Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 905 - 337: Good Looks Are Power

Chapter 905: Chapter 337: Good Looks Are Power

Including Wayne, the seven Void Evil Gods stood upon an Inverted Pentagram that represented Hell, as thick black smoke and fog billowed upward, coalescing into dark clouds in the sky, accompanied by purple-red lightning that cast a cold, sinister aura on the earth.

Within the cold, there lingered a hint of burning sulfur.

It was the scent of Hell.

Smedley’s power was growing stronger, quickly expanding to an unimaginable extent. As a Familiar of envy, his power had already surpassed many of the seventy-two Demon Kings in the middle and lower ranks.

Like the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

In the dark clouds high above, a shadowy world slowly emerged, a black Giant Python a kilometer in length, coiling around the world, its yellow eyes sinister, its venom-spewing fangs, and its black scales emanating a cold breath, at odds with the traditional style of Hell.

This was the physical body of Smedley in Hell, who first descended in thought, and then, with the assistance of the Void Evil Gods, projected his domain onto the Mortal World; through this territory, he summoned his own body.

It was complicated, requiring a vast amount of human resources, and every step had to be flawless.

Don’t think it troublesome, being able to descend is already fortunate; many Devils kneel without finding a way!

Like Abyssal Spider Queen Martia, Night Monarch Setoras, these demons of higher standing, with strength too great to descend to the mortal plane through such means.

The more powerful ones, like the Seven Demon Lords, faced even more demanding conditions; in most cases, they could only descend a portion of their thoughts, not even dreaming of bringing their bodies.

As soon as one foot stepped out, up in Heaven, they would collectively sound the alarm!

Smedley rose into the air, merging with the kilometer-long python mid-air, swallowed in a deadly serpent’s kiss, completing the union of body and thought, officially descending onto the Mortal World.

The union brought Smedley’s power to its peak.

The pinnacle in the Mortal World.

In Hell he would be even stronger.

The kilometer-long python slowly descended, transforming into a long-haired man in a Black Robe before it touched the ground, with a handsome appearance, pale skin, and yellow snake eyes that added a sinister touch to his deeply contoured face.

In terms of looks, he had a certain appeal.

His powerful aura shook the heavens, invisibly constraining space, pressing down so much that the nearby Void Evil Gods couldn’t straighten their backs, and Wayne did the same, pressing down on Mona’s waist.

Mona wasn’t too pleased, getting grabbed and kneaded harshly by tendrils before settling down somewhat.

"Didn’t I tell you before, as an undercover, you need to have the resolve of one? Has your strength increased recently, confidence through the roof, and you’ve become flighty?" said Wayne through Telepathic Transmission.

"Boss, I thought you liked it."

"Oh, that..."

Wayne indeed liked it. The feeling was fantastic and satisfied his shameful desire for male conquest, but now was not the time for these matters: "Pay attention to the atmosphere. We’re fighting Devils here, no trembling."

While Wayne admonished Mona, he collected information related to Hell, vastly gathering intelligence, exclaiming he had hit the jackpot.

What did he say? In crucial moments, one must depend on Devils, these fellas are really reliable.

"I have descended onto the Mortal World, and now it is time to welcome our great master, the Lord of Envy."

Smedley began to speak slowly, his every word and action having an irreversible impact on the world, such as in his region where space became viscous, nearly liquid—a colorless, intangible entity that now melted into a purple poison that, like cancer cells, spread madly in all directions.

Consequently, the projection of Hell Territory in the clouds above also became more vivid.

He was the strongest Devil Wayne had encountered descending to the Mortal World!

The gathering of Void Evil Gods praised the greatness of the Lord of Envy, muttering about their devout faith, and around Smedley they circled, hands raised high, lifting the Holy Grail, with evil energy entwined around the golden halo, stirring up the dim Divine Blood stains, restoring their former luster.

Wayne’s eyes shone watching this scene, finding a simple way to activate Divine Blood, pondering whether he could utilize it.

Praise the Devils, they are the bearers of knowledge.

Smedley murmured an incantation, eyes tightly shut, the hissing sound of his breath growing louder, and with the help of the surrounding Void Evil Gods, the power coalescing in the Holy Grail grew more terrible.

A wisp of bright red rose, the blood of Saint Patrick was restored.

"Success!"

Smedley’s face showed joy, the perfect Heavenly Blood was not much, but it was enough to deceive the cursed seal, opening a pathway that would allow his master to arrive in the Mortal World in the most powerful form.

Just then, a streak of golden light shot from the side.

Swift as lightning and imbued with Sacred Power, Smedley dare not belittle it, so he rolled up the viscous spatial poison surrounding him to corrode it.

The Holy Light faded, the Holy Flame extinguished, and the glow surrounding the Heaven Holy Spear scattered, revealing the partially freed body of the Holy Spear within.

A flash of gold shot through the poisoned space, grazing the hastily dodging Smedley, speeding off into the distance.

In the eyes of the followers of Heavenly Father’s Court, Holy Light is warm, representing protection, purification, and healing, capable of dispelling all negativity and Darkness, the purest light in the world.

But to a Devil, it is the complete opposite.

Smedley’s face was grazed by the Holy Spear, taking away a large chunk of flesh; half of his face vanished, teeth bared, flesh blurred, the Holy Flame burning like Bone-Attaching Ulcer, twisting his entire visage in pain.

The strong holiness was something even he struggled to contend with, unable to dispel with conventional methods, surely not the Faith Magic of mortal Mages.

There must be an Angel that has descended nearby!

How could they have arrived so quickly?