Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 895 - 334 Archangel_3

Chapter 895: Chapter 334 Archangel_3

"An entire seven angels—they’ve come for the Evil God, and your ambitions and motives were exposed long ago," Wayne said, dazedly stunned.

"It can’t be, they couldn’t have reacted so quickly."

"There’s an undercover who betrayed you."

"Those bastards, they agreed to surrender everything to the Lord of Envy and even thus regained their sanity, but in the end, they still betrayed us!" Hodgson, upon hearing this, was uncontrollably furious and burst out swearing.

Just then, two red glows approached, and a scorching heat wave hit him in the face, startling him into hurriedly waving his sleeve to restructure matter and construct a Holy Light Barrier.

Boom!!

The scorching vision pierced through the Holy Light Barrier, and Hodgson didn’t have time to dodge. His white beard was burnt away severely, his face blackened and charred, looking extremely disheveled.

He looked at Wayne in surprise, not understanding why the Life Force Field was ineffective. Even if the other party was the Legendary Mage, he should counter it with the Life Force Field to avoid Perception and manipulation.

"What are you?"

"Who I am is not important, what’s key is you, kid..."

Wayne’s mouth curled up with a smirk, "So you’re a faithful undercover for the Envy Demon King, a deeply loyal agent. Thirty more years, and a few more, you could have become the Pope."

Hodgson’s face turned ashen, and he said coldly, "So what if I am? Everyone knows that you are the Devil, and today you’re dead for sure!"

"Jee jee jee jee————"

Wayne smiled heartily, raised his hand, and took out a semi-finished Philosopher’s Stone from his chest: "As you wish, I’ll play the Devil again, what’s the harm in that."

Black light soared into the sky, black wings unfolded behind Wayne, his hands and feet elongated, and his pale skin was marked with the text of the Seven Deadly Sins Melody of Hell.

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Boom!

Two white beams clashed, and after a brief stalemate, a figure plummeted rapidly to the ground, creating a huge crater in the center of the plaza in front of the cathedral.

Heat waves billowed up, spider-web cracks spread instantly, and debris and airwaves shot in all directions.

The Angel, leaning on the Holy Light Spear, stood up, the soil at her feet scorched by high temperatures, flowing slowly like magma.

She looked up in shock at Mona in the sky, similarly subdued, Mona’s strength far surpassed hers, plus there was an unfathomably deep energy lurking, matching every burst of her full force with an even more powerful blow.

Another Angel who descended to the Mortal World, they all suffered from incomplete thought and lacked physical forms to exert their full strength. "Why are you so powerful?"

The Angel had a faint idea of the answer—the other’s rank was higher than hers, with more wings.

Then again, it didn’t make sense.

If it were a High Order Angel, she wouldn’t be so easily controlled by the Devil, even if the Devil possessed the Golden Rule Bible, a High Order Angel could rip up the cooperation contract at any time through the indemnity clause.

Moreover, this High Order Angel had fallen and shouldn’t possess such immense Sacred Power.

The Angel couldn’t figure it out, but for the glory of Heaven, Holy Flame ignited around her, violently summoning more power to descend, her Armor coated with a layer of holy intention, glimmering with the light of the Golden Rule Holy Words.

"Umr, is it you?"

Mona, from her high position, looked at the Angel whose aura was swiftly climbing, instinctively uttering the other’s heavenly name.

She didn’t know any Umr, but her intuition told her that was the name.

Umr was even more surprised, a figure flashed before her eyes, and she gasped, "Archangel, you..."

That’s not right. The proud Archangel couldn’t possibly fall due to the Devil’s temptation. What Devil had the capacity? Could it be that the Devil just now was Lord Pride?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

It’s inconceivable, both from the Archangel and from Lord Pride’s perspective.

Umr felt she had overthought, deeply ashamed for even considering the idea of slandering the Archangel for falling. Her golden eyes blazed with fervent flames of war, wings spreading wide, terrifying energy waves crushing the space.

White light flashed instantly; as her wings went by, space turned into a chaotic torrent, and from a distance, the space encompassing Saint Patrick Cathedral appeared distorted.

Mona raised her Holy Spear in mid-air, drawing the Cross Stigma, a very special structure, overall similar to a sword with a Crucifix guard, also extremely akin to a scale.

The Golden light burst forth, enveloping Mona’s figure within.

Umr’s speeding silhouette abruptly stopped, looking at the Stigma in front of her, retracted her Holy Spear and wings, and placed a hand over her chest in respect, "Archangel, it is indeed you."

Mona gave a slight nod, "The Archbishop you made a contract with is a pawn of the Devil. I’ve personally verified it without any mistake; you have been deceived."

Umr nodded in agreement. The Archbishop was no longer important. What mattered was that the Archangel had descended into the body of a Nun, treating the summoner who possessed the Golden Rule Bible very...

Overindulgent?

Lenient?

Umr pondered for a while, unable to find the precise adjective.

Mona smiled faintly, "Umr, my situation is a bit complicated, do not spread the word of my descent."

"Understood."

As a member of the legion, Umr dared not disobey the leader’s command, ignoring what she had just seen, convincing herself she had been blind.

Nothing happened, the Archangel was always pure.

Their two figures folded their wings and descended to the ground, the Crucifix Stigma dissipated, as did the dazzling Golden light.

In the eyes of the Clergy, they only saw Mona make a sign of the cross with her hand, and our Angel ceased fighting, the parties shook hands for a truce.

So, who won and who lost, our side’s Angel wouldn’t have defected now, would they?

Snap!

A Spatial Fissure exploded, and Wayne returned to the Cathedral holding an unappealing mass, saw the subdued Angel following Mona, and quizzically raised an eyebrow.

As obedient as a little sister, likely won over by a beating.