Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 801 - 310: Instant Kill_4

Chapter 801: Chapter 310: Instant Kill_4

As the sword rose, a pale head flew high into the air.

Before it touched the ground, the head along with the headless corpse began to rot.

The pale flesh, coming from The Void, landed on the Death Knight’s black armor and slowly squirmed, attempting to proliferate and thus corrupt the Death Knight’s body and mind.

Death was so tranquil that the flesh of Void lifeforms could not disturb this eternity; on the contrary, symbolizing the end of life, it seemed like a time accelerator brought this flesh to the endpoint of life.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Wayne pulled myriad mysterious figures from every corner of space, Shadowmare raised its descent, the heart stopped but the hands did not, killing a rolling head.

In a short while, Wayne achieved a hundred kills, he held no interest in meaningless slaughter, his eye sockets pulsed with white light, searching for the true hiding place of the mysterious figures.

Soon, Wayne made a breakthrough, the pulsing white light tightly locked onto a piece of spatial location, a powerful thought burst forth from his body, formed into a hair-thin line, and made contact with the mysterious figure through the space.

"Found you!"

Hearing the Death Knight’s hollow and fierce voice, the mysterious figure was greatly shocked. He had made a detailed assessment of the Death Knight, who shouldn’t have threatened him in such a short time.

Perhaps he dared not touch the Death Aura, but it wouldn’t be so easy for the Death Knight to duel him face-to-face. How had he suddenly become so powerful?

Accustomed to caution, the mysterious person, when in doubt, opened up another layer of space.

Just as he turned, a dark portal opened, the Death Knight raised his Knight’s Sword high, and the Undead Warhorse reared, spewing Purple Magic Flame, arriving behind him.

A cold, ghostly sword light fell, the snow-white blade touched the back of the mysterious man’s neck, the Death Aura preceding it, corroding the flesh of the mysterious figure, and before the blade even fell, only a section of spinal column remained of the mysterious person’s neck.

Swish!

A head hit the ground.

But unlike before, the fallen head did not immediately rot.

A massive Hell aura surged forth, unable to confront the Death Aura directly, it opted for a sidestep maneuver, the mysterious person peeled off half of his head, rescuing his thoughts and leaving.

The remaining half of the brain and the headless body were corroded by the Death Aura, turning into ashes that dissipated without trace, leaving not even cremains.

Everything below the heavenly spirit was annihilated!

Flesh proliferated, white bones were remolded, and the bare form of a Hell lifeform was revealed.

Very similar to the transformed form of Douglas’s Familiar, sickly pale all over as if a body soaked in formalin, with black lips, nails, and keratinous Face Armor covering half of his face, bearing fangs and Bat Wings like those of a bat.

"Bat..."

"Are you a Familiar of Lord Pride?"

The Undead Warhorse shattered layers of spatial barriers, faced with spatial ropes and antler barriers constructed from space itself, it forcefully created a path with its own teleportation ability.

The mysterious figure, still apprehensive, touched his still somewhat chilly neck, the six eyeballs on his Face Armor stared fixedly at the Death Knight: "I am the Envoy of the Lord Pride in the Mortal World, Death Knight. Who are you waiting for in Lundan, why not go to the Paris Underground Great Tomb?"

Hearing the words of the mysterious figure, Wayne speculated that he might know something. Worried that speaking too much would reveal too much, he adopted the persona of very few words typical of Death Knights, and rode the Undead Warhorse charging forward.

The mysterious figure spread his Bat Wings, and from thin air, he withdrew two pitch-black fine swords, his pale skin gaining a metallic sheen as if donning leather.

The two fine swords crossed, holding off the mighty strike of the Shadowmare.

Wayne was surprised as he observed the opponent; the Death Aura couldn’t corrode his flesh—perhaps it was space, or some other ability, that pushed the Death Aura aside.

No, it hadn’t completely blocked it; the Death Aura had indeed taken effect.

The mysterious person had complex spatial torrents adhering to his body surface, which diverted some of the Death Aura, the rest resisted by his own astonishing regenerative capabilities.

The speed at which his skin grew was astonishing.

Can it really be played this way?

Wayne clicked his tongue in amazement; so thick-skinned really isn’t afraid of death, adding yet another useless posture.

The mysterious figure cackled weirdly: "The laws of Death are not invincible, at least your Shadowmare in hand is not invincible. Leave, you’re not my target."

"But you are mine!"

Wayne gripped his Knight’s Sword with both hands, his arm strength astonishing, forcefully pressing the mysterious figure from mid-air to the ground.

The mysterious figure stiffened his back, pressed down his wings, and along with his legs, formed a stable tetrahedral support to resist the terrifying force.

He didn’t realize that the Undead Knight never fought alone.

The Undead Warhorse leaped suddenly, its two front hooves raised high, and fiercely kicked the face of the mysterious figure.

"Go to hell!"