Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 77 - 68 An Even Tougher One Arrives_2

77: Chapter 68: An Even Tougher One Arrives_2

77 -68: An Even Tougher One Arrives_2

A talent in Death!

The followers of the Goddess of Death came knocking, and it was no coincidence that Grey, one of the three Proxies of the Goddess, personally took to the field to recruit him.

If the previous Death Knight had sacrificed himself, Wayne had a great chance of becoming the new Death Knight.

Without further ado, Wayne trained his riding skills in the cemetery, exploring the usage of Shadowmare with Yuliya’s guidance, he could simply copy the homework of the predecessor.

The Death within Wayne was not singular, upon finer inspection, there were two kinds of eternity.

One originated from Shadowmare, focusing on curses, manipulating thoughts, and plunging enemies into an eternal nightmare.

The other came from Caforno Town, emphasizing tranquility, which was like pausing time, freezing the enemy’s thoughts at the moment they were struck by the sword.

Compared to these two powerful Death attributes that directly attacked the mind, other attributes like awakening the dead, corrupting flesh, and immortal bodies seemed more like additional effects.

When all is said and done, the mind is the key.

To severely damage the enemy’s thoughts is to win, and there are numerous paths to Death depending on one’s thoughts.

“It’s a pity that my magic power isn’t strong enough, and my thoughts are insufficient; even with the enhancement, I can’t fully unleash the might of the two kinds of Death,” Wayne lamented.

Encouraged by the Undead Hounds and Warhorse, he soon perked up.

No more talking, it’s time to get rolling; only by keeping at it can he unfold a new world.

…

At this time, outside of the cemetery, more than a dozen figures were hiding in the mist.

With the cover of the fog, they perfectly blended into nature, their presence tightly concealed, imperceptible unless one were to look up close.

The leading priestess was Simon Emily.

She had discarded her long priestly robes in favor of a more practical and tailored outfit, leading the Surgical Knife Elites from Lundan to investigate the cemetery.

Simon had already capitulated to Hefei; to demonstrate her loyalty, she cut off her long hair and adopted a short hairstyle just like Hefei’s.

Merely cutting hair wasn’t enough to earn Hefei’s trust, so she assigned Simon a mission.

The graveyard here was rumored to be haunted at midnight, with traces of coffins moved and soil disturbed, suggesting the presence of the Death Knight nearby.

Simon was tasked with confirming the reliability of this information.

Thus, the usually office-bound Simon found herself on the front line, having carefully selected what she believed to be the ten best of the Surgical Knife Elites.

The Paris District’s Scalpel Organization, established later than that of Lundan, was significantly weaker in strength.

Coupled with the recent ravage by the Dark Knight, Lundan’s organization suffered heavy losses, leaving Simon with little choice but to make do with what she had.

Taking on the Death Knight alone was impossible, unless in a dream.

In dreams, it might indeed be possible to triumphantly return holding the Death Knight’s head.

The reality was the Death Knight beheading everyone and lining up their heads on the fence. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Hefei knew it, and Simon knew it too, tonight’s operation was nothing more than a display of fealty; rhetoric alone was insufficient, sincerity must be shown.

If Simon encountered the Death Knight’s steed, she could retreat at any time without penalty.

Not only would there be no punishment, but she would also be rewarded for bringing back crucial information.

Simon eyed the graveyard where the cold wind whistled and gestured silently.

The ten members of the Surgical Knife spread out, each taking up positions for scouting and guard duty.

Low risk does not mean no risk.

Simon always remembered this fact: a cautious mage lives long.

One of the Surgical Knife Elites placed his hands on the ground, connecting his thoughts with the vegetation, using the roots to expand his field of vision and scout the cemetery without blind spots.

His senses picked up lush greenery all around the graveyard, except for a pitch-black area in the center, where his vision was blocked, unable to penetrate the darkness.

That was understandable; graveyards often harbored the essence of Death, to which life instinctively recoiled from afar.

It made sense that the darkness was impenetrable.

Under Simon’s instruction, the elite operative took out a glass bottle, poured pollen onto his palm, and gently blew it out.

The naked eye could not see the dispersed pollen, but it guided the elite’s sight successfully into the graveyard.

All this time, not a single person used their magic power.

As far as infiltration was concerned, they were all truly experts.

“Roar roar roar————”

A bizarre wind howled across the ground, ruffling the vegetation and violently shaking the tree shadows, warning the group that danger was approaching.

The elite operative whispered, “There’s an Undead Hound, nearly identical to the Feral Hound that accompanies the Death Knight reported in the intelligence.

Three months ago, an urban legend about this Feral Hound surfaced in Lundan Town, first at a pet shelter, but this information needs to be verified.”

With an expressionless face, the elite relayed the information, waiting for Simon’s next command.

“Can you see any more?” Simon pressed down her surprise and wanted to confirm the whereabouts of the Undead Warhorse, yet feared her underlings might truly spot the Death Knight.

“Only the Undead Feral Hound.

It seems to have sensed my gaze and is searching around.

Now is the best time to retreat,” the elite said.

“Retreat!”

Simon didn’t hesitate for a moment.

The task for the night had been declared complete, confirming the existence of the Undead Feral Hounds and bringing back an important piece of intelligence.

Many magical beings wandered in the thick fog of Lundan, a shelter provided for these creatures with the coming of night.

Several churches joined hands to eradicate batches of magical beings and set up a Guardian Barrier to ensure the safety of the citizens at night, but there were always some beings that snuck into Lundan Town through the cracks; the Undead Feral Hound might have been one of them.

It occupied the cemetery as its territory.

As for why the Undead Feral Hound was involved with the Death Knight, perhaps it was because bones tend to attract one another.

Simon sensed the crisis and was unwilling to linger, leading the Surgical Knife Elites to a direct retreat.

She took the middle, responsible for being protected.

“Rawr————”

Along with a low roar, the omnipresent fog violently churned, gathering from afar to the periphery of the cemetery, forming serpentine tendrils, twisting and searching for something.

The group halted, trying to conceal their presence as best as they could, but the fog was not only for detection; it could also observe to some extent on a physical level.

Several of the more astute elites immediately realized that they had been exposed; the roar of the Undead Feral Hound was calling for something.

“Immediate retreat!”

Two elites supported Simon, whose combat spirit was commendable, while the rest joined forces to expand the Guardian Barrier, pushing through the mist like slashing through brambles to accelerate their escape.

They had rich combat experience, decisive execution, and if all went without incident, they would definitely be able to retreat safely tonight.

Whoosh!

The fog formed into talons like interlocking canine teeth gnawing at the Guardian Barrier, leaving visible scratches with each impact.

In just ten seconds, more than a hundred scratches appeared.

The elites’ magic power rapidly declined, shocked at the strength of the Undead Feral Hound, especially its mastery over the fog, which was terrifyingly powerful.

In terms of strength, the Undead Hound was not merely a magical being born from the mist but had also received blessings from the Death Knight.

Crack!

The jaws of the hounds tore at the barrier; the force grew stronger, the onslaught more ferocious.

The elites realized that some must stay behind to cover the retreat; ignoring Simon’s pale face, five stayed behind while the other five made a full-on breakout.

Of course, they still took their nominal leader Simon with them.

Boom!

The moment the barrier shattered, vines burst from the soil, growing into giants over ten meters tall that held back the fog, blocking the vicious hounds coming from all directions.

Shadows raced across the ground, swiftly heading towards the edge of the dense fog.

The elites deduced that the fog controlled by the Undead Feral Hound had a certain range; breaking through it would allow them to leave the dominion of the Undead Hound and respond more effectively.

The elites left to cover the retreat weren’t in a hurry either, having survived even more dangerous situations before.

The Scalpel Organization was the reason the High Priest had escaped the Dark Knight’s pursuit.

Suddenly, the fog cleared dramatically, and the hazy moonlight poured down.

The pressure diminished, and the terrifying atmosphere abruptly ceased.

The five covering elites looked incredulously at the hounds in front of them, not understanding why their attack had stopped.

What shocked them more was what happened next: their colleagues who had managed to escape returned at an even faster pace, once again carrying Priest Simon.

Could you please not be so outrageous?

We went all out to create an opportunity for you to break out; can’t you cherish it a bit?

Faced with their colleagues’ angry looks, the five who returned were extremely helpless.

They went in the wrong direction; something fiercer was over there, and they couldn’t break through.

Under the moonlight, the sound of horse hooves was crisp.

The Death Knight perched atop the Undead Warhorse, a skeleton head shrouded in black mist, eyes of dancing white flames inspecting them.

A grave voice sounded:

“Don’t leave, stay and add to the feast!”