Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 126 - 99 The Gods are Already Dead (Extra for 200 votes)

Chapter 126: Chapter 99 The Gods are Already Dead (Extra for 200 votes)

Violet’s eyes flickered with a weird and fierce light, and her twisted features gradually returned to normal only after a long time had passed.

The Life Seed, she had to obtain it at all costs.

Only the power of the Life Seed could soothe her tormented soul; otherwise, she really would go insane.

The noise from upstairs had ceased, indicating that the confrontation between Qin Chu and Catherine was over. She had made careful preparations, using the pollen of the Moon Flower and even revealing the Soul Fragment of the First Generation Brave, pleading with Qin Chu to stay, all for this moment.

There was no other choice. To maintain the existence of the Storm Temple and to suppress the contamination brought by the divine knowledge, the Strength of the Storm Witch had greatly diminished, just as Qin Chu had speculated; she did not have sufficient means to oppose four formidable enemies at the same time.

Especially since one of them was the Dark Witch Shaye, who, despite appearing fragile, was after all the Dark Witch, the most powerful among the witches.

There were already four witches who had accepted the Authority of the Gods killed by Shaye. With such a terrifying being, even though she might have been weakened for some reason, who could guarantee that Shaye had no ace up her sleeve?

So, she could only show a mild demeanor, decreasing Qin Chu’s wariness.

But, once she seized the Life Seed, there would be no one left on the Sky Dome Continent who was her match.

She even had some desire to mock Antia, who was still as slow-witted as she had been a thousand years ago, unable to grasp how to obtain the treasure right beside her.

But before she could take action, Catherine had already made the first move.

This annoyed the Storm Witch greatly; she had intentionally kept Qin Chu and Catherine on different floors, but that woman had run upstairs on her own.

She couldn’t just rush up and join in.

However, now that things had finally ended upstairs, it was just uncertain whether Qin Chu was still functional.

As she mulled over these thoughts in her mind, the Storm Witch stood up with her tall figure and walked towards the door.

But just as the Storm Witch reached the door, a slightly different sound than before once again came from upstairs.

Hsss...

The Storm Witch took a sharp intake of cold air.

This can’t be happening, can it?

Don’t they know the meaning of fatigue?

Even if they wanted to continue, they should at least rest for a while, right?

Though increasingly irritable, the Storm Witch had no other option but to wait quietly in the room, listening to the sounds from upstairs, patiently biding her time.

She was starting to worry...

If the Life Seed was completely taken by Catherine, then there would be nothing left for her.

...

Elsewhere, Qin Chu gently pushed the door open.

Listening to the sounds of Catherine coming from the room behind him, Qin Chu wore a somewhat strange expression.

Truthfully, Catherine’s acting skills were somewhat lacking. Just listen to that sound, monotone and careless, without any fluctuation—an experienced person could easily tell something wasn’t right.

Please put a little more effort into it. Can’t you inject some emotion into your voice?

However, considering the Storm Witch had lived here alone for a thousand years, whether she had previous experience with such things was debatable, and even if she had, she likely had mostly forgotten about it by now.

Presumably, the Storm Witch would not be able to discern any difference in the sounds.

Humans are curious creatures.

Qin Chu was no exception.

Reason told him that revenge was his only goal. All he had to do was settle his own affairs. The events that once transpired on the Sky Dome Road, the conflicts between the true masters, the Gods, had nothing to do with him, and forcibly involving himself would bring no benefits.

But, curiosity killed the cat.

The more one is told that something must not be known, the more one desires to uncover it.

Moreover, Qin Chu vaguely felt that he had already been swept into this vast maelstrom. If that was the case, learning a bit more would not hurt him.

When such thoughts surfaced in his mind, the slight resistance within him disappeared instantly, and he moved towards a room next door with peace of mind.

This seemed to be an office, with the emblem of the Lord of Storm still hanging on the damaged walls.

The desk was covered in a thick layer of dust, akin to a layer of snow.

There were some documents spread out on the desk, and Qin Chu walked over languidly. Having first checked for any hidden traps or mechanisms and finding none, he then reached for the papers on the desk. But just as Qin Chu’s fingertips made contact with the papers...

They disintegrated noiselessly...as if a string had been touched, the documents instantly turned into powder.

It was a fine dust, like the ash left behind from a blazing fire.

Not just the papers but also the wall hangings, the desk, and even the decorative porcelain placed beside all vanished in that instant, turning into fine sand.

Qin Chu’s eyes grew dim; a millennium was enough to erode everything.

The beds in the room he had shared with Catherine, the doors of the Temple, the windows, and even the floors and walls were later additions by Violet. The woman stubbornly wanted to maintain the Temple in its original form and didn’t wish to see it completely gone, even though aside from the barely-acceptable exterior, the interior had long decayed... Everything that truly belonged to this Temple had reached its end in the river of time.

There was nothing left to explore in this room, and Qin Chu moved to the next, where the situation was no different. Even just the breeze caused by Qin Chu pushing open the door reduced the remnants inside to dust.

But Qin Chu wasn’t discouraged. He believed that somewhere in this Temple, something would guide him to the truth.

He walked from room to room, but the scenes before him barely changed.

The second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor...

Qin Chu spared no nook or cranny.

Ultimately, he even took a risk and entered the first floor.

In a dark little room far from Violet’s location, Qin Chu found a complete statue of the Lord of Storm, apparently a room for confession and prayer.

What the Divine looked like, nobody knew, since statues were only crafted from the imagination of believers.

It was a tall, robust man, and although thousands of years had passed, the statue’s majesty was undiminished, suggesting that this was a place where Violet often lingered, as it wasn’t covered in thick dust like other areas.

The walls around were covered in chaotic text, patterns, and symbols drawn with nearly mad strokes; from the deep grooves in the wall and the stiff, contorted lines, one could tell the disarray in the heart of whoever had left these marks.

Even the statue itself bore traces of repair, some areas fixed many times over, with clearly layered cracks revealing multiple instances of damage and mending that gave the statue an eerie quality.

Above the statue of the Lord of Storm, several twisted, large characters as if carved with a knife were visible on the wall.

Where is He?

At the end of the stroke, a long crack was forcefully dragged down the wall.

At the foot of the statue lay a notebook with a dark cover bearing two crossed crucifixes.

Qin Chu instinctively wanted to reach out but hesitated, fearing the notebook might turn to dust as before.

After a brief moment of indecision, Qin Chu still extended his hand, touching the cover with as gentle a force as possible... This time, the notebook did not turn to ashes.

Mere simple motion it was, but Qin Chu felt unexpectedly drained, quietly wiping the sweat from his brow before flipping open the notebook.

The first thing that caught his eye was a few crimson characters that sent shivers down his spine:

The Gods are dead!

...

Elsewhere, the Death Knight Karthas had already left the spot where Benson’s body lay.

Riding his White Bone Warhorse against the howling wind like a ghost, not even the piercing night breeze could quell the flame in his heart.

For, as he collected Benson’s remains, he had discovered the white stocking clenched tightly in Benson’s palm.

The stocking bore two symbols painted in Benson’s own blood.

One symbol represented the Holy Court.

The other symbol represented the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

Never before had he felt such fury.

The bloody pattern was clearly a signal Benson had left him in his dying moments.

If Benson had been killed by a Demon, although Karthas would have been heartbroken, he wouldn’t be as enraged as he was now; after all, humans and Demons are natural enemies.

But to be slain by one’s own—this inflamed a rage within Karthas that he could not suppress.

Karthas was known to be the least intelligent member of the Hero Team, followed by Benson and Mad Demon Muses. The three of them had the strongest bond and deepest friendship within the team and were even jokingly called the "Trio of Fools" by Jie Luo.

Karthas had never taken this as an offense. On the contrary, he felt it was an intimate gesture of camaraderie from a Hero.

In reality, Karthas was not so foolish.

Part of the legend about Karthas was true; he was indeed from a notable lineage, with a famous Great Noble for a father and noble blood flowing in his veins.

His talent was exceptional, growing in strength at a quick pace from a young age.

He also had a fiancee who, despite not reaching the level of the Great Sage, was quite powerful, and also elegant, dignified, beautiful, and gentle.

But he was arrogant and impulsive, too.

His master warned him that although his strength was great and his progress rapid, his mind was unsteady—told him to cool down and let the mind catch up with power.

But the proud Karthas completely disregarded his master’s words, continuing to push for higher realms. This brought calamity; during a breakthrough, his unstable mind began hearing indescribable, incomprehensible whispers.

He didn’t know where the voices came from, but they made him exceptionally irritable.

Countless weird, twisted visions appeared before his eyes, confusing him, driving him mad.

In a state of extreme madness, he wreaked havoc on everything around him, and when his consciousness returned, he found himself holding his father’s severed head, his mother’s body cut in half at the waist...

His elder brother’s body was cleaved in two.

He had become a murderous Demon, and his fiancee left him.

He was denounced and hunted by countless people...

From that moment on, Karthas changed, no longer the handsome and dashing noble son he once was. He became dull, numb, and slow-witted.

He didn’t want people to see his face again; he wrapped himself in thick, black metal armor.

When he was utterly alone, it was the Hero who reached out to him.

He became a comrade of the Hero, but due to his dullness, numbness, and slow wit, he only ever acted on Jie Luo’s or other members’ orders, never making decisions on his own.

But now, his fury was complete.

For the first time since his transformation, he made a decision based on his will.

He would exact vengeance for Benson.

With the fresh blood and severed heads of those damned priests from the Holy Court as offering for his dear friend.

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