Mythology Rebooted Chapter 233 - 233 131 Not One Left!

233: Chapter 131 Not One Left!

233: Chapter 131 Not One Left!

Outpost Two.

In the square of the Dark Ancient City, Black Sorcerers closed their eyes to ditate.

They were not aware of the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s plan for tonight, gathering here not only because they were impressed by the strength Jeliff displayed during recruitnt but also because they relished the opportunity to bask in the shade of a large tree.

According to Jeliff, the reason Black Sorcerers had beco the target of universal loathing, akin to rats crossing the street, was not due to their cruelty but because they were too disparate and unorganized to form a power structure.

Everything in the world boils down to the exchange of interests; once they ford a power bloc, Black Sorcerers could walk under the light of day.

Jeliff was preparing to establish the ‘Black Magic Alliance,’ thus he sincerely invited those ambitious enough to join.

The initial phase might be tough, but as long as they could withstand this period, a bright future awaited everyone.

“A bunch of trash!”

Jeliff looked at the over two hundred lackeys he had painstakingly recruited—they were neither here nor there—and felt he had deeply failed his master’s instructions.

To make up for it, he had purposely planned sothing big.

While gathering information on Black Sorcerers, he had discovered a welfare institution in the Central District, and it was clear that this institution was no ordinary place.

By following the trail, he could uncover a powerful Black Sorcerer.

Tonight, Jeliff planned to make contact with this Black Sorcerer.

If he could persuade the other to join, his master would certainly be delighted.

However, the cautionary tale of ‘Bruce’ made him hesitate.

What if he dug up another ingrate, only to fall into the sa trap twice?

Being a lackey is too hard!

In the end, loyalty triumphed over everything, and Jeliff prepared to set out tonight.

Obviously, he too was unaware of the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s plan and considered himself the essential right-hand of the Devil, an indispensable executor.

But in the eyes of the Devil, Jeliff was rely slightly more significant cannon fodder, nothing more.

Boom!!!

In a corner of the square, bricks and stones cracked open with a thunderous blast.

The stable space of the Ancient City was breached at one end, and a black fissure burst open with crackling, as blinding light filled with heat surged in.

With irresistible divine authority, searing white flas instantly eradicated several nearby Black Sorcerers.

“Holy Light Magic?!”

Jeliff paled with shock.

Entry and exit from the Ancient City had to go through teleportation gates, and without the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s permission, no one could intrude.

What could have gone wrong?

His eyes flashing with malevolence, he scanned his subordinates.

It was clear to him that there must be a traitor in their midst.

All at once, a radiant light shone forth, and a figure clad in white armor leaped into view.

The Holy Scripture Armor was noble and magnificent, with a complex and secretive pattern, much like a finely crafted piece of art, ticulous in every detail.

The Knight was tall and imposing, his eyes blazing like golden flas.

In his hand, he held a holy lance, primarily white and adorned with intricate gold patterning.

Artley!

The forr leader of the Guardian Knights Order and now captain of the Tactical Squad.

Brandishing the holy lance, he pointed it at the sky, and Magic Power burst forth like a raging tide, with the intensifying Holy Light soaring overwhelmingly.

A majestic crucifix of Holy Light rose from the ground as sudden as lightning in broad daylight, radiating steadfast brilliance that lit up the do of the Dark Ancient City, commanding an awe not to be desecrated.

As the crucifix unfolded, mbers of the Tactical Squad entered the Ancient City through the Spatial Fissure.

The numbers were small, around twenty, all in white robes, their eyes shooting silver light, each capable of fighting ten on their own.

Their robes were the sa as Mona’s; style-wise, they bore a striking resemblance to the armor on Artley, likely a mass-produced version inspired by the original.

“The Devil’s minions…”

Artley’s gaze swept the arena, and among the crowd of black-robed figures, he singled out the distinctive Jeliff, stepped forward, shattering the ground beneath him.

The holy lance shone brightly, as he teleported before Jeliff in an instant.

Jeliff turned into a mist of shadows and dissipated, narrowly evading the fatal attack.

Artley swung his lance horizontally, causing the air to hiss explosively where the tip passed.

The focused Holy Light burst forth like petals, shooting out one after another and turning into white Holy Flas that devastated upon touch.

In an instant, over a dozen Black Sorcerers who had co to cling to Jeliff for protection were reduced to ashes, not even having the chance to cry out before they were consud by the Holy Flas.

Watching in horror, Jeliff erupted with Magic Power, waving his five fingers to summon a black tempest.

Within it hid five bladelike winds, releasing a chill as fierce as the holy lance, striking hard against Artley’s chest.

However, the usually unstoppable blow found no purchase today, repelled with ease by the radiance blooming from the armor.

The remnants of the attack hit Artley, who seed unfazed as he casually swept his lance, plucking Jeliff from the shroud of darkness and slamming him into the ground.

Boom!

The ground of the Ancient City trembled thunderously, stones flew through the air, and a pillar of dust soared skyward.

Artley glanced at the shattered Black Robe in the crater alongside the white pigeon, snorted coldly, and incinerated them with Holy Fla, commanding loudly, “Spare none!”

Despite his words, the squad mbers could only watch as Artley slaughtered relentlessly, invincible with the holy lance, burning Black Sorcerers to a cinder without leaving any ashes.

The squad occasionally took advantage of the situation, only managing to play a supportive role, circling from all sides to herd the Black Sorcerers towards Artley.

They kept their distance from their leader, fearing in the heat of the massacre he might burn them as if they were Black Sorcerers.

Within the encircling net, Jeliff, who had narrowly escaped death by substituting himself with magic, was still in shock.

Fighting was out of the question; the ironclad adversary before him was a humanoid beast cloaked in Holy Light.

In haste, he contacted the Thousand-Eyed Demon to inform of the outpost’s exposure and activated a teleportation gate, fleeing to Outpost Three with a few subordinates.