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

Wayne wanted to see what exactly the insignia of the Michael Angel Legion looked like.


Soon, Wayne spotted the threads; indeed, they were golden.


Ugh—what he meant was, he saw the Crucifix Stigmata of the Michael Legion, and yes, it was golden.


The stigmata consisted of one Holy Spear and two Holy Swords, standing amidst a field of golden grass. Though sparse, the grass was well-tended, revealing the owner's love for life and deep reverence for nature...


A golden beam shot backward, breaking through the Holy Light Barrier and crashing straight into Wayne, who was seated on a chair.


Wayne had been scrutinizing the Michael Legion's stigmata, analyzing the details to judge what kind of Angel Michael might be—whether, as Pride had said, he was an Angel whose humility surpassed even Pride's arrogance.


Hearing the sound of wind slicing toward him, Wayne didn't even turn his head. He raised his hand and caught it.


Chapter 438 Not Only Will the Devil Not Slander You, It Will Also Praise You_4