Chapter 1549: Chapter 498: You Just Do Your Part, Leave the Rest to the Rest
Darkness and Death are good friends, so it’s reasonable for Idinis to give the spare key to her boudoir to her little boyfriend, and it makes logical sense.
The issue is, if this truly is the core of the Divine Nation, there should be a barrier like a filter, similar to the Crystal Heaven in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Right now, Wayne sees nothing, not even the bed canopy in Aztemo’s Boudoir, nor the expected knowledge and Corruption in the starry sky.
This starry sky is false!
Wayne held Sukra’s little head, telling her not to rush forward, pondering the possibilities of unknown changes.
The likelihood of Idinis deceiving him is low; if she wanted to harm him, she would simply provide the coordinates of the Dark Divine Kingdom. Idinis is not the problem, it must be on Aztemo’s side; Death is doing sit-ups in the coffin, capable of altering the Divine Nation…
“Three Subsidiary Gods…”
Wayne murmured, thinking it was interesting.
The three Subsidiary Gods had gained partial control of the Divine Nation, far stronger than he imagined, and it was sowhat of a mistake not to bring Michael along.
“Well, at least I can test my current strength against these false gods.”
Wayne looked forward secretly, raising his hand to push Sukra’s back: “Let’s go, this isn’t our endpoint. Prepare yourself ntally, eting the Goddess won’t be easy.”
Sukra stumbled from Wayne’s push, wanting to ask sothing, but as she stepped forward, she officially entered the cosmic stars, her vision spinning, and the scene changed once more.
Mist!
Infinite mist!
The boundless Foggy Sea seed like a thick veil, surging, rolling, enveloping all things in the world.
Everything visible was a white blur, as if they were standing at the edge of the Cosmos, in a land of forgotten realms.
Sukra squinted, her thoughts sinking downward, capturing so vague outlines through the distant mist, possibly mountains, or perhaps buildings similar to temples.
In an instant, heavier mist devoured the surroundings, disrupting her ntal vision, losing sight of the fuzzy images.
“There is sothing wrong with this mist, my sense of direction is completely lost…”
Sukra frowned, the indistinct outlines hidden in the heavy fog swayed continuously, the oppressive atmosphere causing her to faintly perceive unease. She moved a step closer to Wayne, whispering: “My perception is blocked by the mist, can’t see far. How about you?”
“I…”
Wayne frowned without speaking.
Seeing Wayne’s serious deanor, Sukra’s foreboding grew stronger, a chilling sense of crisis hit her, cold sweat instantly covered her forehead.
“I’m fine.”
Wayne’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed: “My vision is clear, it’s all bright, feeling great.”
Idiot, then why were you frowning!
Sukra glared at Wayne, giving him a hard kick.
Wayne suffered the kick, unaffected, pressing down Sukra’s gray-haired little head, slowly infusing her body with death information, altering her form.
Sukra’s physique heightened, surpassing two ters in an instant, her heart stopped beating, her skin paled to near transparency, clearly revealing the dried and congealed purple-black veins beneath.
Her neatly styled gray hair lengthened and spread out like strands of silk, emanating a faint blue light.
The transford body donned a tattered gray robe, ghostly blue flas flickered beneath the eyepatch covering her body, she seed to rge into the mist, her aura indiscernible to the outside world.
“Hey, what’s happening?”
Sukra, horrified at her irreversible transformation, uttered a hoarse rasping sound: “My body… is dead?!”
“Not dead, can still be saved, soone’s coming, rember to act.”
Wayne’s voice rasped, handing a wooden Magic Wand to Sukra, the wand was about one and a half ters long, its tip curved and sharp, with a faint blue crystal inlaid at the top, enveloped in gray mist, blending seamlessly with the surrounding thick fog after fading.
Sukra instinctively grabbed the wand, hearing Wayne’s voice as if he had throat cancer, tilted her head to look.
Wayne’s flesh decayed around him, turning into a dark-colored skeletal structure, wearing a bull helt, clothed in tattered Armor, wielding a dual-edged sword transford from Shadowmare.
Sukra looked perplexed, unable to comprehend what was happening.
The rebuilt body perfectly adapted to the current environnt, the thought vision once repelled by the thick fog now beca incredibly clear. Looking at the distant vague outlines again, she found they were terrifying skeletal beasts with horns.
So humanoid, so beast-like, the sky was occupied by a large number of giant eagle skeletal birds, as well as massive creatures with dragon blood, their tattered bodies exuding dense death aura fog, spreading extensively, their numbers causing one’s scalp to tingle.
Sukra stared in shock, discovering death banshees that looked identical to herself now. Each death banshee controlled ten or dozens of skeletal behemoths, the most powerful banshee commanded dragon remains and hundreds of skeletal beasts.
She roughly understood Wayne’s reason for transforming her into a female demon, to recreate the tactical infiltration of Paris Underground Catacombs, blending in and undercover as the leader.
“Can we pull this off?”
“No problem, you just do your job, leave the rest to the rest.”
Wayne gave a thumbs up: “You have the strongest Skeleton Soldiers, which is , no problem.”
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In a certain place in Hades, a lush green canyon was filled with flying waterfalls and springs, their roaring noise reaching far away.
Not far away, at the central cliff, a sky garden had been built, where a man in a gray robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the table on which the divided Hades Map lay.
The man had a tall figure, a heroic face, an imperious aura that was extraordinarily formidable. However, a scar ran from his brow to the corner of his mouth, twisting his features and adding a touch of ferocity, making an otherwise upstanding face appear particularly vicious.
The Executioner of Death, Winter’s Wing Xizor.
“Grew, Saine, do you think you two can fight …”
“Do you understand Death, know what resurrection ans? You understand nothing; what makes you qualified to beco a new God of Death!”
“I’m different; I’ve acquired the Life Death longed for, completed the cycle. As long as I conquer all of Hades, I will surpass Aztemo, becoming a mighty god above Death.”
Xizor pressed his chest, where a strong heart was beating, the vigorous vitality and Death perfectly aligned, granting rebirth to him who had once completely died.
This is the Realm Aztemo aspired to, which he attained first.
“And you, Rone!”
Xizor looked at his territory on the map, his eyes flashed with fierce light: “I can behead you in the Mortal World, surely I can do the sa in the Divine Nation. You shouldn’t have returned, much less at this ti to trouble …”
“This ti, no one can save you!”
Finishing his words, Xizor turned coldly, looking at the shadow within the woods: “Gravity Butterfly Zhubian, as Proxy of Nature, this isn’t where you should appear; our deal is over.”
“The deal is finished, but cooperation can continue. Our previous cooperation was quite pleasant, wasn’t it?”
The shadow comprised countless fragnts piled together, dissolving into a large patch of light-spotted butterflies as the voice erged: “As a friendly gift, here’s a piece of information, soone has infiltrated Hades through spatial tunnel, getting close to seeing Aztemo, judging from the arrived coordinates, they seem to be the subordinates of the Dark Goddess.”
“Dark Goddess…”
“Be careful, my master speaks highly of the Darkness; this Goddess never makes aningless moves, she might have sent her Subsidiary Gods in.”
“Who, The Listener’s Weeping Eye Baiya, or The Avenger Nightmare Blade Kaya?”
“I’m not sure, they are probably coming for you.”
“Ridiculous, with my current power, unless Darkness cos personally, anyone she sends is courting death!”
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