Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 430 - 282: Saving Your Sister (4)

Chapter 430: Chapter 282: Saving Your Sister (4)

The tranquil night was filled with oppression.

Violet watched over Angelica’s side.

Catherine, hugging her crimson heavy sword, stood in the courtyard like a statue, steadfast in the middle.

Norma was on one knee on the ground, one small hand placed upon the Earth, sensing the vibrations coming from the land. Antasia stood atop the palace, bathed in the moonlight falling from above, gazing into the distant world.

Qin Chu had already left with the Snow Woman Helois and the Blood Elf Iyeta; they would temporarily guard this palace.

Suddenly, Norma lifted her head, her expression somewhat solemn, "They’re here..."

"The enemy’s numbers are around two thousand, encircling from all sides, less than three hundred meters from the palace..."

Her voice dispersed throughout the palace.

Catherine, who had always been holding the heavy sword, finally revealed a smile on her face; in her nature was also a cruel side. Now given such a perfect opportunity for a massacre, Catherine would not let it slip away.

Her right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, the not particularly sharp blade trailing on the ground. Dragging the heavy sword, Catherine walked straight towards the door.

Under the moonlight, shadowy figures could now be seen on the distant road.

As the distance closed, Catherine could finally see clearly.

What kind of people were they? Many were clad in armor, almost all soldiers or mercenaries. Their movements were stiff, their faces numb, and their eyes under the moonlight were dull and lifeless.

If not for their moving bodies, they would have been mistaken for marionettes controlled by strings.

These were people already controlled by the Witch Association.

Just like Qin Chu had predicted, Mevis was no fool; she had arranged for many to create chaos in the Imperial City, not just in the Imperial Palace and the Hero Team’s palace, but also some controlled soldiers were roaming in the Imperial City Nobles District.

They were like deaths gods of the night, killing anyone they saw.

All to create greater chaos in the city and distract the soldiers’ attention to the inside.

Mevis did not want to prepare more nutrients for the Divine Descent Ceremony, but... those women might not hold on.

Although these invaders appeared weird, Catherine was not at all frightened. Dragging the heavy sword, she stepped forward.

That large group of stiff puppets, their eyes growing redder by the moment, suddenly opened their mouths wide and, with a piercing howl, charged at Catherine with their weapons raised.

Their orders were to eliminate all life within the palace.

Whirr...

Crimson flames spread across the Flame Extreme Heavy Sword.

The bright light of the fire even dispersed the darkness around, and the heavy two-handed sword was finally lifted by Catherine, held horizontally in front of her chest.

In the next second, with a swing of the sword, a red half-moon arc with a scorching trail instantly tore through the darkness ahead.

"Flame... Slash!"

Hisss!

The light from her sword swept across, and bodies dozens of meters away were directly cut in half at the waist.

Their thick armor could not offer even the slightest protection; the parts of their bodies that were cut were immediately scorched black by the flames.

...

Inside the Imperial Palace.

Wozworth’s figure stood at the highest point.

With all the Imperial Guard sent out to find traces of Mevis, the palace’s defenses were unprecedentedly weak and, for a moment, it was actually breached by those puppet-like creatures being controlled.

Watching the princes and princesses screaming in panic during the attack, Wozworth sighed with resignation.

He had several dozen sons, but almost all of them were fools.

These invaders were not very strong; they could have easily dealt with them if only they had performed at their normal level, yet they were scared witless by the gleaming blades in the invaders’ hands.

Only a very few princes had the courage to organize the guards around them and fight back.

Wozworth marked those few sons as candidates for the next emperor.

If there were to be one that stood out among them, it would still be Princess Carol.

However... Wozworth frowned, please don’t engage in such actions as laughing triumphantly while using a whip to wrap around a man’s head and drag his corpse around wildly.

Such behavior really makes one seem like a pervert.

Wozworth couldn’t help but think of the Prince, who, although had brought him a lot of trouble and had a terrible personality... at least the Prince’s talent and strength were unquestionable. Faced with such a situation, he would certainly have taken the lead and might have even organized his brothers to counterattack...

Too bad, he was killed by Qin Chu.

No, there’s nothing to regret.

If Mevis was the Vice President of the Witch Association, it’s still uncertain whether he was indeed his son.

Damn it!

The hat on Wozworth’s head felt so heavy that his neck was starting to hurt.

After dealing with Mevis, he would definitely have to strengthen the management of the harem to ensure that such incidents never happen again.

Almost at the same time, a group of elite soldiers finally found the old site of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

From a distance, they could see the old church, which should have been deserted and dark, was actually flickering with faint light.

The leading soldier frowned slightly and with a wave of his hand, a dozen or so brothers swiftly approached. When they looked through the windows, they were dumbfounded.

My God, what did they see?

In the great hall of the old church, hundreds of figures were entwined with each other, coupling indiscriminately like stray dogs on the street.

The scene held not a trace of aesthetic or allure, only a horrifying weirdness.

The men’s bodies were mostly emaciated and dried up, their skin stretched taut over their frames.

His body was already covered in dirt and bloodstains.

Yet in those pairs of eyes, there was still a crazed glint, like a horde of machines. Even though their legs were continuously trembling, they still desperately swayed their bodies.

They didn’t even notice that blood was flowing relentlessly from their ears and noses, and life was almost at its end.

They couldn’t see that the ground was already littered with hundreds of dried-up corpses.

And those women, indulging in excess, likewise failed to notice that their bodies were overdrawn. Some young ladies from noble families lay motionless on the ground, their chests no longer rising and falling, clearly already dead.

Blood followed the indentations on the ground.

Forming a crimson pattern that was fraught with the weird and sinister.

What a perverse celebration this was.

At the center of the Magic Array stood a tall woman, her belly grotesquely swollen. Dark-purple tendrils wrapped around her upper body, and blood-red lines wound around her lower body.

Beneath her chaotic hair, her face revealed a twisted smile.

The eerie scene made everyone’s scalp tingle.

The leader’s throat moved incessantly, feeling as though something was stuck in his throat, he took a step back, picked up a Magic Scroll, and pressed one hand to his ear.

This leader was named Nicholas.

He originally served as a guard for the Hero and at least outwardly seemed to have a decent relationship with the Hero.

However, due to the conflict between the Prince and Qin Chu, Nicholas chose to side with the Prince, providing him with a wealth of intelligence.

After the Prince died, Nicholas was stripped of his original position.

But the man had some capabilities; after all, he had mixed in the Royal Guard for so long. Although his power diminished, he had not been completely ousted.

This time, if he could report the intelligence on this side promptly, it would be a considerable merit. Perhaps his status could even be elevated because of it.

Therefore, he urgently needed to communicate what he had witnessed here to the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, the old Earth Mother Goddess Sect..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Mevis from the old chapel detected it.

She suddenly raised her head, and with a piercing voice, exclaimed, "No one shall harm my child."

Bang...

As her words fell, an invisible shockwave instantaneously spread from inside the chapel.

The already dilapidated windows on either side of the chapel could not withstand it any longer and shattered instantly. The group of soldiers felt as if their heads were hammered violently.

Nicholas only saw a burst of red before his eyes, and liquid seemed to be uncontrollably flowing from his nostrils.

His body was blown away by the fierce impact.

After several seconds passed, he finally came to his senses, looking instinctively to his side, only to see his comrades, with blood at the corners of their eyes, noses, and mouths, their complexions ashen to the extreme. They lay twitching nervously on the ground, but in just a few short seconds, they had already lost their breath and were obviously dead.

It was Nicholas whose strength was the greatest, and who, being slightly further from the window, had barely managed to survive.

"Die!"

Another fierce shout echoed within the church, and Nicholas, just as he was standing up, was once again sent flying by an invisible force, crashing heavily against a tree behind him.

The impact nearly broke his waist, and the intense pain contorted his face.

With a grunt, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Suddenly, countless icy-white, frigid, and delicate threads, like fine silk, began creeping out of the old church’s window.

Those were Mevis’s long locks of hair, growing swiftly as if alive, quickly entangling the writhing Nicholas on the ground, binding him tightly.

No matter how desperately Nicholas struggled, it was to no avail; the hair that should have been fine and fragile held fast like chains.

The hair tightened more and more.

Blood oozed from between Nicholas’s clenched teeth.

Sounds of creaking and breaking bones came from within his body incessantly, as his bones cracked under the tightening power of the hair, causing him to scream in agony.

Broken bones pierced his flesh, some even piercing through the skin, exposing white bone.

The feeling was worse than death itself.

It was at this moment, amidst the excruciating pain, that Nicholas suddenly felt a shadow cast over him. With difficulty, he twisted his head and saw several figures standing behind him.

Two beautiful women, not like humans, were the Snow Woman Helois and the Blood Elf Iyeta.

A proud Elf, a member of the Hero Team, Silf.

There, between Silf, Helois, and Iyeta, was a tall and well-proportioned young man who seemed a bit handsomer than before.

If not the Hero Qin Chu, then who?

A dazzling hope suddenly blossomed in Nicholas’s eyes. The hero had arrived, and he would be saved.

"Mr. Brave, save me..."

Nicholas opened his mouth wide, crying out to Qin Chu for help.

He felt as if his internal organs were nearly crushed, some hairs had already torn through his skin, slicing into his flesh. It hurt so much.

Watching Nicholas’s plight and hearing his cries, Qin Chu’s lips, however, curved into a smile.

Qin Chu still remembered that, in the first week, it was this very Nicholas who killed Karlin, the only girl who had been willing to speak up for him when his legs were broken, and he could move only by wheelchair.

Qin Chu would not forget that, even in the second week, Nicholas betrayed his information to the Prince, even conspiring with the Prince’s men to frame him.

Indeed, a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit. Whether it was the first or second week, this Nicholas remained utterly despicable.

As for saving him?

Save your sister!