Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 474 - 320: Lord of Pleasure’s Revenge (2)

Chapter 474: Chapter 320: Lord of Pleasure’s Revenge (2)

At this very moment, in a state of pure consciousness, Qin Chu had reached the limit of the strength he could muster.

The Little Tree Seedling and the Goddess Hair, which resided within Qin Chu’s body, could not be brought here.

Without relying on the Little Tree Seedling and the Goddess Hair, Qin Chu truly felt how difficult it was to contend with an Evil God, even if it was just a statue, it was enough to exhaust all his strength.

Wrapped in layer upon layer of Holy Light, and under the absorption of the Devourer, the rigid statue finally reached its limit.

Crack.

A crisp sound.

A sudden crack appeared on the statue, which then quickly began to spread at a rapid pace, and in a brief moment, the entire statue, from head to toe, was covered with web-like fissures.

With a snap, the divine statue’s head shattered instantly.

Qin Chu, too, had reached his limit; his consciousness faded from above the shattered head of the statue, curling up on the ground into a small bundle, heaving as if gasping for breath.

Mustering all his energy in a state of pure consciousness was indeed a bit forced, but seeing the headless statue, Qin Chu’s consciousness felt a small sense of satisfaction.

"Said I would crush your head, and I crushed your head."

Being able to crush the head of an Evil God, there are not many in this world who can do it, I’m truly awesome...

What? You say that was just a statue, not the Evil God?

The head of an Evil God’s statue is still the Evil God’s head.

Isn’t a rotten egg still an egg?

Qin Chu’s consciousness prayed to the Holy Light Goddess, hoping that the statue wouldn’t revert to its original form within seconds like the chains before.

Perhaps Qin Chu’s prayer had an effect; the shattered head of the statue did not heal. Instead, after the head shattered, it seemed that all the energy within the statue dissipated completely. Bereft of energy, the fissure-riddled statue could no longer hold up and, like a stone that had stood in the storm for centuries, it turned into fine sand and scattered across the altar.

Accompanied by the storm within the soul space, those fine sands blew away with the wind, ultimately becoming mere particles of dust in the boundless desert.

Right after the divine statue crumbled, the dozens of chains that had extended from this statue vanished from Asina’s soul.

Qin Chu’s consciousness gasped heavily; in fact, there was an easier way to handle this trouble, which was to depart from Asina’s soul space and directly deal with Asina herself, ending it once and for all.

But, Qin Chu did not choose to do so.

It wasn’t that he cared much about Asina; he wanted to use this rare opportunity to hone his experience against the Evil God, even though they were only a group of motionless statues.

After all, for Qin Chu at the moment, statues made the most suitable opponents.

If he were to face the Evil God in person, ten thousand Qin Chus wouldn’t be enough to die.

Qin Chu was very tired now, so tired that he couldn’t even depart from Asina’s soul space; he needed to rest.

In the middle of the altar, Asina’s soul, though fewer chains bound it, did not feel much lighter. Just now, Qin Chu had pushed his strength to the limit to blow up the statue’s head. The Holy Light had deeply scorched Asina’s soul, bringing unbearable pain to it.

Her soul had even become so thin that it was in worse condition than Qin Chu’s, and it might take a long time to recover.

...

In the boundless Void.

A divine entity emitted a deep roar, the sound waves turning into terrifying blasts that spread through the starry sky; wherever it reached, the meteorites drifting this way were instantly shattered into debris.

The Lord of Pleasure.

His body, both androgynous and regal, far surpassed the statues in majesty.

Slender limbs, elegant, with an unforgettable beauty that could cause souls to sink into depravity.

Yet at this very moment, this elegant, dignified, endlessly charming divinity radiated waves of anger like a tsunami.

It was that insignificant insect who had previously thrown his statue into a dung pit, and now had even blasted the head off another of his more powerful statues... He had also absorbed his strength.

Pant, pant!

In a place far away, a massive, rotting mass of flesh, pulsating, with densely packed tentacles wriggling ceaselessly underneath, seemed to mock unbridly.

The gigantic toad-like divinity also emitted strange gurgling noises from its mouth.

Above the White Bone Throne, the robust body let out thunderous laughter.

The twisted human face wrapped in violet-red flames, too, barely concealed the weird smile on its face.

For these beings who had dwelled in the Void for thousands of years, this was a rare source of amusement.

The unrestrained laughter traveled across distances of miles, its clear waves reaching the side of the Lord of Pleasure, fueling the rage of this powerful deity.

He intended to make this insect daring to defile his majesty pay a most severe price.

...

Oville Empire, Imperial City.

In the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, Saint Monica suddenly sat up from her bed amidst deep sleep, wearing pure white gossamer robes over her exquisite body, the delicate skin beneath sparkling under the moonlight’s glow.

Her purple eyes, like jewels, twinkled, staring at the vast starry sky outside the window.

An angry voice resounded by her ear.

Within the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, hundreds of nuns and priests also almost simultaneously had their pupils harden; they were like lifeless puppets walking out from their rooms, standing quietly in the courtyard, gazing upwards at the starry sky.

Inside the Imperial City, at Marquis Edmund Mansion.

The Elegant School was holding its weekly banquet.

This was an officially registered school within the Empire, and every attendee of the banquet was a high-level noble from the Empire.

In this school, every member pursued the true essence of ultimate elegance; they despised all rudeness and filth, seeing such things as unclean and blasphemous.

They pursued an absolute and unparalleled beauty, not only physically, but also in temperament, and in the soul.

Even at the banquet, the scene remained quiet, with only the classical music creating a soothing atmosphere... However, suddenly, over seventy nobles at the banquet all stopped their motions, their eyes flickering with a purple glow.

Civilian District.

A bar crowded with adventurers, some rough men widened their eyes, their faces displaying a sinister, twisted smile.

Inside the barracks...

Following the will of the Lord of Pleasure.

At all costs!

...

Inside a bedroom.

Silf still carried out her duties as a guard, though the night had deepened and she was slightly tired, she still kept her eyes wide open, vigilantly sensing her surroundings.

The night was deathly still.

Not a sound, not a breath of wind.

Only the bright moonlight, unobstructed by a single cloud, generously enveloped the world in a hazy veil.

Silf’s gaze shifted behind her; Asina lay motionless on the bed, the most tormenting moment had passed, and her body no longer convulsed.

Instead, it was Qin Chu who seemed extremely exhausted, breathing heavily.

Given their appearances, the two should awaken soon.

When Qin Chu first treated her, Silf was not sure how long it had taken, but it seemed not as lengthy as this.

Looking at Qin Chu’s face on the side of the bed, a barely perceptible smile emerged on Silf’s lips.

She noticed that she did not dislike this feeling.

It was as if she had shed all responsibilities and sadness, finding brief peace in this gloomy and chaotic world, a rather pleasant sensation.

Suddenly, the smile on Silf’s face disappeared.

Her petite head swiftly turned to look through the window out into the darkness beyond the palace.

With her keen Elf senses, though everything was quiet, almost motionless, Silf still detected some unique aura approaching the palace.

That aura carried an unmistakable killing intent.

Two slender fingers stuffed into her lips, the next second, a clear whistle echoed through the palace.

Violet, Norma, Catherine, Helois, and Iyeta, who were sleeping inside the palace, almost simultaneously opened their eyes.

Angelica and Antasia, slightly less powerful, also quickly awakened.

Everyone knew what that loud whistle signified, and Violet’s body instantly draped in a light veil; a window flew open with a whoosh, and her towering figure hovered at the very top of the palace.

Sensing the surroundings through the flow of air, a few seconds later, Violet’s voice came from high above, "Everyone, prepare for battle."

"There are a large number of enemies approaching the palace."

"Where’s Qin Chu?" Violet’s voice penetrated Silf’s ears.

Silf quickly turned to look, "His consciousness is still immersed in Asina’s Soul World, showing no signs of awakening soon."

"Angelica, Antasia, you two stay in Qin Chu’s bedroom, take responsibility for protecting him," Violet swiftly made arrangements.

"Everyone else, prepare to face the enemy, this time they seem quite peculiar."

Many women inside the palace quickly reacted, positioning one exceptionally strong individual at every compass point.

As time ticked by, the enemy’s figures finally appeared before everyone’s eyes, and those women finally understood what Violet meant by the enemies being peculiar.

The foes before them were chaotic and mixed, among them one could see nuns, priests, Holy Knights dressed in holy vestments, nobles in exquisite attire, and the private soldiers of noble families; yet, among these elite figures, there also mingled numerous rough mercenaries, soldiers, and adventurers...

No one understood how such unrelated groups could gather together.

But everyone could feel the almost insane aura emanating from these people, their eyes all flickering with strange purple light.

Twisted faces, filled with frenzy.

These individuals no longer seemed like humans, but rather like a horde of irrational beasts.

The number of these people was even larger than imagined; the barbarous mercenaries, soldiers, adventurers amounting to hundreds, complemented by hundreds of nuns, Holy Knights, and priests, outnumbered by the private soldiers of the nobles who had brought out all their forces, even personally joining the fray.

Even if considering only the enemies from one direction, their number was likely to exceed two thousand.

Among these people were many with rich combat experience and formidable strength.

Even for individuals as capable as Silf and her allies, they could feel that almost imperceptible pressure.

At that moment, an itch tickled Silf’s ears once more, causing the quick-tempered Elf to grow somewhat impatient; she pressed one hand against her ear, and Rose Vesper’s voice rapidly transmitted:

"Silf, come to me right now with Catherine and Asina, hurry..."

"Scram!"

Silf immediately shut off the Message Magic.

Damn it, what timing this is, who has time to deal with you, Holy Daughter?

The moment Silf shut off the Message Magic, the enemies in front of her suddenly burst into a howl, raising their weapons and charging like a pack of mad dogs!

Under the moonlight, the purple light in their eyes grew even more intense!

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