Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 961 - 351 Wayne, You Are Born!_4

Chapter 961: Chapter 351 Wayne, You Are Born!_4

The explosion of magic power lasted only a moment before stopping. Galver spat out white foam from his mouth and nose. His handsome face slowly melted away, with one eyeball dangling beside his collapsing nose, the entirety of him flowing out from the white armor.

A wisp of blue light erupted, and at the critical moment, Galver’s thoughts escaped from his body.

Around the dome, the vaporized foam gathered into tentacles, descending from the sky and merging with the sticky flesh mass on the throne.

Wayne, clad in Moonlight Armor, holding White Night Purity Words, looked at the ethereal thought body in midair and tilted his head, smiling slightly, "You’re mistaken, I am the Moonlight Knight, not a Death Knight."

"Nonsense, White Night Purity Words has always been in my hand."

Galver flew into a rage on the spot, unaware that his thoughts were influenced by the whispering voices, greatly stimulated by the negative information, causing him to lose control of his emotions and fall into the most irrational state.

He waved his hand, pulling out a set of alchemical puppets from his personal space, his thoughts residing within them, barely constituting a new body.

This body was only for temporary use, not to mention synchronizing with his thoughts; it couldn’t even maintain basic balance. He yelled out loud, his thoughts sweeping the area, demanding everyone to come immediately.

No one answered, nor did anyone come.

It wasn’t like Galver had ordered earlier, creating as much noise as he wanted but forbidding anyone from disturbing his meditation.

That was foolish.

The elites of the Moonlight Church knew that Galver was under attack, touchy and difficult, thrusting him into a tough battle, forcing a call to the cannon fodder to come and die.

Even the Moonlight Knights found it challenging, what good would it be for them?

Laughable, they really were just cannon fodder!

Everyone was indifferent to the outside world affairs, those packing continued, and those acting as bait, acted.

If Galver won, he’d claim it was his order and not to disturb;

if the attacker won, no, how could one call it an attacker? It was clearly a leader setting things right, His Holiness the Pope had arrived, loyal to Paris!

Galver’s calls were in vain, shaking with anger. In his fury, he completely failed to notice a few white raindrops falling onto the puppet body.

He gestured and White Night Purity Words appeared as light.

Wayne, deprived of White Night Purity Words, saw his Moonlight Armor vanish on its own. The legacy of the knights was like this; the predecessor held absolute control. As long as Galver didn’t let go, even if Wayne got the White Night Purity Words, they were just a fire stick to him.

Wayne was not disappointed. The battle was just in its testing phase, and he had already found Galver to be terribly inadequate, not even fit to carry shoes for Dreyne.

As fellow Moonlight Knights, the hexagonal archer Dreyne thoroughly crushed Galver, tossing him through hundreds of curves.

Galver’s inadequacy lay not only in his strength but also due to the erosion of negative information from the Inverted World. Wayne’s whispers could unknowingly impact him.

In midair, Galver stood proudly, the puppet’s face, its Magic Stone Eyeballs stared intently at Wayne.

There was no exhilarating battle, no deafening explosions; the two just stared at each other, motionless, for a full ten minutes.

Gradually, Galver couldn’t hold on any longer. His thoughts riddled with holes, under the continual harassment of the whispers, he voluntarily gave up the White Night Purity Words.

As his thoughts collapsed, Galver left without a word. The ownerless puppet fell from the sky and shattered on impact, blending with the scattered bones on the ground.

Wayne sat high on the White Bone Throne, holding the White Night Purity Words, and upon hearing The Book of Greed wail, he simply smiled without a word.

"Jee Jee Jee Jee————"

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Meanwhile, in a corner of the Inverted World, a beautiful woman with an icy face looked up toward Paris, disdainfully uttering, "What’s the deal, the White Night Purity Words changing hands just like that, willing to take any trash, being so indiscriminately hungry?"

She bet it was another worthless one, or else she’d eat all the chips in her personal space!

"Lucky it’s the Inverted World. With such a successor, I wouldn’t want it even if it were offered for free."

Dreyne hummed twice, burying his head to continue the mission: "Speed things up, this world has reached the brink of collapse, if we don’t move now, I’ll get dragged in too."

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