Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 951 - 349 Are You My Master?_2

Chapter 951: Chapter 349 Are You My Master?_2

Three phantom silhouettes stood erect in the sky, invisible rhythms collided, and the smooth expanse of space resembled a blank sheet of paper, crumpled at will by a mighty hand before being smoothed out again.

Looking at the endless devastation all around, Wayne sighed in relief that the Devil had the decency to fight behind a barrier, sparing the Mortal World from destruction.

He hoped that the next Devil to descend would be just as courteous.

Three auras crushed against each other, Hexuno’s the most noble and pure, Milne embodied both the Golden Rule and the Seven Deadly Sins, the most chaotic and the most powerful, and Wayne...

It wasn’t a question of strength; he was just too unnerving.

A whisper, chaotic yet pure, filled the creases of space around them, wrapping them in a layer of white flesh walls.

In terms of the ability to spread Corruption, he was undoubtedly the strongest present.

None of the three figures spoke. After Milne coalesced into a sphere, it seemed to lose the ability to organize speech, its thoughts caught in a crossfire between the frenzy of the Seven Deadly Sins and the tranquility of the Golden Rule, leaving its thinking in total disarray.

The Lord of Envy balanced the incompatibility of Hell and Heaven, but only superficially. In essence, Milne was a contradictory patchwork monster.

At first glance, it seemed stabilized, but it was full of bugs when it moved.

In such a state, Milne’s strength lay in its oddity, able to beat devils or angels of the same level, but it had lost the potential for further Evolution.

The Heavenly Father had opened a window for him, but the Lord of Envy had shut it and, not stopping there, had even welded the door shut.

Boom!!!

Milne roared in thought, its hundreds of eyes indiscriminately unleashing Holy Flame in all directions, which, though meant to be searing white, were now black as ink, taking the shape of the Seven Deadly Sins Melody.

"A powerful force, but at the end of its tether. If this is your final trump card...I can only say, you, with a mind devoid of reason, cannot conquer the world," Wayne murmured softly, weaving these words into his whispers and spreading them through the Great Eyeball.

It seemed Milne understood, its white wings fluttering as it lunged at Wayne.

Lies wouldn’t break one’s defenses; only the truth would.

As with Hexuno, Wayne repeatedly broke her defenses, not merely due to his shameless pride, but crucially because he spoke undeniable truths.

Milne’s defenses were shattered, unable to accept the truth and deeply convinced that the passing well-wisher, the Lord of Envy, was jealous of his talent.

His power surpassed that of The Seven Demon Kings; it wasn’t envy, it wasn’t Pride, not any of the Demon Kings – he truly was the chosen one destined to conquer the world.

The spherical flesh mass, over ten meters in diameter, was cumbersome but incredibly fast, reaching Wayne in the blink of an eye. Its hundreds of eyes all aimed at once, spouting black flames, attempting to reduce Wayne to a parched corpse.

Hexuno instinctively stood before Wayne, under Mona’s influence, she firmly shielded her master.

The Oath Sword held high overhead, the Golden Rule Ribbons wove and wound around it, the blade surged skyward, slashing fiercely at Milne.

At the same time, the shadow of the Eye of Judgment cast a golden beam, immobilizing Milne.

Wayne’s incessant whispering also took effect, disintegrating Milne’s mental defenses, like a baton stirring the melody of the Seven Deadly Sins Melody into further chaos.

The eyes on the flesh sphere fired wildly in all directions, like a headless fly without a destination. Facing the Oath Sword plummeting down, it could only spew demonic flames, forgetting even basic defense and evasion.

Swoosh!

The white light downstroke sliced from top to bottom, blooming across the pallid flesh sphere’s surface, its few severed eyes immediately dimmed and clouded over, emanating an eerie glow.

The next second, the cracks on the flesh sphere’s surface healed by themselves, apart from the dead eyes, seeming to cause no actual damage.

Hexuno, calm and composed, pushed Wayne aside and with each rise and fall of her sword precisely took a few eyes.

Wayne memorized this scene; by his understanding of Heaven, the Heavenly Father pursued evolution within The Void, aiming directly at the Ancient Gods, and might have already succeeded.

Angels are minions of the Heavenly Father, or perhaps products of experiments on the path of evolution; they too have embraced the path of The Void.

If that were true, Milne’s demonstrated resilience was not surprising; the essence of life in The Void far surpassed all, incredibly difficult to extinguish unless proven wrong in scholastic debate.

From afar, Wayne watched as Hexuno’s blade rose and fell, stripping the eyes from Milne’s body, and with them, its life force; perhaps this was Heaven’s method of executing traitors.

He took note; it might come in handy in the future.

Two minutes later, Hexuno calmly delivered the final blow, taking the last eye.

And with that eye closing, losing its luster, the pale flesh sphere could spew no more demonic flames, its life reached its end, unable to maintain its former appearance, melting white flesh rained down to the ground.

And with it scattered bits and pieces of information.

The Golden Rule Holy Words and the Seven Deadly Sins Melody.

The Book of Greed peered out.

Wayne sheathed his Black Greatsword, clapped his hands, and imperceptible tendrils roamed the area, directing The Book of Greed to retrieve the scattered information.

Lord Wayne was kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see this; he was willing to provide a warm home for them.

Just then, an unexpected turn arose, from the core of the white rotting flesh, a black demonic orb floated up.

A terrifying demonic might washed over all directions, the black light revealed the silhouette of the Lord of Envy, the Great Demon King watching Wayne and Hexuno with fury over the loss of his favored minion.

Again?

Wayne drew his Black Greatsword, expecting the Lord of Envy to descend upon the Mortal World once more. But he did not, instead, remaining only verbally abusive.