Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 232 - 152 Goddess Descends (3)

Chapter 232: Chapter 152 Goddess Descends (3)

The outline formed by the condensation of blood mist.

The phantom of the Evil God appeared.

Not even Augustus, Saint Monica, or Wozworth had anticipated such a transformation; the Prince had already been corrupted by the sinister power.

In an instant, the entire Duel Arena was shrouded in a profound and oppressive gray fog, as if numerous black serpentine lines were dancing wildly and gloomily throughout the arena. Just one glance was enough to sense the madness, despair, weirdness, and... the most intense Desire contained within.

Mortals, you must not look directly at a god!

"Everyone, close your eyes, do not look..."

Suddenly, Augustus roared loudly. He remembered the disaster that had once occurred in the Holy Court. This aura was all too familiar.

His voice thundered throughout the Duel Arena, penetrating the ears of everyone present.

Everyone heard it.

But... it was too late.

There was simply no time.

People had already seen the phantom behind the Prince, and the will imbued with madness, weirdness, and overflowing Desire had instantly eroded their consciousness. Countless fragments of mind-shattering images violently flooded their minds.

Indescribable murmurs and screams began to echo in their ears.

In front of their eyes, numerous pallid and distorted limbs seemed to appear, overlapping each other, as if coupling or as if wailing in grief.

They clutched their eyes in pain, kneeling on the ground as crimson tears leaked from their eyes, their muscles spasming and tensing due to the agony.

Their consciousness began to disarray, as if something evil was awakening within them.

Their body temperature rose higher and higher, and gradually, intense Desire began to breed within them.

At some point, the pain started to fade, and their eyes looked around dazedly; every person beside them seemed so noble, elegant, so full of Charm, inciting the urge to possess, to violate.

These were the signs of contamination by the Evil God.

No matter how elegant and noble that silhouette was, it could not conceal Its true essence, a Divine being symbolizing Desire.

People began to lunge at the person closest to them... whether it was their boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, or husband...

The scene within the Duel Arena looked insane and was filled with despair.

These pitiful Nobles, having mostly lived in comfort since childhood, lacked powerful Strength and had especially weak wills, incapable of resisting such an assault.

Only a very few individuals with considerable Strength and willpower could withstand the invasion of the Evil God’s aura.

At the entrance to the Duel Arena, Antasia and Angelica, while not the strongest, were sufficient to resist the phantom’s erosion, but most importantly, their wills were very strong.

They simply didn’t understand what was going on, how the Duel Arena had suddenly become such a chaotic and terrifying scene?

Violet’s expression was somber, the visions before her eyes seemingly taking her back to the day the Lord of Storms Temple met its demise a thousand years ago.

Catherine and Asina both frowned deeply, gripping their weapons tightly, aware that the situation had spiraled entirely out of control.

Only Rose Vesper seemed oddly detached.

She gazed blankly at the phantom behind the Prince, completely unaffected by it, and felt no fear of that horrific phantom; on the contrary, there was an almost intimate feeling.

Her heart was inexplicably throbbing.

This weird reaction made Rose Vesper’s emotions quite complicated.

Meanwhile, Qin Chu’s figure was constantly retreating.

This duel was indeed full of surprises.

He cracked a smile, a look of amusement appearing on his calm face for the first time.

He thought that merely teaching the Prince a lesson would suffice, but unexpectedly, the Prince had suddenly advanced to the Martial God Realm, revealing one of his cards.

Just when he thought defeating the Prince at the Martial God Realm had settled the matter, he had not anticipated the Prince would transform into an Evil God, even directly summoning the phantom of the Evil God.

Perhaps, Qin Chu should have disregarded Wozworth’s face completely and finished off the Prince?

Of course, taking the opportunity to understand the beings from the Void seemed like a good idea too.

Qin Chu was certain that the entity behind the Prince was one of the seven Divine beings from the Void.

At this moment, the Prince was ecstatic with the unprecedented Strength he had obtained, howling as he had become a complete madman; only a deep obsession remained in the depths of his heart, and he didn’t even realize what he had turned into.

In stark contrast to the weirdly elegant and noble silhouette behind him, the Prince had become nothing more than a squirming piece of flesh, limbs twisted in grotesque angles beneath the mass, supporting his body as a large expanse of crimson, viscous fluid seeped from the surface of his body.

Hee hee hee...

A weird, hoarse laughter continued to spill from the Prince’s mouth.

He seemed to be gradually able to control this already battered body, and suddenly, the Prince’s eyes turned in Qin Chu’s direction; though his will was utterly in chaos, the hatred for Qin Chu in the Prince’s heart had not diminished in the slightest.

His vicious gaze was full of intense madness as he suddenly opened his mouth, letting out a piercing wail.

Almost simultaneously, the phantom of the Evil God behind the Prince also turned abruptly, facing the direction Qin Chu was in.

In an instant, Qin Chu felt as if he had seen the most beautiful jewel in the world—those were Its eyes.

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Hum...

His heart felt as if it had been hit by a bullet train, swelling in an instant, almost to the point of bursting.

A dense, grayish-black fog seemed to emerge before him, one connected to the Void, colliding with Qin Chu’s chest, and in that instant, a cold, evil Strength permeated his entire body.

His body, unable to withstand the force, was sent flying backward.

Watching Qin Chu’s figure being knocked away, the Prince reveled in delight, wriggling his bloody, rotting flesh, his laughter becoming increasingly sharp.

Look, Rose Vesper, look...

See how handsome I am now, how powerful.

The Prince cast his gaze toward Rose Vesper, hoping she would see his dashing figure.

However, when the Prince looked at Rose Vesper, he found her merely frowning deeply, head bowed as if lost in thought.

This sight made the mass of flesh that was the Prince shudder, thinking... this won’t do.

The chaos in his mind distracted the Prince from continuing his pursuit of Qin Chu, for if Rose Vesper couldn’t see his current suave and dashing figure, then everything was meaningless.

That heap of rotten flesh quickly wriggled across the ground, crawling towards Rose Vesper with haste.

From a distance, the Prince let out a piercing scream:

"Ah, my most beautiful Holy Daughter... look at me... am I not handsome now?"

"I have defeated Qin Chu, I am the strongest, the man most worthy of you."

"Just give me one glance."

Rose Vesper, lost in her own thoughts, was startled awake by the Prince’s voice, and subconsciously raised her head only to see the disgusting mass of rotten flesh rushing toward her, covering her face instantly with a layer of twisted fear.

The intense disgust turned Rose Vesper pale, her abdomen convulsing as if she might throw up at any moment.

Her beautiful countenance contorted, and goosebumps quickly spread over her fair skin.

That was just too... too disgusting.

Instinctively horrified, Rose Vesper kept retreating, seeking to distance herself from the Prince.

But to the Prince, this scene was a deep stab to the last remnants of his humanity.

Why?

Rose Vesper, I love you so deeply, just wanting you to glance at me, why do you distance yourself? Why do you look at me like I’m garbage, like I’m filth?

We were supposed to be the perfect couple.

Don’t look at me with that gaze, no, no, no...

From the Prince’s throat came a weird sound, and the rotten flesh started to wriggle more violently.

The resistance and distance displayed by Rose Vesper fueled a strong hatred in the Prince, from which sprouted many twisted and ferocious tendrils on the rotten flesh.

His body surged forward with immense Strength toward Rose Vesper, the tendrils reaching out to her first.

Rose Vesper was his, he wanted to take her into his arms, to merge her with his own body.

He would kill Antasia, that woman, and make her regret her decisions.

And Qin Chu’s other women, he wouldn’t let any of them live in this world; he intended to make Qin Chu experience pain tens or hundreds of times stronger than his own.

Just as the rotten flesh was about to reach Rose Vesper, a figure whooshed in front of her... it was Qin Chu, of course, not out of concern for Rose Vesper.

Whether Rose Vesper lived or died didn’t concern him; while he very much wanted to personally torment this woman, if the Prince merely wished to kill Rose Vesper, Qin Chu couldn’t be bothered to stop him.

But within the roiling evil thoughts of the Prince, Qin Chu sensed the presence of Antasia, Angelica, and Violet.

Qin Chu would never allow the Prince to harm these individuals, not even a single strand of their hair.

He extended his right hand forcefully.

The Goddess’s hair on his wrist was instantly activated.

Bright and gentle white light blossomed around Qin Chu.

Since the Void’s seven Evil Gods had to use all their Strength to suppress the mysterious Goddess, then the presence of this Divine being projected into the Lower Realm must have weakened the suppression against the Goddess, and accordingly, the Goddess should be able to penetrate with more Strength.

The tender sprout within him leaped joyfully, squeezing out Fighting Energy and Magic Power from Qin Chu’s body. Accompanied by the sudden burst of white light, a tall and graceful silhouette was swiftly outlined behind Qin Chu, much more clearly than the silhouette behind the Prince earlier.

The pure white dress fluttered amidst the wild Energy.

Below the hem, a pair of pearly Jade feet peeked out, toes naturally drooping, gently swaying.

Though only an outline, it was enough to convey an enchanting figure, the face unseen, but capable of driving everyone mad.

Her slender wrists and ankles, long neck, and delicate waist were all ensnared by dark red chains.

The other end of the chains sank into the dark fog, seemingly connected to the endless Void.

Her hands opened gently, and the towering figure floated behind Qin Chu, like a guardian Goddess, protecting the small figure in front of her.

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