Chapter 1552: Chapter 500: Whose Soldier Is This, So Fierce (Part 3) She transmitted telepathically: “I guess after the Goddess fell asleep, the lady officials were imprisoned in the Prison of the Lost. They are the most loyal disciples of the Goddess, and would never betray her. After Rone rescued them…” Sukra explained his analysis, finally adding: “Laisha is my teacher, a companion of Rone, one of us. Remember to know when to stop, and definitely don’t intentionally or accidentally tease her.” Sukra wasn’t worried that Wayne would harm Laisha. Wayne just doesn’t act humanely, not like a beast, but because of not acting humanely, he’s bound to be quite irritated. “Got it, when women say no, they mean yes. Your teacher used to treat you poorly, and you want me to teach her a harsh lesson.” Wayne patted his bony chest, willing to help Sukra vent this grudge. You bastard, you clearly already understood! “Since she’s your teacher, one of us, there’s no need to put on an act. I’ll take care of this side shortly, and we can find Rone through your teacher Laisha.” Wayne raised an eyebrow, thinking that once they find Rone, they could lay a trap, and the three subsidiary Gods would be in the bag. If everything goes smoothly, they could complete the Hades copy quickly, and see the Goddess of Death by tomorrow. Wayne could find the three subsidiary Gods himself, but being new and honest in this foreign land, he wasn’t sure of their exact strength in Hades, and felt insecure without a teammate guarding the front. With Rone around, it’s different. The former Death Knight’s moral qualities shine brightly, painfully glaring Wayne’s eyes. No need for Wayne to retreat; the teammate would automatically shield the front. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.net Sukra used telepathic transmission to awaken the laughing Wayne, expressing his plea: “Omilos is a good person, and so are these Death Banshees. They are all devoted disciples of the Goddess, misled by Xizor into making mistakes. If possible, could you go easier on them?” Saying this, he adjusted the hem of the gray robe. Big sis, you’re a corpse now; normal people don’t have that kind of kink. Plus, why would flashing your thigh make me listen to you? Who gave you that misconception? Was it Dreyne? That’s truly unfortunate. The gray mist of death wanders in the high sky, rolling clouds blot out the sun as if a giant hand slowly presses down, infusing endless strength into the undead creatures on the battlefield. Both sides received buffs equally, meaning neither side really has a buff. The battle had already begun, Sukra positioned at the rear of the battlefield, with thousands of skeletons clashing. The vast area obscures the view of the other side of the field. Only glimpses of huge beasts crashing around, and Death Banshees in the sky casting faith magic, with massive harpy skeletons plummeting like dumplings. Serving as the primary cannon fodder, numerous skeleton soldiers formed dense arrays, charging forward with cold bone blades. Devoid of fear, unaware of pain, and never retreating. At the battlefield’s center, two skeletal beasts resembling giant dragons clashed, wrestling from the sky to the ground, then rolling back to the sky, stirring a tempest in the foggy sea. Their terrifying destructive power casually sent large swathes of skeleton soldiers flying into the air with a wing beat or tail swipe. “Hurry, hurry, they’re getting serious over there.” Sukra urgently urged. “Don’t worry, calming fights is my specialty, I’m a professional.” Wayne adjusted the bull horn helmet, dragging a broken sword with a chipped edge along the ground, disappearing from Sukra’s sight with a forward lunge. With a sudden rush of wind, a delayed vortex exploded with a terrifying sound, the white mist retreated in all directions, and a clap of thunder echoed across the battlefield sky. Omilos stood aloft, commanding the entire army, heard the thunder from behind, mistook it for an ambush, hurriedly turned to look. In sight, a vortex of death aura, resembling a spiral drill, charged into the battlefield’s core, with writhing gray tentacles smashing aside everything in its path. Skeleton soldiers dispersed on contact, skeletal behemoths exploded into fragments, and the sound of glass shattering erupted continuously as layers of prohibitory barriers at the battlefield center were toppled, then shattered. In just a few breaths, the gray drill reached deep into the battlefield, colliding with the two grappling giant dragon skeletons, accelerating straight forward. The two skeletal dragons seemed to sense something, paused their grappling, simultaneously turning to the oncoming attacker. “Roar roar roar————” x2 The dragons beat their wings and roared, two streams of death aura combined, and a dense gray torrent rushed across the earth, colliding with the gray drill accompanied by rolling thunder. At the first contact, the dragon’s breath shattered, the spiral drill tore through the torrent unscathed, its momentum unabated. Whose subordinate is this, to be so formidable! Omilos was astonished, looking at the drill’s impact direction, seemingly on the enemy battlefield, thus one of their own, yet the merciless stance towards allies seemed more like an undercover sent by the enemy. The gray drill leaped, the death aura dissipated, revealing an unremarkable skeleton soldier. Thin and malnourished, clad in ragged armor and weaponry, wearing a bull horn helmet. Oh, isn’t this that goofy skeleton? Omilos widened his eyes in disbelief, suspecting visual illusions, while nearby Death Banshees halted their spells, staring in shock at their mighty reinforcement. Both bone dragons roared, raising wings aloft, the ghostly blue light in their eye sockets flared instantly. With a flash of white light, both bone dragons froze midair, the skeleton soldier landed with a thud in a deeply indented crater, using the momentum to leap into the air, heading straight for the enemy lines.