Capítulo 1586: Chapter 507: Rise Again, My Goddess_3
A pair of big eyes stared at him, Wayne felt itchy, couldn’t resist, and raised his fingers to poke them.
“Ah! My eyes, my eyes!!”
Grew rolled around in pain, his cheerful manner sharply contrasted with the tranquility that Death represents.
“Stop acting, I didn’t even use any force.”
“I’m not acting, I really can’t see.”
“I won’t argue with that; you truly are blind. What do you an by saying Xizor was killed instantly, and Saine was spared because she looks good? You’re making sound like a pervert.”
Wayne snorted twice, ignored the still dramatic Grew, and said to Rone: “That’s roughly the situation. I defeated and captured Saine in the Eighth Layer, she ca to her senses in ti and only wished to repent before the Goddess…”
“t Grew in the Sixth Layer. He was an undercover agent all along, surrendered after so casual fighting…”
“Just now, on the outskirts of the Eleventh Layer, Xizor is a staunch rebel, couldn’t persuade him, so I slaughtered the dragon.”
“…”
Rone remained silent, wanting to say sothing, like why everything happened so quickly, yet when about to speak, was unsure where to start.
If you had said earlier how powerful you are, what was the point of all the diversions and strategies, forming teams to push through would have been better.
As it stands, after all the operations, he did nothing but rush around.
Wayne really did say it, and attempted to demonstrate his Fist Power to Rone through sparring, but he declined.
“Rone, say sothing!”
“I… am too arrogant.”
Rone shook his head repeatedly; his moral integrity was too high, shouldering all responsibility instead of shifting it to others.
“I think so too.”
Wayne nodded and added: “I ntioned Grew to you in the grand tomb, if you had even a bit of interaction with him, your position in the Divine Nation wouldn’t be so passive.”
Rone shook his head and smiled bitterly; proving a hypothesis requires capital, Wayne had the capital, dared to confront Grew directly, while he didn’t, couldn’t defeat the Subsidiary Gods with the authority of Hades, lacked courage and thus didn’t dare bet.
Given the circumstances, he had to be cautious.
“Now is not the ti for this discussion, we should wake the Goddess.” Grew reminded.
While speaking, he waved eight black tendrils, wrapping the genderless Zhubian tightly and tossed them out of the Twelfth Layer, letting the Demigods outside guard strictly.
Zhubian, after being worn down by Wayne, couldn’t maintain their energy form and suffered severe cognitive trauma, unable to wake up for a short while.
Even if Zhubian woke up, it wouldn’t be an issue; the Prison of the Lost has no shortage of sealing techniques, and since the Nature Goddess refused to spend money, Zhubian would have to live in solitary confinent forever.
The Eternal Hall wasn’t a standalone building; it’s a series of interconnected halls, entirely black, with every wall etched with intricate symbols signifying the soul’s final destination.
The four of them entered a grand hall, traversed a long and deep corridor, with no idea how long they walked, until a massive black door slowly opened at the end.
Behind the door lay a vast central hall, the towering do adorned with points of light like stars, akin to the most distant stars flowing into this mysterious space, illuminating a realm not ant for the living.
In the center, a black lake representing the waters of Acheron lay quietly, a White Jade Road paved the way extending to the heart of the lake.
The unadorned black Divine Throne was empty, behind it stood a black crystal-like polyhedral coffin.
Just like the black sea outside the hall, the black lake grew a large number of dense green plants, with the Divine Throne and even the crystal coffin emanating a vibrant green aura.
Death and Nature alternated and blended harmoniously, creating a cycle of life in so sense.
Wayne frowned at this scene, muttering: “I don’t understand what the Goddess is thinking. If everything is in her plan, what does the ssage of Nature an? Before waking her, should we perhaps first trim the grass on the grave?”
No familiar Insectoids responded.
Turning around, Wayne saw Grew, Rone, and Saine standing afar, not following.
“Why are you standing so far away?”
“That’s the Goddess’s Divine Throne, we have no right to approach.” Grew replied.
“You say that, but how did you approach the Divine Throne and the Goddess to seize the Authority of God’s Domain at that ti?” Wayne scoffed.
“Then was then, now is now, completely different!”
Grew shrugged, having closed the net, being openly disrespectful at this point would be purely self-inflicted discomfort.
“A bunch of Insectoids…”
Wayne looked at the three by the hall door; it’s understandable why Grew and Saine wouldn’t dare approach the Divine Throne, but even you, Rone, with no thick eyebrows but big eyes, retreated and didn’t advance, really misunderstood you.
Wayne pondered inwardly, not understanding Rone’s struggles. The latter felt his efforts were futile, whether he existed or not made no difference, feeling lost and unable to face the Goddess, he let Wayne take the lead.
The Goddess opens her eyes, facing only Wayne. Who is the greatest loyalist and hero is clear instantly.
“But if you don’t co over, I don’t know how to wake the Goddess!”
“…” x3
Three silences, this question was beyond their scope; they didn’t know either.
“Forget it, I’ll figure it out myself!”
Wayne quickly circled the Divine Throne, directly facing the polyhedral coffin behind, conveniently located in the blind spot of Rone and the others’ line of sight, allowing him to perform so unspeakable operations.
Inside the semi-transparent black polyhedral coffin, the Goddess of Death with her silver hair stood asleep.
“Turns out she wasn’t lying down doing sit-ups but standing doing pull-ups; retracting my previous words, misunderstood the Goddess.”
Wayne fixed his gaze on Aztemo, rigorously speaking, she was the first Goddess he had ever seen.
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