Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 384 - 181: Moonlight Shares Surge_3

The terrifying part was that the monster ignored the Goddess’s presence; more precisely, the Goddess did not stop the monster from attacking her.

The divine authority that should have enveloped the entire scene had vanished at this moment.

"Heeheehee————"

Dolin heard a sinister and terrifying laugh near her ear, and she swiftly shot an arrow. The cold light pierced through the white flesh and sped toward the distant starry sky.

It hit, but did no damage. The precise strike of the moonlight was late in coming, proving once more that the Goddess was turning a blind eye.

"How could this be?"

Dolin lost her composure, deprived of her ability to think clearly. As a Golden Mage, she had many tactics at her disposal, but the cold abandonment by the Goddess filled her with fear, and in her panic, she was at a loss.

Faith made people steadfast, yet it could also instantly shatter one’s mind.

The Life Barrier was in grave danger, and in Dolin’s panic, it collapsed on its own. White foam gathered from all around, and multiple tentacles wrapped tightly, pulling the elf into the air, revealing the graceful curves beneath her robe.

A tentacle coiled tightly around Dolin’s neck, constricting her fair skin, while a low whisper resounded in her ear, overlapping and dense, as her dim eyes gazed at the fading illusion of the Goddess.

The deity hovered aloof and motionless above, while below, her disciple was ensnared and locked by the Tentacle Monster.

What a maddening scene.

"My Goddess, why have you forsaken me?"

Dolin couldn’t bear it anymore, gazing blankly up into the sky, seemingly forgetting her predicament.

"Isn’t it obvious? It’s not the Goddess who abandoned you, but you who betrayed her. From the moment you plotted to murder the High Priest, your faith was no longer loyal!"

A tentacle floated in front of Dolin, splitting open a mouth to guide her thoughts, poking at her heart like a knife while she was lost in her crisis of faith.

Dolin struggled to believe. She hadn’t murdered the High Priest. The Moonlight Church would not be lacking a High Priest, and all her actions were for the future of the Church.

A living High Priest would not change anything; only a dead High Priest could become a hero!

She had bled for the Church, she wanted to see the Goddess, she wanted to explain everything.

"Stop struggling. Why should the Goddess explain anything to you? Open your eyes and see the truth; you are the traitor, and I am the judgment bestowed upon you by the Goddess."

The segments of the tentacle fused together and thrust violently into Dolin’s mouth, white flesh spewing out of her nostrils and eyes.

Dolin’s mouth agape, incapable of biting off the tentacle, was filled by a voice bearing divine pressure that dispelled the murmuring whispers, echoing in her ears: "Blasphemer, face the light of the Goddess; this is your last chance. What do the ritual and transmigration mean, and where is Chris?"

"Beyond Legend... Demigod..."

"That child has Divine Blood..."

Dolin was already out of her mind, her thoughts corrupted, her body no longer able to maintain an elf’s appearance.

At the moment when her Magic Power went berserk, the Divine Arts dissipated, the Goddess’s illusion faded without a trace, and the gentle moonlight remained as usual.

Wayne had dissolved Dolin’s mind, delving into her body searching for answers.

Half a minute later, the writhing white foam left Dolin’s body, re-forming into Wayne’s figure. He waved his hand, retracting the tentacles, and picked up the pants lying on the ground.

The Golden Mage was strong; without stripping off her garments, she was unbeatable.

Behind him, Dolin lay limp on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her body spasming occasionally. Her wide-open eyes could not close, the dimness in them indicating a shattered mind.

Upon closer inspection, one could see her body had been corrupted, her long hair twisted into several strands, turning into white tentacles that writhed on their own.

Wayne spoke indifferently, "Perhaps you didn’t have good intentions in raising those children, but we can’t deny the kindness you showed Chris in her upbringing. Judging by your actions, you have been kind to her. For Chris’s sake, I will spare your life..."

"If you have any excuses or grievances, let the High Priest judge them!"

Wayne pulled up his pants and left without looking back.

"Magic Department Vice Minister, Ob..."

"Divine Blood..."

"I couldn’t bear to bully, yet you dared to touch, very well, let your blood flow into rivers today!"

"And..."

"Thousand-Eyed Demon, you’re still alive!"

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