Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 334 - 165 Forbidden Magic Domain

Boom!

Shadowmare swift as lightning, Death howling, a gray sphere expanded, striking everything tangible and intangible in the vicinity.

Even the Holy Flame, which burns all in its path, showed signs of wilting under the powerful onslaught of Death.

So strong!

But not strong enough!

Wayne, wielding the Heaven Holy Spear, blocked Shadowmare, his eyes flickering with gold. The Death Knight might be incredibly powerful, but the strength the enemy displayed was far from the unspeakable horror, the invincibility, that he had imagined.

Wayne silently made his assessment. Not to mention comparing to the Headless Knight at his peak, even compared to when he wore his Vest System, the opponent’s understanding of Death was three parts weaker.

Moreover, his strength was not as great as Wayne’s.

Then there was nothing to fear!

I can’t beat the Headless Knight, but can’t I beat you?

Wayne’s eyes blazed with ferocity, a magic tide surged, and the enveloping Holy Flame burst forth. He pressured the Death Knight forward with the Heaven Holy Spear braced against Shadowmare.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Walls shattered one after the other, these bricks loosened and weakened by the Death Essence, crumbling upon Wayne’s mighty and forceful impact like poorly constructed tofu-dreg projects.

"You say I betrayed the Goddess, heh, such devotion you have too!"

Now that Wayne confirmed the enemy wasn’t as terrifying as his own fearful assumptions, his tongue likewise grew more nimble: "Your body is weak, your magic unpolished, your spirit lax, your reactions dull, not a single movement is decent. You call yourself a Death Knight? Pah, it’s embarrassing even to watch."

The Death Knight roared in anger, infuriated by Wayne’s taunting. The ruby on the hilt of Shadowmare’s sword glowed, and a portal opened beside the knight.

The Undead Warhorse leaped out, breathing purple flames toward Wayne.

"Yuliya, you betray me too?"

Wayne waved his hand, letting Holy Flame fall like a barrier, denouncing Yuliya’s treacherous act. Previously, she had promised never to leave his side, taking delight beneath him, and yet the moment a new stallion appeared, she forgot her old love.

Better off without such a horse!

"You are not a Death Knight, you’ve never served the Goddess faithfully, so what betrayal is there to speak of!"

Seeing Wayne flustered and exasperated, the Death Knight laughed heartily, ordering the Undead Warhorse to keep charging. Today, he was determined to sever Wayne’s head.

"When I became a knight, you, this tadpole, hadn’t even found your mother yet!"

When it came to verbal sparring, Wayne was much more skillful than the Death Knight.

He swung the Heaven Holy Spear to repel the Death Knight, facing the charge of the Undead Warhorse head-on without dodging. With a sidestep, he clenched his fist, a ball of magic surging and round-house punching the warhorse right in the face.

A muffled thud, the Undead Warhorse staggered back. Wayne’s eyelid twitched, his palm covered in Holy Light to dispel the pain that sank deep into his bones.

He’d been careless and forgotten that he was fighting bones.

However, during that brief moment of contact, Wayne discovered that ’Yuliya’ felt very distant from the cheerful little mare he remembered, exuding a dead, morose air, completely devoid of happiness.

This wasn’t a lack of cheer typical of a skeletal horror but rather a matter of emotion.

Both the Headless Knight and Wayne had been extremely protective of Yuliya, and in such an environment, she was carefree, innocent, and not particularly bright.

Because she didn’t have to think much, Yuliya was happy.

This Undead Warhorse was different, radiating sinister Death Essence from within, resembling a walking corpse, void of any lively freedom.

At first, Wayne thought perhaps Yuliya was nostalgic and forced to attack her former master, which would account for her spirits being down.

But upon looking into those eyes, he realized they were not his horse at all.

He’d never ridden it!

A Death Knight suddenly appearing out of nowhere, an Undead Warhorse he had never seen before, the more Wayne fought, the more confused he became, completely unaware of what he was actually battling.

From the rooftop, Mona descended, flapping her wings. She bathed in Holy Light, her wing feathers extending and dropping one Holy Light Feather after another.

At the same time, her thoughts reached Wayne’s mind.

Team voice communication, established by the master-servant contract.

"Master, I just encountered myself, a version enshrouded in negativity. If I’m not mistaken, the Death Knight you’re fighting against..."

Mona didn’t finish her sentence; it was too offensive, contradicting her faith.

She believed that with just a hint, her master, with his intelligence, would definitely catch on.

"!"

Wayne was startled as he received the telepathic message, realizing what was going on, he looked astonished at the knight and warhorse in the midst of combat.

Holy Light Feathers intersected and fell, dense as rain, booming and shaking in rapid succession, causing the building floors to collapse and tumble down.

The Death Knight, wrapped in Death Essence, unfazed by Mona’s feeble Holy Light like an insignificant itch.

A portal opened beside him, and he mounted the Undead Warhorse, their auras intertwined, the pure white blade dazzling and blinding.

Wayne knew what was coming next. As the portal opened, the Death Knight would ride up behind him on the warhorse, his sword swinging to decapitate him.

This move, he had practiced many times.

Wayne stood still, sheathing the Heaven Holy Spear and dispersing the Golden Rule Holy Intent.

If the opponent really was himself. No, he was quite certain the opponent was not himself.

So, if Yuliya wasn’t Yuliya, and Shadowmare wasn’t Shadowmare, then...

A dark portal opened behind Wayne, the Undead Warhorse burst forth, spewing purple flames, the Death Knight with his sword raised high aimed straight for Wayne’s neck.

"Master?!"

Mona paled with shock, flapping her wings to descend rapidly, trying to reach the center of the battlefield at top speed in an attempt to block the strike with herself.

Grey light spilled from Wayne’s eyes as he drew Shadowmare from the air with a flick of his wrist, sidestepping the blow and blocking the knight’s charge.