Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 64 - 61 There is Only One Truth

64: Chapter 61: There is Only One Truth

64 -61: There is Only One Truth

Wayne felt he had gotten himself into trouble!

He didn’t know who the Death Knight was, but the titles Yuliya had in the paper were longer than the next, clearly indicating a person of great importance.

Important people are often petty and possessive, and he had stolen their equipment and horse…

Wayne wasn’t an important person and couldn’t guess what the other was thinking, but by putting himself in their shoes, if someone rode his beloved mare, cracking the whip and prancing around, while flaunting his own saber and shamelessly asking to help them practice their skills after such an encounter…

He was surely in for a chilling fate!

And moreover, a knight of the Goddess of Death.

Wayne clearly remembered that his involvement with the Magic World and the followers of the Goddess of Death couldn’t be separated because of the mark they left, which led to three Magician Girls knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

He had barely escaped the curse and whitewashed his way into the legitimate The Church, so how had he ended up getting mixed up with the Goddess of Death again?

What was this, seeking Death or suicide?

When Wayne wanted to dismount, Yuliya firmly refused; she was not just any Undead Warhorse.

Drawing her long sword, she accepted him on her back, and Wayne was destined to be her master.

“I’m just afraid the Death Knight will come looking and won’t be reasonable, misunderstanding the two of us…”

“No worries, he’s brainless.”

“However brainless he might be, he still has a brain…”

“Nope, he really doesn’t have a brain, he’s lost his head.”

“…”

Wayne fell silent—lost his saber, lost his horse, even lost his head, the Death Knight was really down on his luck.

In his mind, he imagined the Death Knight’s current situation: under the moonlight, Skeleton A, missing its head, groped its way forward with a white cane, the cold wind whispered through its lonely heart, silently calling out to its steed—a scene both tragic and absurd.

No wonder the Death Knight hadn’t found Yuliya for so long, having lost so much, including his head, finding the horse would be miraculous indeed.

Wayne smirked.

Frankly, he didn’t want to give up the power that had fallen into his hands.

Especially since wearing the Death Knight’s “Vest System” made it perfect to conceal his identity while doing bad things at night—no, when performing acts of chivalry—it was more beneficial than harmful.

The temptation was too great for Wayne to let go, so he decided to take it one step at a time and keep riding for now!

“Yuliya, you just mentioned the Underworld Great Tomb; can you elaborate on that?”

Wayne had heard many urban legends about the Underworld Great Tomb, with the most famous underground cemetery located in Farak Paris, transformed from an abandoned quarry.

It’s said to contain millions of people, and where bones are piled like mountains so that one shovel strike would cause bones to gush forth.

There are legends of the Underworld Great Tomb in Lundan too, only becoming popular in recent years, initially linked to the night subway.

According to witnesses, the subway was running as usual when it suddenly entered a tunnel filled with mountains of skeletons.

The Lundan subway has long been a hotbed for urban legends with all sorts of stories, like a night train going straight to Hell, transporting the souls of the dead, never to return.

It’s pretty sinister!

Wayne didn’t understand as he rode the Undead Horse, walking the Evil Spirit Dog, circling the graveyard again and again.

Three skeleton frames gathered together as if inspecting their territory.

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“Why would the Death Knight’s steed appear in Lundan when the Underworld Great Tomb is in Paris?

His warhorse can’t possibly turn up here…”

“There’s only one truth, the Death Knight is in Lundan!”

Bang!

Hefei slammed her hand onto the table, her cold gaze sweeping over the three Priests at the meeting table: “First the Dark Knight rises, and now the Death Knight has extended his clutches to Lundan.

Your incompetence shames me.

Now, who can give me a reasonable explanation?”

“…”x3

The three priests, two men and one woman, all appeared to be in their thirties to forties, and they all fell silent upon hearing this.

The Naturalism Church had deeply rooted itself in the Windsor Kingdom for many years and, due to its geographical position across the sea, had always paid particular attention to the Windsor District.

In Lundan, the Naturalism Church established its district headquarters, with a High Priest stationed at the top of its power hierarchy to oversee everything, assisted by four other priests.

For over a century, things had been peaceful until the Dark Knight appeared in Lundan!

The knight serving the Dark Goddess, wielding immense strength, repeatedly annihilated the strongholds of the Naturalism Church.

The organization organized several ambushes, even calling upon priests from the Churches of the Sun and Moon, only to find themselves vastly outmatched and making a spectacle of themselves.

In the most recent hunt, the Naturalism Church deployed all its elites within the Windsor Domain, gathering everyone in Lundan, vowing to redeem their former disgrace.

Over a hundred mages failed to defeat a single Dark Knight, and the supreme leader, the High Priest, was hammered within an inch of his life on the spot and nearly left for dead on the battlefield.

The incapable High Priest was recalled to headquarters to recuperate.

Dark corruption had infested his mind and consciousness, his life hanging by a thread, and whether he could be cured was still up in the air.

Control over the Windsor District was tightly held by the four priests, and the parachuted-in Hefei couldn’t issue orders effectively.

Decrees couldn’t leave the High Priest’s office, reducing her to the status of an attractive but ineffective figurehead.

The turning point occurred in the Earth Core Cult of Enrold Town, or more precisely, the turning point was the self-proclaimed Void Lord Legendary Mage, Marshall.

Marshall was a Legendary Mage in the Naturalism Church’s Windsor District, with outstanding military achievements and renowned reputation.

Due to his exceptional merits and unrivaled influence in contributing to the Windsor Kingdom, he was ennobled by the Royal Family.

It could be said that Marshall played an indispensable role in the establishment of the Lundan headquarters in the Windsor District.

And so, the Windsor District drew a large number of Marshall’s disciples and followers.

Marshall had a prominent disciple named Sidney, one of the four priests of the Windsor District, equally distinguished.

Had it not been for his master going mad and betraying the faith, staining him so severely that it could not be washed clean, Sidney could have naturally ascended to the position of High Priest.

According to those above, Marshall might have lost his mind and caused a scandal by openly forsaking the Goddess, but Sidney remained a devout Naturalism Disciple.

The Church acknowledged his faith, permitting him to continue holding the position of priest.

Sidney was no child and knew better than to take such words at face value.

Not becoming High Priest did not hinder him from exercising the powers of one.

In collusion with his three colleagues, he wielded power firmly, subverting the authority of the new High Priest, Hefei.

Watching helplessly, Hefei struggling, Sidney thought to himself that his position was now secure.

Before he could rejoice for long, his master betrayed him once again.

An Earth Core Cult sacrifice occurred in Enrold Town, and Sidney was implicated with unclear ties to the heretical cult, suspended, and sent home to exchange stares with an owl.

Whether or not there were any ties, and whether Sidney provided a protective umbrella for the Earth Core Cult, is still under investigation, and the details cannot be disclosed due to the gravity of the situation.

But Sidney’s acceptance of bribes and keeping of mistresses had been thoroughly investigated, with irrefutable evidence and beyond doubt.

In the arena of power, the truth is often insignificant; what matters is that Sidney has been ousted.

Hefei took the opportunity to reclaim some power and, by thwarting the wicked ambitions of the Earth Core Cult, rescued the townspeople and preserved the reputation of the Church, earning praises and congratulations from headquarters.

On that day, Hefei took advantage of the situation to pressure the three priests, regaining some authority once again.

She was a very capable woman, cutting through chaos with decisive action, leveraging blunt and straightforward personnel changes to install in every executive department a group of frustrated individuals on the fringes, stifling the three priests until they were left gasping for air, their only choice being to close ranks to resist.

Defeat was inevitable, and their fate had been sealed the day Sidney fell from power—they would either submit or be thoroughly investigated for personal misconduct.

For example, today, Hefei summoned the three priests to have them justify their own incompetence.

The power of the Dark Knight was undeniable; losing to him was simply losing.

The three priests could deflect the blame onto the previous High Priest—they weren’t incompetent; it was the High Priest’s flawed strategy.

But they couldn’t shrug off the responsibility for the Death Knight.

If they couldn’t even manage supervision, what good were they?

Were they just there to eat?

The Naturalism Church does not support the useless.

If they aren’t up to the task, then replace them with someone who can eat and also get things done.

“I’m giving you ten days to find the Death Knight’s undead warhorse and that sword, Shadowmare…”

Hefei swept her gaze across the three of them, and with a snap, threw three thick file folders onto the table, “In ten days, if you haven’t brought back the warhorse and the sword, I will contact headquarters, and everything will be handled officially.”

The hearts of the three went cold—they had not had much time, yet the ruthless woman had already found evidence to frame them.

So what if they were a bit greedy?

They had risked their lives for the Church for so many years; didn’t they deserve to make some hard-earned money to improve their living conditions?