Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 890 - 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time.

Chapter 890: Chapter 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time.

Mona’s eyes shone with pure Holy Light, her divine will commanding authority. Her mastery of Holy Light Faith Magic was undoubtedly genuine; while it might not prove that the two came from the Papal State, the tremendous Fist Power they displayed was enough to shut Raymond up.

"Both of you, what are you planning to investigate?" Raymond asked with his head lowered, his tone unusually respectful.

The other clergy members quickly dispersed from the scene; a few of them hurried away. Wayne took note but made no fuss. He took out a booklet from the Cathedral Church, spread it open with a commanding presence, and scolded, "What is going on with the Cathedral Lord here, and how are you fulfilling your role as Bishop? There is only one God in the God-chosen Continent. Do you not understand this simple truth?"

"Uh, please let me explain, the Cathedral Church is affiliated with..."

"There’s nothing to explain; it’s heresy!"

Wayne spit words as if they were bullets, sternly scolding Raymond for two minutes. The latter mopped his sweat repeatedly and only when he saw that Wayne was getting tired did he speak with a pained expression, "You are new here and don’t understand the true situation of the Cathedral Church. Please trust me, if you go there yourself, you will understand."

"Alright, I’ll give you one more chance."

"This way, please. I will take you there now."

Raymond led the way, suspicion and curiosity still gleaming in his eyes. He wondered about the true origins of Wayne and Mona and was curious about their relationship.

He couldn’t rule out the possibility that they were investigators sent by the Papal State, but all the hugging and embracing, what was that about? Where had the pure Nun gone? If he hadn’t seen wrong, it looked like he had just touched her butt.

Mona caught Raymond’s gaze and felt a wave of shame, recalling the particular joy of past punishments.

Since tasting the sweet fruit of such experiences, Mona had grown accustomed to it and had not felt this way in a long time.

Raymond summoned a few members of the clergy and two cars escorted the black sedan as they headed toward the Cathedral Faith Headquarters.

Under the night sky, headlights illuminated the path ahead. The three cars gradually left the town and arrived at a desolate field.

It was a dark and windy night, accompanied by fog and surrounded by wild, desolate hillsides. It was a textbook location for a murder and body dumping.

The leading and trailing cars stopped. Mona turned off the engine, and Wayne opened the car door, asking in confusion, "Bishop Raymond, where is the headquarters of the Cathedral Church?"

"In Hell."

Raymond’s expression turned sinister, "I’ll send you two to Hell; that’s where the Cathedral Church’s headquarters is."

Wayne sighed and asked, "Bishop Raymond, are you controlled by the Evil God, or were you always like this?"

Raymond’s sneer was his only response, as he gestured to the clergy around him to take action. Five or six people, skilled in their movements, drew pistols from beneath their clothes and aimed at Wayne and Mona.

"Wait a moment!"

"What is it? Do you have any last words?"

"Sort of. I just want to know if the Archbishop has also turned traitor and how many of the clergy have been controlled by the Evil God." Wayne clasped his hands together, "Look, I’m about to die; can’t you let me die in peace?"

"You’ll know all the truth in Hell!"

Raymond, not bothering to speak further—perhaps he knew nothing more—gestured for them to open fire.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, but Wayne and Mona stood unmoved, as the gunmen all received shots in their arms, their pale faces falling to the ground.

Raymond watched the darkness, eyes flashing, "Harrington, you’ve come too."

"Raymond, there’s something wrong with you and the Cathedral Church."

Harrington emerged from the darkness with a severe expression, wielding two pistols and dressed in the white robes of the clergy, his neck adorned with a Crucifix pendant. The ensemble was a jarring combination.

"Perfect timing; I can take you out as well."

Their gazes locked as they drew pistols and exchanged fire. After emptying their bullets, they engaged in a duel of Holy Light Magic. Both being Silver Mages, their magic effects were quite ordinary, leaving Wayne, who was watching, utterly stupefied.

He thought he was supposed to be the protagonist.

Although Raymond was a Bishop of the Church, his high administrative rank didn’t necessarily reflect strong magic prowess. He was no match for Harrington in pure strength and after several exchanges, he was forced to retreat to the base of a scarecrow in the field.

The white robe of the clergy was torn by the wind blades, half soaked with blood turning red. With a low roar, his body suddenly swelled; he twisted into a grotesque form and merged with the scarecrow behind him.

The scarecrow towered three meters tall, its large and twisted form, disproportionately huge head, and slender limbs creating a stark contrast. Its eyes were two gaping black voids, unfathomable; its mouth split in a grin, revealing uneven, sharp fangs.

Its limbs and torso were covered in a layer of pale skin, with fingers like dried branches, sharp as hooks at the tips, while decayed straw and broken hemp rope protruded from the surface, emanating a nausea-inducing stench.

"This is truly sinister!"

Wayne arched an eyebrow, expressing regret for his late arrival. Perhaps Raymond was once a member of the clergy, but now...

A follower of the Evil God, corrupted by the knowledge of The Void—beyond any hope of salvation.

"Roar, roar, roar————"

Beast-like roars sounded as the gunmen who had been shot and fallen began to morph, their limbs touching the ground as they quickly encircled Harrington.

Wayne and Mona became mere spectators once more.

Wayne blinked, feeling that the rhythm was off as he prepared to snatch back the protagonist’s script.

Before he could act, the besieged Harrington pulled out a Crucifix pendant from his chest, murmuring prayers as his white robe shone with a golden gleam, forming a gold Crucifix pattern on his back.

The Holy See’s battle apparel, a blend of defense and enhancement, highly effective in combat and widely praised by the clergy.

Empowered, Harrington took hold of a Holy Light Spear in his hand and engaged the beast-like pack and the strange scarecrow. They exchanged blows, neither gaining a clear advantage, fighting to a standstill.

The battle lasted a full ten minutes.

"Not bad; at least you have stamina."