Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 263 - 167: Blood Skeleton Knight (2)

Chapter 263: Chapter 167: Blood Skeleton Knight (2)

He heard that familiar voice again!

The eyes of Death Knight Karthas suddenly widened. The first time he heard this voice, he went mad during his training, killing his own parents, siblings, and slaughtering everyone in his entire family...

When he went to find Norma, she seemed to see a monster and fled from him from afar.

Perhaps, at that time, his fiancée had already betrayed him.

When he needed her most, she abandoned him... Instead, it was Jie Luo who took him in, and ever since he stayed by Jie Luo’s side, he never again heard that terrifying, shivering voice—it seemed like the nightmares had completely left him.

But now, as he was in pain and despair, amid betrayal and hatred, and as his consciousness and spirit were extremely unstable, he once again heard those mysterious whispers.

That voice echoed around his ears like ripples...

It sounded like the burning of fierce fire, the snapping of bones, the splattering of blood, the painful wailing before death... The voice seemed to transform into a tiny worm, constantly wriggling in his ears, slowly burrowing into his brain, seeping into his soul.

It was like a thick, spike-covered Wolf Fang Club wildly stirring in his brain.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Karthas let out a hoarse scream.

The taste of the whispers piercing through the soul was agonizing.

He cried out in anguish, but, unbeknownst to him, his painful cries gradually turned into laughs filled with pleasure.

Those twisted and mad expressions were enough to make one’s scalp tingle at a glance.

It seemed as if something terrifying was about to awaken, his chest heaving violently, his heartbeat almost bursting through his chest, sounding like raging drums.

His eyes were wide open, flickering with crimson light.

Norma is mine.

No one shall take her away.

After Karthas slaughtered his own family due to dark powers, the once-popular noble son suddenly became shunned. All those women who used to cling to him, intentionally exposing their skin, the unintentional physical touch, the occasional nip slip, all just to catch Karthas’s glances, suddenly disappeared.

It was as if they had never existed; even mentioning his name only evoked disgust, after all, he was too dangerous, wasn’t he? One could never know when they might get their heads chopped off and grasped in his hands, though he was handsome, death was still more terrifying.

Karthas always despised those fluttering women around him; in his view, they were a vulgar and even filthy bunch... While they seduced him, who knew how many lovers they had, those sweet-talking lips, who knows which man they had just kissed, those soft bodies, who knows which man they had just writhed under...

Yet, Karthas also enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, which greatly satisfied his vanity.

His fiancée Norma was arranged by his parents, whom he initially didn’t particularly like, as this girl always seemed timid and even talked to herself occasionally. He heard she was foolish as a child.

Karthas couldn’t understand why his parents had arranged such a fiancée for him.

After the disaster, everyone left him, including Norma, although compared to other women, Norma would at least occasionally appear to visit him, seemingly looking for a way to redeem him... even though Karthas never felt there was anything about him needing redemption.

Well, since he couldn’t possibly have any other woman, he might as well reluctantly accept Norma.

When he decided to accept Norma in his heart, she was no longer an individual, but had become an object owned by Death Knight Karthas.

But now, this damned wench, she actually threw herself into Qin Chu’s arms?

How dare she?

Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!

The indescribable whispers echoed continuously by Karthas’s ears, and the weird visions he was seeing incited his fury, spreading a murderous intent.

Originally, Karthas couldn’t understand what those mysterious whispers meant.

But, at some point, he realized.

It was as if a voice was screaming wildly in his ears:

Go and hate, go and fight, go and kill!

The sound of blood gushing and bones breaking is the best prayer!

Decorate your body with the heads of your enemies; fill your hunger with crimson blood!

All of a sudden, Karthas looked up, the dark prison was unknowingly filled with a layer of crimson light, his eyes trembling as he stared at the Void above, as if he could see a vague but majestic figure, seated on a throne made of countless heads.

Pieces of skin, sticky with thick blood, began to fall from Karthas’s body, layer by layer, piece by piece, dropping into the sewage below, making dripping sounds, splashing a few droplets of water.

More and more, faster and faster.

On the face, the arms, the body...

Bones began to expose themselves, and in no time, not a trace of flesh could be found on his whole body. Bones of his arm forcefully snapped the chains through his wrist bones, he removed his skull and took off the collar that sealed his power from his neck, casually tossing it into the sewage.

Then, he placed his skull back on his neck, and the pupil sockets, which had long lost their eyeballs, suddenly burst forth a cluster of crimson light.

The dark, bloody power was returning, strand by strand, enveloping the bones like mist.

The former Death Knight was transforming into a Skeleton Knight.

After a long time had passed, Karthas abruptly lifted his boned skull, his crimson gaze fixating on the outside, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, he moved to the front of the cell door, his five pale phalanges grasping the metal bars.

The magic restriction above was instantly triggered, emitting crackling sounds, "pili pala", countless currents instantly spread over Karthas’ body, the entire sewage pool was covered with a dense layer of electric arcs, killing countless maggots, rats, and cockroaches instantly.

On the contrary, Karthas was completely unharmed. A crisp snap was heard as the prohibition on the bars was directly crushed by Karthas, and the metallic cage turned into dust at that moment.

Bony feet walked on the ground, making "clack, clack" sounds...

In the room by the dungeon entrance, six Holy Knights and six Priests were on the night shift.

They heard the roaring from deep within the cage, but didn’t care... that grandson who was imprisoned there, wasn’t he always shouting? They had long grown used to it; torturing the former Death Knight was indeed pleasurable, but people do get tired, and they also needed rest, didn’t they?

Compared to Karthas, they were more interested in the new, pretty nun that had recently arrived; they encouraged the most handsome and imposing Holy Knight among them to see if he could lure that innocent nun over to stretch their limbs and dispel the chill of the night.

The group seemed to be laughing about something joyous, bursting into raucous laughter.

No one noticed that a pale figure had already appeared outside the door.

Fingertips touched the metal door, sliding down, the sharp phalanges grating against the metal produced an extremely sharp and grating sound, the fingertips even pierced through the metal, leaving behind torn streaks on the sturdy door.

Inside, the twelve watchful Holy Knights and Priests were finally awoken by this unpleasant noise. A Holy Knight, somewhat impatiently, turned his head, "Who’s there?"

Zila!

As soon as his words fell, the metal door was completely torn apart, collapsing, and a towering figure covered in blood-soaked bones appeared before the Holy Knight.

The Holy Knight’s body trembled violently, his mind blanked out for a moment—this was the Holy Court, how could such an evil presence appear here?

Just as he was about to scream, the figure in front of him swooped in front of the Holy Knight, his white, bony fingers directly puncturing the Holy Knight’s neck, tearing apart the artery, and blood sprayed out.

But the blood did not fall to the ground, instead, it clung to the bones and kept swirling around.

The Holy Knight’s body shriveled up rapidly, perhaps in just a few seconds, the entire body had completely turned into a dried-up corpse...

This commotion finally awoke the rest of the clergy who screamed "Devil," trembling lips trying to chant the Holy Light’s spell to dispel the evil in front of them, but it was already too late, the evil had already invaded.

...

By the time Karthas left the dungeon, he was already decked out in a suit of crimson armor, covering his body, covering his skull, the armor seemed to be completely made of congealed blood, eerily pulsating on the surface of Karthas’ body.

At the waist of the armor, a circle of grim, bloody heads was hanging, his trophies from battle.

Ong!

Seconds later, Karthas suddenly raised his skull and let out a piercing roar towards the sky, the sound rolling like thunder in the night sky.

Just before the Holy Knights who heard the noise could arrive, Karthas’ body transformed into a streak of red light, tearing through the night sky.

His direction was clearly aimed at Qin Chu’s bedroom.

Although his mind was almost a chaos, filled with nothing but furious urge to kill, he still knew that was where the person he hated the most resided.

He sought revenge, he sought to kill...

Now, his body was filled with inexhaustible energy, he was... invincible!

...

Meanwhile, back in the palace, Angelica had prepared a lavish dinner.

Storm Witch Violet, she didn’t need food, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying the cuisine.

Crimson Valkyrie Catherine and Great Mage Asina had also returned.

Together with Angelica and Antasia, and Karlin, Antasia’s four guards had already left, returning to the Ice Duchy to report, at this moment, the room seemed to contain only a few weak women...