdy little arms.

The hand of nature broke through the soil, restraining the White Dragon which whined plaintively.

Wayne knelt on one knee, his hands restored by the life force with ease. He then clapped them together in front of his chest with force.

With a clap of his hands, what he wanted appeared!

Rumbling————

More and more vines drilled out from the ground, first forming strong little arms, then a whole arm, as the tendrils wove into muscle fibers, contracting and pulsating, they swung the hundred-meter-long Giant Dragon around and smashed it forward.

Head to head, back to back, three White Dragons were stacked on top of each other, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Boom!!

The ground caved in, creating an impact crater, as the rumble shook the earth.

A cloud of dust and ashes soared into the air, and sporadic flames leaped high, with visible shockwaves expanding outwards in white waves.

All three White Dragons wailed at the same time. Wayne, with his sharp eyes, saw that the White Dragon in his hands briefly regained some sanity, eyes flickering as it shook off the madness.

The physical "cool off" tactic was indeed effective.

Wayne tried to communicate with its mind but was rejected. He swung it up and smashed it down again.

As pitiful cries sounded and the ground vibrated repeatedly, Veronica’s eyes finally cleared up a bit.

"Wayne, you’re alive again?"

"Nonsense, when did I die? I told you it was all an illusion. Where’s your brain?"

It’s attached to you; otherwise, how could you be so smart?

Seeing Wayne’s fury, Veronica didn’t dare to retort loudly and quickly changed the subject, trying to regain the upper hand for the beating she just suffered.

"Now’s not the time to talk about this. When we get back, you can do as you please, but for now, let’s take them down."

Wayne took a deep breath and used the Naturalist Colossus Hand to toss Veronica into the air, then leapt, landing steadily on the back of the White Dragon.

Behind him, the surging Fire Element converged, forming weapons of various shapes and colors such as swords and spears.

Veronica had copied Megan’s Giant Dragon form; Wayne followed suit, creating the Dragon Knight form like his teacher Hefei.

Taming the Dragon Blood was not an easy feat, and Veronica, with the added weight of a trash can, physically and psychologically unwell, flipped in mid-air to place Wayne underneath her.

"Don’t be stubborn. This is a rare opportunity to get comfortable with the dragon’s body, which is very important for your path of evolution," Wayne, with Magic Power radiating from his feet, clung stubbornly to Veronica’s back.

Dragon Blood was sensitive to coaxing rather than coercion; the more stubborn you were, the more defiant it became, so it was essential to speak kindly.

Wayne’s dragon-taming skills had made some progress, and under the pretense of ’for your own good,’ he reluctantly reached an agreement with Veronica, briefly enjoying the thrill of being a Dragon Knight.

He had always wanted to ride like this!

Wayne secretly thrilled, masterfully handling the dragon to fend two against one, his strong Fire Elemental Affinity leaving the two opposing White Dragons at a loss while he called upon the obedient forces within the Field Card.

Instantly, the call for a total assault sounded, and the earth rolled with wave-like ripples as countless vines and root systems burst forth from the soil.

The Council Chamber.

The higher-ups watching the image of the Perfect Elf all remained silent.

The Great Prophet surveyed the room, satisfied, "Since no one objects, he’s mine."

"I object!"

Saina’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Wayne, almost drooling with eagerness, and declared fiercely, "Wayne is a student of my student. I only have one student, and my student only has one student. I won’t let you have him."

"What’s that to me? A vassal’s vassal is not my vassal. By the same token, your student’s student is not your student." The Great Prophet stubbornly countered, quoting a famous saying.

"Tubie, with Wayne’s talent, he certainly could become the Saint Heir, the first in the history of the Naturalism Church," Saina argued firmly.

It was only then she recalled, when Hefei had recommended two candidates, the emphasis was on Wayne’s talent, not Veronica’s Dragon Blood.

At that time, Saina didn’t care. As a possessor of Dragon Blood, she had always been arrogant and never concerned about talent.

Could any talent really surpass the potential of a Giant Dragon?

Now, it seemed entirely possible. Hefei hadn’t lied, Wayne’s talent was truly above Veronica’s.

"The Naturalism Church will never have a Saint Heir. How would the Goddess view this, how would the believers view it?"

The Great Prophet firmly refused to budge, laying the harsh reality before Saina. There could be a Saint Heir, but Saina did not have the power to break the rules. She should hand over Wayne to him, and they could still be friends in the future.

Otherwise, he would fabricate a Divine Decree on the spot, claiming Wayne for the Prophet Shrine, and since it would be done through due process, Saina wouldn’t get anything.

The two stared each other down, the Great Prophet pressing insistently, "You saw for yourself how in tune he is with nature, which proves he is born with a mission. He is the perfect successor as the Great Prophet, and I have waited many years, always waiting for him to appear."

"Nonsense, you already have two students, Vigil and Sercy, both one in a million talents who can communicate with nature," Saina named the Great Prophet’s candidates, telling the old fool not to be too greedy.

Not least, not to steal from the Giant Dragon’s bowl. She had waited forty years for Wayne, and he was dared to try to take him!