Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 85 - 72: Neither Changing My Name Nor My Surname, Death Knight_2
Chapter 85: Chapter 72: Neither Changing My Name Nor My Surname, Death Knight_2
Rickety ships were capsized by a tail that resembled a giant crocodile’s, with shattered planks slowly sinking, as if beings in the sea were undulating, reaching towards the sky for help.
The monstrous creature glared at Wayne, its roar echoing across the sea of blood, recklessly unleashing its power, conveying to Wayne an inescapable fate.
Wayne had disrupted the ritual, and he was destined to become its blood meal.
Wayne: (▔皿▔)
Just talking tough, who can’t do that!
Come up here if you are capable!
Wayne projected a space illusion with his thoughts, where an armor-clad Skeleton Knight strode across the sea of blood. The knight’s colossal figure cast endless shadows, looming over the beast as he slowly drew his sword to strike down.
The illusion held no actual lethality, but it expressed Wayne’s will; facing provocation and threats, he would never back down.
That’s right, it’s me, I haven’t changed my name or my surname, Death Knight!
I come by the command of the Goddess of Death, solely to eradicate evil and promote positive energy, and if you don’t agree, you’re welcome to take it up with the Goddess.
Having said that, Wayne instantly cut off the stream and, carrying Ah Bo’s thoughts, exited the bloody illusion.
What the situation was on the other end, Wayne did not know; all he knew was that fleeing after showing off was too thrilling.
Benefiting from the Vest System, Wayne pondered the more the merrier and, after another prayer to the Goddess for a gift of the Void Lord, began praying for a second and third divine armor.
He didn’t specify which goddess he was addressing—he wasn’t picky.
Ah Bo was still astonished by the bloody illusion. The experiences of these few days had suddenly broadened his horizons; he had taken a step too big, straining his sponge body, and his worldview was under reconstruction.
Wayne looked down into the deep well. With the Magic Array Diagram destroyed, the spatial passage connecting to the faith of blood dispersed on its own, revealing the true appearance beneath the well.
The dry well was seven or eight meters deep and three meters in diameter. In the well’s brick and stone walls, wooden Crucifixes were embedded in neat rows. Some of the Crucifixes were empty, while others had desiccated women nailed to them, and even more were mummified corpses.
Blood dripped down from the Crucifixes, collecting at the bottom of the well in a foul-smelling morass of blood and mud, where eight black long snakes slithered, flicking their heads and hissing, as if they were felines that had encountered catnip.
The serpents’ scales shimmered black, reflecting a blood-red sheen upon being hit by light.
Sensing the light, they quickly came to their senses, hissing warnings from down below toward the source above.
The eight snakes corresponded to eight councilors, whose thoughts were currently inhabiting the serpents’ bodies.
So creepy!
Really freaking creepy!
Wayne, not well-versed in Evil Gods and encountering one from Hell for the first time, adopted an indifferent attitude of ignorance, waving his hand to release a mist of Death Essence.
The grey mist transformed into eight grey snakes that chased and fought the black serpents.
Initially, the venomous snakes dared to resist, but when they realized their bites had no effect on their adversaries, and with each bite from the grey snakes they rotted and crumbled, exposing bone and writhing in pain to escape.
As they chased and fled, the eight venomous snakes grew covered in wounds, suffering in the bloodied mud, curling and writhing.
"Their consciousness is confined to the snakes’ bodies; torture prevents them from staying lucid and thus incapable of concluding the ritual to return to their own bodies."
Wayne spoke slowly, "My face isn’t for others to see. Leave these girls to you. Save those you can and send them to the hospital, the rest..."
"Handle it your way!"
Having said that, he turned and left the restaurant. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Ah Bo nodded, quickly jumped down into the well, and rescued the victims on the crosses, laying them out on the restaurant’s carpet.
Gazing upon this crime-ridden place, Ah Bo shook his head in disappointment, thought of someone, and quickly went to the mansion’s living room where he first called for an ambulance from the hospital, and then solemnly dialed another number.
"Boss, it’s me."
"Bo, is that you? Is it really you? Damn it, where did you go? Everyone thought you were gone, I was about to believe it too!" The swearing on the other end of the phone didn’t hide the joy in the voice.
"I’m sorry, boss, I really am dead, Perry had me filled with concrete and thrown into the Themes River," Ah Bo calmly narrated.
On the other end of the phone was Ah Bo’s superior, Officer Green. Perry had a point; to climb higher you need someone of influence, and Officer Green was Ah Bo’s influencer, offering him tremendous help.
Like taking the fall for him.
"Bo, what are you babbling about? If you’re dead, who’s calling me?"
"I can’t speak much on the details; remember that case? I’m in Councilor Dorine Johnny’s house now. Bring your most trusted people; the address is..."
"Damn it, finish your sentence, how are you in a councilor’s house, or do you want me to take the blame?"
Ah Bo ignored Green’s roar, calmly hanging up after giving the address, then looked around the living room, found a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and began smoking on the sofa.
The cigarette butt flickered dimly and brightly, its ephemeral light casting a pall of confusion across Ah Bo’s wan face.
He didn’t want any contact with the past, but now, he had no choice.
To seek justice for the victims, he had to find someone trustworthy, but today it could be the boss, and tomorrow Tiffy; once the rules were broken, people would only begin to relax their standards, step by step.
Was he doing the right thing or the wrong thing?
Would the master be angry if they found out?
...
Half an hour later, more than a dozen police cars had Dorine Councilor’s mansion completely surrounded, leaving no avenue for escape.
Officer Green looked impassively at the ambulance driving away, his face ominously somber. Apart from that, several stretchers, wrapped in white cloth, were carried out from the basement.
There were also eight councilors, with twisted mouths and disoriented eyes, sometimes snapping to clarity only to emit earth-shattering screams.
Green had the ledger tucked inside his coat, not given to anyone, insisting on keeping it close. He mobilized police forces to blockade a row of eight mansions, fully armed, with orders to fire openly at any suspicious target approaching.
Officer Green was in a terrible mood, the case had too many implications, and there were traitors within the police department; it was a mess he didn’t want to shoulder yet had no choice but to bear. The thought of the upcoming pressure made him curse out loud.
Green did not see Ah Bo but noticed the wet footprints and the damp couch, as well as the ashtray brimming with cigarette butts.
"Hello, Officer Green."
A black sedan stopped outside the cordon, and several men in black suits stepped out, flashing badges from within the police department, and quickly approached Officer Green.
"Why so slow?"
Green spoke displeased, then said, "The altar and incomprehensible portraits are in the basement. I know the rules; you are the experts; I won’t interfere with anything, but I just have one question."
"Please ask." The man in black put on white gloves and gestured for his colleagues to proceed first.
"Half a year ago, Officer Bo Philip, the senior inspector investigating this case, disappeared. Tonight, I received a call from him; he said he had resolved everything, but he told me he was already dead. Could a professional give me an explanation?" Green asked, exasperated.
The man in black was silent for a moment before replying, "Generally speaking, when a person dies, they are truly dead, but there are exceptions. Unfortunately, I can’t provide a reasonable explanation."
"So, although Officer Philip is dead, he has come back?"
"That description...is not exactly wrong."
The man in black interlaced his fingers, fitting the white gloves snugly between them: "Officer Green, we know each other well. To say something you might not like to hear, Officer Philip coming back is a bigger problem than the case we are dealing with today."
"What are you saying, you look down on my people?"
"No, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not questioning Officer Philip’s professionalism. He is a commendable policeman, admired by everyone, but..."
The man in black quickly shifted topics: "No one knows why he has come back. Typically, we prepare for the worst-case scenario. We can’t rule out that he’s become a Malevolent Spirit, controlled by some horrific existence. If you encounter Officer Philip one day, please maintain distance from him."
Green waved his hand agitatedly, thanking the professional for the advice, good words, but hard to hear.
The man in black nodded and headed into the basement, while Green went to the roadside outside the door, irritable, and leaned against the corner to light up a cigarette.
"Boss!"
"..."
From around the corner came a familiar voice, making Green’s hand, lit with a cigarette, tremble.
He didn’t shout out; instead, keeping calm, he lit the cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "Bo, are you really dead?"
"It’s absolutely true, you can confirm it yourself if you turn around."
"Forget it, you must look very ugly right now..."
"There is some of that."
"Want a cigarette?"
"Give me the whole pack."
"..."
Both men leaned against the wall, shrouded in smoke, neither wanting to face each other, exchanging words in low voices without any sentimentality. Green even inquired about the temperature at the bottom of Themes River.
The atmosphere was strangely warm, a throwback to the past until Green changed the subject.
"What about Tiffy, what happens to her, will you call her?"
"I don’t know... I really don’t know..."
