When one-quarter dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, his face bruised and swollen, saying, "You’ve already won, don’t go overboard." When half dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, covered in blood, saying, "Stop hitting me, I’ve already seen the Goddess. She’s on the other side of the river, waving at me." When three-quarters dead, Grew raised his hand to catch the descending fist, mumbling, "Bastard, keep hitting and I’ll really die. Don’t mention the Divine Decree, you’re just trying to kill me, right?" "That’s right, but now you have no strength left to resist." When nine-tenths dead, Wayne stopped the descending fist, whispering, "To be honest with you, I gave Saine a good beating, stripped off both her long-sleeved gloves, and she said your eight spider legs must be dismantled too, can’t let her be the only one to suffer." "She’s a traitor, it’s not the same!" "Oh, you still have the strength to talk?!" After a series of clashes, Wayne gave the mole some face, didn’t dismantle all the legs, only broke two swollen pig legs as a token gesture. Grew lay deep within the Ice Field, cursing and complaining. Being a mole was already tough enough; why did he have to get beaten up when the net was closing? Had he known this would be the outcome, he would’ve willingly taken the traitor’s script from the start. Heart of Nature, Tree House. The guard expanded, Movy, Laisha, Sukra, standing with straight backs, one sealed to the couch, wasting away for this lifetime. Inside the room, three chairs seated Wayne, Grew, and Saine. Grew with an ice pack on his head, groaning, still complaining about the difficulties of being a mole. For Subsidiary Gods, even if their thoughts have suffered severe trauma, they still have the strength to maintain basic dignity. Doing this is no more than playing the victim. Insectoids, definitely Insectoids! A loyal Insectoid! Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel✶fire.net Wayne paid no attention, taking over the Hades authority Grew handed him, his power surged once more, giving rise to the illusion of seven-in-seven-out in the Dark Divine Kingdom. No matter that the Buff only works in Hades, but this authority is far inferior to Idinis. If he dared to rush into the Dark Divine Kingdom, Idinis would laugh heartily and lock him in the basement. Who goes in, who goes out is uncertain! Seeing Wayne ignore him, Grew glared at Saine resentfully: "Traitor, why have you suddenly repented? You’re not dreaming of being a Goddess anymore?" His words were sharp, fiercely aggravating Saine’s healing wound. Saine’s chest ached, she glared at Grew coldly: "I never betrayed the Goddess, nor fantasized about becoming one. Shut your filthy mouth, you don’t even know what kind of Divine Decree I received." "Actually, I do know." Grew smiled brightly, full of malice, saying, "I asked the Goddess why she wouldn’t spare you, and she told me your betrayal was necessary. Only through your betrayal would Xizor reveal his true face; the Goddess knew it all along..." Saine abruptly stood up, knocked over the teacup on the table, grabbed Grew by the collar, and lifted him in the air, yelling, "I am the Goddess’s creation, her child, my loyalty is unquestionable. For the last time, shut your filthy mouth, don’t spout nonsense here!" "That’s Rone, what does it have to do with you?" Grew sneered, if Rone said this, he’d believe it. From start to finish, Rone held the loyal minister’s script; but hearing it from Saine, it’s somewhat lacking in self-awareness. Saine’s face turned livid, she dropped Grew, sat down again, her barely calmed thoughts disrupted once more by Grew’s few blunt truths. "Well, speak up, why did you suddenly repent?" "Wayne promised me, if he spoke, the Goddess would pardon all my crimes." Saine closed her eyes, desperately clinging to her final lifeline. Grew raised an eyebrow, his face turned cold instantly: "Traitor, don’t deceive yourself anymore. The will of the Goddess surpasses everything. When the Goddess sees through your heart, your crimes are beyond pardon, Wayne can’t help you." Thirteen thousand words, requesting Monthly Tickets!