Chapter 1570: Chapter 503: You Figured It Out So Quickly? Saine was struck in the chest by a sword and opened his eyes in anger, his entire face flushed red: “Don’t slander my loyalty to the Goddess. She personally granted me life, and she has an extraordinary significance to me. I never intended to rebel. It was only when she needed me to replace her that I took action, and the turmoil in my heart was immense!” “Really? I don’t believe you.” Saine’s eyes were bloodshot as he stepped forward to charge at Wayne, but suddenly felt an itch on his scalp. It seemed as though his body had been drained by an Octopus, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse in front of the bathtub with a thud. “Not bad. I prefer this defiant look of yours over your earlier submission.” Wayne looked down at him with contempt, and his hearty laughter deeply wounded Saine’s pride. Saine clenched his fists and growled lowly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stand up. Saine was beyond furious, and after a burst of venting anger, he lay on the ground, panting heavily. Movy couldn’t bear to watch any longer and cautiously approached to help his leader stand up, allowing him to retain some semblance of dignity. Saine returned a grateful glance, but seeing Movy lower his head to avoid him, his heart skipped a beat, and his limbs began to tremble. “I’m not a traitor, I’m just following the Divine Decree of the Goddess…” Saine whispered with his eyes closed, his mind in turmoil, repeating it over and over. “You can deceive others but not yourself. For true loyalists, the Goddess has different tasks.” Wayne said gloomily. Saine didn’t believe it and gritted his teeth: “Who? What task?” Wayne nodded at his right eye, releasing a wisp of Aztemo’s mental aura: “The Goddess entrusted part of her mind to me for safekeeping, and Rone has some too. We are the true loyalists. What about you? Do you have it?” Read full story at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Saine felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and stood there dumbfounded, mumbling: “I…don’t…” Wayne felt a bit disappointed and continued to mock: “See? In your bones, you’re nothing but a rebellious type. All this talk of a Divine Decree is just an excuse for yourself. The Goddess knew this well and had you play the role of a rebel because…” “It’s called typecasting!” Saine’s body trembled, tears flowed uncontrollably, and a growl rumbled in his throat, hinting at a bit of resignation and self-abandonment. Wayne didn’t take the opportunity to offer his emaciated ribcage, speaking coldly: “Stop pretending to be pitiful. Is it so hard to admit you have a rebellious heart? If you’re truly without guilt, let me ask, what was the deal with you three Subsidiary Gods ambushing Rone?” “This… this was Xizor’s plan. He believed Rone also had the potential to become the God of Death, so…” Saine answered in a fluster, facing his true self, wavering back and forth between traitor and loyal, his thoughts a tangled mess. “See? You have the desire to Becoming a God. Loyalty that isn’t absolute is absolutely disloyal. The Goddess didn’t misjudge you.” “I followed the Divine Decree; others aren’t trustworthy. Only I am qualified. I only wanted to get close to her…” Saine retreated step by step, seeing Death drift further away in front of her eyes. She desperately chased but the silhouette grew more and more distant. Leaning against the wall of the treehouse, she hugged her head and squatted, crying for Wayne to stop talking. Faith is , ready to crumble at any moment. Wayne came to Saine and patted her shoulder, whispering: “Saine, if you’re truly loyal, you mustn’t give up now. You should prove your loyalty to the Goddess, save the Divine Nation, awaken her, and obtain her forgiveness. Only then can you achieve your redemption!” These words sounded like the Devil’s whisper, but they worked wonders on Saine, who grabbed Wayne’s bony hand as if seizing a lifesaving straw: “I still have a chance, I can still prove myself, right? Right? I definitely can, right?” Wayne forcefully pulled out his hand and placed it against Saine’s face, his right eye releasing the aura of Death: “I’ve brought you the path to redemption. You haven’t died. Think about it; isn’t this the will of the Goddess? You couldn’t see yourself clearly before and were tormented by your desires. The Goddess granted you an opportunity to train, allowing you to complete the test and transform. She has never given up on you.” Saine’s ears reverberated with a loud crash, and the lusterless eyes gradually regained their shine. Through Wayne’s right eye, she saw Death’s silhouette coming to a halt. The one trapped in the game is puzzled, while the bystander sees clearly. Movy looked at Wayne in horror, a chill running down her spine. It seemed like he was the real villain of Hades, adept in manipulating faith. As an outsider, Movy saw everything clearly. If she were inside, she would have been just as confused. Saine, like clutching onto a lifeline, refused to let go, gripping Wayne’s bony claw tightly for fear of missing the chance to chase Death’s silhouette. In such a way, without precautions, Wayne could be deceived by her nine times in one night. “That’s enough, let go. I know your loyalty. I promise you, the Goddess has never abandoned you, and you have the chance to prove yourself.” Wayne forcefully pulled out… pulled out… The arm came back, but the hand bones were still in Saine’s hand. “Saine, how dare you? Do you still want to obtain the Goddess’s forgiveness?” Wayne fumed: “I’ll tell you, I’m the Goddess’s confidant and can speak on her behalf. As long as I open my mouth, the Goddess will definitely believe me!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Saine hurriedly reattached Wayne’s hand, flustered and in tears. After a period of chaos, Wayne sat contentedly in the bathtub, with Saine in a wet black dress behind him, diligently polishing and waxing the bones.