Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 336 - 165 Forbidden Magic Domain_3

"Despicable, the fight hasn’t even started..."

Hiss!

The blade of his sword slashed across the neck. The Death Knight staggered, sword propped on the ground, one hand clutching his throat as blood seeped through his fingers, coughing violently.

Wayne, swinging his long sword to shake off the blood that wasn’t there, shook his head, "Wayne, huh? You’re definitely not me."

The Death Knight, swaying, kneeled on one knee, a boundless chill assailing him, his vision of the world turning grey.

The Undead Warhorse behind him stood motionless, expressing no sorrow as its master’s end drew near.

"I am you... a version of you shrouded in negativity..."

Struggling to raise his head, his vicious eyes filled with hatred, he said, "I won’t die. The next time the Mirror World descends, I will certainly behead you."

As his words ended, the mirror shattered, and both the Death Knight and the warhorse vanished without a trace.

What is the Mirror World?

Wayne’s eyebrows lifted. He had tested his opponent. The enemy’s strength was too weak, their speed and reflexes completely unable to keep up.

It meant that they didn’t have The Book of Greed; the Essence of Life had not been greatly enhanced. They were just at the level of an ordinary mage, who could only fight against him with the aid of Shadowmare, but without it, they were easy prey.

If the Mirror World is to be taken literally, capable of reflecting an exact copy of oneself, Wayne had reason to suspect that the mirror had not been refreshed, and what it showed was not him but the Wayne from before.

Thinking this, Wayne took a cool breath. When he had first arrived, he was entangled by the Death Church and even received an invitation from the Observer, one of the three Proxies.

Hefei wasn’t the first to intercept; it was Kriss who had done so, snatching him from the embrace of the Goddess of Death herself.

"Master, I am unable to open the portal."

Yuliya jumped down from the high platform, explaining her condition to Wayne, who smiled and waved his hand to dispel the Shadowmare.

Yuliya disappeared along with the Shadowmare.

Shedding the vest of the Death Knight, Wayne uttered a light exclamation. He could clearly sense it: not only had the Four Elements in the air disappeared, but the magic power inside him was also suppressed to the point of immobility.

To have thoughts but be unable to cast magic!

"Magic shouldn’t be such an inconvenient thing. Although I don’t know what this limitation is, for a true powerhouse, such constraints can always be broken."

Wayne was quite sure. He might not be able to resist this limitation, but the vest of the Death Knight could, and he could still sense Shadowmare, ready to summon it to his side at any moment.

Besides...

His chest stirred, and the seal hadn’t been tightened!

"Master..."

Mona jumped down from the high platform, standing behind Wayne with an expression of utter deprivation, as pitiful as an abandoned puppy, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"What you just saw, don’t tell anyone. This is my trust in you; don’t disappoint me." Wayne gave an order, only then noticing Mona’s pitiful look, on the verge of tears.

After some thought, he roughly understood why and smiled as he motioned for Mona to come closer.

Slap!

"Still sad?"

"It hurts."

Slap!

"Much better now."

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"Stop blinking; just two slaps. Any more would be rewarding you. You think it’s that easy to trick me?"

To refuse to be fooled, the effort starts with me!

Wayne pulled Mona close and exploded with a gust of wind as he leaped to the upper levels.

This had nothing to do with magic power, but pure physical strength.

"Mona, can you still sense magic power?"

"The magic power is sealed. I can’t release Holy Light directly, but I can through the Stigmata, although it’s much slower than usual." Mona held up her hand, the cross-shaped Stigmata shining undiminished.

Wayne nodded, "At first, I thought this was a trap by the Death Knight, but he was too weak to be a threat to me. Plus, you saw the mirror too..."

He looked at the ravaged corridor, space folded intricately, perfectly sealed with no overlapping spatial planes to be found.

"This isn’t targeting us; there are other mages fighting in the hotel."

"Boss, shall we join the fight?" Mona knew her master would not stay silent.

"Of course. Apart from being unnecessarily dragged into a fight, whoever it is must apologize. Just the disregard for ordinary people and setting up such a widespread deadly snare, I can’t stand by and do nothing."

Wayne narrowed his eyes, a third reason forming in his mind; he smelled an opportunity.

Such a lavish display meant something huge was at stake. Whether the ambushers or the ambushed, especially the unlucky ambush victims, must possess treasures of value.

They would suffer a slight, tearfully retrieve their lost treasures, both sides would call a truce, and all would be well!

Wayne, with a serious face rubbing his hands, said, "Let’s go. I sensed magical fluctuations during the fight; follow me to execute justice."

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