Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 81 - 70 God, Doesn’t Care (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

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Chapter 81: Chapter 70 God, Doesn’t Care (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

"Right, where were you just now, talking about the Earth Core Cult, right?"

Did I say that?

Sidney’s head was a mess, recalling briefly, it seemed that he had mentioned it, and that was why he had come to see Dean Plank. He simply picked up where he left off and said, "Dean, my former teacher Marshall, the Evil God of the Void Lord that the Earth Core Cult worships is still on the God-chosen Continent. His thoughts have not lingered on the Star Realm Cosmos. I smell the scent of conspiracy, a disaster sweeping across the God-chosen Continent is about to come..."

"Continue."

Dean Plank put down his cream cake, his face gradually becoming solemn.

"The Death Knight leaving the Underworld Great Tomb is just the best example. I can’t find the source of the disaster, but I guess the Void Lord must know something..."

Sidney’s eyes sparkled: "My strength is not enough to investigate where the Evil God resides, so I came to ask the Dean for help. I want to personally sever this sinful master-disciple relationship."

"All right, but it’s hard to find the Void Lord with just my own strength. I will contact others and give you a message in some time.

"Thank you, Dean."

"It’s nothing. If I don’t treat you, you’ll soon go mad, it’s something I ought to do."

Dean Plank gestured towards the door to see the guest out: "When you pass by the nurse’s station, call Jenny. Tell her the Dean has a magic that will grow big and is ready to show it to her alone."

Sidney was happy to escape, thanked again, and left the office.

He stood outside the door and sighed in relief; the old man indeed had some tricks. If those talking techniques hadn’t become outdated, he would have been on guard and done some mental suggestion to himself, and he might have confessed everything just now.

Sidney straightened his clothes and headed to the nurse’s station, remembering the nurse named Jenny, who came from the Heavenly Father’s Court and was said to be the illegitimate daughter of some Bishop.

As Sidney walked, he couldn’t help reflecting on how peculiar the Bishop was for indulging in such an unusual preference rather than little boys.

Inside the office, Dean Plank consumed another large box of cream pastries and shook his head at the door: "I respect the choices of fate and am willing to help you this once. You’d better not go mad, otherwise, I’ll only be able to personally take you to the operating table..."

He opened the file cabinet behind him, pulled out a wooden box with the Golden Triangle, opened it, and started rummaging and picking through it.

The Crucifix of the Heavenly Father, the Pendant of Death, the Medal of the Sun, the Holy Grail of Blood, the ancient Pentagram with a single eye...

All just unremarkable trinkets!

In the end, Dean Plank pulled out a dark ring and held it tightly in his hand, his eyes inky black as he muttered, "Whether the Death Knight is real or fake does indeed need confirmation. He’s too dangerous."

"And Marshall, why does he keep pestering Sidney? Is there anything in Lundan worth his attachment?"

"Has he actually recovered his sanity and discovered the true essence of balance?"

"He shouldn’t be that smart..."

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The sewers.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The Undead Warhorse kept turning left and right as Wayne used the Cavalry Sprint Skill.

The training partner was Ah Bin, the dog was being chased to run, and while running, it joyfully wagged its tail.

There was also an audience on the side, Ah Xue.

The white Owl’s eyes widened as it watched the three lively imbeciles jump around, the scene too eye-catching to take in at once.

If this was the true face of the Death Knight, then the souls of those who died by the sword would be unjustly wronged.

"Ah Xue, come here."

Wayne sat astride the horse, not knowing what came to mind, he suddenly raised his arm.

Ah Xue didn’t want to get too close to the Death Knight, but faced with six blind eyes staring intently, she reluctantly flew over.

The white Snowy Owl landed on the armored arm, Wayne scratched its head, it closed its eyes and opened its beak, looking thoroughly content.

"I still prefer you wild and unruly. This face is too silly now."

Wayne’s hollow eye sockets looked deep into the glowing stare of the Snowy Owl, the tranquil and eternal power of Death enveloped it, slowly infusing into the Snowy Owl’s body.

Ah Xue instinctively wanted to resist, but it was too late; Death corrupted its white feathers and flesh, wrapping it in a layer of dried and ugly undead skin.

Ah Xue screeched, flapping its wings and flying up, trying to shake off the scent of death on its body, fearful it couldn’t return to the embrace of the sun.

"Looks like you like it too!"

Wayne laughed heartily, and Yuliya followed with a chuckling sound. Seeing this, Ah Bin raised his head and howled nonstop.

Accompanied by the skeleton of an owl fluttering in the air, emitting a mournful cry, it was a scene straight out of a villain’s entrance, like the villain’s mother opening the door for her villainous child to come home.

It didn’t take long for the second Resentful Spirit summoned by Wayne to find his way through the sewer and arrive. Looking at the scene before him, he felt a surge of desolation in his heart.

He, Ah Bo, also longed to become a superhero!

"Ah Bo, what’s with that expression? Did you just crawl out of a toilet?"

Wayne lifted his arm, and Ah Xue, having no choice, landed on it. The pair of hollow eyes stared fixedly at Ah Bo, gaining a deeper understanding of the Death Knight’s resources.

The Death Knight had trained one servant after another, certainly not out of boredom. The grand scheme was likely to slaughter the nine million residents of Lundan and create a second Underworld Great Tomb.

"My great master, Ah Bo has come at your summons," said Ah Bo as he approached the warhorse and knelt respectfully on one knee.

Ah Bin growled from the side. It didn’t really like Ah Bo. The latter was too ungrateful; pretending to respect the master but harboring ulterior motives. If not for the contract’s constraints preventing betrayal, this thick-browed guy would undoubtedly have led a rebellion.

Oh, humans!

"How’s the case coming along, have you sent your brother in?" Wayne spoke from his elevated position.

"The evidence we collected six months ago has been destroyed. Some informants have chosen to remain silent for one reason or another. The investigation and evidence gathering are very difficult, it might still take some time," Ah Bo spoke bitterly.

"Let’s hear it."

"The overall situation..."

Ah Bo revered the law’s justice and fairness, treating it as divine, but the world is not only governed by law, there is also money and power, especially the latter. When power begins to be traded, the law turns a blind eye.

The case investigation was progressing extremely slowly, particularly the evidence collection phase, which was fraught with difficulties. Many decisive pieces of evidence had been wiped clean, and Ah Bo had to start the investigation from scratch.

It seemed that the council member had caught wind of the situation, realizing she was haunted by an evil spirit. She spent a lot of money to hire several mages of dubious origin and dismissed the gang that had been serving her all along.

"Wait, what was the name of that gang you just mentioned?"

"The Black Serpent Club, a dark force that has risen in the past two years. Their boss is very cunning, always serving the council member," Ah Bo reported truthfully.

The financial backer behind the Black Serpent Club was the political newcomer Dorine Johnny, a council member who switched careers from journalism. According to Ah Bo’s investigation, Dorine had even higher connections and used the Black Serpent Club to kidnap young girls to offer to her superiors in exchange for her current political position.

Damn it!

Wayne’s skeletal head flickered with pale flames. Holding the Shadowmare, he could only fantasize about what to do with the Magician Girl. Once these human scum got a taste of power, they forgot who they were.

Did they really think that darkness would cover all sins, and that there are no superheroes in the dark?

"Ah Bo, write down the names you have investigated, lead the way up front. I’m planning to pay them a visit tonight."

"Master, you plan to..."

"Kill them all. My greatsword has been hungry for too long, I want to see rivers of blood," Wayne interjected.

"..."

So it wasn’t a turf war after all—that was a relief.

Ah Bo had a wry smile on his face: "My master, they don’t deserve your personal intervention. Give me a little more time, and soon..."

"Soon, there will be new victims."

"But, but..."

"The Goddess of Death I worship enjoys these villains very much. She plans to recruit them into her ranks, and my role is to deliver them to the Goddess of Death."

Wayne cut him off and added: "No buts, don’t preach human laws to a god. That’s your conviction, the gods, don’t care."

After speaking, he snorted coldly, putting aside his fantasies of wrongdoings for now. The imprisonment of the Magician Girl could wait, there would be plenty of opportunities. Tonight, the Death Knight would become the hero in the darkness, using violence to control... to control...

Wait a minute!

Wayne: (꒪皿꒪)

Something’s not right, with this line of thinking, he shouldn’t be called the Death Knight, Dark Knight would be more fitting!

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