Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 667 - 274: Can This Family Ever Recover?_2

So, you and your son are well aware of each other’s identities?

Hefei’s head sank, feeling his bloodline was not that of a dragon, but of a donkey.

Upon another look, his daughter had perfectly inherited her donkey bloodline.

Mother and daughter had been utterly deceived by the damn father and son; in this family, they knew nothing.

Just wait until I get back, how I’ll deal with you! x2

Veronica glared at Wayne, there was no such scene in the diary!

Wayne touched his smooth scalp and coughed lightly with a clenched fist, "Teacher, Veronica, everything can be explained. I believe in Austin. There are too many people here; let’s have him kneel in front of us when we get back."

And you? x2

Wayne patted Veronica’s head and gave Hefei a look.

The effect was mediocre; he was so shameless he didn’t even have eyeballs, and Hefei couldn’t understand at all what he was trying to convey.

"Yuliya, take them out of here."

Wayne walked past the mother and daughter, glanced down at Austin with a shake of his head in disdain, and then approached Megan, who was half white and half black.

The White Dragon was nailed to the ground by dark lightning, murmuring lowly in pain.

Wayne couldn’t bear to look and reached out to touch the black lightning, trying to free it.

Upon contact, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

The darkness, like the flick of a snake’s tongue or dancing tentacles, roamed every corner of the White Dragon’s body. The pure white body soaked in dense dark energy, mutating from within, no longer could it be called a White Dragon.

Black Dragon!

The attack of the Divine Envoy seemed terrifying, grievously wounding Megan as if slaying a dragon. In reality, it granted Megan a new life, unlocking the second stage of her Dragon Blood’s evolution.

Because of the darkness, Megan could only evolve into a Black Dragon.

Wayne’s brows furrowed tightly, looking at Austin, who kept his head down without saying a word.

Wayne did not help Megan to be freed; she was destined to become the mount of the Dark Knight, just like Yuliya.

The difference was, Yuliya was a creation of the Goddess of Death, bestowed as a reward for the outstanding feats of Knights, whereas Megan was chosen by the Dark Goddess to aid and enhance the power of the Dark Knight.

Thinking this, he drew his sword and looked toward the Black Robe figure, shielding his family behind him, "Who are you?"

Hefei and Veronica were unwilling to leave through the portal. The most important people to them were here; they would not leave. One with a complex gaze looked at her husband and son, and the other at her fiancé and father. Even now, it was somewhat unbelievable.

In such a large place as Lundan, how unlucky was it for the Randao Family to come up with two Knights? x2

The Divine Envoy waved his hand and grasped the Twilight Deadlock, looking at the fully armed Death Knight silently for a moment.

After a while, he slowly said, "The Death Knight is actually the son of Austin. This was truly beyond my expectation, but as far as I know, the real Death Knight is in the Underworld Great Tomb beneath Paris. You are not the Death Knight; you are the next Knight chosen by the Goddess of Death."

"Who are you?"

"I am the Dark Knight appointed by the Goddess."

"Heh, so transform!"

Wayne sneered, tapping his Armor, "See this? This is what a God-chosen Knight looks like. You hold the Twilight Deadlock but cannot transform; what right do you have to claim yourself as the Dark Knight?"

How about you hand over the Twilight Deadlock, and I’ll show you what a real Dark Knight is!

The Divine Envoy was silent, giving no proof of his transformation.

Wayne had a hunch about the stranger’s identity but didn’t say it outright, proclaiming, "Whoever you are, whatever your purpose, you shouldn’t have swung your sword at the ones I love. You’re a dead man!"

White light surged violently in Wayne’s eyes. Had he not arrived in time, Hefei and Veronica would have been goners.

Perhaps the enemy would not be so ruthless to leave Hefei and Veronica alive, casting them into an eternal slumber to pressure Austin, letting him see a glimmer of hope in endless despair, and becoming a servant to the Dark Goddess in exchange for his wife and daughter’s revival.

But Wayne wanted neither. The Black Robe had crossed a line, and tonight he must die.

Woosh!

Death Essence carried the light of the sword, stirring a wild dance of the blade; the cold grey and dark light converged and fought furiously.

The Divine Envoy’s face in the black mist burst with a red glow, two ghostly crimson beams leapt before his eyes, the red light snaking across the ground, ripping through the deathly fog in an instant.

The red serpents opened their venomous mouths, clamping tightly onto the neck of the Death Knight, injecting a copious amount of dark light within.

Aoow!

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Wayne laughed heartily, shattering the two red beams with a single hand, lunging forward with his step. Disordered grey tentacles left traces of afterimages around him, crushing all vitality in their wake, returning everything to eternal calm.

Within the rolling darkness, the figure in the Black Robe was hazy and indistinct, only a pair of shining red eyes fixated on Hefei and Veronica behind the Death Knight.

Boom!

The Death Knight, sword in hand, charged into the darkness. The boundless Death Essence painted over, the grey tentacles burst forth, slashing through the darkness, all-encompassing and annihilating.

If the expression of darkness was devouring, then that of death would be erasure. Though differing in nature, they appeared remarkably similar to the naked eye.

Wayne, succeeding in his close approach, executed the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique with wide, powerful swings.

The sword’s light was ferocious, the Death Essence fierce. Twisted faces of mist seemed to be lurking within the dancing tentacles.

The Divine Envoy raised the Twilight Deadlock, fiercely meeting the heavy and powerful sword light with the roaring darkness.

Clang!!!

Twilight Deadlock clashed against Shadowmare.

The two Divine Artifacts were evenly matched, but the men wielding them were not.

The Divine Envoy felt an overwhelming force, explosive and unstoppable. Overpowered, he knelt on one knee, holding up the Twilight Deadlock for support, his body trembling as his face erupted in dark mist.