Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 928 - 342: Dark Church Pope_4

Chapter 928: Chapter 342: Dark Church Pope_4

Whether it’s Dark Knight Austin or Dark Knight Wayne, they both stand with Wayne.

The Dark Saintess does too.

Even the Dark Goddess herself!

What can The Pope of the Dark Church do to fight them? Charge in and splatter everyone with blood?

"Even a Dark Knight can’t act like this!"

Ivan, undaunted by the name of God-chosen Knight, was determined to avenge Wayne; so what if someone was a Dark Knight? Weren’t they just another man and not Wayne’s real father? Why shouldn’t he seek justice for his daughter?

Even if the Dark Knight was Wayne’s real father, he should still respect the purity of the Holy Maiden; otherwise, if the body through which the Goddess descends into the mortal world is sullied, the God-chosen Knight would also face calamity.

Ivan was not afraid at all; precisely because he was a Dark Knight, he should stand by him to uphold justice for the Holy Maiden.

"Of course, God-chosen Knights like Sun, Moonlight, and Death also support the Lando Family, and they have a great relationship with Wayne!" Anastasia emphasized, the night in Lundan was too sultry and hot. Go back to the Ross Federation, it’s cool there and a good refuge from the heat.

"So many Knights..."

Ivan couldn’t grasp how the Lando Family united such a group of Knights and secured their full support, anxiety in his voice, "Anna, tell me, did that boy threaten you with these Knights?"

"No, it was my own decision."

"Of course, he threatened you."

"..."

Anastasia massaged her temples, taking a moment before saying, "No matter what you think, the Lando Family has the support of the God-chosen Knights. The Dark Church must and can only support the Lando Family. As the Pope, you cannot act on a whim. Do you understand?"

Which of us is the father, and which is the Pope? Do you want to hear what you’re saying?

Ivan let out a cold huff to show his disdain.

Anastasia followed with a cold snort, raising her hand to brush away the hair at her ear.

Ivan instinctively stepped back, realizing that she was just adjusting her hair, moved a step forward to return to his original position.

Anastasia could not help but feel exasperated yet amused, her tone warming, "I know you’re concerned about me. Things aren’t as bad as you think. I’m fine, and Wayne... he’s fine, too. A very elegant gentleman. He did not covet my beauty, nor did he exploit my thoughts."

"Then what’s the deal with these clothes you’re wearing, why are you living in his house, and why did you falsely claim a Divine Decree, demanding I bring the treasure here?"

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t!"

Anastasia’s tone turned cold, raising her hand towards the door, "Leave Lundan now, Your Holiness the Pope, don’t force me to ask you to leave Lundan!"

"Anna, to support that young man, you’d speak to me like this?"

"Yes."

"..."

Anastasia was resolute, the typical behavior of forgetting one’s father for a man. Ivan looked at the shabby, drafty old cotton coat that embodied his daughter, and felt incredibly frustrated.

He went off on her with a stream of curses that could pass as sophisticated banter, angering Anastasia, her face chilling like frost.

She would not allow anyone to speak about Wayne like that, not even her father.

"Ivan, I’ll say it one last time, these are the Divine Decrees of the Goddess. You are the Pope, and I am the Holy Maiden. We need not think nor doubt; we just need to follow the guidance of the Divine Decree," Anastasia dropped the ultimatum, demanding Ivan leave Lundan immediately.

"Anna, you fabricated a Divine Decree for him..."

"Get out!"

"..."

Ivan was kicked out by his daughter, cursing under his breath with each step, ’Ёбтвоюмать,’ the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He, as a father, had been wronged; there was no reason Wayne’s father should have it any better.

He would put on a mask and go beat someone up!

No, wrong; there was no need for a mask. His daughter had been deceived; they were the victims and should confront the issue openly and honorably.

Charge!

...

The next day, at Lando Manor.

A black car exited the gates of Lando Manor, heading directly towards the Magical Department Headquarters.

Megan was driving, Austin in the back, toying with an ancient silver coin and humming a tune quite contentedly.

He hadn’t seen that annoying little trash can recently; the quality of his life was assured – even if his lips remained sealed, his honest body had betrayed him a long time ago.

The darkness encroached, and the car entered a Dark Domain.

"Master, it’s the Life Force Field of a Legendary Mage," Megan said expressionlessly.

"The aura of darkness..."

Austin slowly opened his eyes, a hint of displeasure in his gaze at this familiar presence. If he wasn’t mistaken, it must be the Envoy of the Dark Goddess.

Again?

Will this ever end?

"Master, should we break through?"

"No need, let’s meet and see who it is..."

Austin stepped out of the car. If this was indeed the Envoy of the Dark Goddess, then perhaps the purpose of this visit was different from before. Considering the task on the Icebound Continent, he speculated that the Dark Goddess had contacted her knight to assign a new quest.

Megan stood behind Austin, watching the depths of the darkness coldly.

Ivan strode forward, asking, "Austin Lando?"