Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553

Behind it, two bone dragon heads crashed to the ground, the headless skeleton body shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of parts like scattered building blocks.

In the center of the skull, the flickering ghostly blue flame vanished, and no matter how much it roared, it couldn’t summon a response from the body.

The Skeleton Soldier lifted its greatsword and charged straight down, ignoring everything in front of it, focusing only on the charge.

The charge seemed quite ordinary, nothing remarkable, but its killing effect was off the charts, the terrifying impact smashing everything in its path to pieces.

In the span of about ten breaths, it crossed the entire battlefield, forcibly plowing a dividing line amid the vast army.

A series of gasps rose simultaneously, the female demons looked at each other, speechless and somewhat at a loss.

Comparing their own summoned masterpieces and then looking at the Skeleton Soldier that decapitated the bone dragon as if slicing through vegetables, they couldn’t help but have the same question.

Could this be the correct way to train a Skeleton Soldier, and they’ve been off track all along?

Omilos was the most speechless, looking at the valiant minotaur skeleton, and then at Sukra on the flying dragon’s back, a warm blush crept across his cold cheeks.

If you were this powerful, you should have said so earlier. Now I’m humiliated, even a corpse feels embarrassed.

On second thought, Sukra did say, don’t underestimate her Skeleton Soldier’s intelligence, it’s actually super strong.

Omilos remained silent for a moment, not blaming her, as Sukra’s malnourished appearance was not convincing, no one would believe it.

A flash of white light, and the transparent barrier at the edge of the battlefield was split into two by a torrent of gray sword light.

Seven or eight figures stood behind, both male and female, all dressed in identical gray magic robes, led by a figure with a slim waist and rounded hips, showcasing graceful curves, clearly a woman.

With the last defensive prohibition broken, several figures were repelled, their thoughts momentarily frozen, overwhelmed and unstable.

Only the leading woman remained unaffected, facing strong enemies without retreating, decisively casting divine arts.

The shadow at the woman’s feet stood up, expanding boundlessly between heaven and earth, its silhouette hazy, edges vaporizing, blending with Hades.

Her face was covered by a thin mist, her features unclear, only a pair of eyes flickered with mesmerizing light, perceiving the life and death of all things within the cycle of reincarnation.

The divine arts summoned the goddess’s phantom descend, instantly freezing the air across the space, an icy deep death aura spreading.

The surrounding temperature continuously fell, death’s aura seemed to drag time’s footsteps, making everything, including thoughts, incomparably heavy and slow.

The eyes gazed downward, wherever the sight passed, it felt like an insurmountable mountain pressing down, stopping thoughts entirely, making even simple thinking incredibly difficult.

Under Omilos’s lead, all the death banshees descended to the ground, not daring to look at the goddess, bowing and kneeling. Those undead creatures with the ability to move also ceased fighting, lowering their weapons to worship the Lord of Hades who gave them life.

Sukra, riding the flying dragon, just arrived at the battlefield center, saw the goddess’s phantom and hurriedly jumped down to salute.

Several figures behind the woman who summoned death followed, kneeling in salute.

Throughout the battlefield, except for the woman, everyone who could still move, all kneeled...

The Skeleton Soldier was still charging!

With a step, it leaped into the air, under everyone’s horrified gaze, it slashed a gray sword light at the goddess’s phantom.

You’re using death aura against the Goddess of Death? Dancing your sword at the deity who granted you life?

What is this, courting death?

As the curtain of sword light fell, the death’s phantom split into two from above, its cold indifferent eyes dimmed and vanished, withdrawing under a multitude of unprepared gazes.

The Goddess of Death came quickly, and left even faster, so fast that everyone was stunned.

The death banshees’ minds were blank, not understanding what happened, the several figures from the opposite camp felt the same, doubting if they were hallucinating.

After a brief stupor, they suddenly understood; it must be a dream, they’re still dreaming.

The most surprised was Sukra, her little mouth turned into an ’O’, she pointed shakily at Wayne.

Her past life was fraught with danger, always evading the Death Church’s pursuit, having seen all sorts of scenes, but a Death Knight using Shadowmare to slash the Goddess of Death...

This was indeed something she had never seen.

After being with Wayne for a long time, Sukra had somewhat developed an immunity, she was the most shocked but also the first to regain clarity.

She dropped her scepter on the ground with a snap, glaring angrily at Wayne’s descending back, roaring in a transmission: "Bastard, I told you to stop the fight and not let both sides clash, and this is how you do it?"

Wayne adjusted his helmet, proudly replying, "Going through this process, now neither side will start fighting, you tell me if I’m good at conflict resolution!"

Indeed, they would only team up to take you down, fighting to the death.

Sukra raised her hand to cover her mouth, wanting to cry, but her current body couldn’t shed tears, at this moment she didn’t want anything, just wanted to drag Wayne to perish together.

Her chest held a suffocating air, she couldn’t hold it back, angrily saying: "Stop fiddling with your helmet, it’s infuriating!"

Wayne landed with a boom, the stirring wind rustling the woman’s gray robe, revealing her curves completely. The wind blew off her gray hood, revealing silver-gray hair and a slightly dazed beautiful face.

The former Death Holy Maiden, Laisha.

Wayne looked closely, indeed, like master, like apprentice, their hair color passed down identically, making him think of an old acquaintance again.

Also, indeed a former holy maiden, youthful and beautiful without a doubt, standing next to her apprentice Sukra, claiming to be sisters wouldn’t feel out of place.

Wayne took a step forward, waking the stiff-thinking Laisha.

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Wayne won, taller by a head, his upper and lower jaws opening and closing, emitting a throat cancer voice: "Same side, I know Rone, take me to see him."

"Nonsense, you blasphemer, you betrayed your faith!" Laisha glared angrily at the Skeleton Soldier, that damn helmet was truly infuriating.

Laisha waved her hand, a gray longsword appeared in her palm, resembling Shadowmare, possibly a slimmer imitation version.

After entering the Divine Nation, she achieved demigodhood, even without using divine arts, just wielding the Life Domain still provided considerable combat power.

Wayne raised his hand and grabbed Laisha’s petite face, slightly exerting force, suppressing the demigod domain within Laisha, preventing it from manifesting in reality.

"I said we’re on the same side, if you don’t believe it, you’ll be fully liable for any injuries later."

Crackling, crashing...

Seconds later, all eight figures led by Laisha lay on the ground, and the undead army they summoned either vanished or immediately joined the female demons’ main force.

Wayne tilted his head to look at Laisha, who was kneeling and lying on the ground, silently admiring the view, the wind just blew the front but not the back, unexpectedly, the former holy maiden had quite a perkiness.

One murderous intent locked on came, Wayne turned to see, Omilos leading a large group of death banshees, commanding countless undead creature armies advancing.

Sukra was among them, gritting her teeth, and Wayne was extremely speechless, sincerely transmitting: "Be good, don’t make a fuss, even if you join them, you’re no match for me, come quickly, I’ll let you enjoy the fruits of victory."

"Don’t even think about it!"

Sukra gritted her teeth, fiercely saying: "Today, I’ll fight you to the end, win or lose, I will splash you with blood!"

"Then you should think it over, lose and you’ll get a spanked bottom." Wayne adjusted his horned helmet.

"I will still splash you with blood!"

Sukra waved her scepter and was the first to charge forward, aiming straight for Wayne...his helmet.

Those two horns thrusting skyward looked increasingly infuriating!

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