One is darkness, two is death. Believing in faith is , no matter how clear-headed you are, you will somewhat believe in it. The sword wind swept across, the residual light danced, and the one-sided forceful brick flying lasted for about half a minute. Xizor’s Dragon Armor was in tatters, and each swing of the Broad Sword was accompanied by a roar for strength. Without love and bonds, he didn’t believe in that, maintaining the habit of the Giant Dragon, trusting that output could rely on roaring. On the other side, Saine had slaughtered all of Xizor’s followers, leaving no survivors, and watched Xizor, who was losing the battle, with deep regret in her heart. Busy proving oneself, she had early handed over the authority to Wayne. If she had endured a bit longer back then, she would have been in command against Xizor, and with the merit of killing a traitor, the Goddess surely would have forgiven her. "What, do you regret it?" Grew never missed an opportunity to mock a traitor, emerged from who knows where, and taunted: "You got Wayne’s promise of survival, dropped him aside without a second thought, and now regret handing over the authority too early. Your desire drove you, too greedy." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on N0velFire.ɴet "Haven’t you thought, this is his task. The Goddess commanded that only he could defeat three Subsidiary Gods. This is his trial to ascend as a Subsidiary God. You haven’t had a chance for a long time." "If you retained even a bit of loyalty to the Goddess, stay away from Wayne. He still has a bright future and shouldn’t be resented by the Goddess because of you." Saine flew into a rage, regretting not leaving a few of Xizor’s subordinates alive, having no one to vent on now. Grew sneered coldly, her small mouth rattling on without stopping. "So amazing, is this a Giant Dragon? The strength is indeed powerful, I almost couldn’t suppress it." Wayne carried the sword on his shoulder and swaggered towards Xizor. He initially wanted to feel the pressure through Xizor’s hand to further his evolution, but the gap was just too large, and he couldn’t feel any pressure from Xizor under the same amplification. Subsidiary Gods were no longer his match, the only ones that could make him adapt to the environment now were the five Goddesses. Still, the Goddesses in the Divine Nation! Since that’s the case, there was no need for this battle to continue. Might as well finish it early and lie in ambush at The Eternal Hall, waiting to surprise Rone. Wayne squinted his eyes slightly, and the authority of Hades that he suppressed was fully unleashed, under terrifying amplification, his aura soared step by step, strong as if a divine being descended. Xizor’s pupils shrank sharply: "Impossible, you actually still have reserved strength... just now you..." "Just playing with you. You didn’t think I was using my full strength, did you?" Wayne held his sword to his side: "If you can force me to put Shadowmare aside, considering your impending death, I’d kindly let you witness me going all out after all, as the dead have value, and it’s not easy for you either." The pride and arrogance of the Giant Dragon couldn’t bear these words, Xizor roared angrily, his body swelling and revealing his Giant Dragon form in the vast cosmos. A shadow of death covered the sky and the earth, a Corpse Dragon a thousand meters long flapped decayed wings, shedding ghostly green light and soared across the sky. The Corpse Dragon’s head horns were ferocious and broken, its nostrils and mouth wreathed in grey Death Aura, one side of its face decayed, exposing a bed of pale teeth with festering flesh, one eye socket dull, while the other glowed with white light. The degree of decay was the same on both its dragon body and head, oppressive death eroding the Giant Dragon’s indestructible flesh, large patches of tough scales turning ashen grey, bizarre variegated colors adorning every nook and cranny. Decay, fragmentation, lament... This is a Giant Dragon that died long ago. Peculiarly, near its chest, a massive suture seamed the bone-revealing fissure together, and through the decayed rib gaps, a softly glowing heart was visible. A heart that was still beating. The entire Corpse Dragon was dead, save for this heart, emitting a faint green light full of vitality, starkly contrasting the deathly silence around it. As if the last glimmer of light that the Dark Abyss couldn’t devour, reversing the delicate and complex balance between life and death, ready to revive the decaying dragon body at any moment. The lamenting roar echoed, if possible, Xizor was unwilling to face his current form. The Corpse Dragon stared angrily at the tiny figure with a sword below, spewing endless Death Dragon Breath, a grey torrent surged, tearing the space of the starry sky, spreading in the blink of an eye to all directions. Wayne swung Shadowmare, cleaving the grey torrent with sword light, and watching that beating green heart, he faintly smelled the scent of nature. Similar to the Heart of Nature Rone handed to him. Wayne’s mind trembled, realizing the Heart of Nature was not within the Twelfth Layer of Hades, yet held an equal standing with The Only Cosmos. If Hades were seen as a whole, each of the twelve layers representing organs, the Heart of Nature undoubtedly was the heart of Hades. The path of the Goddess of Death had reached its end; death was merely a part of life. Aztemo wanted to go further, and could only turn herself into the Life Goddess. The concept of death alone was insufficient; she needed the power of nature, and the Heart of Nature was an attempt by Aztemo. Because of failure, hence the plot of this slumber... "What does slumber signify, resurrection?" Wayne murmured to himself, inspired by Xizor’s half-dead appearance, unable to help but let his thoughts wander. "Resurrection, I have already surpassed the Goddess, I am the true God of Death!" the Corpse Dragon growled low, seeing that Dragon Breath couldn’t overcome Wayne, flapped its wings and swooped down.