"No, the mission is only halfway done..." Wayne pushed aside the Night Gods blocking his way, eyes glinting with white light, curiously sizing up the four incoming Demigods: "They look quite formidable. Capture them all; Saine would certainly fly into a rage. That would count as completing the mission." The Nine Night Gods looked at each other in silence, feeling Wayne’s words made sense. Just appearing doesn’t count as provocation, and won’t stir things up. Capturing more prisoners from the opposing faction is necessary to make an impact. "Knight Lord, we can handle it. You should prepare the passage of the Heart of Nature so we can retreat at any time..." "No need for you all to handle it. A bunch of attention-seekers, I’ll deal with them myself, and be a tad bit quicker!" Wayne interrupted, leaving behind a shadow where he stood, his body seeming to teleport into the air, clenching a fist to hit the nearest Movy. With a boom, his fist pierced through the chest, five fingers clutching a still pulsing crimson heart. Wayne laughed heartily, crushing the heart into pulp with his hand, and as he withdrew, he grasped Movy’s spine, pulling and twisting to remove half of it. In the blink of an eye, Wayne turned his hands into knives, swinging gray cold light to sever Movy’s neck and waist, holding the beautiful head aloft. With the other hand, a thought shaped it, the spine with two ribs being transformed into a white scimitar. "I admire your unique appearances, very creative—why don’t you consider turning your back on light and joining me, Rone?" Wayne sincerely said: "Don’t be quick to refuse; I’m doing this for your good. Saine betrayed the Goddess, and if you serve her, you’ll catch trouble from the Goddess, you’ll all have bad fruit to eat." Speaking, he looked at the head of the beauty in his hand: "Especially you, a high-quality beauty matching my taste. If you follow me Rone well, I’ll speak nicely for you in front of the Goddess ensuring your pardon." His persona-building was always effective, with three sentences, the image of Rone as a moral exemplar was ruined. While his side was speechless, the opposite was enraged, a wave of hatred filled the scene, completing the mission exceedingly so. The three Demigods were shocked that ’Rone’ had instantly defeated Commander Movy, and were infuriated by his taunting words, without hesitation, deploying The Justice Faction’s most frequent group brawl tactic. "Stubborn, insolent!" Wayne snorted coldly: "Such disobedient wild dogs are unworthy of begging for scraps under me Rone, dream on eating one of my bones." He threw Movy’s head into the air, and as Karlsa reached out to catch it, he tossed the bone scimitar. The source of thɪs content is Nov3lFɪre.ɴet With a loud explosion, Movy’s head was blown into pieces, and Karlsa, caught in shock, was pierced through the chest by the scimitar. Movy’s body was heavily damaged, Demigod warriors were hard to kill, while healing, joining the four companions’ encirclement, four shadows unleashed all techniques collectively generating a stormy and rainy wave of attacks. The Nine Night Gods lowered their heads, the Demigods from their side kept silent, not embarrassed to curse, thus no objective words were spoken. Laisha telepathically transmitted: "Sukra, Rone’s appraisal of Wayne was incorrect. Also, is this your carefully chosen current knight?" "Has nothing to do with me, wasn’t I who did it; it’s the Goddess’s guidance, I followed my instincts." Sukra hurriedly denied, though it had nothing to do with her. In mid-air, Wayne stood motionless, four gray shadows burst out. When the shadows returned to him, four Demigods spun as they fell. Wayne, puzzled, looked at his fist, rubbed his bald head: "So strange, why can I hit every time, can my fist attract faces?" The voice was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. At this rate, it won’t be long until Rone’s great reputation gets completely ruined by Wayne. Of course, reputation is something Rone himself wouldn’t, not fearing death, let alone reputation. The four Demigods rallied, telepathically discussing tactics, launched a collective charge from four directions, all experiencing setbacks after continuous sliding maneuvers. Four figures crashed heavily onto the mountaintop plateau, Wayne lightly landed, hand on hip addressing the Nine Night Gods: "How’s that? Isn’t it much faster than you all?" No one replied, busy sealing prisoners, bringing them back to the Heart of Nature confinement. "This person has serious issues; she’s the Eighth Layer’s commander, Saine’s confidante, definitely knows plenty of secrets." Wayne pointed at Movy: "Clean her up and send her to my room. I, Rone, will personally interrogate for intelligence!" Movy cast an angry glare, her three companions cursed colorfully, directed at ’Rone’. A Night God couldn’t bear it, stepped forward two paces, enunciated heavily: "Lord Rone, you must be sick, always saying irrelevant things, please remember the knightly virtues, be sure to restrain yourself." "That’s right, Rone always maintained knightly virtues, what’s wrong?" Wayne could always focus on the point. Everyone frustrated, couldn’t wake Wayne who pretended fools, fearing continued words would further degrade Rone’s image, swiftly sealing four prisoners, requesting Wayne to open the door immediately. The mission was completed, time to leave! Their mission was done, Wayne’s mission just started, delaying loudly: "Remember, whoever sends to my room, soak for three hours in petal baths to remove stench, then wrap in blankets and carry in. Seal strength only, not limbs, I Rone like riding wild horses, the taming process feels most rewarding..." Speaking, he softly exclaimed in secret, finally, turned slowly to look to the high sky. In the high sky, the heavy Death Aura clouds were torn by invisible hands, the rift rapidly expanding, like two sharp swords of light quickly slicing open the shadows covering the sky. As the crack widened, the long-missed light began penetrating the Eighth Layer, the Death Aura shadows consistently retreated, driven away by a light symbolizing hope. Colored light flowed, intertwining hues, light beams like dreamy ribbons rhythmically moving, amidst the splendid brilliance, a tall and slender figure slowly solidified. Mighty presence swept, heaven and earth suddenly sank, space kept trembling, black thin lines exploded in all directions centered on that figure. Wayne tilted his head, addressed everyone: "See? Villains appear , must be grand and upright; we protagonists don’t appear , a righteous heart fears no shadow!" Stop speaking, keep going, we really will become bandits. The Nine Night Gods all paused simultaneously, ignored Wayne’s chatter, rushed before Wayne lining up. Subsidiary Gods arrived, the Eighth Layer space was locked, delay any longer and it’d be too late to leave. "Lord Rone, Judge Saine has arrived, now’s not the time to fight her; we’ll hold her off, you quickly take the prisoners and leave." "No, the task is only three-quarters complete, these four prisoners are just preludes, capturing Saine is crucial, capturing a Subsidiary God is when Xizor truly values us." Wayne raised hands pushing aside two Holy Maidens blocking him, gazed at Rone’s nominal sister, murmured: "To gain the power of the Divine Nation, exactly how strong is a Subsidiary God, finally have the chance to verify it..." "Don’t be too weak, or else I’ll be tempted to step into the darkness’s realm..." "That wouldn’t be friendly to Idinis."