Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 583 - 248: Lying Flat Is Really Comfortable

Boom!

The Phoenix spread its wings, rhythmically pulsating golden light extending from side to side, surrounded by a sky full of fiery light, with golden sparks of fire raining down.

Wayne looked up at the sky, smelling a tremendous vitality amidst the overwhelming sea of fire.

Unlike the vitality found in the natural cycle of creation and destruction, the vitality of the Phoenix soared upwards, aggressive and dominant. The former was like a shield guarding all beings, while the latter was like a spear destroying everything. They could be seen as originating from the same source, but each had its own emphasis.

Within the flames that surrounded the Phoenix, two slender figures stood side by side, dressed in golden, scale-woven combat suits, form-fitting and revealing their excellent figures in full.

Wayne squinted, his Super Vision piercing through the flames to see the forms of the two women clearly.

What’s the use of such good vision?

Wayne chided himself internally, refocusing as the forms of the two women stood amidst the blurred firelight. The details of the golden combat suits became indistinct, and the attractive curves suddenly seemed more provocative.

It’s like manually pixelating, with the same effect as being naked.

The sound of the wind rose from the side—Veronica approached Wayne, speaking discontentedly, "It’s the Phoenix bloodline. Ottilia actually has this kind of bloodline hidden so deep. No wonder she could replace the spot from the Prussia District."

"Perhaps..."

Wayne neither confirmed nor denied, basing his thoughts on the information provided by Regina and his limited understanding of the situation, he had roughly guessed which members of the Church’s higher echelons stood behind the two women.

The Pope.

Not every major district can find supporters within the higher ranks of the Church, like the candidates from Iberia and Greece; their strength counts as average.

With talent but not quite genius, and without anyone’s support, they’re just background boards meant to accompany the race. While others bring cheat sheets into the examination hall, these ones have to solve everything themselves, at most making it to the second round before they stand no chance of breaking into the finals.

The higher-ups could simply arrange a strong competitor, and the candidates from those two major districts won’t be able to score high.

The Windsor District initially had no high-level support either; Saina and Hefei had long since lost contact. It was because of Veronica’s Dragon Blood talent and Saina’s desire for the position of Holy Maiden that the Windsor District managed to get the reference answers.

The Church headquarters are located in Austria, which now belongs to Prussia; counting them, there are a total of six candidates.

It’s impossible for all six candidates to be the Pope’s pawns, the other high-level officials need to scrape by too. But Ottilia and Regina are definitely his pawns.

The replica of Sky City was provided by the Pope;

Regina explicitly stated that they’re currently unwatched;

There’s not a single plant on the lunar surface, and Elves, who can communicate with nature, don’t have a home-field advantage here;

Ottilia’s teacher, Flora, was once a Holy Maiden supported by the Pope and has the same Phoenix bloodline as Regina;

The bloodline of the Phoenix can resonate with the Ruby in the sky, gaining a home-field advantage;

All signs indicate that the two are backed by the Pope, and have received orders to target the Windsor District at all costs, ensuring their elimination in the second round.

It’s certain that the Pope holds the Phoenix bloodline and can give it to whoever he desires, just like what happened with Saina; in order to cultivate Hefei as the Holy Maiden, he infused her with the Dragon Bloodline.

It’s just unclear when Ottilia came into possession of the Phoenix bloodline...

"It must not have been recent; otherwise, Flora couldn’t have persuaded the Pope to change the nomination. She must have had the Phoenix bloodline since she was very young. It’s highly likely it came from Flora..." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

With his analysis, Wayne considered Flora the equivalent of Saina, and Ottilia’s possession of the Phoenix bloodline was explained.

"The Holy Maidens are truly pitiable, manipulated by the higher-ups, only capable of rising if they wish it."

Wayne murmured to himself, "No wonder Flora retired to a life of seclusion, only able to do trifling work like trimming plants. She was disobedient during her tenure and fell out of the Pope’s favor, thus breaking her career path."

Wayne described Flora as disobedient, not ambitious for power and upward mobility, for a simple reason: she lacked the capability.

Those who could arm-wrestle the Pope were either the Divine Oracle High Priest or the Great Prophet, all high-level officials in the Church with real power in their hands. Flora was not of that circle, not even counting as a competitor. Her desire for power to sit on an equal footing was merely insubordination.

"Poor tool, after all the hard work of training Ottilia for so many years, in the end, she is just another tool of the Pope."

Wayne sighed. The Pope would never support Ottilia for the position of Holy Maiden; he had his own more trustworthy people. This outsider, Ottilia, was only fit for the dirty work.

"Veronica, the mission teacher gave us is already completed."

Wayne lamented. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. This saying couldn’t be truer. He had thought the Magic Department on his doorstep was rife with chaos and mismanagement, with higher-ups not acting like humans. Little did he know that the higher-ups at the Church headquarters could stoop even lower.

These power-holders didn’t see anyone besides themselves as human.

How pointless!

Wayne’s interest waned in an instant, looking at the fluttering Phoenix, he felt his fighting spirit vanish completely.

There was no future for the Church in the company of these vermin. This was his first time at the Church headquarters, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would be his last.

He wouldn’t come back even if they begged him in the future. If he did, he would be a fool.

Boom—

The boundless sea of fire contracted and rolled, and within the crimson clouds, a firebird transformed into an elemental force with a hundred-meter wingspan, diving down as a fiery rainbow.

Veronica’s eyes sparkled, and fine white scales appeared on her arms. With the magic power erupting beneath her feet, she clenched her fist and leaped into the air.

Only to be pulled back down by Wayne holding onto her ankle.

"What are you doing?!"

Veronica was completely upset, thought of something, and said angrily, "At this point, you still want to protect her? Tell me, what is your relationship with her?"