Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 868 - 327: Lord Pride Walking in the Mortal World_3

Chapter 868: Chapter 327: Lord Pride Walking in the Mortal World_3

Upon his gaze, the Eye of Judgment towered above, its world-destroying aura like a rampaging Giant Dragon that caused the heavens and the earth to change color and all things to shudder.

This aura immediately felt Wayne’s thoughts intruding and exploded into a violent torrent, sweeping across the land, causing the earth to split and the sky to shatter, as if to Devour the entire world.

Behind the force, Wayne saw brilliant red blood, blazing like fierce fire that scorched the heavens, resembling an inverted Blood Pool in the sky, instilling indescribable terror and shock.

The killing intent was overwhelming!

He wasted no thoughts, plunging the Holy Spear straight down, breaking through layers of sealed killing intent to reach Mona’s side.

Behind Mona, her wings spread out, totaling three pairs and six wings, her expression one of struggle as she resisted the pressure from the Eye of Judgment. Sensing Wayne’s thoughts, she raised her hand to grasp the Holy Spear.

The cracks in the contract healed, signaling her absolute loyalty.

The terrifying aura that enveloped the world instantly dissipated, and the Eye of Judgment slowly faded, after a barely audible sigh, the six wings behind Mona vanished, revealing the luminescence of a golden Crucifix.

In the center of the light, golden patterns intertwined to form the shape of an eyeball.

The golden light merged into Mona, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slightly opened her eyes to look at the Holy Spear in her hand, and the thoughts contained within, her gaze ice cold.

Moments later, she let out a small gasp, sensing something else inside her body.

A curse from Hell!

Mona frowned slightly, puzzled about the origins of the seal, struggling without success to break it, and she ultimately closed her eyes completely.

The Stigmata of the Eye of Judgment faded, six wings appeared, reducing to two, keeping only a pair intact.

The surrounding Holy Flame Fireballs disappeared, Wayne stepped forward to catch the secretary falling from the sky, saw her furrowed brow as if she was deep in slumber, and his forehead was crossed with question marks.

"If I’m not mistaken, there were three pairs of wings just now. Is Saint George’s level that high?"

"Fortunately, we held on, and he did not succeed."

Sensing Wayne’s contract, he patted his buttocks and said, "Universe... wake up, it’s dawn."

With wings on her back, Mona, shedding this pair of pristine wings, did not exhibit the usual characteristics of an original angelic humanoid; Wayne was unclear whether the Evolution was a success or failure, only aware that this baptism had brought minor adjustments to her features, making the secretary prettier than before.

Especially the sanctity between her brows, so pure, very taboo.

Mona opened her eyes, her gaze focused, and seeing the face so close, she lifted her arms to hook around Wayne’s neck, emitting a lazy hum from her throat, tilting her head closer.

"Slow down, let’s check your body first."

Wayne’s thoughts freely entered and exited Mona’s body, she was still the same person. Indeed, there were no angelic evolutionary traits; from this alone, the evolution seemed to have failed.

Moreover, the silver Crucifix and Golden Triangle inside Mona had vanished without a trace, replaced by another form of balance.

Her mind and body were closely connected, she herself was a balance.

Wayne studied it a bit, not quite understanding; she wasn’t an angel, she wasn’t a Mage, he couldn’t comprehend her current life form.

A humanoid appearance, equipped with angelic wings, with a pure and transparent Holy Light inside; the human mage’s balancing system gone, unable to strengthen herself through conventional practices...

Very contradictory.

As Wayne examined, Mona also conducted her own examination, first looking at the back of her hand, her complexion dramatically changed when she noticed the disappearance of the Stigmata.

"Master, my contract is gone."

"No, the contract is still there, I can feel it."

"But the Stigmata..."

Mona sensed the contract, tried to activate the Stigmata to flash light, but saw nothing, extremely anxious.

"Uh, I think I saw it." Wayne awkwardly stated.

"Where?"

"..."

Wayne did not speak, waved his hand to create a water mirror in front of her, letting Mona see for herself.

Looking at her slightly prettier face in the mirror, Mona was mildly surprised, secretly pleased but did not show it, as the beauties around Wayne were too many, making her feel plain and always under pressure.

"Master, I’ve changed..."

Mona abruptly stopped, slowly opened her mouth, and saw the Golden Stigmata on her tongue.

Hidden quite deeply.

Dissolving the internal Golden Rule, the Stigmata disappeared, activating the Golden Rule, the Stigmata reappeared.

Mona was puzzled why the Stigmata had changed locations, looking at Wayne for an explanation.

"Don’t look at me, I’m still confused. How do you feel, any discomfort?" Wayne inquired, very curious about what Mona’s new balance represented.

Mona gently shook her head, feeling no discomfort: "Although the Golden Triangle is gone, the balance is more stable. I feel now..."

She did not know how to describe it, only knowing that the power inside her was immensely strong, the energy seemed inexhaustible and still growing, although slowly, but she could clearly feel it.

"So, this is a good thing, right?"

"I guess."

"..."x2

Both stared at each other, unclear about the current situation; Mona opened her mouth, still troubled by the change in Stigmata, worried that there might be an issue with the contract, asked Wayne to help her check.

"I can’t deal with you, let me take a look."

Wayne bowed his head and bit down, lips and teeth lingered for a moment, then he pulled back and said, "Checked, there’s no problem."

Mona stiffened, not knowing why, but somewhat resistant to this intimate contact, she speculated it might be a side effect of the evolution, took the initiative to kiss to try and make herself adapt quickly.

Trying it out, the conflict escalated, turning from a battle of lips and tongues to a clash of bodies.