Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 392 - 184 Superior to Divine Blood_2

I’ve never seen a scene like this before.

For a moment, the Thousand-Eyed Demon was lost in confusion. Was there a possibility that this was his chance?

Divine Blood, although enviable, was complex and uncontrollable, and there was the risk of superior beings tracing his thoughts. If it weren’t for a lack of choice, he and Aubrey wouldn’t have gambled everything.

The monster before him was different—mysterious and with more potential.

With that thought, the Thousand-Eyed Demon gathered his courage. He let out a strange laugh as his thoughts left his body, forming a black fog that rushed straight towards Wayne.

On Wayne’s side, he restored the Essence of Life to Chris, but his method was too rough. Chris couldn’t withstand it and rolled her eyes back as she fainted.

Two tentacle monsters coiled her in mid-air, her long hair cascading down without a movement, painting a stunning picture.

Uninformed observers might even think that a Magician Girl had been captured by a Tentacle Monster!

Not to mention, the fair-haired male body possessed by the Thousand-Eyed Demon had a nose and eyes. Though he didn’t look particularly noble or upright, he at least looked human and could barely stand on the side of righteousness.

Good and evil were easily distinguishable at a glance.

Boom!

The black fog struck downward, colliding with the gaze of the Great Eyeball. The two minds entangled and compressed, and for a moment, neither could overpower the other.

There was no energy overflow, no material disintegration, just a pure clash of thoughts. A loud bang exploded in the ears of both the Thousand-Eyed Demon and Wayne.

Having failed in his initial attempt, the Thousand-Eyed Demon felt even more delighted; his future body held more potential than expected.

This was a good thing!

Something like Divine Blood, he could do without. He would generously give it to Aubrey. He wouldn’t miss this opportunity for anything.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon drew upon his thoughts, intensifying his invasion of Wayne. As their powers ebbed and flowed, Mona’s and Philomena’s advantage grew ever larger, effortlessly dissipating what little remained of the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s thoughts.

The mile-long black serpent twisted its body unconsciously. The demon eyes at its feet opened, and beams of energy crisscrossed and swept across, tearing the sky and dividing the earth, forcing Mona and Philomena to stay far away and defend themselves.

Just then, a beam of light smashed through the space and arrived.

Renata unfolded her wings, holding the Holy Spear. Without a second thought upon seeing the Thousand-Eyed Demon, she charged towards the energy beams.

An angel’s obsession with defeating a devil far exceeded what the two women imagined. They thought that the devil, facing its demise, was on its last counterattack; there was no need to clash head-on. Once this counterattack subsided, victory would come easily.

But not for Renata. She insisted on meeting force with force.

When it came to fighting a devil, an angel was definitely the most professional. The two women exchanged glances, immediately thinking of a certain someone, and rushed towards the ruins on the eastern side of the ancient city.

Like competitors, they accelerated again and again, determined not to let the other get ahead.

In terms of speed, Mona’s wings were light and fast. Even riding Wayne, Philomena couldn’t catch up. Clenching her teeth, she watched Mona’s receding figure, wondering if she should stab her in the back.

Up ahead, a dark curtain blocked the way. Mona stood firm, her Holy Spear upraised, condensing Holy Flame on its tip, burning a pathway five meters in diameter through it.

Philomena followed closely and squeezed through the channel just as it was closing.

From a distance, Philomena saw Mona standing in mid-air, snickered coldly to herself, feigned panic, and yelled for her to get out of the way, then accelerated and crashed into her.

Smack!

The two figures collided, spinning as they fell from the sky.

"Damn it, are you crazy?"

Mona climbed up, dirt-streaked and fuming, brandishing the Holy Spear, ready to put another hole in Philomena.

Philomena, secretly pleased but outwardly incensed, retorted, "You’re the crazy one—there’s so much sky, and you choose to block the path. Did you do it on purpose?"

"Fine, fine, fine—there’s so much sky, and you chose to bump into me. Clearly, you’re the blind one!"

"I told you to move; it’s definitely because you’re deaf!"

Half a sentence was all it took to fall out of harmony, and after a couple of bickers, they simultaneously snorted and looked away.

You old hag, I’m going to ask my husband/boyfriend to stay away from you!x2

Philomena gathered her silver hair beside her ear and then noticed why Mona had stopped—three magical seals obstructed their path, respectively corresponding to nature, sun, and moonlight Faith Magic.

Layer upon layer of identification was required, and without the corresponding three types of faith, the gates couldn’t be opened.

Having studied Life Magic, Philomena was confident she could handle this obstacle. She briefly glanced at Mona with sarcasm: "This is not your place. Go back to the church and sing. Remember to dress modestly; there are a lot of little boys there, don’t lead them astray."

"Ignorant, what do you know!"

Mona’s forehead vein popped. Heretics only see through tainted glasses. Her nun’s attire from the Papal State was even praised by angels for decency. What was indecent about it?

Philomena ignored her, her eyes shimmering with silver light. With her sword clearing the way, she was the first to break through the moonlight Faith Magic seal.

The key was effective. They could enter.

By the way, Wayne had given the Waning Moon Single-edged Sword back to Philomena, signaling that his love for her was greater than her love for him. For love, he was willing to give his all.

The first seal was easily broken, but the next two doors resisted opening.

Philomena had indeed studied Life Magic, but nature and sun took a back seat in her knowledge—she was not sufficiently informed. Her key was like a toothpick stirring a vat, incapable of causing any significant disturbance.

Mona followed behind and saw Philomena’s embarrassment. She covered her mouth with a snicker. Her derisive laugh was particularly irritating.

"The seals of a Legendary Mage..."

Philomena stood there with a sour face. The triple-layered seals set a high bar; her knowledge of nature and sun was insufficient. Even if she became a Legendary Mage right there, she wouldn’t be able to break through.

By reversing the logic, a resolute Legendary Mage wouldn’t have the ability to arrange a triple-layered seal. The spellcaster had to be an unprincipled Liberty Mage.