Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 233 - 153 Goddess and Evil God (Four - s for Votes)

Chapter 233: Chapter 153 Goddess and Evil God (Four Chapters for Votes)

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So beautiful!

Although one couldn’t see that face,

every person who caught a glimpse of this figure couldn’t help but think deep down: so beautiful, it was ethereal and dreamlike.

Even Rose Vesper, who had always been extremely confident in herself, couldn’t control the feeling of being filthy compared to the figure behind Qin Chu, as if she was dirt on the ground.

That gentle white light seemed to carry the power to purify everything, driving away all the hatred, madness, resentment, cruelty, and desire in one’s heart. Even just one glance would make a person feel so peaceful and warm inside.

Only Rose Vesper, initially touched when the Prince suddenly lunged at her and Qin Chu unexpectedly stood in front of her, thinking that this man indeed cared about her, would not let her be harmed by the Prince and her affection for Qin Chu grew slightly. Although it still couldn’t replace Jie Luo’s place in her heart, at least she felt he was a decent man.

But when she saw the beautiful silhouette that appeared behind Qin Chu, she felt an inexplicable sense of disgust and rejection. This beautiful silhouette only made her feel suffocated and crazy.

She even had a strong urge to pounce on the woman and bite off a piece of flesh.

Augustus’s face, however, suddenly became extremely weird.

His eyes were wide open, and his breathing was notably hurried.

No one had ever seen what their own deity actually looked like; mortals did not have the capacity to glimpse the divine, and all divine statues were drawn from human imagination.

Nevertheless, when Augustus saw this figure, he couldn’t control the intense thought that arose from deep within him.

He felt an awe and tremor stemming from his soul.

Over the graceful figure, swathes of creamy white light spread out ripple-like, clashing with the darkness emanating from the Prince, making a hissing sound.

A weird and extremely thick black fog was dispersed.

The sinister tentacles extending from the Prince were stopped by the white light; they writhed unwillingly as they twisted within the white light, seemingly trying to penetrate the barrier in front of them.

Some of the people awoken from their madness blushed with shame upon seeing their current state. The nobles had lost all their dignity, and their appearance no longer resembled that of elegant nobility; they resembled more a pack of dogs.

No one spoke a word. They didn’t know what to say at such a moment; the best strategy was to act as if nothing had happened.

The sound of chains clashing and swaying reached everyone’s ears, drawing their gazes.

She slowly raised her right arm.

It seemed to take a great effort, and each inch of movement was especially difficult as the chains wrapped around her wrist created a terrifying obstruction.

Finally, she lifted her arm.

Her fingers slowly opened.

Whoosh...

As if a breeze had blown through,

the dozens of thick, contorting tentacles in front of her suddenly froze midair, completely immobilized.

And then, they crumbled silently into fine sand from the tips of the tentacles, vanishing into thin air with their chaotic energy.

The Prince let out a piercing scream, his rotting flesh quivering ceaselessly.

His form was constantly changing, his limbs having vanished at some point, the whole person reduced to a flattened mass of decay, sprouting countless tiny tentacles from the bottom.

It seemed as if sensing the power of the Goddess, the chains binding her burst forth with a dazzling light, and countless sinister and weird spells began to spread along the chains.

The metallic chains seemed to come alive, rising like enormous serpents into the air and undulating tensely, as if they were trying to drag the Goddess back into the dark Void.

On the Prince’s body, the figure symbolizing nobility, elegance, and desire was becoming clearer, swelling in size.

The Prince could no longer control himself and had completely become a puppet in the hands of the divine.

Similarly, at the epicenter of the storm, Qin Chu smirked, releasing all his strength, allowing the tender sprout within him to absorb it.

He knew that by this point, the course of the battlefield was out of his hands; it was a clash between divine beings that he couldn’t be part of.

All he had to do was act as a bystander, cheering for the Goddess sister.

Of course, he also had to be ready to flee at a moment’s notice if the Goddess sister couldn’t overcome the opponent; whatever happened to the Sky Dome Continent then was none of his business.

The aura of the weird divine being continued to rise, and the power of the Goddess was also growing; the two equally powerful beings were facing each other in mid-air, causing the surrounding space to tremble and wail from the unbearable strike and pressure.

The light sought to dispel darkness,

and darkness yearned to devour the light.

A long stare.

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The clash of consciousness, the impact of formless energy.

Wave after wave of intense fluctuations pulsed like a heart, radiating mysterious energy around that made hearts palpitate.

The atmosphere in the air was oppressive to its peak, and although these two mysterious and powerful beings were merely floating in mid-air, their strength was unbearable, and no one dared to utter even the slightest sound at this time.

The world seemed to have plunged into dead silence.

After an indeterminable amount of time, finally, the Prince could no longer bear the strain on his figure and let out a piercing scream.

Almost instantly, many of those with weak strength present lost consciousness; blood streaming from their seven orifices, their bodies convulsing as if electrocuted, and some even had their consciousness shattered, their bodies alive but souls extinguished.

Seeing this, Qin Chu sighed, brother, you lost the moment you made the first move.

Darkness had already spread, not just limited to the Duel Arena but pervading the entire Noble District. The sun was obscured by thick clouds, and the sudden darkness filled everyone with fear—none knew what had happened. Could it be that demons had invaded the city?

The Imperial City Nobles District erupted with a strong earthquake; the ground cracked, buildings collapsed, and people wailed in terror and despair, running aimlessly.

Streaks of black chains, like giant pythons, moved through the sky, plunging down and engulfing figures one after another. When the black pythons left, all that remained on the ground were desiccated corpses that had been drained of Life Force, which then shattered into powder amid violent impacts.

Weirdness, madness, and Desire were spreading in every corner of the Noble District.

People in the Civilian District seemed unaffected, but they could feel the fluctuations coming from the Noble District. They stared blankly at the realm they could never enter, watching people scream in horror, wail in despair, or pounce on those nearby like madmen, tearing at each other’s clothes.

Above the Noble District, a giant vortex gradually emerged, sucking in all the black fog, then plummeting towards the Duel Arena like a tornado from the sky.

Boom...

The dome of the Duel Arena shattered instantly, and chunks of stone rained down from the sky, causing yet another round of wailing among the crowd.

The Divine being that symbolized Desire spread its arms and merged into the black fog, engulfing the space ahead like a violent tide, seemingly wanting to devour Qin Chu and the Goddess together.

The surging black fog rustled the Goddess’s robe.

Stepping forward slowly, the Goddess’s figure positioned itself in front of Qin Chu.

She forcefully dragged the chain around her wrist, stretching her hand into the black fog.

The thick black mist wound around her fair arm, emitting a weird corrosive sound in a fleeting moment, leaving large mottled patches of corrosion on the pure white arm.

Wisps of white smoke kept drifting.

It must hurt, right?

But the aura of the Goddess did not waver even a bit; with a mere snatch in the black fog, a muffled groan was heard, and in the next second, the Goddess dragged a figure from the black fog.

It was unmistakably the figure of the weird Divine being behind the Prince.

With the Evil God’s support gone, the Prince’s body, that lump of flesh reeking of foul odor, plopped to the ground from the sky.

The features of the Goddess’s face were blurred, but at that moment, it was as if you could glimpse a pair of eyes—bright as the full moon, and as brilliant as the stars.

Those eyes, indifferent, gazed at the struggling figure in her palm.

The next moment, her fingers exerted force.

There was a pop sound as the Evil God’s phantom was directly crushed.

Like shattered pieces of a mirror, countless broken Fragments, with their sharp cries, slowly dissipated in mid-air.

Big sister, you’re really amazing.

Witnessing this scene from below, Qin Chu issued a heartfelt compliment, in every sense of the word.

As the Evil God’s phantom shattered, the black fog that had enveloped the entire Duel Arena and Noble District also disappeared in that instant, as if it had never existed. If not for the ruined buildings, the cracked earth, and the tattered corpses, perhaps everyone would think it had been an illusion.

Gentle white light replaced the darkness, covering the land and calming all panicked hearts at this time.

In the Duel Arena, one by one, as they observed the tall, graceful figure, they subconsciously knelt on the ground.

Even Augustus, the Pope of the Holy Court, did the same.

It was an uncontrollable trembling and reverence that stemmed from the depths of their hearts.

Zimmerman bent his knee, and Saint Monica bowed her noble body.

Even Wozworth, after a brief struggle, lowered his noble head, his knees touching the cold, cracked ground.

Yet the Goddess paid no heed to the figures kneeling all around; her time was extremely precious. She turned and floated towards Qin Chu, her lips moving as if to convey a message...

It seemed she wanted to convey something to Qin Chu.

But just then, the chains wrapped around the Goddess burst into brilliant light, an unprecedented force traveling through the chains, fiercely pulling at the Goddess’s body, attempting to imprison her again into the dark Void.