Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 647 - 268 Yellow Clothes, Tentacles

The grand hall was pitch-black, the passageway corridors were filled with a foul stench, and the ground, walls, and ceiling were covered with twisted, ferocious faces that gave one goosebumps with their dark and eerie decorative style.

Walking among them felt as though countless tentacles were wrapping around one’s body, dragging a person to become one with the hall.

It wasn’t an illusion; those omnipresent whispers, like sighs of some ancient creature, possessed the terrifying ability to corrupt human thought and flesh.

Ordinary people entering the grand hall would instantly lose their sanity and become eternally mad, and even powerful mages would morph into creatures resembling Nate after listening to too many whispers.

Wayne found it manageable; it was spooky, but it all depended on comparison—if compared to the Ancient Gods of Dragonheart Island, the whispers here were at best chaotic noise, sizzling and crackling, with a very poor signal.

Trivial stuff!

Wayne passed through the damp hall, stepping on the sticky faces, with no windows or lights around him—the only light source came from the luminescent, sticky liquid on the ground.

A stench of decay reigned, eerily still.

Upon entering the grand hall, Veronica had stopped breathing, realizing she was getting closer to her father, she couldn’t help but close her eyes to sense the power of the Sun Knight.

Wayne’s monstrous shell firmly enveloped both himself and Veronica, protecting her from the erosion of the whispers while also confining her thoughts within the shell.

Veronica tried to reach out with her thoughts, but couldn’t perceive the outside world; she cautiously glanced at Wayne.

She knew this was somewhat willful, but she longed for her family too much. Her father was inside the grand hall, and her mother might also be alive—she hoped Wayne would allow her to make contact with the outside world.

After all, finding her father was akin to finding the power of the Sun Knight; having a direction was better than wandering aimlessly.

"Wayne, let Veronica go. I’ll protect her; her thoughts won’t be interfered with," Valkyrie said, the power of the Sun Knight was in the grand hall, and she was getting a little impatient too.

Wayne pondered for a moment, lifted the restriction, and warned Valkyrie not to leave Veronica’s side, to always be worn by her.

The murmuring whispers swirled around, annoying Veronica slightly and giving her a headache. She furrowed her brows in confusion, as if she had heard similar sounds somewhere before.

If she remembered correctly, it seemed to be in Caforno Town, after entering the Gate of Truth, these kinds of sounds were everywhere.

Veronica’s feeling was not wrong; indeed, the source of the chaotic noise originated from the void, or to say, all sounds came from the void, born from different interpretations and manifesting in different ways.

Like Wayne, whose murmurs, after merging with The Book of Greed, polluted Saina’s thoughts and changed her life form, also originated from the void.

This was knowledge, information of life, determining the evolution of life.

Valkyrie’s thoughts were blessed by the Ancient Gods, making the whispers around unable to affect the Knight Armor and, consequently, unable to affect Veronica who wore the armor. But if Veronica took off the armor, the outcome...

The outcome would be hard to say.

Veronica had experienced the Gate of Truth and seen the vast magnificence of the void.

At that time, she was accompanied by a juvenile Tentacle Monster, which proactively absorbed the knowledge around it, ensuring that Veronicas thoughts weren’t too affected.

But even with just a touch, her thoughts had been slightly contaminated. The limited information conveyed by the whispers in the hall was unlikely to affect her substantially.

Similarly, Veronica and Chris had also undergone some changes at that time, something only Golden Mages had the privilege to encounter; experiencing it prematurely would inevitably affect the essence of their lives.

Wayne was not aware of this, nor was Valkyrie. Seeing Veronica lively and well, they allowed her to open her mind to sense the power of the Sun Knight.

"There are two..."

Veronica closed her eyes to sense, and said with a furrowed brow, "One is inside the grand hall, and the other... its moving fast, over there."

She pointed to the west: "That power is very faint, moving away from the grand hall as if fleeing."

Fleeing?

Could they have been exposed?

Wayne looked in the direction Veronica pointed to; if he wasn’t mistaken, that was toward the main body of the Black Mountain Range.

His heart skipped a beat as he analyzed the information Nate had shared—the Black Mountain Range enclosed Torgoguryr, and the sound of the ancient beast awakening meant that Torgoguryr might soon awaken.

How powerful it was, or why it required the power of the Sun Knight, Wayne couldn’t guess at the moment, but one thing was for sure, their whereabouts had been exposed.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

As Veronica searched for her father, Cushing, upon entering the Golden City, the Cushing contaminated into the head Priest sensed it and sent the divided power of the Sun Knight to the Black Mountain Range.

They must not succeed!

Wayne made up his mind, spoke quickly of his speculations, and headed straight for the depths of the grand hall following Veronica’s direction, also saying, "Splitting up is too dangerous. I’ll have Ah Xue monitor the situation at the mountain range. What we need to do is wake up Knight Entourage Cushing. As long as he wakes up, we can reclaim the power of the Sun Knight."

"Veronica, I might have to be rough on your father in a moment. The blow will be harsh, so don’t blame me."

"Okay."

Veronica nodded vigorously, she understood the gravity of the situation and was clear-headed, allowing Wayne to go ahead with what he needed to do, promising to help as long as they didn’t kill her father.

The monstrous shell picked up the skirt hem and moved at high speed. Time was pressing. Wayne, fed up with the pretense, let his short tentacles grow into 1.8-meter-long legs and ran like the wind, stunning the creatures guarding the grand hall.