Chapter 1566: Chapter 502: What’s So Arrogant About a Traitor? (Part 4) Where did this monster come from? After thinking it over and getting nowhere, it has to be the blessing of the Goddess, following Her orders to enter the Divine Nation to quell the rebellion. Saine rejected it from the bottom of his heart, a chill swept over him from behind, prompting him to teleport the surrounding space away instantly along with him. A dense sound of mirrors shattering echoed, and under Saine’s horrified gaze, the Shadowmare continued to slice through the space, its cold blade severing anything in its path with unreasonable speed. To be precise, it was violently smashed to pieces. It’s just that the sword was good, otherwise it would have chipped by now. Saine abandoned the space escape, standing atop a complete high peak on flat ground, seeing Wayne leap out of space in pursuit, with a look of seeing a ghost on his face. As a Subsidiary God who’s the Judge of Hades, dealing with drifting ghosts on a daily basis, ghosts couldn’t shock her. “What exactly are you?” Saine raised his sword to block the Shadowmare, incredulous: “Why doesn’t authority work on you, your strength is constantly increasing… Do you hold the authority of Hades as well?” Evolved to adapt to the environment! Wayne thanked Saine for the pressure, which allowed him to further tap his potential, frowned courageously: “It’s the blessing of the Goddess, I firmly believe I can defeat you. The Goddess heard my voice of unyielding faith and came to stand behind me. Open your eyes wide and see clearly who is swinging the sword!” Such nonsense, anyone familiar with Wayne wouldn’t believe it. If it were someone like Veronica, a punch would already be coming his way. Not only believed, but behind Wayne, she saw a hazy, elegant figure, that figure extended its arms to embrace Wayne, controlling the Shadowmare by holding onto Wayne’s hand. Because of this, the authority of Hades couldn’t restrain Wayne, and he was gradually freeing himself from its suppression, becoming stronger and more invincible. “I don’t believe it, this isn’t… real!!” Watching that familiar figure, Saine’s eyes turned blood-red, brilliant light surged around him, like he was going mad, his huge mind invoking heavy death aura to penetrate through his body. The gray energy hemisphere expanded, rubbing against space to emit black lightning. Wayne stuck to the energy barrier, flying backwards into the sky as the materialized energy dispersed. The evolution continues! He exerted his arms, holding his sword against the expanding energy barrier, ripping through the air with a low roar, and charged into the gray area shrouded in death aura. Death aura seeped everywhere, corroding Wayne’s body, stripping away the vital life force, leaving behind a withered, desiccated body. In the next second, white foam surged, the frightening vitality overwhelmed the erosion of death, absorbing and offsetting the blow. In the center of the gray area, a giant black bird took flight. The crow’s wingspan was a thousand meters, its body covered with glossy black feathers, each one twinkling like the stars. As it flapped its wings, it dragged a dazzling brilliance, drawing in nearby souls, preventing them from escaping and condemning them to be devoured. The most eye-catching feature was a stunning face replacing the crow’s head, its deep eyes opened, exuding dreadful, unfathomable information. The massive data transcended the boundary between life and death, guiding wandering souls with just one glance and judging their life and death. The Spirit-eating Crow! In the instant those eyes fixed on Wayne, his body stiffened, freezing him in mid-air. Saine, not understanding the truth, saw Wayne frozen in mid-air, and finally relaxed, saying, “You’re lying, you haven’t been blessed by the Goddess, I am the one she chose as her heir. She said I would be the next Goddess of Death!” Saine’s eyes fixed on Wayne, failing to draw his soul out of his body, multiple attempts unsuccessful. Her relaxed heart tensed up again, wary that time might drag on, she beat her black wings and dashed forward. The splendid face was only to be admired from afar; up close, its massive nose, mouth, and eyes could only remind one of a monster. All beauty was gone, leaving only fear. The Spirit-eating Crow opened its enormous mouth, intending to swallow Wayne whole, intending to digest his body and soul together within. Wayne’s dazed face became clear in an instant, under the pressure of the endless death aura, his body suddenly grew taller. White foam clung to the Shadowmare, the pale blade extending hundreds of meters. A giant eyeball opened on his chest, radiating invisible whispers that struck and left Saine standing dazed at the spot. The sword edge sliced down, separating the Spirit-eating Crow’s left wing from its body, blood gushing along a vertical imaginary line, the dazed face showing a hint of pain. Another flash of white light swept down, and the Spirit-eating Crow’s right wing detached from its body. The bird without wings fell backward from the sky, the intense pain sweeping through its body, freeing Saine from the whispers’ assault, and she let out a heart-wrenching scream upon regaining her senses. The pale figure wielded the sword and sliced through the sound waves. As Saine fell to the ground, he plunged the sword down with both hands, penetrating the crow’s chest, pinning it firmly to the ground. After repeated grinding, Wayne returned to his normal size, and Saine also reverted to human form. The black long dress remained, but the two long-sleeve gloves were gone. Wayne shouldered the Shadowmare, lifted Saine by her silver hair, and tilted his head to reveal a sunny smile: “What a beautiful neck, one chop with the sword, there should be a lot of blood spraying.” Saine didn’t respond, her squinting eyes dimmed, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, her limp arms occasionally twitching. Latest content published on n0velfire.net “Tell me, what has the Goddess said to you?”