Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 78 - 69 Don’t be nervous it affects the taste

78: Chapter 69: Don’t be nervous, it affects the taste.

78: Chapter 69: Don’t be nervous, it affects the taste.

The Knight under the moon, the silent night.

It was so quiet that the group could hear each other’s rapidly accelerating heartbeats.

Their hearts were grasped tightly by a cold bony claw, each beat bringing intense pain, and each wave of pain quickening their heartbeat.

Looking at the suddenly appearing Death Knight, Priest Simon felt an indescribable fear rising from the bottom of her heart; her thoughts became uncontrollable and chaotic, her rationality devoured bit by bit.

Simon’s vision blurred, she looked around, the sky was gloomy, the rain and fog hazy; she and her teammates seemed to be in the Death Kingdom, endless tombstones of all shapes and colors.

Will-o’-the-wisps flickered, the cold fog twisted into ghastly, clawing shadowy figures, slowly approaching them.

Simon felt her body bound by something, unable to move or make a sound.

When trying to muster Magic Power, she found herself empty within.

She suddenly realized that she was no longer on the God-chosen Continent, but cast into the Death Kingdom by Shadowmare.

The Goddess of Death’s Divine Nation!

According to the Church’s records, once slain by the sword of a Death Knight, the victims’ souls could never be preserved, reaching the Death Kingdom to suffer eternal frost.

Her current situation was exactly as described in the records.

Am I dead?

When did it happen, when did the Death Knight draw his sword?

The fear of death intensified, like a huge tide rushing towards Simon, her heartbeat accelerating wildly, yet the blood flowing inside her became colder and colder, until her blood froze along with her heart.

Ghostly figures passed through her teammates’ bodies, taking away their numb spirits; before her eyes, a ghostly claw slowly reached out, resting quietly on her forehead.

She knew she couldn’t escape; her soul and those of her teammates would be imprisoned forever in the Death Kingdom.

A suffocating darkness rushed over, Simon’s fear peaking at that moment, her sanity completely collapsed, and she fainted with a scream.

Wayne looked at the fallen Mage speechless, what’s going on?

Fainted from an illusion, that afraid of ghosts, why come to a graveyard late at night?

A person’s name, a tree’s shadow, the notorious Death Knight.

Simon, an office leader, accustomed to paperwork, thought she had encountered the real deal, fainted from excessive shock, completely oblivious that it was just a simple psychic illusion.

With poor combat experience, she should not have been on the front lines.

In contrast, the Surgical Knife Elites from the Scalpel Organization performed admirably.

Caught briefly in the illusion, they immediately broke free, not one of them letting their minds be affected.

But facing a Death Knight, even with professional training and maintaining sanity against any foe, they couldn’t avoid the shadowy clouds of fear that loomed overhead.

“Cackling————”

Wayne chuckled, scanning over the crowd: “Don’t be nervous, it affects the taste, I don’t like souls that wet themselves.”

The Skeleton’s voice was ice-cold, like an ice knife piercing the heart, the Elites withstood immense pressure, and made a decisive move to attack.

They knew full well that once the Death Knight took action, they would likely be left without the slightest opportunity to fight back.

The Crucifix Star crossed, the Guardian Barrier shot up from the ground, not to defend but to seal; in the blink of an eye, they constructed a seal, trapping both the Death Knight and the Undead Warhorse.

Ah Bin roared in anger, Wayne waved his hand signaling the other to calm down.

He curiously looked at the towering green barrier, rode forward and touched it with his hand.

Wayne was testing the limits of the Death Knight’s Vest System.

Although Yuliya praised her master as omnipotent, rumors can’t match seeing for oneself; anyone can boast, but is it an Undead Warhorse or an Undead Mule will be known after a stroll…

A few no-cost sparring partners came knocking on the door, seemingly quite powerful.

They were the ones.

Wayne waved his hand, casting down a mist of grey, Death clashed with Nature, two opposed forces violently collided, after a brief stalemate, Death clearly prevailed, and the strong vital force of Nature was devastated, the green barrier corroded into a huge gap.

Seeing this, the Elites immediately launched a powerful counterattack, Natural Oscillations, Life Contract, Defensive Barriers, Offering to All Things – high-level magic of the Naturalism Church was cast one by one.

Powerful Magic Power waves crazily altered reality, forging a verdant Magical Forest on the desolate wasteland.

Ten streams of consciousness navigated through it, reshaping the forest’s form, summoning Nature Spirits to completely erase the concept of Death.

Wayne, surrounded by grey mist, dissipated the greenery upon contact, turning the table to erase the concept of the Nature Spirits instead.

With a gulf between their qualities, no matter the number, it was a dead end.

The Undead Knight rode out effortlessly from the Magical Forest, drawing the White Bone Longsword and slashing fiercely through the air.

The sword’s light severed the ten channels of thought connecting to the Magical Forest, interrupting their casting, and in an instant, severely injured the ten Surgical Knife Elites, leaving them pale with no strength left to fight after a single blow.

Unable to test the Vest System’s limit, Wayne was very disappointed, but the pretense still had to be maintained; he fixed his gaze on the ten Elites, “Who’s the team leader, step forward.”

“…”x10

“Heh, judging by your earlier performance, I thought you all were courageous warriors who did not fear sacrifice, but it turns out you’re afraid when facing death, the disciples of the Nature Goddess are nothing more than this.”

Wayne sneered: “I’ll give you another chance, who is the team leader?

If he steps forward, I’ll spare the rest of you.”

Still silence.

The ostensible team leader lay unconscious on the ground, the Elites hesitating over whether to wake her.