Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 774 - 304 Despicable and Shameless, Harboring Evil Intentions, Distorting Right and Wrong, Hypocritical and Mean

Chapter 774: Chapter 304 Despicable and Shameless, Harboring Evil Intentions, Distorting Right and Wrong, Hypocritical and Mean

West District Grand Cemetery.

The cemetery was shrouded in thick fog that silently streamed like the souls of the deceased, unwilling to leave their graves, and at times, it solidified as if time had stopped, concealing the tombstones, trees, and surrounding shadows.

The moonlight tonight was pale and weak, filtering through the sparse clouds, but it could not penetrate the thick fog of the cemetery, and the land of death was dim and gloomy. Occasionally, when the wind passed, an invisible hand would stir the fog, emitting long, mournful sighs like those of the dead.

The West District Grand Cemetery was the resting place of the Death Knight, a fact that was no secret in Lundan’s magic circles. Unless someone was a reclusive mage, most had heard of it to some extent.

Because of the Death Knight, the Grand Cemetery inevitably carried the essence of death. The grass and tree branches drooped listlessly, as if their vitality had been sapped away.

Now and then, the bizarre call of an owl disturbed the visitors who braved the night into this place, unsettling their hearts and minds.

Douglas moved through the mists on foot, coming alone tonight as he had no other choice. He would have preferred to bring someone along, such as Anastasia, the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church.

She had refused.

Her Holiness explained that although the Dark Church had a decent relationship with the Death Church, as a God-chosen Knight independent of the Church, she had no say in front of the Death Knight. To go or not made no difference.

She might as well have looked for the Dark Knight.

Her Holiness’s reasoning couldn’t be said to be full of holes, but it definitely didn’t hold water. With a little thought, Douglas understood the reason.

Anastasia was willing to cooperate with the Royal Family to develop the Dark Church and to combat the Life Alliance for the Church’s future. They were allies, not hired hands. Convincing the Death Knight was not an ally’s duty; that was for the Royal Family to worry about.

Anastasia: It’s best if you think that way.

Truth be told, Douglas felt somewhat anxious about going into the meeting alone, especially given the environment of the West District Grand Cemetery. The unknown fog intertwined life and death, creating an illusory and eerie space.

This was the domain of the Death Knight. Here, life and death were at the Death Knight’s command.

It was not pleasant to place the decision of life and death in someone else’s hands.

No wonder Anastasia was unwilling to come; this oppressive feeling was too disgusting.

As Douglas thought this, he heard the sound of wing flapping and felt a chill down his spine, as if a cool breeze rushed from his feet to his neck.

In a nearby tree sat a completely decayed Skeleton Bird with round eyes that flickered with ghostly fire.

An owl.

Corrupted by the essence of death, it had become an undead being.

Based on the intelligence in his hands, Douglas guessed this owl was the one that accompanied the Death Knight. Without a doubt, the thick fog enveloping the Grand Cemetery must also have come from the Death Knight’s beloved hound.

Regarding the Death Knight, the Royal Family had compiled a lot of information—the Dawn Detective Agency, law firms, and undead policemen who patrol the Themes River every night.

Before visiting the West District Grand Cemetery, Douglas had gone to the Dawn Detective Agency, found Ah Bo, and through him made contact with the Death Knight. That arrangement led to their meeting tonight.

Clip-clop!

Clip-clop! Clip-clop———

The sound of horse hooves suddenly arose. From within a shadowy portal, an agile Undead Warhorse stepped out.

The warhorse was equipped with a saddle and bridle, white bones wrapped in cold light, a mouth full of intermingled fangs, its head wreathed in black smoke, exhaling purple magical flames from its mouth and nose.

On the horse’s back hung a Knight’s Sword with a bone scabbard, and at the end of the hilt, a Ruby emitted a sinister crimson glow.

Douglas was dazzled by the red light, and a fierce longing surged in his heart.

The Death Knight’s sword Shadowmare, a Divine Artifact said to be bestowed by the Goddess of Death herself. If one could draw this sword, it meant receiving the Goddess of Death’s approval.

This sword symbolized Death’s supreme divine authority on earth!

Douglas craved power. As a Golden Mage, his mastery of magic was neither high nor low. Away from Lundan, he was considered a master, but in Lundan, he was nothing.

If I could possess this sword, the Tulip Family wouldn’t dare to oppose me in secret, and those bastards in the Magic Department would have to listen obediently. Never mind that damned Austin— even Sophia...

Douglas took a deep breath, suppressing his desire with his love for his wife. His aspiration wasn’t to rule Windsor alone but alongside the Queen, not to go further and become the King.

The fog ahead gradually thinned.

The Undead Warhorse Yuliya came to a stop in front of an Unnamed Tombstone, pawing the ground and nuzzling the tombstone lightly.

Next to it was Ah Bo, who had introduced Douglas, placing one hand on his chest and bowing to greet his master.

An Undead Feral Hound emerged from the thick fog.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo———"

The owl, flapping its leaky wings, settled itself onto the saddle. As the Envoy of the Sun Goddess, Ah Xue had gotten used to its new identity.

Wayne was the Death Knight, the great enemy of the Sun Church, but also the heir to the Sun Knight, the next Sun Knight, God-chosen by the Goddess Herself.

The Death Knight could be equivalent to the Sun Knight...

It was incomprehensible, truly incomprehensible.

If that were the case, why not just lay it all out? Don’t the rat-eating owls taste good anymore?

Ah Xue was perplexed, but since it was the Goddess’s choice, what right did it have to criticize? As Valkyrie had said, the Goddess had chosen Wayne from the beginning.

First, the Goddess’s Envoy came to Wayne’s side, then the lady knight who taught the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique, and finally, he went off to the Icebound Continent to avert a crisis, completely gaining the Dawn Admonition’s recognition.