Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 666 - 274: Can This Family Ever Recover?

"I am so disappointed..."

Wayne, grasping Shadowmare, strode towards Austin.

The portal opened, and the undead warhorse wrapped in cold light stepped out, its physique robust and strong, with a skull swirling in black smoke, its fanged teeth interlocking, emitting purple flames from its nostrils and mouth.

The Undead Warhorse Yuliya.

Her appearance dismissed any chances of luck for everyone present and confirmed Wayne’s identity as a Death Knight.

It was thanks to that phone call from Juno that Wayne could appear here. After the butler, Philark, received the call and could not contact Wayne, he called Secretary Mona. Knowing the urgency of the situation, she contacted her master telepathically through their servant-master contract to inform him of the reason.

Wayne had just arrived in the suburbs of Lundan City, contemplating striking while the iron was hot by inviting Verily and her family for a casual meal, and incidentally showing off his substantial financial power to his in-laws.

Upon receiving the telepathic transmission, he immediately jumped out of the car and ran madly, summoning Yuliya to arrive at the battlefield at the fastest speed.

At this moment, Mona was outside the spatial barrier, wearing yellow clothes of the Pale Nest. Ah Bin, Ah Bo, Ottilia from the library, and a crowd of Resentful Spirits were on their way.

The forces were strong, and the encirclement was about to form. Without his command today, even an ant wouldn’t be allowed to leave.

Austin closed his eyes, tightly clutching an ancient silver coin as he slowly sat down on the ground. He did not like Wayne because, upon looking in the mirror, he disliked everything about himself.

Today was the exception; the little trash bin looked surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

The decaying death essence twirled and rose, a grey vortex surged violently, and the dark, fierce armor coalesced. The Death Knight enshrouded in black smoke took form.

"..."x2

Juno and Celeste stared dumbfounded as the torn cape swept past them, racking their brains but still unable to understand how Wayne, who was suspected to be a Reincarnated Angel, had become a Death Knight.

This was even more preposterous than Austin being the Dark Knight.

Besides, could the Lando Family cope with having two God-chosen Knights in the family? Were they fighting every day?

"Tea, teacher?!"

Juno muttered in confusion, going from bewildered to incredulous, and back to bewildered, demanding an explanation from Celeste.

Celeste had sworn that she and the envoy from the Papal State were friends. After spending a lot of money on important intelligence and following various clues, they had deduced that Wayne was the Reincarnated Angel.

But now, where was the Reincarnated Angel? Clearly, there was only a Death Knight.

Celeste was even more confused, murmuring that it couldn’t be right. Based on the gossip and Mona’s behavior, all evidence had pointed towards Wayne.

It had to be the Reincarnated Angel, there could be no mistake. So...

Could there be a possibility that being a Death Knight and a Reincarnated Angel was not contradictory? That one person took on two roles, that of a so-called Angel of Death?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How could a Death Knight be a Reincarnated Angel? The Goddess of Death might agree, but the Heavenly Father wouldn’t allow it!

Not every member of the Magic Department was a double agent ≠ Heaven and Hades also had double agents. They had a singular faith, which was very restrictive, you know!

Juno did not believe such an absurd deduction. Celeste was talking nonsense, trying to argue in the face of facts, clearly unwilling to take responsibility for the misinformation.

At that moment, Celeste shivered. If Wayne wasn’t a Reincarnated Angel, their identities from the Holy See would be useless, and their status in the Royal Family would be even less valuable.

With both a Death Knight and a Dark Knight present, the Lando Family would certainly kill all the informed witnesses present to keep the secret.

Like him and Juno, who were outsiders!

Celeste desperately made eye signals; the Divine Envoy over there also looked like someone who killed without blinking an eye. Taking advantage of the conflict between both sides, now was the best chance to leave.

If they didn’t leave now, it would be too late!

Juno pondered for a moment, shook her head slightly, and realized that even if they escaped, the result would be the same.

If the Divine Envoy won, she would face the pursuit of the Dark Knight; if the Lando Family won, the Death Knight would target her for elimination.

She could run for a while, but not for a lifetime. As a princess, she couldn’t just escape from Windsor.

On the contrary, she had called to provide a tip-off, and both morally and logically owed the Lando Family a favor. By staying, she might be able to ally with the Death Knight.

Celeste was sweating profusely, yet Juno showed the resolve of a commander. Since she couldn’t run away, she might as well wait and see.

And, truly, the battle between the Death Knight and the Dark Knight was a grand-scale war, not an event just anyone had the privilege to witness.

Because they were unacquainted, Celeste and Juno quickly accepted the premise that Wayne was the Death Knight. Veronica and Hefei, on the other hand, were more shocked and agitated by the revelation that Wayne was the Death Knight than by Austin being the Dark Knight.

The main reason was that Austin had been exposed earlier, and the Dragon Blood mother and daughter were deeply shocked. The impact was so great that they were in the midst of reconstructing their worldviews. They felt that after tonight, nothing else could surprise them more.

It was laughable: my husband/father is the Dark Knight, could there be anything more outrageous than this?

Indeed, there was!

Her son/fiancé was the Death Knight!

Veronica felt a pain in her chest as her world spun around her. She wracked her brain for a rational explanation to exonerate Wayne and to convince herself.

It was all an illusion; her fiancé was not a Death Knight; everything could be explained.

Hefei’s thoughts were similar to Veronica’s. Her husband was the Dark Knight, which was misfortune enough, and now her dearest son was revealed to be the Death Knight. With outright rebels in the family and enemies all around, could their family ever recover?

Thinking of this, Hefei couldn’t help but embrace Veronica.

Sweetheart, tell mommy you’re not any sort of knight, right?

Turning her head, she saw her grinning scoundrel of a husband, three parts relieved, three parts joyous, and four parts utterly unburdened, as if with Wayne’s arrival, the enemies opposite were as good as defeated.