Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 127 - 100 Brother, I have avenged you (asking for recommendation votes and monthly votes)

Chapter 127: Chapter 100 Brother, I have avenged you (asking for recommendation votes and monthly votes)

In Karsas’s wooden, dull, and blunt mind, the mark on the white stocking that Benson tightly held in his palm was his guide.

It was the Holy Court that had betrayed Benson.

He intended to use the heads of members of the Holy Court to pay tribute to his best friend.

He knew there was a patrol team formed by the Holy Court’s Holy Knights at the border.

He had seen those people when he rushed over to support Benson.

He was angry, he was insane.

Once again, indescribable whispers echoed in his ears, only the blood of those people could extinguish the blazing flame in his heart.

The White Bone Warhorse galloped wildly across the land, kicking up a large trail of dust behind it.

Karsas did not know how long he had been moving forward when he came upon a river with a temporary camp next to it.

Inside the camp were stationed thousands of Holy Court’s Holy Knights, and except for a few on night duty, the vast majority were resting in their tents.

The campfire burned, sending thin trails of black smoke into the night sky, while the sound of the river’s water filled his ears.

A few Holy Knights gathered by the campfire, holding metal bottles filled with spicy liquor. Although the Holy Court had many rules, they did not prohibit drinking. Moreover, for those patrolling outside, without the stimulation of alcohol, physical exhaustion would quickly become unbearable.

"Damn, the First Generation Brave died too quickly. If he hadn’t recklessly gone to fight the Demon King alone, he wouldn’t have been torn to pieces," a Holy Knight muttered, taking a sip of his drink.

He had never seen the First Generation Brave.

But he had heard some stories about him.

In his opinion, only someone witless would challenge the Demon King to a duel.

Another dissatisfied Holy Knight said, "No kidding. Although they have summoned a Second Generation Brave Warrior who is said to have more talent than the First, he just stays in the Imperial City all day indulging in pleasures, with no intention to fight demons; what a coward..."

It was unclear whether it was because they were drunk, or if this was their true sentiment, or perhaps the cold night winds on patrol had built up too much resentment in them, but they completely overlooked the fact that the Second Generation Brave Warrior currently did not possess the strength to face powerful demons.

They were merely venting their dissatisfaction:

"Damn, we summoned the hero to fight demons, not to let him stay in the city playing with women..."

"We are Holy Knights, yet we have to do the work of ordinary soldiers; this is an insult to us!"

Suddenly, a strong Holy Knight seemed to sense something. He raised his head and saw a dark silhouette under the moonlight.

The ghost-like figure made him shiver, and he instinctively reached out to grab the long spear beside him, but he soon realized something was off.

This figure looked familiar, wasn’t it Karsas from the Hero Team?

Although the Hero Team had the Holy Daughter, their relationship with the two major Churches was never very good, but surface-level civility was still maintained.

The Holy Knight stood up from the ground, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and slightly bowed, "It turns out to be Lord Karsas, how come you’re here..."

Thump!

He had intended to invite Karsas to join them for drinks and warmth by the fire, but before he could finish his sentence, Karsas’s dark long spear flew out of his hand.

The spear flew like a dragon.

The speed of the long spear was too fast for the Holy Knight to react, and immediately there was a large hole in his chest.

The Holy Court’s sturdy standard armor, faced with Karsas’s long spear, was like tofu dregs, utterly vulnerable, as the spear pierced through the Holy Knight’s chest and then flew straight towards the background.

With a whoosh, the spear stabbed into the campfire.

The Fighting Energy attached to the spear instantly dispersed, directly shredding the seven nearby Holy Knights into pieces, their flesh and blood scattering across the ground.

Karsas beckoned with his hand, and the long spear flew back to him automatically.

The commotion finally caught the attention of the sleeping Holy Knights, who quickly emerged from their tents, staring at the bloody stains on the ground and the figure of Karsas on the other side.

Even fools could guess what had happened here as they surrounded Karsas with weapons in hand, loudly questioning why he had attacked them for no reason.

But Karsas didn’t answer their questions at all; from beneath his helmet, only a sinister laugh was heard, hoarse and ferocious.

Dark red flames burned on Karsas’s armor, making him appear as if he had emerged from hellish flames.

His eyes, filled with endless fury.

"I will use your blood, your lives, your heads, to pay tribute to my best comrade-in-arms," Karsas said in a dark voice.

Hearing this, the group of Holy Knights were utterly dumbfounded.

"What’s all this about, your best comrade? Don’t tell me one of the members of the Hero Team is dead?"

But what does that have to do with them, and why would it be blamed on themselves?

Where do they have the strength to kill a member of the Hero Team?

The leading Holy Knight tried to argue, but the furious Karsas gave these people no chance to explain himself; he raised his long spear high and hurled it into the dark night.

Once the long spear reached its highest point, it completely ignored the effects of gravity and didn’t fall at all; it just hovered in the sky.

The next second, dense black spear shadows poured down from the sky like torrential rain.

Though Karsas’s mind was troubled, occasionally showing signs of madness, no one would deny his strength.

Once the battle began, this man showed you what true Hell was.

The Holy Knights below looked up in fear, only to see the spear shadows tearing through the air, buzzing loudly— in an instant, it was like a black meteor shower unfolding before them.

Indeed, Karsas’s move was called Meteor Shower.

Although a single spear shadow’s destructive power was not exaggerated, it was more than enough to kill these Holy Knights.

This move’s most critical attribute was its extremely wide coverage and powerful penetration, one of the few martial arts that could compare with Super Order Magic.

Ahhhhhh...

They wanted to dodge, but facing such a dense Meteor Shower, where could they go? They could only watch helplessly as the spear shadows descended from the sky!

Thwack!

It pierced their heads, their bodies, and blood gushed from their shattered forms, quickly forming little rivers on the ground that flowed into nearby streams.

Countless lives screamed as they met death, but Karsas didn’t stop; he drew the sword from his waist and charged into the crowd, his blade dancing up and down. Those Holy Knights who fortuitously dodged the spear shadows couldn’t escape Karsas’s slaughter.

Frost’s Sorrow emitted a cold murkiness; the sharp blade easily tore through throats, splashing blood everywhere. In no time, black armor was stained bright crimson, slick and sticky all over.

He was like a merciless butcher continually harvesting life after life.

At some point, Karsas stopped.

There was no one left around him to kill; limbs and bodies covered the ground, and the entire camp had turned into a veritable Purgatory.

The river water was dyed a bright scarlet.

Karsas faced the sky and howled:

"Brother, I have finally avenged you!"

But still, it wasn’t enough—just these Holy Knights’ lives weren’t equivalent to his best brother’s. After burying his brother, he prepared even more offerings.

...

Elsewhere, Qin Chu had no idea that the blame he arbitrarily pinned on Augustus would have such an effect.

He was leafing through this diary.

This diary, clearly written a millennium ago by the then-Holy Daughter, now Storm Witch, Violet.

Indeed, this woman was once the Holy Daughter.

A millennium ago, when the faith on the Sky Dome Continent was still diverse and various temples stood thick, but still maintained quite good relationships, Antia was once a devotee of the Lord of Storm, which is why Violet knew Antia.

The more Qin Chu read, the more shocked he became.

The diary recorded that Gods do not easily relinquish their authority.

Only when a God falls do they scatter their authority across the land.

And only the girl whose body and soul are pure can sense the consciousness from the Gods, inheriting the God’s authority.

And these girls became known as Witches.

At this point, Qin Chu wasn’t very scared, but what truly terrified him was the number mentioned below.

A millennium ago, the Sky Dome Continent saw the emergence of forty-nine Witches simultaneously.

Forty-nine Witches meant that forty-nine Gods had fallen.

Could it be that all the Gods in the heavens had perished?

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