Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

Umr was at a loss, clutching the Energy Holy Spear, standing aside. As he was usually taciturn, he couldn't even form a mood.


"Angel... Mona, do we need to keep prisoners for interrogation?"


"No need, I never leave any survivors," Mona's eyes were cold, her memories filled with a sea of blood.


Smedley was burnt to a crisp by the Holy Flame; after the stench of the venom dissipated, the surface turned golden yellow, and the air filled with a rich aroma of meat.


Wayne's index finger twitched. The Holy Flame roasted the devil, and the aroma was enough; he wondered about the taste.


Smedley roared repeatedly, knowing he couldn't personally offer this world to the Lord of Envy. With heavy decisiveness, not willing to back down, he used his own body as a container, praising the might of his envious master.


As a bizarre melody began to play, the air suddenly thickened, and the crumbling projection of Hell showed signs of healing.


Chapter 337 Beauty is Power_4