"No matter what sweet words those goddesses say, do not step into their Divine Nation!"
"Uh, can you tell the true nas of nature and death?"
"No!"
After speaking, Idinis withdrew, without handing over part of the Goddess of Death’s thoughts to Wayne.
Everyone has a plan, and due to Wayne’s unexpected change, the situation suddenly went out of control. She needs to go back and sort things out, while assessing the feasibility of the original plan’s success.
Additionally, research efforts on corrupted thoughts need to be intensified.
Idinis strongly suspects that her good sister Aztemo dared to bet on Wayne because she must know so secrets she does not know.
This is crucial and also makes her very uneasy.
Everyone thinks death has been wasted, and Hades could collapse anyti. She knows that death will have a day of resurgence.
...
Wayne led Anastasia back to the living room, pondering fruitlessly, embracing Moonlight to enjoy peace.
In this world full of material desires, where goddesses are deceitful one after another, only Moonlight’s bosom remains warm, allowing him to calm down and think about nothing.
Anastasia held Wayne’s head, and in her serene eyes, there was fondness and affection.
She knows faith relies heavily on her, has raised her to a height she cannot reach, so she has always played the role of a sanctuary, where one can rest their feet after being tired and crazy outside.
Wayne is not soone who likes to spread negative emotions, even if he does, he has to find soone to bear the fear with him, and that person can only be Austin.
After lying in Anastasia’s arms for a while, he was invigorated: "Hexuno, I need to go on a long journey, do you want to go out with ?"
"No, I must stay to make Uriel and others believe you are the Saint Heir." Hexuno shook her head slightly.
"Really? You don’t care about the safety of Lord Son of the Holy at all?" Wayne asked puzzled.
"I will not make ignorant offenses anymore."
Hexuno smiled broadly, the Saint Heir never needed her protection, bringing her along was to teach by example, allowing her to closely observe the path of redemption.
Ridiculous, your condition is very serious now!
Hexuno doesn’t wish to follow, Wayne doesn’t force her either, he snaps his fingers: "Hey you, co on a long journey with ."
Heya nodded: "Archangel, when do we leave?"
"..."
Not you!
Wayne leaves the weeping Seraph, and rises to approach the salted fish beside him.
Looking from above, he notices that this robe is sowhat sheer, and he coincidentally has Super Vision.
"Talking to you, stop pretending to be dead."
Wayne slamd his fist on the gray skull, only to hear an "Ah" sound, Sukra kicked both legs and remained motionless.
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"I’ll count to three, if you don’t wake up, I’ll bury you."
"..."
The effect is diocre, Wayne counted to three, and Sukra still pretended to be dead. Compared to being buried, she feared leaving this absorbing sofa more.
She is likely sick, having an illness where going out ans dying.
Bang!
Wayne’s fist fell forcefully, hitting Sukra so hard she clutched her head and sat up, crying: "Why , can’t Vizi do it? She’s so powerful, I’m different, I still need your protection."
"You’ll be the bait, we try this trip to lure out the remnants of the Death Church, and I’ll cut them down in one fell swoop." Wayne’s fingers ford a blade and dropped.
Leaving the Death Church is a hidden threat. Though he isn’t afraid, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days, so let’s draw them out during this journey.
Best if we can chase them to the Death Church headquarters, kill the Death Pope, and seize the Philosopher’s Stone.
Mosquito legs still have at, The Book of Greed doesn’t pick.
"Mister Wayne, I don’t want to go far, too exhausting..."
Sukra clung to Wayne’s thigh, whimpering about the bitterness and sweetness of life, happiness is hard-earned, and now she just wants to cherish it well.
"Looking at your unmotivated appearance, I strongly suspect the goddess died from anger because of you!"
Wayne raised his hand to grab Sukra’s little face, squishing her lips into a pout, chuckling coldly: "I don’t want to force you to do things you don’t want to do, but I won’t raise salted fish either. You’ve rested enough recently, if you don’t go on this trip, I’ll cut off your pocket money."
Then cut it!
Do you know how much pocket money you gave last ti, do you know how much I won from Vizi?
Sukra pouted without a trace of fear.
"Haha, my family runs a bank, I can make a call and freeze your account!"
"..."
Damn the capitalists!
"Any other questions?"
"When do we leave?"
"That’s more like it..."
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Thirteen thousand three hundred words, asking for a monthly ticket!
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