Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 1337 - 446: Papal State, Pope

May 23rd.

Dark Saintess Manor.

In the back garden, Wayne was stretching, seemingly preparing to unleash his ultimate move.

Under the shade, Sukra lay on a bench, enjoying a final moment of tranquility.

Speaking of which, Sukra actually has quite a good personality. Besides being a bit lazy, he has many virtues: quiet, not noisy, loves to read and sleep, respects life, has low desires, and likes to save with a keen sense of crisis.

But being overweight ruins everything. Some may see these virtues as extensions of laziness due to his lack of ambition.

Wayne already had a foodie around him, and now with Sukra, the lazy one, both Gluttony and Sloth were accounted for.

"The Seven Virtues are rare, but the Seven Deadly Sins are everywhere. It’s clear that Hell has more potential. Heaven turning into what it is now can be seen as a successful transformation," Wayne glanced at the three angels behind him, trying to provoke Hexuno.

The result was mediocre; Hexuno wasn’t on duty today. Even if she were, she wouldn’t contradict the Saint Heir. She’s becoming more like Mona, agreeing unconditionally with whatever Wayne says.

Learning that Wayne was going on a long journey, Mona promptly replaced Hexuno, teaming up with Anastasia. The two of them split the tasks, taking what they couldn’t finish with them.

Mona and Anastasia have been old teammates. Anastasia ranked up in doubles for the first time with Mona leading. Without Mona’s push, she might still be the pure Dark Saintess she once was.

Wayne informed his family that he was leaving today, with no set return date, depending on how fast the Death Church was looking for trouble.

"Boss, aren’t you planning to take an angel along?" Mona adjusted her glasses. Every time Wayne went out, he encountered a Devil, so it seemed this time would be no exception.

Heya agreed deeply, stepping forward to claim she could shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Archangel.

You’re clearly planning to watch and steal!

Everyone knew what Heya was thinking, and Wayne was no exception. Worried he might get tricked by her one more time, he shook his head and declined the offer.

"This time is different. My target is the Death Church, and it’s close to the Papal State. There’s no way I’ll encounter a Devil," Wayne declared confidently.

Mona smiled slightly, "Boss, care to wager on it?"

"..."

"Boss, say something!"

"A dispute of pride won’t get anywhere. Besides, I vowed never to gamble or drink. I’ve long since quit drinking, so I won’t bet on anything," Wayne shook his head repeatedly, refusing to gamble or indulge in vice.

Stretching finished, Wayne waved his hand, drawing Shadowmare from The Void, gently whispering to the sword held before his chest, and then throwing the Knight’s Sword back into The Void. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Having been fueled by sunlight and moonlight, and recently bolstered by darkness, his power grew rapidly, allowing him to easily accomplish many things that were once impossible.

"Sukra, come here."

"Five minutes, give me five more minutes. I’ll leave as soon as I finish this juice," Sukra pointed at the bucket at his feet.

"What a glass of juice; and after drinking it, how many hours are you planning to spend in the bathroom?" Wayne asked, walking towards Sukra with clenched fists.

"Depends on the situation, I guess... Hey, hey, hey, don’t come over!"

Sukra turned and ran, quickly speeding up, and with a thud, collided straight into Wayne’s arms.

"Good timing, let’s go."

Wayne held Sukra’s head, closed his eyes to sense the location of Shadowmare, opened a spatial passage in his mind, and stepped into it with Sukra in tow.

The five Divine Artifacts act as coordinates for God-chosen Knights in the Mortal World, ensuring their prolonged stay on the God-chosen Continent without being summoned back to the Divine Nation.

Due to this characteristic, Divine Artifacts can spawn other uses.

It’s not the artifacts that limit their use, but the user’s mental strength. With a powerful enough mind and a rich enough imagination, God-chosen Knights can achieve many incredible things.

Like Wayne’s current usage.

From now on, he can walk anywhere and won’t need to fly again.

Of course, flying is still an option. The Pale Knight has already digested the evolution information of mechanized armaments, possessing full marine, land, and air capabilities; Wayne himself transforming into a plane is no problem.

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Enoelia, capital Romulus.

Enoelia is that country known for its pasta and beautiful women. Currently, it’s during the Second World War on the God-chosen Continent, allied firmly with Prussia, ravaging unsuspecting opposition everywhere.

Enoelia handles the strategy, while Prussia handles the slaughter.

In another world, Enoelia is still a hard carry. Yet, because of this, despite making numerous jokes, everyone is too lazy to ridicule her.

Enoelia just does what it must, performing average and not outlandishly, meeting everyone’s expectations—what’s so funny about that?

Farak is quite satisfied, feeling impressed and slightly frustrated after expressing his approval.

Now, to the point, Enoelia on the God-chosen Continent is so mediocre mainly due to national circumstances.

The capital, Romulus, hosts two regimes: the Papal State advocating for separation of church and state, and the chaotic factional Enoelian government.

Such are the national circumstances Enoelia has to contend with!

Anyone with clear sight can see that the main reason for Enoelia’s mediocrity is the Papal State, whose reputation as the top religious power on the God-chosen Continent was not unfounded.

Leaving past glories aside, focusing on the present, even without discussing the Holy Light Knights—composed entirely of Legendary Mages—the strongest combat power is the Pope, hailed as the strongest in the Mortal World. Unless enemies come from the sky, he’s the top elite on the God-chosen Continent.

The Pope is both strong-fisted and intelligent, causing anyone neighbouring the Papal State to be petrified. Enoelia attempted resistance, only to find surrender surprisingly comfortable.