Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 280 - 175: Demon King Nage (2)

Chapter 280: Chapter 175: Demon King Nage (2)

The darkness, so profound as to be virtually impenetrable, was replaced by an eerie crimson that enveloped the world. Stars, like glistening red gems, dotted the night sky and shimmered with a weird light. Numerous delicate, viscous traces, akin to strands of blood, wafted between heaven and earth.

Two crescent moons had turned into the blood-red blood moons.

The entire world was cloaked in a hazy veil of crimson mist, so quiet it seemed, as if engulfing a colossal grave.

The crimson deepened into a rich glow of blood, casting upon everyone’s face, giving off a bizarre hue that made their features appear more twisted, even ferocious. Bathing in the scarlet luminescence, panic began to spread.

People didn’t understand what was happening, but everyone could feel the ominous premonition, an indescribable fear that began to permeate every heart, causing bodies to tremble.

They wanted to speak but found themselves voiceless.

Qin Chu’s expression was extremely solemn, realizing that his first true confrontation with the Divine from the Void had incurred the dissatisfaction of that powerful and weird existence.

Augustus, Wozworth, and Saint Monica all wore heavy expressions, each pair of differently colored eyes staring fixedly at the emptiness above them.

Silf and Aili, too, had no time to grieve over the death of Karsas for the moment.

...

The night was so peaceful, distinct from the usual days, the crimson full moon held a dreamlike beauty, and in the quiet cold world, the broken ground cast mottled shadows from the trees.

The spread of crimson continued, reaching out across the dark firmament.

Suddenly, a different shade of color emerged from a rift torn in the Void.

A chill rose in Qin Chu’s heart for no apparent reason.

It was a towering throne.

Palatial, mountainous.

The entire throne was constructed of white skulls, forming an immense seat. How many skulls were needed to create it? Ten thousand, a hundred thousand? A million or ten million?

No one knew, only seeing that atop the skulls, where the eye sockets were, all shimmered with a crimson, weird light.

Atop the throne, there seemed to be no entity, but the mere emptiness felt like a mountain pressing down on everyone’s chest, bringing a heavy, breath-stealing fear.

Then a voice, brutal to the extreme, vile to the core, invaded Qin Chu’s ears. Unlike the weird babble he heard before, this voice was more penetrating, not a creepy whisper but filled with a ferocious roar.

His blood vessels and tendons immediately bulged, violently pulsating, almost to the point of bursting.

It was as if Qin Chu saw himself, his arteries bursting open, blood furiously spurting out.

A uncontrollable brutality in the depths of his heart was spreading rapidly...

He seemed on the verge of transforming into a monstrous beast like Karsas.

Light!

Suddenly, Qin Chu bit his tongue, the sting momentarily recovering his senses as he roared. Soft Holy Light spread out once again.

The violent impulse in his chest calmed in an instant, and the Holy Light, with Qin Chu as the center, started to radiate outward. The closest was Wozworth, his eyes bulging, nearly popping out, fingers gripping tightly, his body seeming to swell in and out of existence.

Clearly, he was wrestling with a brutal urge to wreak havoc within his own body.

As the Holy Light descended, the ravaging impulse was suppressed. Wozworth took a deep breath, returning to normal, and as he looked around, it was evident that the two strongest magicians, Wozworth and Saint Monica, were the least affected.

A magician’s mental strength is inherently higher and their resistance to such influence stronger, much more manageable than what Wozworth experienced.

Under the spread of Holy Light, their minor discomforts also began to dissipate.

Norma was also relatively normal; this woman’s mind was stronger than it appeared on the surface. Far away, a large number of nobles were only feeling fear; in other respects, they didn’t seem too adversely affected.

That mysterious and eerie presence seemed to disdain ordinary people because they had no Strength.

Those truly unlucky were the ones who had a certain amount of power, just happened to be noticed by the existence in the Void, but were not strong enough to withstand the crimson assault...

Among a crowd of nobles, a young man let out a wretched howl as his body swelled into a spherical shape, with weird, cracked patterns all over his skin, body hair turning black and long, transforming into a huge gorilla, his wretched screaming gradually turning into a vicious roar.

His hands had become sharp claws, fiercely lunging at the closest person to him, but before he could rush over, the veins in his body couldn’t withstand the nearly boiling blood inside and burst explosively.

He wanted to destroy but led himself to destruction first.

The Holy Light continued to spread, covering more and more people. Their fiercely pounding hearts gradually calmed, and the Holy Light brought them warmth and stability.

Only around Qin Chu did Holy Light still spread, only Holy Light could bring redemption... Fear breeds faith the most.

Suddenly, Qin Chu’s heart jolted fiercely.

He felt the fierce gaze of a deity sweeping over him.

A momentary shiver made his skin crawl.

Immediately after, the crimson in the night sky, like a surging river, rapidly retracted, darkness fell once more, and the moonlight regained its brightness. All light gathered back into the rift, the throne of bones vanished from sight, and the crack in the Void slowly sealed itself.

If it weren’t for the several bodies that had unexpectedly burst open on the ground, one might even think that what they had seen before was nothing but an illusion.

The weird silence all around lasted for several seconds, as a great number of nobles lay prostrate on the ground, loudly extolling the name of the brave hero and singing praises of the glory of the Holy Light Goddess.

At this moment, Qin Chu was not just a hero; he was also a divine envoy of the Holy Light Goddess.

Qin Chu paid no attention to the nobles around him; his face remained placid as he swept his gaze over Wozworth, Saint Monica, and Augustus behind him.

"The divine being just now was no benevolent entity..."

His gaze brushed over the ashes that were all that remained of Karsas’ body after it had been melted.

"Perhaps, It requires believers."

"But, you don’t want to end up like Karsas, do you?"

Qin Chu dropped those words, then immediately put on a warm smile to respond to the nobles’ worship.

The three bigwigs exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion and a trace of admiration.

Sure enough, Mr. Brave. Although this hero seemed to be constantly in the company of women, his intelligence was unparalleled. The secret meetings they had behind his back, pondering over what choices to make for the future.

Saint Monica had once suggested that if the hero and the Holy Light Goddess were victorious, they would be regarded as contributors; if not, the newborn deity would also need believers.

And Qin Chu had seen right through their thoughts.

The ambiguous words just now seemed like a warning from the hero; they didn’t have much of a choice.

"You don’t want to end up like Karsas, right?" Their bodies quivered inexplicably, as they recalled the believers of the Void God... One was a prince, who ended up as a decaying lump of flesh, emitting a foul stench and driven mad.

Another was Karsas, who became a ravenous beast that knew nothing but slaughter.

Is this the fate of the believers of the Void God? An ending worse than death.

The three exchanged looks, seeming to understand what was in each other’s eyes. The decision that had seemed so rash before now seemed even more so...

Watching Qin Chu respond to those nobles kneeling on the ground, accepting the worship of thousands, the three felt a sense of oppression. They knew that the hero’s reputation was now unavoidably on the rise, and that the difficulty of taking action against him in the future would increase exponentially, likely facing numerous obstacles.

Norma looked at Qin Chu’s back with admiration in her eyes.

Silf and Aili’s expressions, on the other hand, were gloomy, their fingers tightly clasped.

There was a murderous intent spreading in their eyes.

Even the first generation brave hero, Lord Jie Luo, had never been so revered. What virtues did this Qin Chu possess? He wasn’t even worthy of being Jie Luo’s servant. What had he done to deserve more popularity than Lord Jie Luo, who had fought demons for years and saved countless lives?

Actually, even Qin Chu himself didn’t quite understand this point. In the first week, he worked diligently, eradicating the demons, bringing peace to the Sky Dome Continent, allowing people to live in security, yet in the end, he gained nothing.

This time, he did nothing, merely showing off the brightness of the Holy Light in front of the people, and then inexplicably he became the object of universal worship.

It must be said, sometimes it’s really hard to understand what these people are thinking!

Why? Why? Why?

Resentment was spreading; the killing intent was expanding.

Just now, neither Silf nor Aili were bathed in the embrace of the Holy Light; it wasn’t that Qin Chu was too stingy to offer them protection.

Qin Chu spread the Holy Light towards Silf and Aili, but they dodged it.

Perhaps the pride in their hearts would not allow them to accept Qin Chu’s grace.

During the entire process, Silf and Aili were enveloped in the glow of a crimson light, and at this moment, the intense killing intent even made them lose control, especially seeing Qin Chu, amidst a throng of nobles, soaking in nauseating praises and worship, an honor that should have belonged to Lord Jie Luo.

How they wanted to kill him!

They had even forgotten the pact they had made with Rose Vesper, Asina, Catherine, and the others.

Now was not the time to kill Qin Chu; they still needed him to combat the demons, and even more evil and terrifying entities than the demons. If they killed Qin Chu now, their plans would collapse completely, Jie Luo might never be revived; and even if he were, he would have to face the Demon King and the evil gods from the Void...

Their pale fingers uncontrollably inched towards the weapons at their waists.

...

Meanwhile, in the land of demons.

Demon King Palace!

A massive, armored figure suddenly burst out from the depths of the palace, his huge, fierce eyes fixed on the night sky above, where a trace of crimson was gradually fading.

That rough face slowly turned sinister and twisted.

Huge claws clenched tightly!

God of darkness, blood, and slaughter!

A voluptuous, seductive woman with a full-figured body walked out from the palace, her plump form pressing against the man’s back, her pale fingers trailing across the man’s chest as she emitted a sugary sweet voice: "Demon King, what are you looking at?"

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