Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 966 - 353: To tell you the truth, you are actually my father

Chapter 966: Chapter 353: To tell you the truth, you are actually my father

Time rewound two years prior, to the birth of the Inverted World.

Everyone looked up at the sky to see an enormous mirror, strands of black dust drifting down; on the other side was a tranquil and splendid world.

The secrets of magic exposed themselves that day without being coerced, and people spontaneously placed their faith in the gods, the rising instances of violence making their belief all the more frenzied.

The Church, after a brief surge in influence, encountered a precipitous decline.

Simply put, people realized that gods were unreliable; one couldn’t purchase divine protection even with a fortune, and the clergy of the Church were more rapacious than devils, akin to capitalists in their greed.

Faith in oneself trumped faith in gods!

For the people of Windsor, who even doubted the gods, trusting in a queen was naturally out of the question—the country erupted in chaos, with gunfire and flames reaching to the skies.

The reign of the Royal Family did not last long; after losing control over the military, their situation became much worse.

Queen Sophia convened a meeting of the Tulip Family at the Magical Department Headquarters; ninety percent were absent, leaving only a few sparse loyalists.

Vice Minister Ob, Ivette, and Alen did attend—they represented not only themselves but also their respective families, willing to continue their allegiance to the Royal Family.

As for how much loyalty there was...

One could only say that it varies from person to person.

Anyway, to Queen Sophia, Ob appeared ferocious, intermittently eyeing her neck and pinpointing the location of her carotid artery.

Sophia’s most trusted member of the Tulip Family, Austin, was absent; the Dark Knight was engaged in a bloody battle with the Death Knight in the West District Grand Cemetery, where they fought fiercely in a world shrouded in darkness, cutting down anyone who stood in their way like mere firewood.

The rest of the Tulip Family had collectively gone silent; under the apocalypse, they forwent maintaining their loyal façade, stockpiled food and arms in their homes, and discreetly formed non-aggression pacts with each other.

With the Royal Family’s future uncertain by the day, Sophia realized she could only rely on herself; her eyes red-rimmed, she hastily concluded the meeting and brought Ivette with her to Saint George Cathedral, and meanwhile summoned Prince Edward and Princess Elizabeth.

Joining the group were the Prince’s fiancée Carol and the Princess’s fiancé Alisa, both of whom possessed Divine Blood and could awaken powerful forces under the tumult of the Laws.

The Queen’s thoughts were not as straightforward; deceit ran deep within the familial bonds of the Royal Family, kin seeming less like kin but more like a confluence of interest, and under the influence of negative information, the Queen trusted her own children even less.

Sophia intended to drain her son and daughter of their Divine Blood for her own use.

Coincidentally, Edward and Juno harbored the same thoughts.

After a chaotic fight, Sophia acquired Edward’s Divine Blood, while Juno and Alisa made off with Carol’s.

Ob launched a surprise assault on Saint George Cathedral, but Herman and Ivette repelled him at the gates; after a fierce battle, all three perished together.

Three angels clashed in the Grey Space, their battle stretching to the cosmos’s limits, inadvertently unlocking the legacy space of Saint George; Sophia obtained the Oath Sword, while Juno and Alisa seized the remains of the Giant Dragon.

Thus, the Royal Family was split into the Queen’s Faction and the Princess’s Faction.

Juno, savvy in maneuvering and with a sharp political mind, knew well who in Lundan was worth courting and took the dragon bones to the West District Grand Cemetery.

Without a doubt, the Dark Knight and the Death Knight held the highest value; others paled in comparison.

The Dark Knight was not an option; as Austin, the Queen’s ex-lover, had been passionately involved with Sophia, and having lost his wife to the apocalypse, it was plausible for the two to rekindle their torrid affair.

To guard against a surprise from her mother, Juno went herself to the Death Knight, using the dragon bones as an icebreaker and formally established an alliance with him.

Meanwhile, Sophia executed her less useful husband and looked for Austin to reminisce about their past romance.

Sophia: "You’ve lost your wife and daughter; I’ve lost my husband and son—we’re a match struck by divine lightning."

Austin: "Get lost."

Initially, the Dark Knight disagreed, but with two angels at the Death Knight’s side, his hands were tied, and so he begrudgingly formed an alliance with Sophia.

The two sides delineated their territories, dividing the vast Lundan into two—a side for the Dark Knight/Queen and another for the Death Knight/Princess—with everyone else either choosing a side or meeting their death.

A sweeping purge continued for half a year, virtually eradicating the Church’s power, with the leftover riffraff not even worth mentioning, temporarily stabilizing Lundan’s situation.

During this standoff, Lundan was under a forced and surprisingly peaceful rule.

The Dark Knight, mourning his late wife, saw her bones turned into high-ranking soldiers by the Death Knight, complemented by Bone Dragons, making him a Dragon Knight with irreconcilable differences and no possibility of ceasefire.

After a brief calm, the conflicts escalated even more fiercely.

As the two knights grew stronger, the internal balance tilted; the Queen and Princess went from allies to attendants, and then from attendants to lackeys, living a constrained existence.

And so we reach today’s proceedings.

Austin set a trap to lure Juno, using a squad of Mage soldiers and the alluring Queen Angel as bait.

The Death Knight Wayne was of average intellect, decent in combat but often frantic; he depended entirely on Juno for strategy. She fell for the trap, planning to slay her mother with her own hands.

Capturing her alive would have been best—after all, she was the still-charming Queen, a prime subject for a maternal rebellion aesthetic.

The three female angels had been battling midair for over a year, growing intimately familiar with each other, unlikely to determine a victor without exterior support.