Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 340 - 167: Merely a Fatal Wound, Not Fatal at All

Hotel second floor.

At about the second floor, the originally spacious and bright corridor was now reduced to broken walls and ruins.

The air was filled with dust and the stench of blood, the collapsed ceiling was covered with smoke damage, and splatters of fresh blood were visible everywhere.

Next to the fallen walls and damaged doors, several cold corpses lay with eyes wide open in gray and white.

Philomena, sword in hand, arrived at the corridor and witnessed the scene before her, with a frightening gleam surging in her eyes.

No matter who the attackers were, or who the ambushers were, it was an undeniable fact that the Moonlight Church had suffered heavy casualties. If it really was the work of the Windsor Magic Department, she would make them pay for their blood debt in blood.

Ahead, the sounds of battle rang out.

Close combat was intense, and screams never ceased.

Philomena touched the ground with the tip of her foot, the blade swept through the air, drawing trails of silver light, as her figure flickered enigmatically.

At the end of the corridor corner, the team from the Moonlight Church was forced into a storage room, using a human wall as a meat shield, stubbornly blocking the battered iron door.

The "selves" from the Inverted World, like mad dogs, rammed against it, bereft of magic power, yet by their very essence of life were each a strongman, capable of tearing down walls and bricks with ease. By now, they had torn the storage room’s wall to shreds.

Seeing their despairing faces on the other side of the hole, the mad dogs grew even more malicious, charging forward in an insane frenzy.

Silver-white light streaked across the water-like clouds in the sky, and the piercing howls came to a sudden stop. One after another, heads fell to the ground, limbs twitching on their own.

The mirror space shattered, and these figures vanished.

"High Priest!"

Seeing the warrior woman they idolized, the remaining five were overjoyed, all bearing injuries, making their smiles all the more desolate.

Looking at the last five, Philomena was deeply apologetic, "I’m sorry, I was too late."

"High Priest, what kind of magic were those people using just now?"

"Our magic power’s been sealed..."

"Everyone’s dead..."

Philomena raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "They are ’ourselves’ from the Inverted World. I just encountered myself, and it took me a great deal of effort to escape the chase."

"Inverted World?!"

The group heard of such a world for the first time.

"Mirror Space, a world that stands in opposition to the God-chosen Continent, a world abandoned by the gods..."

Philomena briefly explained, frowning, "The inability to use magic power is because the enemy has set up a Forbidden Magic Domain. They won’t stop there. You can’t directly join the fight. Prioritize protecting yourselves; I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt."

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with resentment. Having an open fight and dying in battle is acceptable; dying to such low methods is too frustrating.

"High Priest, who are the enemies?" someone asked.

"We cannot determine that for now."

Philomena’s expression was grim. She had some guesses, but without evidence, she could not speculate wildly.

"High Priest, the hotel has been subjected to the Forbidden Magic Domain, and there’s the Inverted World you mentioned. If the enemies come in, they’ll face the same situation. How will they keep attacking?"

"It’s not that simple. If the enemy dares to do so, they will have their ways."

Philomena sighed helplessly, pondering what to do next.

First, she thought of the Golden Mage on the fifth floor; combat similarly ambushed them. If they could join forces against the enemy, it would benefit both parties.

After all, the enemy had come in full force, clearly not intending to leave any survivors, which provided a reason to cooperate.

Moreover, as Philomena suspected, the Golden Mage on the fifth floor was likely one of the Heavenly Father’s Court. Lusrel Fortress was within the territory of the Heavenly Father’s Court, which could exert pressure on the attackers’ force.

Without realizing, Philomena had already decided that the culprits were the Windsor Magic Department.

It was outrageous. She could not understand why the Magic Department would resort to murder. What benefits would it bring to Windsor by crossing the Moonlight Church so viciously? Could it be that members of the Death Church had infiltrated the higher ranks of the Windsor Magic Department?

Another point that Philomena found curious was the identity of the fifth-floor Golden Mage. The Holy Flame had personally witnessed it, of very high purity, impossible to mistake, but if it were the Mirror Space, what about the faith in Death they encountered?

Philomena was clueless and did not want to wait around for the enemy to show up. She opened her suitcase and looked at the items inside.

The Moon Shadow Tome!

The Forgotten Manuscript!

The Star Beast’s flesh!

The Fire Element Ring!

And a bottle of sealed Dragon Blood.

These five treasures were part of the Moonlight Church’s collection, requested by the Windsor Magic Department higher-ups. Five people, each wanting one thing.

Among these, the most precious was undoubtedly the Moon Shadow Tome, which involved the Moonlight Church’s faith magic. Even with numerous deletions, the recorded contents remained incredibly valuable.

The Moonlight Church headquarters, wanting to develop better in Windsor, made a decision that went against their ancestors’ will. They painfully offered up their secret, carefully redacted for the sake of trade.

In comparison, while the other items were also precious, their value was significantly diminished because they were not related to faith. freewebnσvel.cøm

Like the Dragon Blood!

The God-chosen Continent had no Giant Dragons, and Dragon Blood was not circulated in the market. Only a few churches had reserves, with origins that were difficult to investigate. It was only known that it dated back many years.

Philomena glanced over each item, lingering on the Star Beast’s flesh and the Dragon Blood for a long time. After much thought, she held the Sealing Bottle containing the Star Beast’s flesh in her hand.

"High Priest, what are you doing?"

A Silver Mage noticed Philomena’s choice and took the initiative to say, "If that’s the method of use, please let me do it. As your subordinate, I am more suited to take on this responsibility."

Philomena rejected the offer, saying decisively, "I am a Golden Mage, and even though I cannot use magic power, my reasoning can suppress the erosion. I can use it for a long time without being affected."