Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 52 - 49 Sudden Change

52: Chapter 49 Sudden Change

52 -49 Sudden Change

“The Saint Heir has descended?!”

Archbishop Ivan uttered in a low voice, hastily concluding his speech and quickly leaving the view of the crowd.

His behavior was somewhat unseemly, but the people did not realize anything and continued to sing and dance, celebrating the most splendid day in the history of Enrold Town.

Ivan entered the headquarters’ office and ordered all four Bishops to be present, after waiting for a while, only three arrived.

“Where is Sean?

Why didn’t he attend the gathering?” Ivan frowned, as Sean had rarely shown himself in the past few days.

“He is at the Saint’s Gate, it is crucial tonight, and he doesn’t want to make a mistake at the last moment,” one of the Bishops explained on behalf of Sean.

Ivan nodded reluctantly, accepting this explanation.

Ninety-nine steps had been taken, and a misstep at the final one could not be afforded.

However, rather than cautious pretexts, Ivan was more inclined to believe Sean was currying favor with the Void Lord, guarding the statue closely to win the master’s favor.

Hah, how clever he thinks he is!

The master has already conveyed to me the latest mission; even if you are as humble and devout as possible, your position within The Church will never catch up to mine, let alone compare with the Saint Heir.

Ivan was quite envious.

He had been busy attending to the Void Lord, yet his status could not match the heaven-sent Saint Heir, and for a moment his forehead felt heavy, weighed down by the sense of being abandoned by a lover for a new darling.

Nevertheless, Ivan remained absolutely loyal to the master.

Pushing aside his disappointment, he said to the three Bishops, “There is a change of plans; we must begin the sacrifice ritual ahead of schedule.”

“Why?”

“Is there an enemy invasion?”

The three Bishops were greatly perplexed.

“Indeed, there is a little mouse, but it’s nothing to worry about, and ignoring it won’t cause any big waves,” Ivan thought of the mysterious person spying on him, using the messenger bird in such a rough and crude way, not even worth calling a beginner.

He didn’t take the small fry seriously, continuing, “Just now, I received a Divine Decree from the Void Lord; the Saint Heir has come, and he is near Enrold Town.”

“What?!”

“The Saint Heir has descended…”

The three Bishops showed ecstatic expressions, although they were unclear what the Saint Heir represented or what status he held within The Church, the fact that the Void Lord sent a Divine Decree personally was undoubtedly good news for the Earth Core Cult.

Their glory was tied to that of the Earth Core Cult; their faith and interests were closely linked, and they all began to envision a bright future with the descent of the Saint Heir.

Ivan caught their excited expressions, growing even more jealous of the heaven-sent Saint Heir, but he didn’t show it, saying distinctly instead, “Don’t be too pleased yet.

The Saint Heir has just arrived and is full of confusion about himself and the future.

He has strayed from the right path, invoking the displeasure of the Void Lord…”

“The Void Lord has commanded that we bring the Saint Heir to the Saint’s Gate with all haste; he wishes to personally guide the misguided Saint Heir.”

“…”x3

The three Bishops’ faces reddened, overwhelmed and almost incoherent with excitement at the prospect that the Void Lord would appear today.

The honor and favor were such that they could hardly believe it.

“Mark, you will accompany me to the Saint’s Gate.

We will wake the Underground King with the sacrifice of the prisoners, and have her children awaken.

Kent, Melville, you two go and bring back the Saint Heir; no matter the process, you must bring the Saint Heir back.”

Ivan issued his orders, shared the vision he had seen in red, and reminded them, “Listen to me, you two, the Void Lord’s order is to spare no expense.

Even if today’s sacrifice fails, the Saint Heir must be brought back.”

Kent and Melville bowed their heads to accept the command, their faces showing a hint of bitterness.

The Saint Heir held a high position and would hold considerable power in the future.

Whether they would be on equal footing with the Archbishop was uncertain, but surely the Saint Heir could lord over them.

The Archbishop didn’t want to be the villain, nor did he want to offend the Saint Heir, so he pushed them to do the dirty and tiring work.

What’s so great about that?

Once the Saint Heir arrives, the Void Lord will only converse with him, and you, old man, will eventually fall from power.

x2

Just wait until I cling to the Saint Heir’s coattails; then you’ll see!

x2

Kent and Melville turned and left, following the direction pointed by the vision in red, and drove towards the mansion.

Out of respect for the Saint Heir, thirty devout followers were specifically assembled into a moderately sized Honor Guard, and even the high-class limousines of the mayor and other dignitaries were borrowed for the occasion.

Meanwhile, Archbishop Ivan and Mark arrived at the chicken farm; they entered through the back door into a passage reserved for Bishops, bypassing the need to crawl through tunnels, and took an elevator directly into the underground plaza.

The square was as usual, with guards steadfast at their posts, everyone busy with their work.

Yvonne first offered sincere prayers to the statue of the deity in the center of the fountain, and then ordered the guard to bring up several prisoners from the jail.

“No prisoners, transferred to another prison…”

Where else do we have a prison, at the police station?

Yvonne was greatly surprised to learn that it was Sean who had given the order, and in a rage he had the guard relay a message, he wanted Sean to come before the statue of the Void Lord and explain himself.

Leaders are like that, walking is out of the question, even if it’s just next door, they must have their subordinates come to see them in person.

Soon, Sean, wearing a hood, walked out of the office, bowed his head, and hurried to Yvonne, without daring to talk back in the face of the Archbishop’s scolding, knowing he had done wrong and accepting the punishment.

Seeing Sean’s sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, Yvonne said no more, nor did he inquire where the prisoners had been transferred to.

A few insignificant little people, if Sean played them to death then so be it, the underground square was not short of sacrifices, just grab a few guards and throw them down.

“Sean, I have listened to the Divine Decree of the Void Lord, the Saint Heir has arrived.

Get ready, we must start the plan ahead of schedule, initiate the sacrifice ceremony immediately, to awaken the children of the Underground King,” Yvonne instructed.

Sean’s body stiffened, and he asked in astonishment, “Who is the Saint Heir, how come I have never heard of him before?”

“That is not for you to worry about, start the sacrifice immediately, do you understand?” Yvonne intoned with increased volume.

“Archbishop, I am not questioning your orders, but I too have listened to the Divine Decree of the Void Lord, and he said this…”

Sean raised his head, slowly pulling back the hood covering his head, revealing the red cap and white stem of a mushroom.

“???”

Yvonne and Mark were momentarily stunned, and before they could speak, Sean clutched his head and let out a terrible shriek of agony.

His body rapidly lost moisture, his skin shriveled, his face dried up like tree bark, his eyeballs bulged, his gums were exposed, and his hair quickly turned white.

In its place, the mushroom on top of his head swelled rapidly, burst with a bang, and countless green fine spores scattered in all directions, drifting toward every corner of the square like smoke.

The shocking change occurred in an instant, Archbishop Mark paled with fright, opened his robes to shield his face, but being too close and too sudden, he could not deploy Magic Defense in time and could only retreat repeatedly.

Bang!

Kicked in the behind, Mark plunged headlong into the green dust, the spores, as if alive, burrowed into his flesh through his mouth, nose, and pores.

He screamed as he was parasitized by spores, tendrils and vines growing all over his body, every green leaf that sprouted and stretched took away a piece of his vitality.

In just a few breaths, Mark had dried up into a mummy.

He had been drained of all his nutrients by the green vegetation, along with Sean, their bodies broke apart, shattering on the ground into dust.

Dust and leaves, the old life nurturing the new.

Yvonne’s pupils contracted sharply, thankful that he had timely kicked Mark forward to face it, otherwise he would have met the same fate.

Still, Yvonne was also tainted with spores from the close-range attack, a section of his sleeve turned green, his entire right arm began to numb and vines started to sprout from it.

Around the square, many guards contaminated with spores screamed and rolled on the ground, fertilizing the ground with their lives, turning the underground square into a garden full of greenery.

Without hesitation, Yvonne joined his left hand into a blade, his fingers wrapped in wind blades as he chopped off his right arm, at the same time exhaling Tempest, sweeping away the green fog.

The Tempest swept the entire place, blowing spores onto wall corners or into tunnels around the square, carrying them straight out.

The guards surrounding them suffered, many who narrowly escaped an ordeal had not even the time to thank the protection of the Void Lord before they were struck in the face by the falling spores, enacting a scene of self-sacrifice for blossoming flowers.

Outside the square, seven or eight unlucky guards on duty were unable to avoid in time, were carried off by the wind from the tunnel, falling down to the abyss with screams.

Bang, bang!

Like some kind of heartbeat rhythm, swaths of blue light burst forth, a huge tentacle climbing and wriggling up the cliff face.

At the sound, Yvonne’s grim expression eased slightly; the enemy had been biding their time, but he was not completely unprepared, disrupting the sacrifice ceremony would not be so easy.

He clutched his bleeding right arm and called out in a cold voice, “Come out, heretics who worship nature, the Underground King has awoken.

Come accept judgment, and along with this town, embrace the coming of the Void Lord!”