Capítulo 1599: Chapter 510: There Are a Lot of People Here, I’ll Kneel to You Aztemo murmured, and Wayne’s repeated favoritism towards Idinis made her deeply jealous. Between her and Idinis, who was the true companion? How could there be such a thing as always siding with outsiders? Aztemo lowered her head listlessly, her spirits dampened and visibly gloomy. Unhappy, she needed coaxing! Wayne smiled, kneeled on one knee, and held the Goddess’s hand, praising her heroic deeds in his role as a Knight. He lauded her beauty, praised her wisdom, boasted about her Divine Power, and spoke of her benevolence, making Aztemo narrow her eyes, feeling elated. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile that couldn’t be suppressed. It must be said, the Goddess of Death’s personality was a lot like a cat. On the one hand, she would give a fierce glare to her servant, while on the other hand, demanded to be spoiled and loved by them. If she caught the scent of another cat on her servant, she would lose her temper and throw a tantrum. After ten minutes of coaxing, Wayne returned to his seat. The effect was remarkable; Aztemo had already learned to move aside a little on her own. “Aztemo, this is your Hades. I won’t interfere with your rule. I’ll chat with Rone later and then leave. He is very excellent, and I think he’s more suitable than anyone to assume the role of Subsidiary God. Since there is just one vacancy, let him fill it.” You call this non-interference? Aztemo was dissatisfied, but Rone was indeed excellent, more reliable than Saine. “As for the title, let’s call him Headless Knight, Executioner ‘Headless Knight’ Rone.” Wayne said solemnly, “The peak brings forth hypocritical support, and dusk witnesses the faithful believers. Rone, in the most downtrodden times of Hades and himself, never abandoned loyalty. At that moment, he shone brightly, in the most dazzling and brilliant time of his life.” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noᴠelfire.net Aztemo nodded, Wayne made the decision, and she had no objections, thinking Rone would be quite pleased as well. Even better if not pleased, she’s in a foul mood and eager to kill a few loyal subjects to dispel her annoyance. With that in mind, her gaze turned outward, settling on Saine. Wayne followed her gaze outside the hall and produced a Shadowmare, replicating his thought process to create another Shadowmare on an equal scale: “Give this sword to Rone and say it’s a reward for his loyalty. A knight without a Knight’s Sword is truly inappropriate.” “Should we create another Undead Warhorse as well?” “No need for that, Rone and I can share one. Neither Yuliya nor I have a problem with that.” Wayne decisively refused. Rone regained Yuliya; he did not lose Yuliya. Yuliya had two masters to adore her—a happy ending where everyone had a bright future. Seeing the smile lingering on Wayne’s lips, Aztemo sensed something was off. She raised her hand to take the Shadowmare, deciding to observe a bit more. “I’ll take Monica to the Mortal World. It’s my pet there, and I’ll endow it with immortality myself. No need for you to enchant it.” Although called immortal, it still depended on strength. As long as someone could shatter all of Aztemo’s knowledge in one blow, Monica would face complete demise. As it stands, no one on the God-chosen Continent could manage such a feat. “Oh, right, as for Holy Maiden Sukra, I promised her that after this battle, I would take care of her for life. She could live the rest of her life without worries, simply taking it easy.” Aztemo frowned deeply, driven by her companion’s yearning for faith, she suddenly grew to dis industrious Holy Maiden. “You’ve slept for a long time and are unaware of the changes in the Mortal World. There are no longer any Death Churches on the God-chosen Continent. The Philosopher’s Stone at the Church headquarters is in my hands. I can take some people out when I leave. You arrange for them to rebuild the headquarters.” Wayne reminded. “Do you have any suitable candidates?” “As for the Pope and the Great Prophet, it doesn’t matter. Regarding the Holy Maiden, the former Holy Maiden LaisHa is quite interesting. She was Sukra’s teacher, so it will be her.” Wayne said with interest. After hating Sukra, Aztemo began to dislike Laisha as well. Sending senior Church leaders from the Divine Nation to the Mortal World wasn’t impossible. Gods were not bound by spatial constraints, and so-called seals meant only a question of will or not. Idinis had already proven to Wayne that if she desired it, Darkness could enter Heaven, rescue people from Hell, and freely go in and out of the Mortal World. After establishing the Divine Nation, the Goddess never descended into the Mortal World in her true form. Apart from fearing Yeloin, it also meant mutual defense. After Yeloin left, the Goddess not only defended against each other but also guarded against the Doomsday Judgment, ever more unwilling to enter the Mortal World. Furthermore, who knows if Yeloin truly left, maybe lurking in some bush! Without Wayne’s intervention, Aztemo could also send Demigods to the Mortal World, but it had a downside. Just like an arms race, her ability to send Demigods to the Mortal World meant other Goddesses could as well. Once this unspoken rule was broken, there was no going back. “No worries, I’ll be watching over the Mortal World. You Goddesses can’t stir up any turmoil.” Wayne raised an eyebrow. Once he cleared all the copies of the Divine Nation, the Goddesses would have to look at his face and there would be no more concerns. After speaking, he gave Aztemo a knowing wink: “LaisHa and Sukra are both Holy Maidens, while I’m your Knight in the Mortal World. If anything urgent arises, you can visit any of our forms.” Aztemo responded with a light smile. Some damned, shameless, and brazen master felt too good about himself; she couldn’t wait for Wayne to leave quickly. Only a fool would risk trouble in the Mortal World. By chance, if she encountered the utterly shameless Idinis and received a team invitation again, it would be a huge loss. Wayne squirmed twice on the Divine Throne, both feeling it grind against his rear and leaving behind his scent. He rose, descended from the throne, and floated to the ground below, holding the Shadowmare and kneeling on one knee.