Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 668 - 274 Can This Family Ever Get Better?_3

"Die!"

Wayne growled deeply, pressing down on Shadowmare with all his might, as the grey tentacles around him swarmed in, pushing through the thick dark fog and entwining around the figure wrapped in the Divine Envoy’s black robe.

Hiss!

The tentacles sliced the Divine Envoy at the waist into three parts, as Shadowmare overwhelmed the Twilight Deadlock, cleaving towards the Divine Envoy’s head. After dodging, the blade cut through the shoulder and sliced downward to the abdomen.

The tentacles danced, coiling around the shattered body of the Divine Envoy, lifting it high into the air.

A surge of white light flashed in Wayne’s eyes, as pure death energy shook sound waves, like a magic power tidal wave burst forth in an instant, completely corroding the body of the Divine Envoy in the blink of an eye.

"Gurgle!" x4

Your average Joe, to speak the truth, the son is way more impressive than the father. x4

Watching Wayne single-handedly thrash the Dark Knight, adeptly wielding the Death Knight’s might, Celeste and Juno couldn’t help but abandon their wishful thinking — this is what a Death Knight is, in no way related to the Reincarnated Angel.

As for the strange symbols on Mona, they could also be explained in plain terms: a Death Knight is also human and has desires too, having caught a pure nun and thoroughly tainting her.

Coming from a noble family of high society, her skills of corruption were top-notch, leading to Mona’s downfall.

Hefei stood there, dumbfounded, witnessing her son’s transformation into the quintessential image of a Death Knight, devoid of any humanity, sorrowful and frustrated, knowing her son could never return.

And then, the real loser here was the father, having to rely on his son to save the day at the critical moment.

So handsome!

Veronica’s eyes shone, and although there were facts to consider, setting them aside, he really was incredibly handsome!

In the arena, the black mist reassembled, returning to the form of the black robe.

The black fog, the red eyes, the sinister darkness enveloping his entire body — he seemed to be unharmed.

"Cackles, nicely done with the body double trick. Who was that just now, and how many more corpses do you have hidden inside your body?" Wayne approached with his sword, his laughter sounding utterly refreshing.

His character might have slipped a bit, but Wayne wasn’t the least bit flustered.

If Hefei asked about it, he would just say it’s a negative side effect of the Death Knight’s transformation; once it’s reversed, he’s still the same sunny and cheerful big guy.

If Veronica asks, no explanation needed, just seal her lips with a kiss.

If Austin asks...

It’s none of your damn business!

Wayne was late to the scene and didn’t witness Arlen’s arrogance, so he wasn’t aware that the body double the Divine Envoy had left behind was either a Legendary Mage or the deputy director of the Magic Department.

The Magic Department once had three deputy directors — one died devoured by the Void Worm, another from darkness consumption, both bodies intact and both related to the Lando Family.

That’s what you call loyalty!

Humming...

The Life Force Field spread out, enveloping Wayne in an almost pale world.

He looked around; this was a world on the verge of collapse, inherently false, crumbling upon touch. Even an ordinary Golden Mage couldn’t contain it, let alone a Death Knight wielding Shadowmare.

The Divine Envoy planted the Twilight Deadlock into the ground and said slowly, "I come by the command of the Goddess. Death Knight, you shouldn’t interfere. You’ve disrupted the Dark Knight’s awakening."

Just as I thought!

The Divine Envoy claiming to be a God-chosen Darkness was just a deception; his sole purpose was to make Austin awaken amidst suffering and fully grasp the Twilight Deadlock.

The Dark Goddess had chosen Austin from the start, never intending to temporarily control the Twilight Deadlock or send someone to find a God-chosen substitute. It was all just a game by the Dark Goddess.

The Goddess had been training Austin all along, showing leniency towards her chosen one by not insisting he start immediately but simply waiting.

Austin, obsessed with money and the warmth of his wife and children, lost himself in the pleasures of a capitalist, demonstrated disdainful efforts, and advanced only slightly in power, which was far from enough, resulting in the Dark Goddess’s endless wait.

Would you just transform already!

Even the gods are getting numb waiting.

The Divine Envoy said, "A crisis that could destroy the world has emerged on the Icebound Continent. Currently, we have God-chosen Knights of Nature, the Sun, and the Moon holding the fort, but that’s not enough. The awakened Dark Knight must join them."

"As for you, Death Knight, you should have received the Divine Decree from the Goddess of Death to go to the Icebound Continent, not to stop me here!"

The Divine Decree of the Goddess of Death has nothing to do with me, Wayne. If anyone is to go, it would be the Headless Knight!

Wayne looked down upon the thought within himself, curious if the Headless Knight had received the Divine Decree, and if so, whether the Goddess of Death had noticed her God-chosen had betrayed her?

He couldn’t fathom it at all, as the Headless Knight fell under the control of the Devil Alliance, and the Goddess of Death faced the Minotaur’s Axe; was she truly indifferent, not caring at all?

If so, Wayne could only label the Goddess of Death as having a serious cuckoldry inclination. freēnovelkiss.com

What the gods might think, Wayne had no clue. What he did know was that while he was around, Hefei and Veronica wouldn’t get hurt, Austin would not plunge into despair and suffering, and thus he couldn’t completely awaken into the Dark Knight.

"Twilight Deadlock, what a tight spot you’re in, serving the Dark Goddess must be no easy task."

Wayne sneered, "I advise you to give up that notion. As long as I’m here, Austin won’t become the Dark Knight."

"He must become the Dark Knight. I may not be able to defeat you, but the Goddess has chosen him, he’s destined to bear the pain."

"How about that, expecting a next time, eh?"

Wayne, brimming with killing intent, "I don’t care how Austin suffers; all I know is that I can’t stand even the slightest grievance, let alone pain. If the Dark Goddess insists on this, I’ll kill every Dark believer on the God-chosen Continent and make sure she gets nothing."

"Blasphemer, how dare you speak like that!" the Divine Envoy bellowed in anger.

Crackling and clanging!