Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 56 - 53 The Return of the Legendary Mage

56: Chapter 53 The Return of the Legendary Mage

56 -53 The Return of the Legendary Mage

The lawn writhed and rolled, as vines slithered and weaved, dragging fragments of corpses to bury them deep underground.

Wayne wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead; The Book of Greed halted its stare with the natural eyeball, and the information filled with nature swiftly withdrew from Wayne’s body, restoring his magic power to its original pure white.

Wayne only knew some basic magic, the most fundamental kind.

He had never learned the magic of the Naturalism Church, and even if he had learned the spells, he couldn’t cast them.

The Glamor Lady teacher had once said that these spells were stamped with faith, belonging exclusively to the magic inherited by the Naturalism Church, and could only be cast by those who believed in the Nature Goddess.

Without believing in the Nature Goddess, Wayne managed to release nature-type magic with the help of The Book of Greed, and did so without using any spell formulas in between, relying solely on thought, which is the ‘self’ in the hexagram, to create the form of magic he desired in the real world.

He fed it vast amounts of magic power to accelerate the savage growth of green plants, then shaped them with his thoughts, focusing on a straightforward and brutal approach.

In this process, The Book of Greed was a cheat, thought was the leading core, and magic power was the lever to pry changes in reality.

All three were indispensable; without any one of them, Wayne wouldn’t have been able to cast large-scale nature-type magic.

Ultimately, The Book of Greed remained the most crucial element.

Firstly, The Book of Greed granted Wayne the permission to bypass faith and directly cast nature-type magic.

Secondly, The Book of Greed infused Wayne with an essence of life beyond common imagination, allowing him to endlessly plunder the Four Elements.

With a vast supply of the Four Elements to replenish, his reserves of magic power and the intensity of his thoughts reached an astonishing level.

“Cheating feels so good!”

Wayne muttered quietly, looking over the wrecked lawn.

After pondering for a moment, he said, “Butler, how many civilian items suspected of being landmines do we still have on hand?

If there are any in stock, please bury some more…”

“Incendiary Bottles too.

Flame has an extremely strong restraining effect on the Malevolent Spirits of the Earth Core Cult; the more, the better.”

Philark assured him it wasn’t a problem, as there was plenty of stock in the warehouse.

He then asked two of the maids to act immediately.

The maids on the roof, armed with sniper rifles, continued to be vigilant.

If they spotted any strangers approaching, they would immediately send a signal to alert the others.

Wayne took out his binoculars and looked toward the giant tentacles in the sky above the town.

He prepared for the worst: Isabella was done for, the townspeople were collectively parasitized, and a large wave of infected mutants was closing in.

“May the Goddess above forbid it…”

Wayne murmured to himself, as he was kind-hearted and couldn’t stand to see bloodshed.

Crushing Bishop Kent underground was based on this consideration.

Out of sight, out of mind—he felt uneasy seeing it, and it weighed on his conscience.

Similarly, Wayne was not looking forward to a wave of infected bodies stepping onto the lawn.

This was not a game; these were real lives in the balance.

Wayne was conflicted about whether he should help the town or not.

Maybe Isabella just needed one more strike, and his arrival could turn the tables.

On second thought, better not.

Perhaps Isabella was on par with or even slightly stronger than the Earth Core Cult.

If he went, it might just tip the balance in favor of the Earth Core Cult by that slight margin.

After weighing his options carefully, Wayne discarded the idea of providing support.

The villa was his home ground, with the butler and three veteran maids of the battlefield; they could advance or defend as needed.

There was no reason to give up the advantage to risk his life on someone else’s turf.

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At the Earth Core Cult’s headquarters, the Crucifix Star suppressed the Hexagram.

By internally disrupting the Hexagram’s operation, they severed the material composition of the Four Elements—earth, fire, water, and wind.

The most direct manifestation of this was the dimming of the Hexagram’s glowing projection in the sky, with the tentacles that had materialized fading into faint apparitions.

The five mages had completed their grand task and successfully accomplished their mission, but they did not immediately assist Isabella.

Instead, they held their ground in case the Underground King launched a sudden counterattack.

All five were seasoned, professional at combating heretic cults, snuffing out any and all possibilities, resolutely denying the heretics any chance to retaliate.

As for whether Isabella could finish her mission, the five had never doubted it.

…

At one corner of the Hexagram, representing ‘Void,’ was the chicken farm.

In the Dark Abyss, the blue light pulsed in sync with the fire.

The continual explosions and flames brought indescribable suffering to the Underground King.

Fire was its nemesis; even a touch caused its body to rapidly self-ignite.

To protect itself, it severed its burning flesh like a lizard sheds its tail, visibly shrinking in size.

The primary body, which should have arrived as scheduled, was nowhere to be seen, and the children did not respond to its calls.

Division could only delay death, not extinguish the flames.

It wouldn’t be long before it had nothing left to divide and the fire reduced it to ashes.

The Underground King struggled, but it was futile.

Its terrifying reproductive ability made it clear that it was not skilled in combat, relying instead on sheer numbers to ensure the continuation of its species.

The only one who could save it, Archbishop Ivan, was trapped in a stalemate.

In terms of magical knowledge, Archbishop Ivan was an autodidact—a wild Mage.

He wasn’t even fit to shine Isabella’s shoes.

Depending on the tenacity of a cockroach’s life, he managed a fifty-fifty fight against Isabella.

Isabella was in charge of striking, Ivan was in charge of taking the hits.

The former would lose Magic Power but not health, while the latter would lose neither Magic Power nor health.

Considering this, it seemed Ivan had a high chance of winning; he had the upper hand.

However, Ivan’s condition was poor at the moment.

Likely because his brain had been stripped away, his judgment had plummeted, and his reactions were a lot slower than before.

His thoughts had successfully taken refuge in the mass of tentacles; he wasn’t dead, barely alive.

But that was all, for Ivan’s thoughts were severely contaminated.

He had completely lost his ability to speak and had forgotten how to use magic.

His attacks were purely instinctive; he charged blindly, only thinking of getting close to Isabella to consume and assimilate her into himself.

Needless to say, unless Isabella no longer wished to live, Ivan could chase her for a lifetime without the hope of even touching the hem of her garment.

A low and mournful scream echoed through the Dark Abyss as the Underground King was torched by the flames, dying without even seeing its offspring.

The sacrifice had failed, and the Earth Core Cult’s plan had come to nothing.

Ivan was consumed with rage, and the white mass of flesh split open, revealing a pale, gaping maw filled with writhing tentacled fangs.

“Roar———”

He roared to the heavens, unwilling to accept his fate, yet helpless to change it.

In sharp contrast was the ever-composed Isabella.

The plump lady had maintained a cold expression from start to finish, her bulky frame in no way hindering her movement speed, her steps as light and springy as if aided by springs.

Vines interwove into a net, entrapping and immobilizing Ivan.

White flesh spilled out, threading through the gaps in the vines before reassembling.

The white mass roared pointlessly and suddenly slammed into the wall.

Ivan’s thoughts and the tendrils of his mind had been assimilated; his SAN Value dropped to zero.

His actions now were purely unconscious.

He didn’t even know he should attack Isabella, instead fixating on the wall in front of him as if it were his undying enemy.

Isabella watched quietly, waiting for the white mass to destroy itself.

At that moment, a golden light shone forth.

The Golden Statue at the center of the square suddenly disintegrated, and a tremendous mental will surged into the white mass, taking control of this empty husk.

The mass writhed and slowly reshaped into a two-meter-tall Tentacle Monster…

The Legendary Mage had returned; his mental will departed from the star realm and reentered the God-chosen Continent!

Isabella was greatly taken aback and prepared a torrent of magic, ready for battle.

She couldn’t understand why the crazed Legendary Mage would return to the God-chosen Continent against his nature, especially when the sacrificial ritual had clearly failed.

Was there anything left in Enrold Town that mattered to him?

“What is it…”

“What has guided the crazed thoughts of the Legendary Mage back to sanity?”