Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 723 - 289: The Final Battle Begins_4

Chapter 723: Chapter 289: The Final Battle Begins_4

And the disassembly and assembly brought her to experience fragmented agony.

Wayne did not understand these details, he just knew that Anastasia was terribly unlucky; her original body was repeatedly researched by him, and even after getting a new home, it was still subjected to his relentless studies.

Feeling pity for her, he resolved to make it up to her in the future.

At that moment, a screen of light illuminated in front of Anastasia.

Mula’s face appeared on the screen, and because of the angle, Mula could only see the back of Wayne’s head as he crouched between the legs of the Magic Mecha Doll.

Nonetheless, Mula was taken aback for a moment and cleared his throat with two light coughs.

"Mr. Mula, are we practicing swordsmanship today as well?" Wayne stood up, his desire unsated.

"Wayne, do not do something so disrespectful. Anastasia must not have told you that she can sense pain. When you disassembled her, it was as if you were dismembering her while she was still alive," Mula said with a stern face.

"What?!"

Sweat beaded on Wayne’s forehead as he hurriedly dove into his Black Robe, reattaching each part that he had removed, and repeatedly apologized to Anastasia.

"Lord Mula, is there anything you wish to instruct?" Anastasia asked.

"Uh, let’s talk about it later."

Mula raised his hand to his face; from his angle, Wayne was crawling under Anastasia’s skirt. He knew he was overthinking, but he still had to say something.

It was too bad!

Equally bad was Anastasia’s spiritual state, desiring liberation to the point of numbness, her heart was already dead.

After Wayne had finished reassembling her, he emerged from the Black Robe very sheepishly: "Sorry, I didn’t know at the start. It’s my fault; I should have asked."

"You two get to know each other better. I have nothing else. I just came to check on you."

Mula glanced at Anastasia with concern and said to Wayne, "Leo, Dreyne, and I are preparing to strike at the Projection Space. You don’t have much time left, so advance to become a Golden Mage as quickly as possible. When the time comes, don’t do anything superfluous; your task is to hold the fort, not to attack."

"I understand," Wayne replied solemnly.

When he had learned of the battle plan, he had guessed the intentions of the three Knights. The state of affairs at the Moonlight Church Headquarters and The Naturalism Church Headquarters was unpredictable, but Mula deserved better than what Naturalism Church Headquarters had to offer.

"Also, you now know about Anastasia’s situation. If possible, try not to let her be so bored..."

Mula felt regretful; as serious as he was, he did not know how to please the opposite sex. Dreyne had said that Wayne had a way with girls. Though Anastasia was the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church and a bit older, she was undoubtedly a girl.

Mula hoped that Wayne could make her happy during the time she had left, even a smile would be good.

"Rest assured, with me here, Her Holiness won’t be bored," Wayne accepted the task and affirmed he would complete it.

Mula nodded and turned to Anastasia: "I’m leaving Wayne in your hands. He’s still not mature enough and can be impulsive at times. Remember to keep him calm and avoid doing anything foolish at critical moments."

"Lord Mula, I assure you, he will survive."

That promise was mine too!

Wayne looked at the Magic Mecha Doll’s stiff face, his thoughts wandering as he sensed his amplifier of thought on the outskirts of The Sealed Land.

Yellow Clothes, tentacles, pallid, comely bodies...

Just waiting for the right moment to return to their rightful owner.

The screen of light dissipated, and Mula’s figure vanished, joining forces with Leo and Dreyne to delve deep into the belly of The Sealed Land, searching for the projection space’s fissures.

The body of Torgoguryr, which they had previously entered and divided when the seal was relatively stable and he was in a deep slumber, showing no resistance throughout.

Now it was different; every step had to be taken with utmost caution.

Moreover, the Projection Space had projected the realm of the Ancient God’s kindred, and it wasn’t just Torgoguryr there were other life forms.

Wayne resumed his study of the Magic Mecha Doll, this time being very gentle, occasionally cracking a couple of Frank jokes, trying to coax a smile from the beauty.

The effect was mediocre at best.

...

On this day, The Sealed Land thundered and trembled, an arcane and ancient whisper crept in like silk, wrapping around.

Passing through the endless void, piercing through layers of fog, it arrived at the ears of those who listened.

On the outskirts of The Sealed Land, those in Yellow Clothes restlessly shifted...

The decisive battle began!

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