Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 459 - 206 Preserved the Original Flavor, Authentic_3

Chapter 459: Chapter 206 Preserved the Original Flavor, Authentic_3

The Devil named Marius had come all the way from Hell specifically for the Death Knight.

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"Who is it, who’s this?"

"Where are all these devils coming from..."

"One after another, why aren’t they going after Angels instead of fixating on the Death Knight?"

Wayne shrugged off the jade arm wrapped around his neck, muttered to himself, and sat up, reaching under the bed to fish out his clothes and trousers.

Next to him, Philomena slowly woke, seeing Wayne sneaking around, she snorted coldly and turned her head away, "What’s wrong with spending the night, you feel wronged, huh?"

"Suddenly remembered something important I have to do, next time, I’ll definitely stay next time."

Wayne pressed Philomena’s shoulder, leaned down for a deep kiss, and once his mouth was free, he was already dressed.

Now that’s efficiency!

Seeing the scoundrel leave through the window with just a kiss to send her off, Philomena felt both anger and annoyance, and threw a pillow at him.

She missed.

"If you have the guts, die out there and don’t come back. There are plenty of men, I could just find a new boyfriend."

"..."

"I mean it, I’ll really find someone new!"

"..."

No response came from outside the window, Philomena grew even angrier, and pounded the pillow fiercely.

Wayne, on the other hand, dove into the sewer at the fastest speed, twisted a few turns into the flood tunnel, summoned Shadowmare to transform into the Death Knight, and mounted the Undead Warhorse, racing straight to the Grand Cemetery in the West District.

At the same time, he contacted Ah Bin, instructing him to rush to the Grand Cemetery in the West District.

No need to show up in a hurry, Ah Bo wasn’t going to die; it was best to prepare an ambush.

Shortly after, Mona also received the same order, to lay in wait far from the Grand Cemetery in the West District and await further commands.

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The Grand Cemetery in the West District.

Dense fog swirled, the atmosphere heavy with death, and the burial ground so dark that one couldn’t see their own hand amidst the eerie flickering of the ghostly fires, silent to the point of terrifying.

Ah Bo emerged from the sewer, the fog dense to a startling degree, guessing that his teammate Ah Bin must be nearby.

Boom!

A figure descended from the sky, crashing down like a cannonball and creating a large crater, sending mud and grass flying in all directions, the fog spreading outward like a tidal wave.

Marius’s face, full of brutal features, grinned at Ah Bo, "Why not run? Or is this the place you’ve chosen for your grave?"

"No one can kill me except my master."

Ah Bo had lured Marius to the Grand Cemetery, successfully completing his mission to ensure the civilians’ safety, and now that he was sure Ah Bin was nearby, he began his second task.

He drew the gun at his waist and pulled the trigger repeatedly, his formidable Super Vision allowing him to trace Marius’s movements, not wasting a single bullet, all hitting the mark with precision.

Marius watched Ah Bo with interest, "You’re not an ordinary Magical Being, the Death Knight has altered you, you’ll serve as a nice pastime."

"Devil, what do you want with my master?"

Ah Bo furrowed his brow as all his magically-empowered bullets hit their target without drawing blood, each one bouncing off the opponent’s tough muscular hide.

"Your master will know when he appears,"

Marius sneered, and as his voice fell, he had already reached behind Ah Bo, pressing one hand on his head and the other on the arm holding the gun. With a swift tear, he ripped the arm off.

Ah Bo, now armless, dissolved into a splash of water, using the water from the sewer, perhaps just to disgust Marius.

It retained its original flavor, authentic and pure.

Splashed with the filth, Marius was furious, tearing off his Black Robe and wiping his face haphazardly.

"So this is what the devils of Hell smell like, so strong. I’m glad I’m already dead, or I’d surely be suffocated by you," Ah Bo stepped out of the dense fog, using a gentleman’s hat to cover his mouth and nose.

He used to be an upright policeman, but now...

Just like his master, he picked up the habits of his owner; like Ah Bin, his verbal footwork had become more and more formidable.

In the blink of an eye, Marius appeared in front of Ah Bo, his fist as big as a sandbag, carrying a wave of heat as it blasted through Ah Bo’s body, disintegrating him. The force didn’t stop there, it hit the ground, causing a collapse and scattering the surrounding fog with a thunderous push.

"Sewer rat, is hiding all you can do?" Marius’s eyes glowed crimson as he stared into the foggy area.

Concealed within the fog, Ah Bo fanned the flames, relentlessly provoking Marius, trying to gauge his true abilities.

Outside of Themes River basin, his own strength was limited, with only a few modest tricks up his sleeve, incapable of inflicting effective damage against tough adversaries.

Fortunately, as the Resentful Spirit, he could borrow magic power from his master, growing stronger along with his master’s growth. When Wayne became the Silver Mage, according to the contract in The Book of Greed, Ah Bo’s strength was synchronized and enhanced—he would’ve been powerless otherwise.

With Super Vision locked onto Marius, and just when his muscles tensed, Ah Bo repeated his old trick, once again using a substitute.

However, unlike before, the water in his body was out of control, and he became rigid, unable to move, forced to watch as a fist the size of a sandbag neared his face.

Boom!

With one punch, Marius crushed Ah Bo’s head, his eyes emitting a bloody glow as he sneered, "The devil isn’t a mindless brute; the same trick won’t work over and over."

With that, he grabbed Ah Bo’s remains and with a mighty pull, tore them apart.

A piece of a leg flew up high, crashing onto a tombstone in the Grand Cemetery.

Beside the tombstone, the Death Knight, mounted on the Undead Warhorse, stood silently without a word.

Yuliya lowered her head and nudged the motionless leg.

Is that you, Ah Bo? Why aren’t you talking?

"Death Knight, you’ve finally arrived."

Marius turned around, his eyes blood-red, his mouth emitting white smoke, "What a cold-hearted master, watching his loyal servant being killed and not lifting a finger to save him."

"My dog won’t die unless I nod, even if God himself tried,"

Wayne drew the Shadowmare, the Ruby on the hilt blazing with intense light.

In an instant, a grey deathly aura swept over the ground, and parts belonging to Ah Bo slowly rose and drifted together, reforming in front of Marius’s astonished eyes, including his beige trench coat.

Death has such power?

Marius didn’t understand. A Death Knight might be able to revive the undead indefinitely, but the trench coat? That was a bit too much.

"My master, I have failed to defeat the foe and have allowed your glory to be tarnished," Ah Bo knelt down, his speech becoming more civil.

Had he had this kind of smooth-talking mouth before, he wouldn’t have ended up in a concrete barrel in the river.

"No matter, you did well. Go on the perimeter watch, don’t let anyone disturb me."

Wayne sat on his warhorse, the pitch-black Skeleton flickering white: "It’s the faith of blood; you’ve controlled the decaying foul blood within Ah Bo — you are a servant of the Blood Tyrant!"