Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 892 - 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time_3

Chapter 892: Chapter 333: The last time I saw such a decisive Evil God was also the last time_3

There were many choices for descent, like the Church’s Holy Maiden or those with a special Holy Spirit Body, among others.

It was certain that the Goddesses once freely roamed the God-chosen Continent and even fought a Faith War, casually sealing the Ancient God’s Kin Torgoguryr in the Icebound Continent.

For unknown reasons, they now could not descend.

Anastasia didn’t know the specific reason and speculated it related to the Heavenly Father who had once unified the faith of the God-chosen Continent, which might be the key.

She only speculated and wasn’t one hundred percent certain because even the angels of Heaven could not directly descend; they had to enter the Mortal World through reincarnation or mental projection.

Wayne’s curiosity was piqued, and he intensified his mental assault on the Dark Goddess, very eager to uncover these past events and learn the whole truth.

He estimated that in less than a month, he would be able to crack open that shell, along with the Dark Goddess’s lips.

Back to the point, Wayne now avoided exertion whenever possible and brought Secretary Mona with him wherever he went. She carried a Crucifix and Heaven Holy Spear, and with the guidance of evolution, her own strength rapidly expanded, making her a very qualified enforcer.

Wayne judged that she was more than capable of handling the former Void Lord, and if the so-called Cathedral Lord was on par with the Void Lord, he couldn’t possibly be a match for Mona.

Seeing Wayne amble over with a carefree air as if on a sightseeing tour, Harrington felt he was unreliable and was about to say something when he suddenly realized he didn’t even know the names of Wayne and Mona.

All shrouded in mystery, there had to be something strange.

Boom!!!

A white column of light shot up into the sky, a massive beam piercing the dark heavens, with the bright light illuminating all around, turning the entire night into day.

Harrington’s mouth hung open as he looked up at the angel holding the Holy Spear, wings unfurling at her back, the surging Sacred Power leaving him speechless.

"An angel..."

Generally, Clergy of the Gold Mage Level could condense a pair of small wings for themselves, initiating the first sequence of angel evolution.

These wings were ethereal Light Wings, and only descending angels could condense almost tangible wings on their backs due to the pure, potent Holy Light.

These were the very wings behind Mona.

Flashes of Mona’s expressionless face ran through Harrington’s mind; he was certain that she was an angel descended to the Mortal World.

He had seen this scene at Saint Patrick Cathedral, where Archbishop summoned an angel to descend upon the Holy Spirit Body. Descended angels also had this indifferent demeanor, caring about nothing but the Devil.

"If she is an angel, then you..."

Harrington had an epiphany, "You must be Archbishop Gunther from St. Paul Cathedral, my apologies for earlier, I hadn’t recognized you."

"I am not Gunther."

"Are you really from the Papal State, an investigator sent by His Holiness the Pope?"

The idea brightened Harrington’s outlook; Wayne’s eccentric manner, bolstered by the Papal State’s influence, instantly took on a lax but sanctified aura, full of the Savior’s majesty.

"Try going a bit further with your guess, continue guessing upward."

"Higher would be an angel..."

"Do buns, do I not resemble one?"

"..."

It wasn’t a question of resemblance; your expression is too animated.

Harrington gave a sheepish smile, refusing to delve deeper into the topic. Looking up at Mona again, with her slaying Heretics with a single spear strike, sweeping the field with no one to rival her strength.

Rumbling!

Behind the Cathedral Faith Headquarters, from a makeshift chicken coop, emerged a massive tentacle rising from the ground, so immense and terrifying that it left onlookers awestruck.

The titanic tentacle stood erect in the darkness, reaching for the sky as if to pierce through the cumulus clouds into outer space, large enough to sweep through Ford Town in an instant.

Covered in a slippery, sticky black ooze, it emitted an indescribable stench that nearly induced retching. At that moment, twisting and writhing, it made a dull noise.

Invisible waves radiated outward, compressing the air and becoming incredibly heavy as if an irresistible natural disaster descended, filling Harrington with panic and unease.

Swipe!

A flash of white light, and Mona hurled the Heaven Holy Spear, the blazing Holy Flame roaring and exploding, instantly incinerating the tentacle that had emerged.

This thing was truly afraid of fire.

The underground part also ceased all movement after a piercing wail.

The tentacle came quickly and left even faster; Harrington was still in shock when it was already burnt to ashes.

From extreme panic to overwhelming shock and joy, he lost his ability to manage expressions, looking dryly at Wayne and gesturing strangely with his hands.

Translated, it was probably an expletive of some sort.

Mona waved her hand to summon back the Holy Spear, golden light surged in her eyes, her thoughts wrapped around her gaze, piercing through the ground to view the makeshift underground palace. She raised her five fingers, and a Sword of Judgment, converging from energy, was projected downward by her.

The moment the sword light left Mona, an angelic apparition coalesced into being, with six-winged glory faintly visible, wielding the Sword of Judgment, its presence majestic and noble.

A mere wisp of released aura made Harrington involuntarily swallow.

Too powerful!

Wayne thought so too. As a Dragon Slayer, Saint George was truly deserving of the reputation as a Knight of the Heavenly Father. Just an evolution guided by a little blood had taken Mona’s strength to unprecedented levels.

Fortunately, they had a contract, or else it would have been hard to say who was in charge.

Deep within the underground palace, there was a figure that resembled the Twisted Figure of the Void Lord, and at the moment the Sword of Judgment descended, the figure suddenly sprang to life.

Upon seeing the angel wielding the sword, the figure temporarily halted its resurrection, allowing its body to be consumed by the Holy Flame until it completely dissipated.

The Cathedral Faith did not choose to reason with Mona, opting to escape at the sight of trouble, abandoning its home.

The last time Wayne saw a heretic deity act so decisively was when he confirmed the other was not some Gold Mage - this style was definitely that of a Legendary Mage.

"By that logic, the deities of the other sects might also be corrupt Legendary Mages..."

"To gather so many at once..."

Wayne’s brows knitted tightly as he strode towards the outside of the Cathedral Faith Headquarters.

Mona descended from the sky, folding her wings as she followed behind Wayne, the Holy Spear Pendant hanging on her chest. After Wayne obtained the Oath Sword, this Heaven Holy Spear became her exclusive weapon.

"Where are you going, wait for me."

Harrington hurried after them, reaching the curb and seeing the black sedan start up, he quickly leaned over the window and asked, "The Cathedral Church has been destroyed, what should I do now?"

"We’re short on time; now is not the time to discuss this."

"Then where are you going?"

"We’re short on time; now is not the time to discuss this."

"At least tell me your names."

"No exaggeration, we really are short on time, we can chat another time, next time for sure."

"..."

The black sedan drove away, leaving behind the merciless taillights and an utterly speechless Harrington.

With all the time spent talking, would it have been so hard to mention two names?

Harrington shook his head repeatedly, the Papal State’s style was too lofty, and he couldn’t keep up. After some thought, he decided to return to the church to see if there were any who remained clear-headed and unaffected by the heretics.

Two steps later, he found himself surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

Harrington’s scalp tingled as he faced the curious and gossipy eyes, swallowing hard.

He finally understood what the rush was about.

"This is too practiced..."

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In Durin City District, Saint Patrick Cathedral.

The head of the great cathedral, the highest leader of the Heavenly Father’s Court in the Republic of Ireland, Archbishop Hodgson stood expressionless before a crucifix.

All around him was the chatter of heretical gods, demanding to know why an angel had descended.

"Why would an angel descend? You ask me, but whom should I ask?"

Hodgson’s face was grim, his eyes filled with ferocity, which sharply contrasted with his kindly grandfatherly appearance. As a combative figure in the Holy See, the tough man who personally orchestrated the Split of the Republic of Ireland, a kindly exterior masked a ruthless heart, making perfect sense.

It’s just that he might be a little too ruthless.

After some arguing, Hodgson’s face changed abruptly, he quickly severed his connection to The Void, and reaching out, he took out a Golden Rule Bible, reciting the Golden Rule Holy Words to summon an angel.

The sounds of a scuffle and commotion rose outside the cathedral, but Hodgson’s expression remained unchanged, calm and composed, muttering the spell. Just before the cathedral doors were kicked open, he successfully summoned the angel he had made a contract with.

Now that was a solid plan!

"That old man, are you the Archbishop here?"

"People from the Papal State, your place has big trouble!"

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12,000 words, seeking Monthly Ticket.