Mythology Rebooted Chapter 1555: 500: It's Better to Do Without This Sister! (P

Chapter 1555: Chapter 500: It’s Better to Do Without This Sister! (Part 2)

Putting it elsewhere is not safe; at that ti, Rone had already beco the Headless Knight, and Austin, as the Dark Knight, with darkness and death being best friends, was undoubtedly a good choice.

The motive is established, the logic is coherent, and Grew is the most likely to be an undercover agent.

The least likely is the Executioner ‘Wings of Winter’ Xizor, who personally participated in the attack on Rone, which alone crowns him the top of the Hades rebellion party.

The last Judge, ‘Spirit-eating Crow’ Saine, according to Rone, is a creation of Aztemo; Saine ca first, then Rone, so she counts as Rone’s elder sister.

Saine is loyal, the number one supporter of Death; upon learning she was involved in the rebellion, even the mastermind, and attempted to seize Death’s Divine Throne, Rone both deeply resented and disdained her.

This elder sister is not worth it!

“What, can’t speak?” Omilos sneered sarcastically.

“There’s nothing to say. Three Subsidiary Gods are all traitors; the Goddess let enter the Divine Nation to quell the rebellion, that’s the truth.”

Wayne’s body swayed, his skull wreathed in black smoke, the pitch-black armor clinging to his skeleton. As he raised his hand slightly, the Shadowmare shed its forced dismal skin, revealing its true form before the crowd.

The grayish death aura spread out, enveloping the entire scene, casting a shadow over the hearts of everyone.

An invisible death claw gripped everyone’s thoughts; a re thought from Wayne could completely corrupt their minds, resulting in a physical return to death.

Snap!

Wayne raised his hand and snapped his fingers, releasing the hold on everyone, placing the Shadowmare before him, his eye sockets gleaming with white light: “I have co to rescue the Goddess. Death Banshees, you are the Goddess’s devoted followers. I order you to obey .”

Looking at the imposing Death Knight, the banshees were at a loss, the lead Omilos’s face turned extrely ugly.

“I am willing to believe you are the Goddess’s knight, but Lord Xizor is a Subsidiary God, the Goddess’s Proxy. I cannot discern who is truthful, who can truly represent the Goddess…”

Can’t tell, simply can’t tell.

The Death Banshees were in a dilemma, caught in contradictions, but Laisha had no such concerns, decisively standing behind Wayne, bowing in respect with a group of teammates.

“No rush, you can think about it. If unsure which side to join, I won’t force you.”

Omilos had been quite considerate of Sukra before the battle; at heart, he is a kind believer. Doers of good deserve goodness; Wayne had no reason to kill to silence, but…

“To prevent any leaks, I will forcibly detain you all; you need not participate in the fighting, but cannot disappear from my sight.”

Saying this, he let the Death Banshees take their ti considering, turning to Laisha: “I know you, forr Death Holy Maiden Laisha. I’ve heard many tales about you in the mortal world.”

Laisha was puzzled, and Wayne continued: “According to your disciple Sukra, the current Death Holy Maiden, you are an extrely lazy and ambitionless couch potato, whose biggest dream is to finish work early and go ho to lie down.”

Laisha was utterly baffled.

“Bastard, don’t slander , I haven’t even left!” Sukra stepped forward two steps.

“Speaking ill behind backs is unethical; it must be said face to face.” Wayne gave a thumbs up, emphasizing transparency and forthrightness.

Laisha looked at Sukra in surprise, staring at the underdeveloped Death Banshee, she exclaid: “Sukra, you’ve already died?”

Wayne’s superb craftsmanship, the Death Banshee he personally remade was just like the real thing; Omilos hadn’t discovered Sukra’s truth, nor did her teacher Laisha notice.

“Teacher…”

Sukra murmured, recalling the scene of her butt being smacked, she felt utterly embarrassed.

At the end of the Shadowmare, the Ruby flickered with faint light, Sukra’s form changed back from a 2.5-ter corpse to a normal human appearance.

The reunion of ntor and disciple brought joy to Laisha’s face; hands raised, she gave Sukra a hug and lightly kissed her forehead.

“Sukra, what’s with your eyes?”

“How did you enter Hades…”

“The banshee just now…”

Laisha bombarded with questions, Sukra answered them one by one, pointing to Wayne beside her: “What do you think, my handpicked Death Knight, he’s amazing, born to be the most perfect knight of death, aren’t my tastes great?”

Laisha nodded with relief, wanting to say more, but Sukra was pushed aside, replaced by Wayne, arms raised.

He even lowered his head, waiting for Laisha’s willing kiss.

Laisha was slightly stunned, never had she seen such a forward knight. After so thought, since he’s just a skeleton, a kiss shouldn’t matter, so she simply raised her hands for a hug.

Just as she was about to act, Sukra pulled her… pulled… pulled her away from Wayne’s embrace.

“Teacher, be rational, don’t just give in to whoever asks, this guy is a pro at conning won!”

Sukra said sternly: “You’ve been a Holy Maiden all your life, beca a Divine Palace Official upon entering the Divine Nation, never dated, unaware of the terror of high-society scums. Listen to , keep your distance from him.”

“You say it like you’ve been in love yourself.”

Wayne retorted, then said: “Sukra, we can only call our relationship a ntorship; I provide for you carefree, you needn’t do a thing, just lie down every day. This kind of relationship isn’t defined as romance.”

“Hiss———”

Laisha gasped, stepping back two steps, not feeling well at all.

“Sukra, you are a Holy Maiden, how can you lack self-control like this? How did I teach you in the past!”