Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 425 - 277: The Incomplete Divine Embryo (4)

Chapter 425: Chapter 277: The Incomplete Divine Embryo (4)

Even Wozworth, who had never before felt such concentrated killing intent, was a battle-hardened character who had fought his way out of many battlefields and had been on the front lines against Demons.

He had personally slaughtered tens of thousands of lives.

He too carried an intense aura of murder, even a mere glare would send his children, and the Nobles under his command, trembling in fear and horror.

Yet even he was no match for Qin Chu.

What on earth had this man been through before being summoned to this world?

This time, had the Sky Dome Continent really summoned a Hero, or could it be a Demon King?

Wozworth even began to doubt the summoning of the Hero.

"Angelica..."

At that moment, Qin Chu finally spoke:

"Tell me, who hurt you?"

"Was it them?"

When Qin Chu’s gaze swept over Angela and Sharon, the two women felt as if their blood was about to freeze.

In those eyes...

They felt the true Hell.

A place more terrifying than death itself.

At that moment, the two women finally understood the kind of target they were dealing with, feeling the pressure like chains covered with sharp barbs, tightly entwining them.

The pressure was so intense that it could make their hearts burst at any moment, death seemed so close.

The shock of the dense killing intent emanating from Qin Chu even overshadowed the anger of being cuckolded, causing Wozworth’s throat to twitch subtly: "Qin..."

"Don’t be impulsive, we still need to figure out how to pry open their mouths," Wozworth cautioned.

It’s no wonder that Wozworth knew how to handle big issues, even if the two Princesses were members of the Blissful Witch Association, he could still suppress the rage in his chest, understanding that eradicating the Witch Association was the most important matter at the moment.

Given the two women’s status and position, their ranks in the Blissful Witch Association must be high. If they could be made to talk, a wealth of important information could be gathered.

Qin Chu’s cold gaze lingered on the two women for a long time before he finally retracted his eyes, and the women felt as though the heavy stone that had been on them had finally vanished.

They gasped desperately, like people who had been drowning for a long time, greedily breathing in mouthful after mouthful of air.

As the killing intent receded from his body, even Wozworth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, I’m okay." Seeing Qin Chu’s appearance, even Carol beside him was scared, but Angelica felt a warmness inside her heart.

Her master cared so much about her, Angelica couldn’t ask for anything else, this was enough for her.

Wozworth calmed himself, returning to his normal state, and once again patted Qin Chu on the shoulder, glancing at Angelica with a voice full of envy:

"Qin, you really are blessed."

"Honestly, today we owe it to Miss Angelica. She overheard these two bitches’ plans and hurriedly informed me along with Carol. Otherwise, given my temper, seeing what just happened, I might have really struck out."

This envy wasn’t false, as Wozworth wished his own woman could be as loyal to him as Angelica was to Qin Chu. Unfortunately, loyalty was not even in the equation for him, with a plethora of cuckolds over his head.

Luckily not many people knew about this, as it would be a disaster if it got out, disgracing the face of the Emperor.

Qin Chu nodded slightly. He knew Angelica had gone through a lot this time.

This matter was definitely not as easy as Angelica had made it sound. Her frail appearance alone was proof that it couldn’t have been nothing.

Previously, both Angela and Sharon were visibly shocked when they saw Angelica appear, even blurting out, "How are you still alive?"

This indicated that, in the eyes of these two women, Angelica was supposed to be dead.

Angelica risked death to overhear this information.

"Leave the interrogation to you, brother. I’m not very skilled in that," Qin Chu took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and addressed Wozworth.

After all, though the two women were members of the Witch Association, they were also Wozworth’s Princesses, and it wouldn’t be right for him to interrogate them.

Wozworth didn’t refuse, instead walking straight up to the two women. He waved his hand, pulling a pen and a piece of paper from his Space Ring, tossing them to Angela: "Write down every member of the Witch Association that you know... Don’t tell me you two don’t know anything. You’re very aware that I won’t believe such a stupid lie."

"If your answers satisfy me, then maybe you can die a little less painfully later on."

There was no possibility for them to live.

Just the fact of cuckolding the Emperor alone was enough for no Emperor to allow them to live.

As they prayed in their hearts for the protection of the Lord of Pleasure, they received no response, looking at the stone-faced Wozworth, they trembled, knowing full well how terrifying the Empire’s interrogators could be.

Even if they bit off their tongues, those interrogators had ways to pry open their mouths.

The Blissful Witches indulged in decadence and depravity, being extremely selfish all the while under the name of the Lord of Pleasure, enjoying the thrill that indulgence brought. But their faith was likely not so devout, and their feelings towards other Witches almost nonexistent... at least, for Sharon and Angela.

Images of severe torture floated through her mind, was it to die in despair after enduring the cruelest and most painful torment, or to confess honestly and embrace death swiftly?

Angela chose the latter.

She finally picked up the pen and wrote one name after another on that piece of paper.

Angela, who longed for death, didn’t lie.

When that full sheet of paper reached Wozworth’s hands, his hands trembled, for on that list there were two princesses, and even a princess!

Pale knuckles and slightly trembling lips clearly showed how furious Wozworth was at that moment.

But the man, without uttering a word, scanned the list again, memorized every name, and then shattered the list, suppressing the anger in his heart:

"Is that all the people?"

Angela had not been injured, but she lay on the ground spread-eagled as if she had lost all strength, with a neurotic smile on her face: "Yes, that’s all the people we know."

"Now, can you kill me?"

Angela just wanted to die quickly, before that existence noticed her and Sharon’s failure.

Once it became aware, even death would become a luxury!

"Answer my final question, who is the Vice President you mentioned earlier?" Wozworth asked indifferently once more, something that Angela had accidentally slipped out, otherwise Qin Chu and Wozworth would not have known of such a person’s existence.

The Vice President?

Angela knew that she couldn’t hide the fact that the Vice President’s name wasn’t on the list from Wozworth, for he had conducted a thorough investigation on the Witch Association and held a certain amount of information.

After a short hesitation, she gave up completely. Since she had already betrayed, she might as well betray thoroughly, hoping that Wozworth would end her life quickly in consideration of her cooperation.

"The Blissful Witch Association consists of two parts: one part includes the Royal Family, Nobles, and commoners, the other, the Holy Men."

"The one who manages the Holy Men members is the President of the Blissful Witch Association, but this person is very mysterious, I don’t know her identity or name."

"As for the one responsible for the Royal Family, Nobles, and civilians, that is the Vice President of the Blissful Witch Association, her name is..."

Angela, who was in the middle of her confession, suddenly let out a strange syllable from her lips, as if a keyword had been triggered and was abruptly silenced.

Her pupils contracted suddenly, as if seeing something extremely terrifying, and her body trembled like a sieve.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the sound inside turned into a piercing scream.

Immediately, Angela’s smooth skin began to swell rapidly—on her face, arms, thighs, scalp, even her tongue... It seemed as though countless tiny things were wriggling under her skin, converging toward the flat of her abdomen, which even bulged out a little, as if... she were pregnant!

That sight, even for Qin Chu and Wozworth, was hair-raising.

Angela, seemingly unable to bear the itch, reached out to tear at her own hair, pulling out handfuls at a time.

The expressions of both Qin Chu and Wozworth stiffened as they knew Angela was undergoing bizarre changes that might be very dangerous. Yet, emboldened by their courage and skill, neither Qin nor Wozworth intervened to stop this mutation.

Angela’s situation was clearly different from that of the other Witch Association members who had turned into thick liquid—her status was higher, so the Prohibition placed on her was extraordinary.

Her eyes brimmed with desire, as if she was hoping that Wozworth, after so many years of marriage, would kill her. She was experiencing indescribable pain right now.

But whether it was Wozworth or Qin Chu, they were indifferent to Angela’s longing gaze.

They only wanted to deepen their understanding of the Witch Association through her.

The desire in Angela’s eyes turned into disappointment, which then transformed into despair, and finally, madness.

She screamed incessantly, the rationality in her eyes disappearing at a visible rate.

The once graceful and dignified princess now seemed to have become a wounded beast, writhing painfully and restlessly on the ground in postures difficult for a human to achieve, similar to a snake slithering and crawling. Her body, as though controlled by some mysterious entity, writhed closer to Sharon.

She appeared to be very thirsty, her lips cracked and parched.

Her contorted face eyed Sharon’s spewing blood, her tongue sweeping over her cracked lips as if it were some delectable beverage.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp... gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

She began to make strange noises from her mouth.

In those bizarre syllables, faded and intermittent, a few words could almost be discerned:

"Divine Embryo!"

"Not enough ... not enough..."

When they heard these two words, both Qin Chu and Wozworth’s throats involuntarily twitched, and a creeping fear spread throughout their bodies.

Looking at Angela’s increasingly bulging abdomen, even fools would understand what those two words meant.

The Blissful Witch Association, this organization was even crazier than imagined.

Could it be that they indulged in corruption and hedonism in order to birth a child that symbolized the divine? Could it be that this was the true goal of the Witch Association...

They, want to bring the bloodline of the gods into this world?