Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 436 - 199: Who knows what year and month it will be, to have one’s wishes fulfilled

Chapter 436: Chapter 199: Who knows what year and month it will be, to have one’s wishes fulfilled

With the Heaven Holy Spear in hand, Mona’s strength climbed once more.

The continuous buffs amplified her personal capabilities to an unimaginable realm, her holy wings unfurling as if a true Angel had descended to the mortal world.

Not far away, Veronica’s eyes bulged out, and Vily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth and urgently said, "Veronica, that woman is even more dangerous than Senior Sister, get rid of her quickly."

Losing to one’s own people is not a disgrace; at worst, one can simply switch to sneaking around in the future, but losing to outsiders is absolutely unacceptable.

"Okay, when I get back I’ll..."

Veronica was about to agree when she suddenly balked, "Why should I care, she’s Wayne’s secretary, I have no authority to send people away."

"You idiot, you’re definitely going to regret this."

Vily was furious, and her karate chop hit... thin air.

Caught by Veronica.

Thud!

"Ouch!"

Returning a karate chop of her own, Veronica huffed and looked toward Mona, curious why such a powerful clergy member, capable of summoning Angels, was so obedient to Wayne.

It was more than obedience; she didn’t even resist when her butt was groped, clearly selling herself out to Wayne.

Such shameless behavior, Veronica had never even seen in Mister Lando’s office; there had to be a problem.

Boom!

The Holy Light Column pierced down, striking the white Giant directly in the chest, Holy Flame pouring into the dark maelstrom, two vastly different energies clashing and grinding against each other, again and again in mutual destruction.

From this scene alone, Heaven and Hell showed no sign of suppression.

The strong remain strong!

If the tyrant is strong, they can force their way through; conversely, if the bow is strong, it can force the tyrant into submission.

The BOSS’s transformation was interrupted, its full manifestation disrupted before it could be displayed. Under the scorching of the Holy Flame, the twisted faces screamed miserably, burning to ashes along with the black ooze.

As the white Giant’s carcass ignited, the black maelstrom lost its power and collapsed completely.

Without the restraint of the black maelstrom, the white Giant flailed its arms—its melting, rotten flesh falling to the ground—struggling for a while before finally dying entirely.

On the ground, a pile of rotten flesh emitted a foul stench, The Book of Hell quietly hovering above.

"Nice item, another read for outside of class," Wayne said as he waved his hand to roll in the vines.

It was at that moment that a Spatial Fissure tore open, and an arm reached out, firmly grasping The Book of Hell.

A white gloved hand, a black suit, and on the wrist, a luxury watch that was not cheap. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Who’s there, drop the Hell Device!"

Mona shouted loudly as the Heaven Holy Spear stabbed down fiercely, the dreadful Holy Flame under her will’s command forming into a lethal line, twisting space with its terrifying power.

A speck of light fell upon the white glove, not inflicting the slightest damage on the mysterious individual, who took The Book of Hell, closed the Spatial Fissure, and had no intention of revealing himself from beginning to end.

A sharp gleam erupted in Mona’s eyes as a thread of her consciousness chased through the Spatial Fissure. In the instant it closed, she caught a glimpse of the mysterious person’s appearance.

A suit and tie, a shirt and polished shoes—a spitting image of a social elite.

Mona saw the mysterious figure but couldn’t discern his face, his true countenance obscured by a dark mist, allowing her to only ascertain that the individual was male.

The background behind the mysterious person made her startled; Lundan, St. Paul Cathedral.

As the Spatial Fissure sealed, Mona landed on the ground in a daze, returning the Holy Spear to Wayne, relating that unbelievable scene.

Are there still masters in Lundan?

Wayne was puzzled as well, speculating that the mysterious person came from the Magic Department, possibly one of the few Legendary Mages, and that the backdrop of St. Paul Cathedral was fabricated, intended to deceive or intimidate Mona.

"Boss, that theory is a bit shaky."

Mona, with her intelligence fully online, spoke from a detective’s perspective, "The mysterious person had the power to take the book at any time, yet he did not until you saw the book. It’s clear he’s challenging you."

"It’s possible..."

Mona glanced at Wayne, "He knows your true identity. The Cathedral represents The Church, he wants you to know that he is aware."

"He knows shit!"

Wayne scowled, urging Mona not to speculate wildly. If the mysterious person really knew his identity, they wouldn’t use the Cathedral as a backdrop.

The Death Church would be more suitable!

However, Mona’s analysis wasn’t without merit.

If she was right, there was a traitor within The Church, and the intelligence about Wayne being a Reincarnated Angel had spread within a certain circle.

"Boss, the mysterious person is definitely in Lundan, that much I’m certain of," Mona said, frowning slightly. "To better protect you, I hope to be by your side at all times."

Implicitly, she didn’t want to be placed aside any longer, suggesting she move into his house, not just as a secretary but also moonlighting as the butler, bodyguard, driver, and pillow.

You’re such a try-hard!

Wayne rolled his eyes, postponed the conversation with a "we’ll discuss it later," and assured Mona that for her contributions in this battle, she would be well rewarded upon their return.

"Boss, what about the rewards from last time?"

"We’ll settle it all together. I always keep my promises, no skimping on your cut," Wayne replied offhandedly, instructing Mona to immediately contact the members of the investigation team, declaring their vacation over, and ordering their prompt return to work.

"By the way, the two Secretary Officers, the Queen’s decree is in their hands. It’s time for an audit, and they must be present," he added.

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That night.

The Snow Family’s mansion was ablaze with lights as members of the investigation team went in and out of the study at high speed, barely touching the ground.

With the size and scope of the Snow Family’s affairs, the few dozen people in the investigation team surely couldn’t cover it all. Secretary Officer Sandy, holding the Queen’s decree, contacted members of the local Magic Department and brought in a large number of municipal clerks to assist in the case.