Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 404 - 261 Goblin’s Doomsday (3)

Chapter 404: Chapter 261 Goblin’s Doomsday (3)

Silf’s face was covered in shock and disbelief, as if she hadn’t expected Aili and Aileen to leave her behind.

Was it because she had been detected by the demons?

Did Aili and Aileen not want to stay and fight the demons with her, fearing that they might end up like Ronald? So as soon as her whereabouts were detected, they immediately abandoned her?

Why had she been detected by the demons?

The twins’ Invisibility was extremely powerful; there hadn’t been a single problem when they came.

Could it be that Aili, who had cast the Invisibility on her, did it intentionally?

In an instant, countless thoughts churned through Silf’s mind.

But she had no time for sadness, nor anger.

As soon as Aili and Aileen let go of her hand, she was completely exposed to the multitude of demons. In a flash, countless fierce and cruel gazes almost simultaneously fell upon her, making Silf’s scalp tingle.

A large number of demons had already spontaneously gathered around, forming a huge encirclement that was closing in on Silf step by step.

The encirclement was shrinking at an incredibly rapid pace.

Despite Silf’s great strength, and her usual indifference to common demons... the number was simply too overwhelming.

Seventh Prince, Romon’s renown had been spreading among the demons lately, and a large number of them had flocked to his side. All of them hoped for an opportunity to prove their worth before Romon, and they would not miss any chance.

Howl...

Soon, a Demon Wolf could no longer hold itself back.

Suddenly, a piercing howl broke out, and with its crimson maw and sharp fangs, its massive body lunged at Silf like a gust of wind.

She could not afford to tarry in battle.

Escape!

In a split second, Silf made the most accurate judgment.

There were perhaps only a few thousand, or as many as tens of thousands of these weak demons surrounding her.

With Silf’s strength, killing these feeble demons would not be much of a strain, but... the longer she stayed, the more hundreds of demons would appear from all around.

Among those demons were the elites, and even Seventh Prince Romon himself might appear before her.

If those guys showed up, she would definitely not be able to confront them.

No matter what, she absolutely could not fall into a tragic situation like Ronald’s.

A girl falling into the hands of demons would face a fate far worse than any man’s.

Clenching her silver teeth, with a light tap of her toes on the ground, Silf’s body soared into the air, riding on the raging wind below her as she flew in the direction of the humans.

Behind her, a large number of demons gave chase, with some of the flying demons spreading their wings, relentless in pursuit.

Inside the palace, Romon was awaiting the arrival of the Hero Team to walk straight into his trap.

But they did not come, whether he waited to his left or right, making Romon scratch his head in impatience.

Just then, he suddenly heard a commotion outside, further souring his already irritable mood. His eyebrows furrowed deeply, he could no longer sit still on his throne and left.

When Romon stepped outside the palace, he saw only chaos within his domain.

"Damn it, what on earth happened here?" Two huge fingers suddenly stretched out, pinching the Goblin Chief who seemed about to lead a group of elite clansmen into battle.

The Goblin Chief’s face was ashen, trembling even more upon hearing Romon’s words.

But faced with those crimson eyes that seemed to be spitting flames, the Goblin Chief dared not hide anything, his throat moving violently: "Reporting to Prince... the... members of the Hero Team have appeared..."

"Where are they?" Romon’s eyes suddenly lit up, his gaze sweeping around, but he found no trace of humans.

"It’s a woman, Ghost Shooter Silf."

"She... she appeared in the dungeon, that damn woman killed more than four hundred prisoners there, along with dozens of Pig Head guards, and then she escaped." The Goblin Chief’s eyes rapidly shifted, knowing that the Prince would be furious upon hearing this news.

He had to think of an excuse to save his own life.

As expected, Romon’s gaze turned instantly ferocious.

His large eyes stared deadly at the Goblin Chief, that gaze making the small green-skinned creature shiver in fear.

"Goblin, you once told this Prince..."

"Those humans are cunning; they would see that the dungeon is just a trap, thinking that the true place where Ronald is hidden is inside the palace..."

"It seems their actions are completely contrary to your predictions, aren’t they?"

The Goblin Chief’s scalp felt about to explode under the deep and suppressed roar, and from his somewhat sharp mouth came an uncontrollable hoarse cry of despair: "Prince, please give me another chance, I will lead my people to capture that damn human alive and bring her before you..."

Glancing at the Goblin Chief, who was desperately pleading for his life, Romon’s cruel eyes were icy and merciless, almost devoid of any warmth.

He needed wise beings by his side for assistance.

But he had no need for such self-righteous fools.

With a casual flick.

Accompanied by a pitiful scream, the Goblin Chief’s body was slammed onto the ground by Romon, instantly turning into a puddle of flesh on the floor.

Without even a chance to twitch or struggle, he was dead.

The remaining goblins around trembled continuously, their green skin turning somewhat pale.

Romon casually glanced over and picked the strongest one among them: "You, from today on, you are the Goblin Chief..."

"Transmit my order, gather all the demons in the territory... ah no, half of the demons, to hunt down the Ghost Shooter."

The goblin, who was called upon, was overjoyed. He had thought he would be implicated, but who could have imagined that his status would soar by leaps and bounds, going from a mere guard of the clan leader to the new clan leader himself.

The thrilled goblin showed not a trace of sorrow for the death of the clan leader, and joyfully went to convey His Highness the Prince’s orders.

As for Romon, his huge palm cupped his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Previously, Lord Horus had instructed that if they were members of other Hero Teams, they were to be captured directly and handed over to him.

If it was the golden-haired Elf, the Ghost Shooter Silf, then they were to pretend to hunt her down and ultimately let her go.

Although he was somewhat reluctant to lose the merit that was right in front of him, Romon wisely concluded that maintaining a long-term cooperation with Horus would benefit him more. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with a mere member of a Hero Team in the future.

This matter, it was still better to inform Lord Horus; it could be used as a bargaining chip for future deals.

And so, under Romon’s personal command, a tremendous horde of demons, both airborne and ground-bound, tumbled through the territory like a rolling cloud, pursuing Silf’s figure with an imposing momentum.

Silf was fast, barely touching the treetops with the tips of her toes, her agile body would shoot forward tens of meters in an instant.

But among the demons, there were not a few capable of flight, with extremely high speeds.

Throughout, a large swarm of demons kept close behind Silf, maintaining a subtle distance.

The demons could not close the gap, and Silf could not fully shake them off.

Yet, looking back at the dark mass of shapes, thick as a swarm of insects, the eyes either of dark green, pitch black, or blood red, listening in her ears to the especially terrifying mix of savage roars, feeling that brutal air...

Even amid the crowd of demons, Silf caught sight of the mountainous figure of Romon and a large number of elite demons clustering around him, among which were at least three Level 80 or above.

Strong as Silf was, she couldn’t help but feel fear at that moment; it was an unstoppable force she could not confront.

Moreover, compared to humans, demons had one immense advantage: their incredible endurance. Once the Magic Battle Aura inside started to fade, the inevitable slowdown would come, and countless demons would pounce.

If she could die on the spot, that might even be considered lucky.

If she ended up captured alive like Ronald...

The thought of Ronald’s fate turned Silf’s pretty face pale, and her beautiful eyes filled with deep fear.

Such a soiled self, even if there were still a chance to survive, what right would she have to appear before Qin Chu...

The sudden thought that flashed through her mind startled Silf.

Why?

Why, at this life-or-death juncture, did the figure of Qin Chu emerge in her mind?

It shouldn’t be this way.

The one she should love is supposed to be Jie Luo.

Perhaps her love for Jie Luo wasn’t as deep as Asina’s, Catherine’s, or Rose Vesper’s, but it shouldn’t be too far off.

Though in recent times, due to the terrible things that happened to her, she thought of Jie Luo less frequently.

But she shouldn’t be thinking of Qin Chu at this time, right?

Qin Chu, just a scoundrel who had taken advantage of her under the guise of healing and occupied her body.

She should only have a physical need for that man, with no emotional dependence...

Silf had always believed this, yet now, she suddenly realized her feelings had become a tangled mess.

At this moment, what she thought was the desire to be with Qin Chu once more in pleasure, even if just for one more time.

The chaos in her mind affected Silf’s flight, her movements slowed, allowing the horde of demons to close in. Some of the demons, now within attack range, began to emit Fireballs, Poison Arrows, and Wind Blades.

Though the proportion was not high, with the sheer number of demons, it was truly horrifying to behold.

Silf had to suppress the turmoil in her heart and once again speed up to dodge the attacks whistling in from behind.

Seeing Silf suddenly accelerate, Romon let out a sigh of relief. My goodness, his underlings had almost caught up—this tiptoeing pace all along the way had been exhausting...

Silf wanted to call for help, but didn’t know whom to turn to.

The former members of her Hero Team no longer had the strength to come to her aid.

How selfish these members were, Silf knew all too well, for she was one of them. Would Rose Vesper and Catherine really risk their lives to rescue her?

Catherine might.

But Rose Vesper certainly would not.

Silf thought of seeking help from Qin Chu, and for some reason, she felt that if she truly called out for Qin Chu’s help, that man would surely come to her aid as fast as he could.

He certainly would.

Just like every single time he took a great risk to enter her body, her soul, to cleanse the Evil God’s threads within her.

Yet, with just one glance at the dense horde of demons behind her, and thinking of Ronald’s encounter, even if Qin Chu was strong, he would not stand a chance against so many.

His status as a Hero would not garner him the slightest preferential treatment; he might even suffer a fate worse than Ronald’s.

Moreover, even if she did inform Qin Chu, could he really make it in time?

It’s impossible to catch up anyway.

Enough, enough!

Silf made her decision: if she truly reached the point of exhaustion and escape was impossible, then suicide it would be...

She smiled bitterly, resigned. She ought to be a selfish woman, right?

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