Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 891 - 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time.

Chapter 891: Chapter 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time.

Wayne made a comment, squinting, and dispersed thought interference.

In the ears of the wolves and scarecrows arose inescapable whispers. Under the influence of this voice, the mutated pale flesh couldn’t maintain stability. It collapsed and melted into froth, and Harrington killed them all with one shot each, sending chills to their hearts.

Harrington was quite exhausted. After the grand battle, he gasped like a dog. Seeing Wayne and Mona still there, he approached with a furrowed brow, "You two, I just heard you say you came from the Papal State. Do you have any proof?"

Wayne patted his backside, and Mona’s eyes glinted with a golden light.

"That only proves you are Golden Mages..."

Harrington shook his head slightly, restraining himself out of respect for Golden Mages and stopped mid-sentence.

"Alright, since you’ve figured it out, there’s no use pretending. We’re from St. Paul Cathedral in Lundan, members of The Church’s Tactical Squad, sent by Archbishop Gunther to investigate the recently emerging sects," Wayne earnestly said.

Harrington compared their strengths and chose with difficulty to trust them. He frowned and said, "I used to be a member of the Guardian Knights at Saint Patrick Cathedral in Dublin. The Archbishop sent me here to take over Bishop Raymond’s position. I’ve not been here long..."

Harrington recounted the sudden rise of Cathedral Faith and the indifference of Saint Patrick Cathedral, paused, then continued, "I’m not sure if the Archbishop has fallen into the clutches of the Evil God like Raymond. I warn you two, the Archbishop is a powerful Legendary Mage. If even he has fallen, your cultivation as Golden Mages won’t be enough to handle the crisis here. While you still can, leave immediately."

"What about you?"

"I still need to investigate more, at least to confirm the real purpose and the identity of the Cathedral Lord of Cathedral Faith, or else I can’t deliver accurate reports to the outside world based solely on speculation," Harrington said.

"How many clear-headed people like you are there?"

"It’s hard to say; I can only trust myself right now."

Harrington picked up the firearms on the ground, filled his ammunition stock, and prepared for a nocturnal investigation of Cathedral Faith Headquarters to gather as much useful information as possible.

He was unsure if Wayne and Mona were really from the Holy See and thus did not apply to team up, instead choosing to drive one of the cars and leave.

"Let’s go, clean up all the risks, and pluck Cathedral Faith out tonight."

Wayne’s information gathering was pretty much complete. In the car, he told Mona, "Go all out later, don’t hold back, and wrap things up quickly. After handling Cathedral Faith, head back to Durin City District immediately. I need to visit Saint Patrick to look into the major problem with the Archbishop here."

Mona’s eyes emitted a golden gleam, and the car sped fastest toward Cathedral Faith headquarters.

Good news, the egg processing factory was nearby the headquarters; it could all be taken down in one fell swoop.

...

Cathedral Faith Headquarters was located to the west of Ford Town. It was originally a decrepit noble’s ancestral home, renovated into Cathedral Faith Headquarters with plenty of barren land around, temporarily housing a chicken farm.

The situation was excessive, everything was done in haste, so the setup wasn’t as formal as Earth Core Cult, resembling a makeshift troupe.

Fortunately, the eggs were produced frequently, sparking a significant gather of devout followers quickly.

Where there are eggs, there is faith; without eggs... we’ll talk when you have eggs tomorrow.

People regard food as their heaven; such is the simple and unadorned faith of the people.

Harrington, cautious of alarming the enemy, stopped the car at a distance and followed a prepared route to the backyard of Cathedral Faith Headquarters. With an agile flip, he landed inside the walls.

Looking up, two figures appeared as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Wayne and Mona.

Harrington :=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞(ÒꈊÓ|||)

He shivered in fright, almost thinking he had been exposed just after infiltrating, and whispered in a low voice, "How did you two get here, and so quickly at that?"

"There’s a shortcut; we investigated it during the day."

Wayne warmly explained and waved for Mona to go ahead and handle things while he stayed behind. If nothing unexpected happened, he wouldn’t take action tonight.

A portion of the Dark Goddess’s thoughts was still sealed within Wayne’s chest. Wayne’s Life Rank was stronger than the Dark Goddess, but his power was far inferior to hers. Even a fragment of the Goddess’s thoughts was consuming him greatly.

Moreover, Wayne’s goal was not only to seal, but to completely reshape this portion of thoughts.

Just like Saina!

The Dark Goddess’s thoughts understood Wayne’s intentions, leading to constant tugging and war of attrition.

The Dark Goddess, due to underestimating her opponent or overconfidence, exposed herself to corruption, losing the chance to maintain her original state. Her defeat was inevitable.

How long the endurance battle would last depended on how long she could hold on.

Armed with numerous tactics against irreversible corruption and Wayne’s malicious intentions clearly written on his face, the Dark Goddess sealed her will and set a defensive formation like a turtle shell.

Wayne used almost all his strength to pry open the turtle shell. Once successful, this portion of thoughts would be utterly at his mercy to shape and mold, potentially gaining more knowledge and secrets of past histories.

The benefits were immense; he would never give up.

Additionally, Wayne had learned a significant piece of not-so-secret intelligence from Anastasia.

Gods cannot enter the God-chosen Continent directly.

Whether it’s the Dark Goddess or other Goddesses, including the Subsidiary Gods, none can enter the God-chosen Continent directly, only in the form of thoughts.