Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 1736 - 544: Revelations_3

The subsequent woman appeared youthful in demeanor. Despite her beauty, she was akin to green leaves supporting a flower—ordinary and inconspicuous, lacking any striking features.

Pope Saina, her small entourage, Secretary Nelson.

Envy looked displeased at the rising Saina, borrowing arrogance’s classic line: What level is this, standing at my height?

"Facing the Seven Deadly Sins without changing expression, commendable courage. State your name, and I might grant you a presumptuous epitaph." Envy commented approvingly.

"Naturalism Church, Pope."

Saina spoke calmly, her thoughts invoking a tide of energy, unleashing spatial ripples on the half of the sky corresponding to the Hell Gate. Thousands of Giant Dragon heads emerged, clutching energy beams in their mouths...

A barrage of arrows!

Envy’s pupils contracted, his form fading as the beams approached.

Wherever the light passed, whether Devil or human, enemy or ally, all disintegrated into ashes. Her ruthless disregard made even Devils in Hell pale, causing the surviving Devils to cry out loudly.

Those closer to the Hell Gate found a brief respite, managing to escape with their lives. Those further away met disaster, reduced to ash with a single breath, becoming cannon fodder upon just arriving in the Mortal World.

"She’s merely a pope of the Mortal World, how is she so formidable?"

Envy leaned against the Themes River, gazing at the ruthless methods of Saina, with confusion clouding his mind.

If, as a Naturalist Knight wielding Elemental Mantra, Saina possessed power comparable to a Death Knight, it made sense, considering the possibility of an arms race—what Death holds, so must Naturalism.

But Saina’s ruthless methods, indiscriminately slaughtering all without knightly ethics, were beneath even serving as a Death Knight’s squire.

Naturalism Church indiscriminately slaughtered innocents, abandoning the development of followers in the Mortal World?

Envy asked himself, suddenly understanding: "So that’s it. Kill all survivors and shift the blame onto me..."

Damn it, reduced to being the Clown again!

A Lord in Hell, yet still a Clown in the Mortal World—what a wasted trip!

Nearby, a few trembling Demon Kings who survived by luck; Envy could ignore Saina’s formidable power, escaping swiftly without a challenge. But they couldn’t.

Transported themselves to the Mortal World, dying here meant true death.

In haste, thinking the Mortal World leaderless, occupying any land they fancied without realizing the presence of God-chosen Knights—a bug.

Rumble.

Behind the Devils, the large river—the Themes River suddenly surged, and a soaked figure stepped onto the waves, rising from the depths.

A man clad in a beige coat, police uniform beneath, long boots. His eyes, grayish-white, skin wet and pale, appeared not of the living.

Ah Bo!

Envy turned dumbstruck, his thoughts scanning the mysterious man connected to the Themes River, the eerie aura misleadingly challenging.

Stranger yet, within an otherwise ordinary creek, his thoughts sank, losing response as if devoured.

What’s happening in the Mortal World?

Sealed in Hell all these years, what really transpired above, with so many unknown formidable individuals appearing?

While a God-chosen Knight explains Naturalism Church’s Pope, who is this water ghost—a member of Death Church?

"Who are you?"

Envy asked, unsure and cautious, protecting himself with two accompanying Demon Kings.

Ah Bo did not introduce himself; his gaze held no room for Devils, raising a pale tide to engulf the Demon Kings.

Envy knew well the terror of these waters; he kicked away the two Demon Kings shielding him and faded into obscurity leveraging their protection.

The massive wave swallowed, sweeping away four or five Demon Kings, slicing with countless blades of water, imprisoning their bodies and thoughts, taking them to the riverbed’s exclusive seats.

Ah Bo did not pursue, glanced at the direction Envy had fled, lightly shook his head: "Devil, this is not the Mortal World you know. Even if you possess the power to conquer the world, the Mortal World should not have been your first choice."

Considering Lundan’s current setup, what reckless abandonment led here?

Ah Bo felt a pity for the Lord of Envy: "Of all places, why here in Lundan? Let’s hope the next encounter is friendlier... let’s hope."

In the sewer, three Devils like startled birds, alarmed at any slight sound.

"Wait, did you hear some sound just now, something sticky, as if tentacles are crawling?"

The Lord of Envy raised a hand to halt, placing the two Demon Kings ahead and behind him protectively, muttering: "How strange, the Mortal World suddenly feels alien. What happened during the years Hell was sealed?"

The two Demon Kings, trembling, suggested: "Lord of Envy, the Mortal World is too eerie, we better return to Hell, it’s safer there."

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Envy also wished to leave, but doing so now would equate him with the Clown, and furthermore, he hadn’t captured Wayne—refusing to return to Hell in such a state.

He pondered for a moment, slapped the sewer wall: "I got it!"

"What do you understand?"

"I finally understand why Hexuno lost purity in the Mortal World!"

Envy realized: "The Mortal World is different now, especially Lundan, a gathering place for strong forces. The harshness transcends even a Reincarnated Angel’s adaptation, nourished Wayne, with Hexuno bowing to him, likely turning into his Starfury."

"..." x2

Still remembering that broken Heaven joke! x2