Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 279 - 174: White Bone Throne (1)_3

Chapter 279: Chapter 174: White Bone Throne (1)_3

"So terrifying..."

Whispers began to spread from all directions.

The clamor mingled together, piercing into everyone’s ears.

It was only when these nobles felt the danger so close, even descending directly upon their heads, that they finally began to doubt the First Generation Brave and the former members of the Hero Team.

Their contact with Jie Luo had been minimal, and they hadn’t been as heavily influenced.

In the first week, Qin Chu had never thought to tarnish Jie Luo’s reputation, so Jie Luo had been able to maintain the best impression in people’s hearts, but this time, it was different.

Qin Chu didn’t mention Jie Luo by a single word, but people couldn’t help casting their suspicions on Jie Luo; for the first time, discontent began to grow in their hearts, after all, all the members of the Hero Team had been recruited by Jie Luo.

And the thousands of nobles spectating all around would spread these events throughout the city in a short time, the most important thing being that rumors, in their proliferation, always mutate in various ways, with just a little guidance...

Aili’s face was ashen, her heart filled with intense anger.

Silf’s expression was even colder, her fingers clenched tightly together. She wouldn’t allow anyone to insult Jie Luo... if it weren’t for those people from Wozworth being here, Silf might have already been unable to hold herself back from taking action.

And Qin Chu, like a God Stick, spread his arms wide, his voice still wafting through the night:

"Now, I need your strength..."

"Everyone, pray devoutly to the Holy Light Goddess..."

"Only the light can dispel the haze enveloping the Sky Dome Continent."

In reality, there was no need; Qin Chu could simply mobilize the power of his silver hair, and even if he couldn’t summon the Goddess’s phantom, destroying a Karsas would still be no problem at all.

However, Qin Chu had his own plans.

The nobles gathered around looked at each other... they were all believers of the Holy Light Goddess, at least nominally.

As for how much faith they truly held in their hearts, only they themselves knew.

But at least, at this very moment, seeing the buildings around them in ruins and the desiccated corpses, and thinking that such a disaster could happen to them at any moment, their faith was certainly devout.

They crossed their arms over their chests and chanted the Goddess’s prayers, longing for the protection of the Holy Light.

Their prayers seemed to be effective. Threads of white began to gather in the sky, eventually converging above Qin Chu’s head, blossoming like a sacred lotus.

The night turned as bright as day.

Qin Chu’s figure bathed in the Holy Light, and behind him, faint wings of white seemed to flicker.

For a moment, Qin Chu’s silhouette appeared exceptionally sacred and majestic.

The sight struck awe in the nobles watching nearby; their bodies trembled, their eyes ablaze with excitement and adoration, even madness.

Was this... the descent of an angel?

Before anyone knew it, as the first person knelt to the ground, more and more began to kneel.

"The angel has descended!"

"Divine Envoy!"

"This is a miracle."

Such exclamations erupted one after another.

Augustus, Saint Monica, and Wozworth felt their hearts sink; they had previously been consciously concealing the fact that Qin Chu could summon the phantom of the Goddess, to avoid Qin Chu being worshipped as a Divine Envoy.

But unexpectedly, it had now emerged in another way!

Qin Chu’s face bore an air of merciful holiness as he looked down at Karsas, who seemed to hear the curses and insults directed at himself from the surroundings, the disdain for Jie Luo, and the adoration for Qin Chu.

The power of Holy Light appeared to have slightly restored Karsas’s sanity, and although he was without a head, the wretch seemed to comprehend the events transpiring around him.

His body convulsed greatly, spasming and thrashing.

If he truly possessed his own consciousness, then surely he was in great pain now?

Pain was fitting; if Karsas truly showed not the slightest reaction, then Qin Chu would feel as though something were missing from his pleasure.

"Karsas..." Qin Chu bent down, closing in on the place where Karsas’s heart lay, his hand resting on Karsas’s chest. Magic power flowed through his palm, infusing Qin Chu’s voice into Karsas’s body via telepathic communication, a method so secretive it would escape anyone’s notice—Wozworth trailing behind included.

If Karsas still had consciousness, he would undoubtedly perceive it.

"The truth is, I could save you, but why should I waste precious magic power on you?"

"In reality, it was merely Norma begging me to save you. It seems you’ve misunderstood something... But never mind, Norma seems to have completely taken a dislike to you now, what a pity."

"You were also quite fond of Silf, weren’t you?"

"I’ll definitely devour Silf as well, and I will use the worst methods against him. It’s a shame, you’re about to die and won’t be able to see it, otherwise, it would’ve been quite spectacular."

"Ah, right, did you think I was unaware of the Hero Team’s plans?"

"You’re mistaken, I’m fully aware."

"Your plans to kill me are doomed to fail. On the contrary, I will slay every member of the Hero Team."

"By the way, Benson was actually killed by me."

Karsas’s body suddenly stiffened; it seemed he truly heard Qin Chu’s voice. A few seconds later, the headless body began to convulse with exaggerated intensity, spasming and struggling.

Qin Chu too straightened up, his hands forming a void grip once more, and the Sword of Judgment appeared again in the palm of his hand. It was a loss not to hear Karsas’s desperate wails, but his time to die had almost come.

"Vile filth, do you still wish to struggle?"

"In the name of the Holy Light Goddess, accept judgment."

Pu-chi...

The Sword of Judgment pierced Karsas’s heart.

Silver-white flames spread rapidly from the heart throughout his limbs, encasing his body.

After letting Karsas’s consciousness taste the most painful despair by revealing all truths, Qin Chu mercifully ended his life.

Karsas met his end amid the curses, insults, hatred, and revulsion of the crowd.

On the ground, only ashes remained.

Four chains fell to the ground.

Seeing the reverent gazes all around him, Qin Chu knew the grand scene he had deliberately created had achieved quite an impressive effect.

He had intended to bluff the surrounding nobles like a God Stick when suddenly, Qin Chu felt something and looked up at the sky.

The pitch-black night sky was torn asunder, as if cleaved by a giant battle axe, with crimson light enshrouding the land like blood, casting the entire world in a sanguine hue.

Sinister, oppressive.

An indescribable sense of terror spread through everyone’s heart.

No one knew what this change signified.

A colossal White Bone Throne emerged from the Void!