Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 454 - 205: Devil Alliance, Familiars Descend

Having received Wayne’s promise, Austin no longer persisted. By virtue of the old man’s priority status, he obtained the gauze from Megan’s hands.

Wayne curled his lip, thinking that if it were Philark, the gauze would certainly have been his.

"Megan, I want to pet the cat!"

"Very well, young master, please wait a moment."

After Megan finished bandaging Austin, she turned to go to the main house to find the cat, and Austin followed her to start his usual pitiful act.

It was not important whether the wife believed him or not; what mattered was having the right attitude.

"As far as I know, the selection of the Holy Maiden of the Naturalism Church takes at least six months, involving many processes. After Hefei submitted the recommendation form, a specialized person from the headquarters will come to verify and assess whether you are qualified as a candidate,"

Austin had a profound understanding of the selection process of the Holy Maiden, having experienced it once twenty years ago: "Although she is a High Priest and a local from Lundan, she made her name in Paris and doesn’t have a strong control over the Windsor District. That Holy Maiden named Flora is likely to make small moves soon. You’d better be careful not to give her any leverage."

"For example..."

"Such as being overly intimate with the High Priest of the Moonlight Church!"

Austin warned, "And you have been too close to the Heavenly Father’s Court. These are all negative points. With a little manipulation, Flora could create a public opinion to pull you down."

"What about my identity as the heir of the Lando Family?"

"That is a positive point, but the Magic Department has no good intentions, and neither does the Naturalism Church. Remember not to really become the Saint Heir."

"Understood."

"You’d better understand!"

Austin snorted coldly and, unable to hold back, angrily said, "Also, your disastrous private life. How many people have you taken to the cinema?"

"They’re all friends."

"Friends who booked the entire theater?"

"Maybe it’s a coincidence. I don’t have many friends. It’s always the same few." frёeωebɳovel.com

"..."

Austin, too angry to speak, arrived in front of the main house and just happened to meet Megan holding Monica. Without saying a word, he directly grabbed the cat into his arms.

He petted her with vigor.

Monica rolled her eyes, as if her soul were being petted away.

Wayne looked on enviously and reached out to pet her as well.

"Meow ugh meow———"

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Paris, Underworld Great Tomb.

The catacombs, built from heaps of skeletons, twisted and turned like a vast underground labyrinth. As one walked through, the deep roars could sometimes be heard, and the mournful wails of the deceased were enough to send chills down one’s spine.

Death was fearsome. As it instilled fear of life’s impermanence, it simultaneously taught the value of cherishing life.

No matter how rich you were in life or how noble your status, after death, you were just a casually discarded pile of dry bones. Cherish the present, value the fleeting life.

If you can’t extend the length of your life, then expand its breadth!

Perhaps that was the original intent of the Underworld Great Tomb, but that was certainly not the case now. The creator and owner of the Great Tomb, the notorious Death Knight, was now a pitiable puppet without a head, a horse, or a sword.

He could not represent death; his honor had been stripped by the Devil, and he became the Devil’s knight walking among the living.

In the central area of the Underworld Great Tomb, a forbidden place enveloped in the aura of death, countless skeletons piled up to form a mountain, with an atmosphere filled with silence and solemnity.

At the peak of the Skeleton Mountain, the White Bone Throne stood quietly, keeping its master company in silence.

The Yin Soldier Instructor, the Headless Knight, of eight hundred thousand soldiers.

The knight, who had nearly lost everything, sat on the throne. His tattered cape of death moved as though by itself, as if reminiscing about his past of riding and wielding a whip.

With no head in sight, it was hard to guess what he was thinking.

Even if you saw it, you couldn’t guess, after all, it was just a skeleton head.

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Suddenly, gusts of black wind howled, and a figure in a Black Robe stepped out of a Spatial Fissure.

The black one-piece robe covered their entire body. At the face area, the features were obscured by rolling black mist, with only a pair of flickering red eyes visible.

"Great Death Knight, my master has a message for you," the Black Robe said, bowing slightly to show respect to the Death Knight.

He seemed accustomed to the Headless Knight’s silence. The red glow in his palm pulsed, and a viscous blood flowed down.

This black blood, as if it had a will of its own or was some kind of parasite, spread out in circles upon hitting the ground, weaving into a complex Inverted Pentagram.

The Black Robe groaned in pain, a strange tone mixed with a hint of satisfaction, as his body slowly melted, merging with the Black Robe into the Magic Array beneath his feet.

Dark light bloomed, projecting a black portal on the dome of the Great Tomb.

Then, shadowy figures descended, dancing in the dark light high above.

A cursory count placed their number at around twenty.

The Devil Alliance!

Oppression by the seven Demon Kings had pushed these Devils together. After years of scheming, they acquired the Death Knight’s head and, by using the power of the Underworld Great Tomb, allowed their thoughts to be projected into the human realm.

"Knight, when will the Hell Gate in Paris be opened? How much longer are you planning to delay?"

"The Obelisk has failed again, much to my disappointment."

"We promised you that if you met the requirements, we would return your head..."

"You’ve disappointed me again, Knight!"

Multiple thoughts collided, churning the chaos of space, and an intimidating presence spread out, making the Skeleton Mountain tremble incessantly.

Although the Devil’s Alliance was strong, there was internal strife, and they had yet to choose a leader who could command widespread respect. Their noisy conversations were indicative of this.

Typically, it was the second-in-command or the military advisor who first spoke up, followed by the boss who settled matters with a final word.

"Stop bickering. You’ve asked so many questions, how do you expect the Knight to respond?" A voice of thought resonated, seemingly commanding respect within the alliance and calming the chaotic scene.