Chapter 1250: Chapter 424: Since Ancient Tis, Good Ministers Have Chosen Their Masters to Assassinate_2
The Shadowmare refused the summoning!
This power cos from Wayne’s right eye, where the holess Goddess of Death resides.
Wayne is rely an apprentice Death Knight. When it cos to the Shadowmare, his priority is certainly below that of Rone. However, the Shadowmare is the creation of the Goddess of Death, and her authority surpasses Rone’s.
The Goddess can give the Shadowmare to whover she pleases, but Wayne cannot. It’s like Wayne wielding the Goddess’s hand to swing a sword—could Rone really wrest the sword from the Goddess herself?
Ridiculous. Does Rone think he’s that powerful? Co on, the guy at least has faith to bolster him.
Unlike Wayne, who’s been fantasizing about defying the Goddess the whole ti!
Rone failed to grasp hold of the Shadowmare. His chaotic thoughts imdiately cleared, and he looked at Wayne in shock and disbelief: “You… the Goddess… rejected ?”
“Indeed, the Goddess is with .”
Wayne squinted, a flicker of grayish gloom in his eyes. Choosing pure, devoted love over wearing the proverbial cuckold’s horns, he sneered: “The Shadowmare, Yuliya, the Goddess—all of them, once yours, are now on my side. What are you going to fight with? Admit defeat and surrender peacefully!”
The Goddess is also within !
Rone silently responded. He was unlike any of the other God-chosen Knights. He wasn’t a life form in the conventional sense; his existence was a gift bestowed by Death itself.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or are you finally ready to surrender?”
Wayne pressed on, attempting to crush Rone’s will to fight: “Honestly, your performance has been so disappointing—pathetic, even. Is it your knightly virtue holding you back, or are you just looking down on ?”
Rone didn’t answer, a deep rumble emanating from his chest and abdon: “You are not my successor. The Goddess places great trust in you. Take good care of yourself and don’t drag her into dangerous gambits.”
Wayne frowned slightly. His verbal attacks were taking effect, and Rone’s fighting spirit was plumting—but not in the way he had envisioned.
In his imagination, the defeated victim would fall to his knees, crying to the heavens, shouting “no,” as Wayne, riding Yuliya, departed triumphantly to a lodious, sorrowful background score.
Preferably with a phone booth in the snow.
But the current situation felt… Rone’s mind seed to be regaining clarity instead.
“Don’t doubt it. I’ve indeed figured out a few things. Your presence has allowed to clear my thoughts for the ti being. I can’t resist a Devil’s command, so I’ve redirected my killing intent toward you,” Rone explained.
He didn’t elaborate further and bluntly asked: “How do you plan to help get my head back? Got a plan?”
“…”
“You could try trusting once.”
“Step one of the plan: knock you out.”
“And then?”
“Then…”
Wayne scratched his head, smirked without answering, and let out a sinister laugh: “Kekekekeke———!”
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Deep within the grand necropolis.
Far from the Hell Gate, the Devil Alliance had surrounded three Seraphs. Already holding the advantage, every Devil appeared unbeatable.
When the tables turned, it was a different story altogether—each Devil beca laughably incompetent, terrified that their teammates might charge ahead of them.
The trio led by Heya was gradually being overwheld, taking turns fighting against a dozen Devils. Defeat and capture seed inevitable.
anwhile, the Devils were already popping champagne, discussing how to divide the spoils.
“Those female Archangels are really sothing. I’ll personally ensure their downfall!”
“Greedy bastard. I only want the depraved one—she’d pair perfectly with Lust. Just a touch of the Seven Deadly Sins, and she’s the ultimate Succubus.”
“If no one else wants him, the male Angel is mine.”
“I never said I didn’t want him!”
“You lot are hopeless. Do you know how hard it is to corrupt an Angel? In all of Hell, there’s only ever been one successful case. Even the Lord Pride couldn’t achieve it. What makes you think any of you can?”
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
“Split them up. Everyone gets a share—that’s fair.”
“I want the ass!”
“I call the head.”
Spewing vulgarities like a torrential flood, the Devils’ lewd remarks didn’t faze the three Seraphs. Especially Heya, who had endured far worse while locked in a dark cell in Prussia.
The three leaders paid no heed to the Devils’ debauchery, their attention fixated on the keys in their hands as they repeatedly attempted to control the Death Knight—each attempt ending in failure.
“What the hell? Wasn’t it already conditioned?” Enguima complained, blaming Setoras for his incompetence.
“It was conditioned…”
Setoras wanted to complain too. He had possessed the Death Knight’s head for years, certain it had been fully trained as of last month, obeying his every command.
Who’d have thought it would stop working today?
*Ssshhhk!*
A shadowy portal burst open. Riding atop an Undead Warhorse, clad in onyx armor, the Death Knight leapt forth.
Headless, but still mounted, with the Death Aura-clad White Knight’s Sword—Shadowmare—in its hand.
Rone!
The three leaders were taken aback, clutching the white skull-shaped key tightly in their grasp, only relaxing slightly after confirming it was still in their possession.
“No wonder it went rogue—it must have gone to reclaim the Shadowmare…”
Setoras muttered, narrowing his eyes: “Death Knight, slay the three Angels and present their heads to .”
The Undead Warhorse snorted violet flas, striking its front hooves against the ground before charging straight toward the three Angels in the heart of the battlefield.
Ahead, a snarling Devil stood in its path. Rone raised the Shadowmare and, attacking from behind, cleaved its head off with one swift stroke.
The gray cloak unfurled as a terrifying Death Aura erupted, transforming into countless gray tendrils that spread and lashed out indiscriminately.
Several tendrils coiled upward, hoisting the Devil’s severed head and headless body into the air. Exploding with a surge of Death Aura, they obliterated its consciousness and will before it even had a chance to invoke its powers or Domain.
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