Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 426 - 278: Who is the Vice President? (5)

Chapter 426: Chapter 278: Who is the Vice President? (5)

Qin Chu and Wozworth could both feel that the Blissful Witch Association was hiding secrets many times more terrifying than what they knew.

"Angelica, Carol, step back, and don’t let anyone get close to here," Qin Chu said to Carol and Miss Angelica.

The scene that followed was not suitable for Angelica and Carol to witness.

If a Divine Embryo was indeed about to descend, the shock would be more than the two of them could bear.

Carol’s cheeks were pale as she nodded; she had felt somewhat unwell for a while and, without hesitation, supported Angelica and hid behind.

After the two had left, Qin Chu’s gaze fell on Wozworth standing beside him.

At this moment, the Emperor also frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on Angela’s increasingly swollen abdomen.

"Should I kill her now?" Qin Chu asked in a low voice.

"While the Divine Embryo has not yet descended, there’s still time."

After all, as Wozworth’s Princess, Qin Chu still needed to seek the Emperor’s opinion.

Wozworth’s indifferent face showed a flicker of hesitation, but he soon shook his head: "No..."

"How difficult it is for the bloodline of the gods to completely descend into this world."

"My eldest son also paid with his life and soul as a price to summon an avatar of God, and the difficulty of allowing the will or progeny of the Divine to descend through a mother into this world will only be greater. If it were so easy to succeed, the Blissful Witch Association would likely have already taken control of this world."

"Moreover, we know too little about the Blissful Witch Association."

Qin Chu nodded slightly, understanding Wozworth’s meaning—the Emperor did not believe the Divine bloodline could truly descend into this world, and he was convinced that Angela was doomed to fail.

He wanted to peer through the absolutely cruel scene before him to uncover more truths about the Blissful Witch Association.

Not to mention that there was also Qin Chu as a backup; Qin Chu could summon the illusion of a Goddess.

Taking into account various factors... thus Wozworth arrived at this decision.

However, speaking of which, Wozworth truly had a cruel heart. Angela, no matter what, was his Princess, having accompanied him through countless nights, and now he just watched as Angela endured torture akin to Hell. If it were Qin Chu... perhaps he would have been even more ruthless than Wozworth.

Shifting his gaze away from Wozworth, Qin Chu’s eyes once again fell upon Angela.

Agony had already twisted Angela’s face into a contorted mess; she seemed to feel an unbearable itch all over her body, endlessly scratching at herself with her fingers.

With every scratch, her fingernails tore away strands of flesh, smeared in blood.

"Divine Embryo..."

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

"Gurgling... chattering..."

"More..."

It seemed as though her throat was clogged with thick blood, making her voice gurgle.

Her mouth kept splitting further, reaching up to her cheekbones, and her jaw was almost detached from her head, revealing neat rows of silver teeth.

She was very itchy.

Every time she clawed flesh from her body, a fleeting sense of relief and comfort appeared on her face.

But after that, there was an even more unbearable itching sensation.

Her body writhed on the ground, inching closer and closer to Sharon.

She left behind two long trails of blood.

Watching Angela draw near, fear shone through Sharon’s eyes as she sensed what Angela intended to do, shaking her head—the only part of her that could move—vigorously and screaming sharply, "Get away, Angela..."

"Stay away from me."

But Angela was no longer able to hear Sharon’s voice; she only knew that Sharon possessed something she desperately desired.

Watching Sharon shriek, a weird smile spread across Angela’s face.

The next second, under Sharon’s horrified gaze, Angela’s mouth widened, and what seemed like saliva or mucous dribbled down from the corners of her mouth. Finally, with a low growl, Angela’s mouth lunged at Sharon’s neck.

A gush of blood spurted out.

Sharon frantically shook her head attempting to break free, but Sharon, who could only move her head and nothing else, had no chance to struggle out from under Angela’s sharp teeth.

Angela’s throat moved rapidly.

As if, one could almost hear a gulping sound.

She seemed to be swallowing something.

Sharon’s complexion became paler and paler as her body visibly shriveled at a shocking speed.

She was in pain; she was in despair; she was powerless.

No...

Accompanied by a wail, the light in Sharon’s eyes quickly dimmed.

The whole process might have taken less than two minutes, leaving Sharon’s once comely body as nothing more than dry skin stretched over her skeletal frame.

Finally, Angela raised her head, her mouth smeared with red traces.

Having devoured all of Sharon’s flesh and blood, Angela appeared to feel an unprecedented satisfaction; she laughed contentedly, caressing her belly, "My child..."

"Has been fed."

"He is about to be born."

Their voices faint and dizzy, Qin Chu and Wozworth’s scalps tingled; the woman had gone completely mad.

Right after that, like being struck by some stimulus, Angela suddenly stood up from the ground, and whether it was because Sharon’s blood had sprayed into her eyes, making them blood-red, she stared fixedly at Qin Chu and Wozworth:

"You... Do you want to take my child away?"

Qin Chu swallowed, looking at Angela’s abdomen.

The fair skin of her belly was stretched to the point of cracking, a crisscross network of fissures, completely oblivious to how exaggerated her stomach now looked.

The skin of her belly had become paper-thin, almost transparent enough to glimpse the capillaries below.

Just like a balloon inflated to its limit, ready to burst at any moment.

And then...

Bang!

It burst open.

Qin Chu felt as if his head had been smashed with a hammer, everything went blank.

But his spiritual power was strong, and he recovered instantly, his gaze involuntarily turning to Wozworth, who simply stood upright, motionless.

His eyes were fixedly staring ahead.

His Strength was still lacking when compared to Wozworth.

Angela’s abdomen had exploded, with copious amounts of crimson fluid splattering onto the ground, forming a massive circle. Angela’s body lay beside it, lifeless, her eyes still showing the madness of her final moments.

In the center of the circle was an amorphous mass of flesh.

It seemed to have a strong heart within.

...thump... thump... thump...

Qin Chu and Wozworth could clearly hear the heartbeat.

The mass pulsed and squirmed, as if desperately trying to adjust its current form.

But just like the sound Angela had made before, it wasn’t enough... not even the combination of Angela and Sharon’s flesh and souls could support the Energy needed for the descent of the Divine Embryo.

Wozworth’s prediction was not wrong.

This wasn’t any Divine Embryo, but a pure monstrosity.

There was not a hint of the divine on it, only distortion and madness.

Even though they guessed right, there was not a sliver of joy on their faces...

The scene before them seemed to prove that the path chosen by the Blissful Witch Association was not mistaken.

The entities from the Void had never abandoned their intention to erode this world from the very beginning.

Despite needing to suppress the Goddess in their cage, preventing their true selves from descending, they could still interfere and influence certain life forms in this world through some weird means, using their fanatic Believers to descend their avatars.

Even aspiring to bring forth their descendants into this world, to erode the Sky Dome Continent on their behalf.

This attempt had failed.

But what if it were a higher-ranking, more powerful member from the Witch Association, such as the Vice President mentioned by Angela, with enough fodder at their side? Would the situation be different then?

Would the bloodline of the Evil God descend upon the Sky Dome Continent?

The purpose of the Witch Association’s establishment might very well be to select from among those outstanding women, those capable of carrying the Divine lineage, with the men seduced by the witches likely serving as mere fodder.

Wozworth’s face was grim as he walked towards the mass of flesh.

The flesh seemed to sense the immense Strength emanating from Wozworth, and despite having no mouth, a squeaking noise like that of mice could be heard.

With each step closer, Wozworth’s aura swelled a bit more.

When Wozworth reached the flesh mass, the Fighting Energy shimmering around his body had turned into a hard-to-describe mist, like transparent flames dancing.

His right hand clenched, Fighting Energy gathering above his fist.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Another burst of weird whining sounds, as the monstrosity seemed to realize there was no escape.

Though the monstrosity looked eerie, its Strength was not that formidable, barely reaching Level 80.

A huge fissure suddenly split open in the center of the amorphous mass, apparently its mouth, and it was lined with dense suckers.

In the next instant, the flesh mass abruptly bounced off the ground, its gaping maw lunging toward Wozworth’s head to devour him.

"One punch..."

"Sky Break!"

Whoosh!

Wozworth threw his punch.

In that moment, it seemed as though the very space in front of him was being smashed through.

The massive fist hit the surface of the flesh mass with a thud, the surging Fighting Energy directly penetrating it.

The flesh bloated violently, and in less than a tenth of a second, it burst with a pop.

Tiny fragments of flesh scattered around like raindrops.

The shockwave from the punch shattered the building directly in front of Wozworth.

As expected of one of humanity’s mightiest, while Qin Chu could have dealt with the situation without much trouble, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to achieve an instant kill like Wozworth did.

Wozworth casually shook off his hand, as if it were a trivial matter, "That filthy thing is finally dealt with."

"What a pity, we still don’t know who that so-called Vice President is."

Wozworth felt regret.

He had hoped to seize the opportunity to wipe out the Witch Association in one fell swoop, to completely excise this cancer from within the Empire.

At the very least, capture this Vice President and deal the Witch Association a heavy blow.

In the end, even with Angela’s list, they could at best catch a bunch of small fry, which was not very meaningful.

"I may know something, although I can’t be sure that woman is the Vice President."

At this moment, Angelica’s weak voice came from behind, and, with the matter at hand concluded, Carol slowly walked over, supporting Angela.

Previously preoccupied with concern for Qin Chu’s safety, Angelica finally remembered something, "She was a woman in a long, ice-white dress, quite tall."

"Her clothes looked rather worn, and it seemed she didn’t like wearing shoes, barefooted, yet it didn’t diminish her regal air."

"Her hair was ice-white and a bit disheveled, apparently a Magician proficient in Ice Attribute magic..."

Angelica strained to remember her impression of that woman.

With each detail she mentioned, Wozworth’s body shuddered involuntarily.

Until at the end, even his eyes seemed to go blank, his lips moving, "Miss Angelica, no need to say more."

"I already know who that woman is..."

"She’s my... Empress!"

The mother of the Prince.