Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 420 - 272 The Anomaly of the Goddess Hair (4)

Chapter 420: Chapter 272 The Anomaly of the Goddess Hair (4)

In the span of a moment, numerous thoughts emerged in Angelica’s mind.

This strange woman, even without moving an inch or any magic power fluctuations emanating from her, still made Angelica’s skin crawl.

That feeling was like facing a cruel, venomous snake.

Her throat moved slightly, and her heartbeat almost came to a halt in that instant.

The invisible pressure was becoming more and more intense. Angelica’s breathing had unknowingly stopped, the only movement being her long eyelashes trembling gently.

Although unclear about the woman’s identity, Angelica had a subtle sense of something, that something... was danger.

The entire scene seemed to have come to a standstill, the world frozen, and time no longer flowing.

The eerie silence was indeterminable, but the next moment, Angelica suddenly raised her small hand to cover her ears, ready to risk a magic power fluctuation drawing the attention of the two princesses. She wanted to inform Qin Chu of the situation here through message magic.

Just as Angelica raised her arm, the woman across from her also suddenly moved.

She lifted her head, her messy hair covering her face. Through the haze, a pair of deep blue eyes somewhat similar to Antasia’s could be glimpsed, and pale lips parted slightly:

"Huff..."

She blew a breath towards Angelica.

The next instant, Angelica felt her entire body instantly enveloped by bone-chilling cold.

Accompanied by a cracking sound, ice began to form at her feet, swiftly spreading up her slender legs and surging through her whole body.

Angelica’s body was almost instantly frozen stiff; her raised arm remained in mid-air, unable to move, and even her mouth could no longer make a sound.

She could feel that in just a few seconds, her heartbeat would completely stop, and she would be frozen solid.

The power was too strong. At this moment, Angelica didn’t know where the strength came from... perhaps it was the most powerful, the most stubborn will deep within her heart.

Her out-of-control body was forcefully regained a bit of control by Angelica... although just a bit... the magic power inside her surged instantly.

But, overexerting her own strength seemed to have caused a severe shock to Angelica’s body.

The violently surging magic power stimulated Angelica’s heart, causing a sharp pain in her chest. Unable to control herself, a small mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

"Trying to resist, huh?"

"It’s impossible!"

A faint voice came out of the woman’s mouth, sounding like ice cracking.

Ice swiftly spread up Angelica’s slender waist, reaching her chest, climbing up to her neck.

Within Angelica’s eyes seemed to burn an invisible flame, even exuding a strange heat.

Carol, please.

Power activate!

Life or death!

High order power: At the moment of death, there is a ninety-plus percent chance of dying, but a ten-plus percent chance of regaining a heartbeat!

Just as her consciousness was fading, Angelica made her most devout prayer within her heart:

Holy Light Goddess, protect your most devout believer.

Then, all that was left before Angelica’s eyes was endless darkness.

...

Although the disturbance here was minor, the fluctuation of magic power immediately caught the attention of the two princesses under the pavilion.

The two beautiful women’s complexions changed in an instant: "Who is it?"

With a low shout, two figures dashed out, their magic powers already mobilized, clearly ready for battle.

However, when the two princesses saw the scene here, they were immediately shocked.

A woman whose body was frozen stiff, already devoid of life’s breath.

A disheveled-haired, tall woman.

The two princesses showed shock on their faces, and the next moment, they knelt before the tall woman: "Vice President!"

"Why have you come?"

This mysterious woman turned out to be the Vice President of the Blissful Witch Association.

A true high-ranking member of this mysterious and terrifying organization.

The lady’s face was cold, her gaze piercing with bone-chilling indifference, yet hidden within the depths of her eyes was an almost uncontrollable excitement.

Revenge!

She wanted revenge.

Qin Chu and Wozworth had killed her son.

She would push these two damn bastards into endless purgatory.

The moment was near, she eagerly wanted to see the agonized and desperate faces of those two men.

The excitement in her eyes was fleeting. Soon, the lady’s pupils returned to an eerily cold indifference: "Sharon, Angela... the two of you have been too careless."

Her voice was even, almost without any intonation.

"Someone was eavesdropping on your conversation, and you didn’t notice?"

"Don’t you know how to set up surveillance in advance?"

Despite her mild tone, the bodies of Angela and Warren, kneeling on one knee, couldn’t help but shiver. They deeply knew that the Vice President was now very angry.

And indeed, they were negligent in this respect, unable to refute. If it hadn’t been for the Vice President’s sudden appearance and dealt with the eavesdropping woman, the plan to assassinate the Hero would have been thwarted immediately, and they too would have paid with their lives.

The two women had pale faces, drenched in cold sweat.

The vice president’s methods were extremely cruel and fierce, and for members who made mistakes, she never showed the slightest mercy.

This time, however, perhaps because the two of them bore important tasks upon their shoulders, the lady did not impose any punishment upon them.

"Clean up the corpse."

"Moving forward, I don’t want to see mistakes like this again."

Having dropped that statement, the lady’s figure silently vanished on the spot.

Warren and Angela let out long sighs of relief and exchanged a glance, each noticing the lingering fear in the other’s eyes.

Not daring to be negligent, Warren clapped his hands, summoning two guards to drag away the frozen stiff body.

The guards had a dull look on their faces as if they were puppets, clearly under some kind of control.

These two guards had been dealt with by Warren.

This was another terrifying aspect of the Blissful Witch Association; they could gain enormous strength by indulging in debauchery and receiving the blessings of the Lord of Pleasure.

Through pleasure, they could also guide or even control the opposite sex with whom they mated.

The members of the highest echelon within the Blissful Witch Association didn’t even need physical entanglement; just ordinary contact, interaction, conversation, or embrace could achieve the same effect.

Of course, this was only true for men who were weaker in both strength and will.

As for someone like Wozworth, although to Warren and Angela he appeared to be nothing more than a brutish fool, quick-tempered and impulsive, his strength was just too vast for them to exert control over.

Watching the body of the maid being dragged away by the two guards, Angela couldn’t restrain herself from spitting disdainfully, her face showing some revulsion and irritation, this damned woman had nearly got them punished by the vice president.

The thought of the Blissful Witch Association’s punishment for those who botched their tasks made Angela shiver all over.

Warren, by comparison, seemed somewhat more mature. Looking at the bloodstains on the floor and the maid’s body being taken away, she felt a strange unease in her heart.

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the restlessness within her chest, "Alright, Angela, let’s cut the chatter."

"Go get ready, we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes in the next task."

...

Elsewhere.

The meeting ended in a convivial atmosphere.

Many nobles had already left, and Augustus and Saint Monica had also returned.

Qin Chu had also planned to head home, but before he had a chance to leave, he was stopped by Wozworth.

"Does ’Emperor Bro’ still need me for something?" Qin Chu raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat suspicious of being kept behind by Wozworth alone.

Everything had just been resolved nicely, and Qin Chu didn’t think there was any need for further wrangling, but Wozworth clearly had no intention of dwelling on the matter of the magic-powered lady, his brow furrowed tight, "Qin, Warren must have told you about the Blissful Witch Association, right?"

Qin Chu nodded.

"This organization might be even more terrifying than what Warren told you. I can feel that even this Imperial Palace itself might already have been infiltrated by the Blissful Witch Association,"

Wozworth said solemnly, not hiding anything for the sake of pride.

The threat the Blissful Witch Association posed to Wozworth was far more significant than any matter of face: "In these past few days, I have arranged for my clever spies to investigate every woman in the Imperial Palace."

"Guess what the result was?"

You can’t possibly have been cuckolded, can you?

Qin Chu really wanted to blurt out such a taunt, but to spare Wozworth some dignity, he held back.

After all, that was a Princess Consort, and the members of the Blissful Witch Association... how should I put it, with indulgence as their primary doctrine, they do not care about their original status, whether they be noblewomen, young ladies, or Princess Consorts. They don’t care about the status of the other party either, be it a knight, attendant, or a robust commoner...

In Wozworth’s harem, even if there was just one Princess Consort who was a member of the Blissful Witch Association, Wozworth’s head would be adorned with an array of hats.

Green ones.

"In the end, not a single clue turned up, not from my Princess Consort, Princesses, nor Maids; no woman had any relation to the Blissful Witch Association,"

Wozworth said quietly. It seemed like good news that no relation to the Blissful Witch Association meant Wozworth had not been cuckolded, but there was not a trace of joy on his face—instead, it was even more somber.

Qin Chu understood Wozworth’s implication; the Blissful Witch Association had gone too far.

Even the Duchess was a member of the Blissful Witch Association—and only a mid-tier member at that.

Among the nobles, the number of members of the Blissful Witch Association was countless.

Believing that the Imperial Palace had not been infiltrated was impossible for Wozworth. The Blissful Witch Association thought that by severing all traces, they could dispel Wozworth’s suspicions. They didn’t realize this would only make Wozworth even warier of the Blissful Witch Association.

It meant that this evil organization was even more terrifying than imagined and had a deeper influence in the Imperial Palace.

After a brief pause, Wozworth continued, "Although it’s possible to continue with the investigation, and I believe that sooner or later the handle on the Blissful Witch Association will be seized, it’s going to take too much time."

"And the Blissful Witch Association seems to be preparing to make a move on Qin soon. Don’t you think this is a perfect opportunity?" Wozworth’s eyes sparkled with a sharp light.

Qin Chu instantly understood; Wozworth wanted to use him as bait, to play a game of luring the snake out of its hole, in order to completely eradicate the cancer lurking within the empire in one fell swoop.

The reason he didn’t propose this during the recent meeting was simple; the suggestion would undoubtedly be opposed by Augustus and Saint Monica.

That was why Wozworth had Qin Chu stay behind to discuss this matter alone.

Although being used in this way was somewhat irritating to Qin Chu, it indeed was a good opportunity to eradicate the Witch Association.

Qin Chu pondered to himself, and just then, he suddenly felt something strange on his wrist.

Out of the corner of his eye, he stealthily glanced at his wrist, where the goddess hair was wrapped; waves of heat were coming from it.

It was as if it had been stimulated—the strength of the goddess hair had been activated.

Not just that, but even the Little Tree Seedling inside him was swaying its three green tender shoots incessantly!

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