Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 923 - 341 Goddess, Speak Up_3

Chapter 923: Chapter 341 Goddess, Speak Up_3

The Sky Goddess denied the accusation and said, "The stars are under the sky, and the sky is also influenced by the stars. The Star Plague and I are in a cooperative relationship. I need to borrow her power, and she also needs to borrow my power; we are very intimate allies."

Wayne saw a clear light in the eyes of the Sky Goddess and confirmed that the plastic-like quality was unmistakable. The Dark Goddess had led him here with the intention of using him to ruthlessly discipline her former ally.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Sky Goddess, her relationship with the Dark Goddess was not bad, but from another angle, it might not necessarily be the case. The Dark Goddess might have harbored discontent a long time ago and simply had not found an opportunity for revenge.

Wayne pondered the plastic sisterhood while the Sky Goddess continued to speak, "As for my downfall, it was due to the failure to vie for belief. My enemy, the Lord of Storms and Thunder, inflicted heavy damage upon me and seized my divine power..."

This past was very distressing, and the Sky Goddess fell into silence as she spoke.

The Lord of Storms and Thunder, this guy would later become known as the Storms and Thunder God!

Wayne nodded to himself, this wasn’t hard to guess, as the title had stayed almost the same.

Then he thought of the thunder and hurricanes that the Sky Goddess had just displayed, which were nearly identical to those of the Storms and Thunder God. The two deities were highly coincident; the path of evolution was only one, and inevitably, only one could reach the pinnacle, certainly fighting to the death.

With the information revealed by the Sky Goddess, Wayne found the war of belief to be far more complex than he had imagined, and the number of deities participating in it was also far more numerous.

The Dark Goddess was once known as the Star Plague, and there was no shortage of gods related to darkness; she must have slain many competitors to cut a bloody path to victory.

By that logic, the gods of nature, the sun, moonlight, including the Heavenly Father, all emerged from the turmoil of an era of chaos.

The question arose, could the God-chosen Continent withstand such chaotic battles among so many gods?

Wayne cocked his head in thought. Was there a possibility that the deities of the past were not as powerful as they now appeared to be? That they had strengthened and perfected themselves by subsuming their rivals bit by bit, thus achieving the current state of absolute singularity?

Regardless of the process, the outcome was predetermined; the God-chosen Continent was the domain of the Heavenly Father, who was the ultimate winner.

The Sky Goddess was silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty, "What about the Lord of Storms and Thunder now? After receiving my power, has he become immensely strong and fulfilled his ambition?"

Not exactly; he has become a stone slate now, very stable in mood, without any ambitions left!

Wayne thought the answer to himself and gave a heartfelt sigh, "Just as the Goddess guessed, after gaining your power, he accomplished the magnificent greatness of the Storms and Thunder God. His strength is known to all. As for you, I have never heard anything about a Sky Goddess. If it weren’t for your own introduction, I wouldn’t even know you existed in history."

"That bastard, he must have erased me!"

The Sky Goddess clenched her silver teeth tightly and glared fiercely at Wayne’s mutated tentacle, weighing the pros and cons, as if caught in an internal struggle.

Wayne held his breath and watched the Sky Goddess intently, preventing her from giving up on revenge, and said earnestly, "Goddess, although I have never heard the name of the Sky Goddess, when perusing the scriptures of the Storm and Thunder Church, there is a mention of the Sky Witch... Ah, forget it, it was all negative, you probably don’t want to hear it."

"Speak, I want to hear it!" The Sky Goddess’s face was iron blue.

"According to reliable information, the Sky Witch is described as a wicked and ugly old witch, hunched over, with dry, slack skin covered in wrinkles and blemishes, hair like dead straw, with a pointy chin and a long nose. When she grins, hey, guess what..."

"Two big yellow teeth were revealed!"

Wayne, performing like a stand-up comedian, began to spin his tale with flourish. With the foundation of his journal, he was adept at spinning lies.

"The scriptures of the Storm and Thunder Church also mentioned that the Sky Witch’s voice was hoarse, her fingernails sharp, fine, and black, with the crevices holding black mud and maggots..."

"The Witch wore a Black Robe and liked to ride her broom across the sky, cackling madly and spreading lightning and storms, pretending the miracles of the Storm and Thunder God had come, stealing belief through such means."

"How dare he fabricate such lies about me, I will make him..."

"Don’t be hasty, let me finish."

Wayne, thoroughly enjoying his storytelling, didn’t give the Sky Goddess a chance to interrupt, continued with animated expression and rapid speech, "The old witch lived in a dark, dank cave, filled with all sorts of strange bottles and jars, with a constant foul stench that attracted swarms of flies..."

"The flies and maggots were the old witch’s favorite pets, as well as her preferred food. She had a hundred ways to cook maggots..."

"Enough, no more!"

The Sky Goddess interrupted angrily, glowering at Wayne.

"Why are you looking at me? It’s not like I wrote it. That’s what’s written in the scriptures of the Storm and Thunder Church, why would I lie to you?" Wayne stared back with wide eyes. Since the Goddess was also female, he found it easy to deceive her.

"Have you said your piece?"

"There’s one more part; after that, I’ll stop."

Wayne took a deep breath and, without pausing for air, finished the last part, "The old witch, that is to say, you, because of misusing storms and thunder to steal belief, the Storm and Thunder God could no longer tolerate it. He descended to the Mortal World, transformed into an extraordinarily handsome Prince, holding Thunder, and blasted the old witch into smithereens."

"Done?"

"Mhm, and you fell into a dung pit with a splash."

"..."

The Sky Goddess trembled with rage, her transparent body wobbling precariously, nearly shattering her silver teeth in fury. In her fit of anger, she raised her hand toward the tentacle...