Chapter 1555: Chapter 500: It’s Better to Do Without This Sister! (Part 2) Putting it elsewhere is not safe; at that time, Rone had already become the Headless Knight, and Austin, as the Dark Knight, with darkness and death being best friends, was undoubtedly a good choice. The motive is established, the logic is coherent, and Grew is the most likely to be an undercover agent. The least likely is the Executioner ‘Wings of Winter’ Xizor, who personally participated in the attack on Rone, which alone crowns him the top of the Hades rebellion party. Official source is noⅴelfire.net The last Judge, ‘Spirit-eating Crow’ Saine, according to Rone, is a creation of Aztemo; Saine came first, then Rone, so she counts as Rone’s elder sister. Saine is loyal, the number one supporter of Death; upon learning she was involved in the rebellion, even the mastermind, and attempted to seize Death’s Divine Throne, Rone both deeply resented and disdained her. This elder sister is not worth it! “What, can’t speak?” Omilos sneered sarcastically. “There’s nothing to say. Three Subsidiary Gods are all traitors; the Goddess let me enter the Divine Nation to quell the rebellion, that’s the truth.” Wayne’s body swayed, his skull wreathed in black smoke, the pitch-black armor clinging to his skeleton. As he raised his hand slightly, the Shadowmare shed its forced dismal skin, revealing its true form before the crowd. The grayish death aura spread out, enveloping the entire scene, casting a shadow over the hearts of everyone. An invisible death claw gripped everyone’s thoughts; a mere thought from Wayne could completely corrupt their minds, resulting in a physical return to death. Wayne raised his hand and snapped his fingers, releasing the hold on everyone, placing the Shadowmare before him, his eye sockets gleaming with white light: “I have come to rescue the Goddess. Death Banshees, you are the Goddess’s devoted followers. I order you to obey me.” Looking at the imposing Death Knight, the banshees were at a loss, the lead Omilos’s face turned extremely ugly. “I am willing to believe you are the Goddess’s knight, but Lord Xizor is a Subsidiary God, the Goddess’s Proxy. I cannot discern who is truthful, who can truly represent the Goddess…” Can’t tell, simply can’t tell. The Death Banshees were in a dilemma, caught in contradictions, but Laisha had no such concerns, decisively standing behind Wayne, bowing in respect with a group of teammates. “No rush, you can think about it. If unsure which side to join, I won’t force you.” Omilos had been quite considerate of Sukra before the battle; at heart, he is a kind believer. Doers of good deserve goodness; Wayne had no reason to kill to silence, but… “To prevent any leaks, I will forcibly detain you all; you need not participate in the fighting, but cannot disappear from my sight.” Saying this, he let the Death Banshees take their time considering, turning to Laisha: “I know you, former Death Holy Maiden Laisha. I’ve heard many tales about you in the mortal world.” Laisha was puzzled, and Wayne continued: “According to your disciple Sukra, the current Death Holy Maiden, you are an extremely lazy and ambitionless couch potato, whose biggest dream is to finish work early and go home to lie down.” Laisha was utterly baffled. “Bastard, don’t slander me, I haven’t even left!” Sukra stepped forward two steps. “Speaking ill behind backs is unethical; it must be said face to face.” Wayne gave a thumbs up, emphasizing transparency and forthrightness. Laisha looked at Sukra in surprise, staring at the underdeveloped Death Banshee, she exclaimed: “Sukra, you’ve already died?” Wayne’s superb craftsmanship, the Death Banshee he personally remade was just like the real thing; Omilos hadn’t discovered Sukra’s truth, nor did her teacher Laisha notice. Sukra murmured, recalling the scene of her butt being smacked, she felt utterly embarrassed. At the end of the Shadowmare, the Ruby flickered with faint light, Sukra’s form changed back from a 2.5-meter corpse to a normal human appearance. The reunion of mentor and disciple brought joy to Laisha’s face; hands raised, she gave Sukra a hug and lightly kissed her forehead. “Sukra, what’s with your eyes?” “How did you enter Hades…” “The banshee just now…” Laisha bombarded with questions, Sukra answered them one by one, pointing to Wayne beside her: “What do you think, my handpicked Death Knight, he’s amazing, born to be the most perfect knight of death, aren’t my tastes great?” Laisha nodded with relief, wanting to say more, but Sukra was pushed aside, replaced by Wayne, arms raised. He even lowered his head, waiting for Laisha’s willing kiss. Laisha was slightly stunned, never had she seen such a forward knight. After some thought, since he’s just a skeleton, a kiss shouldn’t matter, so she simply raised her hands for a hug. Just as she was about to act, Sukra pulled her… pulled… pulled her away from Wayne’s embrace. “Teacher, be rational, don’t just give in to whoever asks, this guy is a pro at conning women!” Sukra said sternly: “You’ve been a Holy Maiden all your life, became a Divine Palace Official upon entering the Divine Nation, never dated, unaware of the terror of high-society scums. Listen to me, keep your distance from him.” “You say it like you’ve been in love yourself.” Wayne retorted, then said: “Sukra, we can only call our relationship a mentorship; I provide for you carefree, you needn’t do a thing, just lie down every day. This kind of relationship isn’t defined as romance.” Laisha gasped, stepping back two steps, not feeling well at all. “Sukra, you are a Holy Maiden, how can you lack self-control ? How did I teach you in the past!”