Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 722 - 289 Decisive Battle Begins_3

Chapter 722: Chapter 289 Decisive Battle Begins_3

The Magic Mecha Doll possesses the power of the three God-chosen Knights of nature, the sun, and the moon, first to create balance and protect Anastasia’s consciousness, and second, at crucial moments, she could substitute for any one of the God-chosen Knights’ absence.

She truly does the work of five for the pay of one and happily accepts the company’s business trips and assignments.

She is outstanding, with an unparalleled sense of responsibility, no less than the three Knights of Mula.

Speaking from the perspective of a mere bystander, Wayne thought, if Anastasia wasn’t chosen by the Dark Goddess, then the Dark Goddess must be blind. Compared to her plastic sister Saina, Anastasia was practically a saint.

Wayne had made up his mind; he wanted all of Anastasia. He already possessed her body, and he would not overlook her mind.

Thinking about dying so easily? You’re a good person, so live!

Perhaps it was Wayne’s intense gaze that displeased Anastasia. She warned, "Mister Wayne, Saina must have told you something. She has gone mad. I will not, and I hope you understand that."

"To be honest, I don’t understand."

"I’m not like Saina!"

"..."

Hopefully!

Wayne sighed. This was exactly the dilemma that troubled him. He wanted Anastasia to live, but he feared she would fall from grace.

"Mister Wayne, as long as you understand, that’s good enough," Anastasia said, drawing a line under the topic, then she continued, "The three Knight Lords are preparing to assault the land of the Ancient God’s Kin behind the seal, separating the Projection Space from the Icebound Continent. It would be best if they succeed, but if they cannot, they must disrupt Torgoguryr’s awakening rhythm, causing it to fall into a deep slumber once again."

"Mister Mula has explained these strategic intentions," Wayne replied.

When Mula spoke of this, Wayne had asked why three God-chosen Knights dared to charge ahead against an enemy that had required the combined efforts of five Goddesses to seal. The answer he got was very straightforward.

First off, Torgoguryr was still within the seal, not only imprisoned but dismembered, with many bodies moved to other places.

Second, the five Goddesses were not unable to kill Torgoguryr, rather they feared attracting the attention of the Ancient Gods, thus they opted for sealing it.

Any of the Goddesses had the power to expel Torgoguryr but none wanted to be the first to act, so they decided to all take action together.

The last sentence wasn’t the exact words of Mula; Wayne translated it, stripping away the praises and florid language, but the essence remained the same.

The Goddesses fear the Tentacle Monster!

Anastasia continued, "Although I have learned the Death God Technique, I am not a Death Knight and cannot use the power of Death to suppress this place. When the crucial moment arrives, you’ll need to take over my body."

Back in the day, when the Headless Knight still had his wits, he left a vast amount of Death Essence to guard the seal, but over time, only a limited amount persisted in this place.

Anastasia could harness the Death Essence through Divine Arts but couldn’t create it; it was only a first line of defense. When the Death Essence faded, Wayne, as the chosen of all three deities, would have to control the Knight’s power within her body to maintain the seal effectively.

Seek not to make a contribution, but rather to defend.

"Mister Mula mentioned all of this, but I had a question he didn’t answer," said Wayne, furrowing his brow. "Your Holiness, if I use the three kinds of Divine Power within your body and you lose balance, what will happen to you?"

"My consciousness will disperse due to the imbalance, and I will soon die," Anastasia replied without sorrow. "Don’t worry, ’soon’ is relative to my long wait. I can hold on for at least half a month, which is enough to assist you in completing the defense."

"Half a month is such a long time; it will be painful for you. Can you really endure it?"

"Yes, as long as I persevere to the end, I will be set free."

"..."

Wayne shook his head repeatedly, casting away his last reservation. He was determined to keep this person alive.

"Mister Wayne, the Knight Lords didn’t leave us much time. Please familiarize yourself with my body quickly. It’s necessary," Anastasia said, opening her Black Robe.

Within the porcelain white shell, three Magic Stones of different colors shone brightly, embedded into the chest of the Magic Mecha Doll in an equilateral triangle formation.

These three Magic Stones were crucial, instantly drawing Wayne’s attention. He stepped forward and said, "The outer shell is the seal that blocks my sense of the Knight’s power. So, when I want to use it, I just need to open you up, right?"

Anastasia did not respond, having some attachment to the body she had used for sixteen years.

It was then Wayne realized his insensitivity: "Sorry, I’ve always regarded you as a normal human, thinking that this body is just your Magical Prosthesis. I won’t be so disrespectful next time."

Seeing Anastasia was silent, Wayne rubbed his hands and said, "If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a closer look, no offense meant. I can’t resist the lure of Magic."

Times had changed, the Magic Handgun was no longer novel, only fitting for the era, but the Magic Mecha Doll was the epitome of a magical and technological breakthrough of its time.

True to Alchemy, always leading the forefront of the era.

Anastasia allowed Wayne’s request, standing still to let him tinker. Wayne carefully disassembled and reassembled her, like he had received a life-sized action figure, his eyes sparkling with human interest.

Anastasia left something unsaid; the Magic Mecha Doll had the concept of touch, though the signals were artificial and not real. However, after sixteen years of cohabitation, she had grown accustomed to translating these signals into cognitive sensations.

In other words, every time Wayne touched her, she could feel it and, depending on the complexion, her consciousness would respond differently.