Chapter 1564: Chapter 502: What’s So Arrogant About a Traitor? (Part 2) Saine slightly furrowed her brows, her thin lips parted lightly, releasing a cold, clear voice: “Who are you? You’re not Rone. Where is he, and why are you impersonating him?” Wayne drew the Shadowmare, proving his identity. A blaze of white light erupted from Saine’s eyes, a grand and indescribable power surged out, sweeping through every corner of the Eighth Layer, dispelling the death aura clouds, and knocking Wayne out of the Death Knight’s skin state. Wayne touched his face, looked down at the Shadowmare, the Ruby at the end of the sword hilt was dim and unlit, unable to cloak him in the Death Knight’s exclusive skin. Ever since Wayne fully inherited the Shadowmare, becoming the only and first Death Knight, the Shadowmare had become his exclusive weapon, even Rone could not take the Godchosen Artifact from him. Rone was not a Death Knight in the orthodox sense; he merely acted as a custodian for the Shadowmare, with his main task being to protect Yuliya and the part of the death consciousness within her. To avoid attention, he occasionally fulfilled the God-chosen Knight’s tasks. The source of this content ɪs novelFirｅ.net What Rone couldn’t do, Saine… The Subsidiary Gods might be able to, but Wayne did not believe Saine could easily seal the Shadowmare in his hand, unless she had used the authority of Hades. “I am one of the three contenders for the God of Death, the power of death is mine to command, you can’t and won’t defeat me with death.” Saine’s expression remained unchanged as she calmly said, “You lost, tell me, where is Rone, and why are you impersonating him?” “Isn’t it possible that Rone is usually thick-skinned, and when he cares about face, he looks just like me?” “Don’t want to talk, do you?” Saine narrowed her eyes slightly, “You have the courage to face a god, which is commendable. I will directly interrogate your soul, allowing you to retain some dignity.” “Ha, what’s so impressive about a traitor god!” Wayne sneered, “Stop acting so high and mighty, even if you have yet to become a god, even if you do, you’re just a master-biting Evil Hound.” “Rone said you and he are creations of the Goddess, the Goddess is your faith, and also your mother!” “It’s strange, how is it that there’s such a huge difference in character between you two siblings without blood relation!” Wayne continued to taunt, his sarcasm fully loaded, causing Saine’s face to turn livid, unable to maintain her initial calmness and indifference. He broke through her defenses! “Don’t rush to anger, I’m not finished yet!” Wayne took a deep breath, his voice echoed through the heavens and earth of the Eighth Layer: “You are a Subsidiary God of the Goddess, holding a high position yet betraying your faith, that is disloyalty; you were created by the Goddess, colluding with external foes causing the Goddess to fall into slumber, that is unfilial; you instigated war to seize godhood, causing suffering in Hades, that is inhumanity; you twisted truth and slandered Rone as a rebel to achieve your goals by any means, that is injustice…” “You deceitful little man without loyalty, filial piety, humanity, or justice, what right do you have to stand in the heavens?” “Hades is shamed because of you, as Wayne, the Death Knight, let me… drag you down from the heavens!” His righteous anthem spread throughout the Eighth Layer, his demigod allies applauded, their blood boiled with excitement, ready to fight Saine to the death. Saine’s eyes also turned blood red, her immense thoughts descended, condensing into a large corporeal hand, which fiercely grasped Wayne. Heaven and earth froze, the surrounding air thickened and stagnated; cold engulfed all sides, the unmistakable chill of winter pierced through flesh and reached the heart. Time was locked in an eternal moment by an invisible force, endless gravity encircled Wayne’s entire body, attempting to extract and shred his soul from within. Yet it was of no use. Wayne raised his hand and swung, using the Shadowmare to break the frozen space. His immense thoughts were unshakable, physical or otherwise, nothing faltered. Saine was greatly surprised, incredulously said: “The Shadowmare has been sealed by me, you cannot use the power of death, how can you resist me?” “With the favor of the Goddess!” Wayne raised the Longsword to his chest, its snow-white blade shivered and hummed softly, reflecting his half-righteous face: “The power of a Knight does not lie within the Shadowmare, I was sent to Hades at the behest of the Goddess, I represent the Goddess, I ask you, you disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, unjust traitor, what right do you have to resist me, to resist the Goddess?” “I told you to shut up!!” Saine broke through her defenses again, slashing open the space, the five fingers of her black-gloved hand reached through the swirling darkness, directly aiming for Wayne’s face. Wayne’s eyes were filled with determination, he charged head-on into the slender palm, his headbutt heavy and forceful, the moment it touched the palm center, a terrifying force erupted, shaking the surrounding space into collapse. Saine felt a sharp pain in her palm, and her body uncontrollably retreated repeatedly. Before she could feel astonishment, a glance revealed a swift edge attacking, the sword tip dragging white light like a meteor streaking across the night sky, its speed startlingly fast. Saine tilted her head to dodge, authority was added to her, she flung Wayne, intent on following up, far off. Wayne sensed the surrounding space solidify, and upon turning back, found nothing ahead, his promising strike swung into emptiness. He raised an eyebrow, and instantly teleported in front of Saine, the Shadowmare swiping through, tearing apart the oppressive space, and producing shrill cries. Where the sword’s edge pointed, whirlwinds surged. The space around was churned up, forming vortex after vortex, with no swordsmanship techniques, purely brute force driving through and tearing apart the space around Saine. If I can kill the space, then you have no space to use! Saine raised her five fingers, her slender fingers encased in black gloves grasped the sword’s edge, her wrist slightly exerting force…