Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 393 - 184 Better than Divine Blood_3

Philomena sheathed her sword, her eyes radiating silver moonlight, as a black rift rose behind her, piercing straight up into the sky for a hundred meters, as the majestic curtain slowly parted to both sides.

After the setback at the Capital Grand Hotel, she had requested a large amount of resources from Moonlight Church headquarters, among which were four artifacts inherited by the Moonlight Church.

Four obelisks the size of cards, carved from heavy black stone with a metallic sheen, of a material that was unclear and might not even be stone.

The obelisks had complex magic arrays carved on their backs, encircling the phantom image of the Moonlight Goddess at the center, and their fronts each depicted one of the four phases of the moon: Dark Moon, Waning Moon, New Moon, and Full Moon.

Bound to Philomena’s thoughts through a special link, the four cards were stored in a mobile Dark Domain, ensuring they could be carried with her without severely taxing her mind.

The four cards hovered in mid-air, following the trajectory of the moon’s phases, an invisible force emanating outward, increasing the pressure on Mona, who was a heretic.

Philomena was not targeting Mona deliberately; she was not a Legendary Mage and using all four artifacts at the same time was inevitably taxing.

Leaking some of her aura was inevitable, and if it caused inconvenience for Mona...

It doesn’t matter; let’s just say it was intentional.

The cycle of the moon’s phases.

The halo flowed like silk, rippling with an elegant and tranquil light like flowing water, silently nurturing all things, brushing over the earth in an exceedingly gentle manner.

The triple seals, including the Moonlight Sealing Barrier behind Philomena, were swept over by the moonlight like flowing water, instantly erasing any traces.

The moonlight is beautiful, yet watch with caution.

Having dealt with these, Philomena gathered the four cards, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and snorted neither too lightly nor too heavily, "The enemy is not just the Devil but also a Legendary Mage. The upcoming battle has nothing to do with your Holy See. There is still time for you to leave now."

Mona snorted coldly, ignoring the comment, and stepped into the Dark Domain with her holy lance in hand.

Complex knowledge from all directions flooded in, touching her mind, allowing Mona to hear the overlapping whispers.

Her eyes glazed over, but the Stigmata on the back of her hand lit up, helping her to dispel the endless temptations.

Philomena caught this scene and speculated about Mona’s true identity, resembling an Angel but not quite; she took note, which might be a new humanoid weapon invented by the Holy See.

She unfolded a Life Barrier, blocking the surrounding fragmented whispers, and looked into the distance. With her understanding of the Dark Domain, she spotted the platform where the Obelisk was located at the first opportunity.

Two beautiful figures descended with fluttering wings, and within a few breaths, they successfully landed on the platform.

Before her eyes, all of the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s thoughts were here, churning black mists rolling endlessly, colliding again and again...

"What is this?"

Philomena stared dumbfounded at the strange combination of the Great Eyeball and tentacles, as well as Chris, who was wrapped up in the tentacles mid-air, at a loss for a moment, unable to discern which side was the enemy.

Anyway, there were no good guys here.

Mona had seen Wayne’s revered countenance long ago. An Angel’s appearance surpassed worldly beauty. Whether terrifying or ugly, it was meant to deter the Devil.

She wasn’t a Devil; she termed that repulsiveness as sublime authority.

Mona wielded her holy lance, unleashing scorching Holy Flame to attack the Thousand-Eyed Demon. The elemental advantage was astounding, the potency remarkable, forcing the demon to abandon a large amount of its thoughts and retreat frantically back into the body of the blond man to avoid being severely injured by the Holy Flame.

"It’s you again!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon gritted its teeth in frustration, missing its chance by just a hair’s breadth; it was so close to breaking through the defense and obtaining the perfect body.

A nun who had fallen and been toyed with by his minions had somehow washed away her filth and obtained the power of an Angel; it was outrageous!

The demon knew that it wasn’t because Mona and Philomena were too fast, but because he had been too slow, wasting precious time.

This also proved his guess was right, the young mage was lucky to have a perfect body.

Wayne thought to himself how close the call had been, experiencing a possession for the first time and almost gotten invaded by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

He was actually quite curious, after the thinking of the Thousand-Eyed Demon entered the body, whether The Book of Greed would start to ’eat’ and if it ate, what eating method would it employ?

Because the risk was too high and there was a real possibility of being possessed, he gave up on the idea of letting it into his body.

"Boss!"

Mona came up to Wayne, spear in hand, standing straight and tall, though she was quite keen to call him ’Master’ to affirm her status, she finally complied with Wayne’s earlier command when the words reached her lips.

The Master was still undercover and could not reveal his identity.

"Boss..."

"You’re Wayne?!"

Philomena’s eyes went wide, unable to believe her boyfriend was in such a state, she quickly found an excuse for him, having an epiphany, "I get it now, the Devil contaminated your thoughts, making you into one of The Forgotten."

Speaking, she cautiously approached Wayne, avoiding the randomly thrashing tentacles, and asked with concern, "How do you feel, are you still able to maintain your sanity?"

Wayne cursed his bad luck inwardly, as Philomena had seen the truth, and if he didn’t come up with a reasonable explanation, he would probably have a hard time deceiving her in the future.

What excuse should he make up?

Wayne thought for a whole 0.25 seconds before blurting out a lie, his white face splitting into a cross-section, opening a toothless wide mouth: "It’s not a big problem, just pollution from the Devil, give me a few minutes to rest and I’ll return to my original form."

Philomena nodded her head, believing Wayne’s nonsense.

Wayne had previously helped her expel the contamination from the flesh of the Star Beast, there was a successful case, so she believed her boyfriend would go back to looking human.

But this one in front of her...

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"Stupid woman, I never contaminated his thoughts,"

the Thousand-Eyed Demon scoffed coldly: "You don’t even know what he is, yet you dare to believe his words, how delightful it is, even I, a Devil, would exclaim ’Devil’."

Philomena’s brows furrowed, displeased, "Keep your divisive tricks to yourself, I don’t believe in him, but should I believe you, a Devil?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon rolled its eyes, wondering how it had never encountered such a foolish woman.

At this moment, another voice joined the conversation.

The elf transformed Obelisk stepped out of the darkness, his gaze burning into Wayne, drooling as he said, "Protogenos Bloodline, offspring of a God, the blood of the very first Ancestors, coupled with the blessing of an Ancient God..."

"Wayne, your potential is even greater than that of Divine Blood!"

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"Ancient God?!"

"Protogenos?"

"Ancestors?"

"What are you talking about, no, who are you?"