Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 524 - 366: Is the Evil God Heart Calling for Help? (5)

Chapter 524: Chapter 366: Is the Evil God Heart Calling for Help? (5)

Demon King Nage’s face was full of shock.

The Demon King Palace had an earthquake every nine years, a rule that had never changed for many years. Why was it broken this time?

Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura coming from beneath the ground, Nage could no longer sit still. He swiftly opened the prohibition and rushed down below.

Before Nage even entered the vast area underground, he already felt the violent pressure that hit him in waves. It originated from the Evil God’s head and seemed even more exaggerated than usual. Even with Nage’s strength, he was barely able to hold on, his legs shaking violently.

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead in a dense layer.

Waves of shock continued to spread, and the staircase beneath his feet, along with the walls on both sides, were densely cracked. The entire palace looked like it could collapse completely at any moment.

Gasping heavily, Nage moved his legs with difficulty, inching closer step by step.

Finally, when he arrived at the huge underground square and saw the head of the Evil God, Demon King Nage felt his heart suddenly contract violently, as if a massive hammer had struck him squarely on the heart.

What did he see?

The huge head above, its mane fluttering.

The originally closed eyes had somehow opened, and the pupils twinkled with a light like the sun.

Nage felt a dull pain in his chest and couldn’t help but spew out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion turning as pale as death.

In that moment, Nage’s consciousness suffered an unprecedented erosion.

Insane images and lights reverberated in his mind, almost scrambling his entire consciousness into mush. His skin even began to seep numerous crimson beads of blood, as if countless dense eyes were staring at him.

His body sprouted numerous cracks, with fresh buds of flesh wriggling rapidly in the crevices, looking as if countless things were trying to burrow out of his body.

For a time, Nage even felt that the head in front of him had completely come to life at this moment, acquiring life.

No... he could not let this situation continue. If it went on like this, the entire Demon King Territory might be destroyed.

It was just a head that had been dead for who knows how many years, and yet it still held such a terrifying pressure... As the strongest existence in this world, Nage exerted all his strength just to maintain the last bit of clarity and prevent himself from completely falling into the Abyss.

Gasping heavily, with eyes tightly closed, Nage let blood flow from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

He maneuvered his arms with difficulty, activating one prohibition after another, and in an instant, colorful lights flickered nonstop across the entire square.

Transparent walls appeared out of nowhere, sealing the Evil God’s head in the middle. After a wave of impact, the walls were immediately covered with cracks.

A series of black chains emerged from the Void, wrapping around the Evil God’s head like giant pythons.

The Demon King Palace, which Nage had operated for countless years and had been built as strong as an iron fortress, had long been prepared for such earthquakes.

In just a short time, dozens of prohibitions were activated by Nage.

Dense seals completely enveloped and entwined the head of the Evil God.

But this time, something seemed off.

Hum...

Another ring of shock spread from the head.

The pure energy walls couldn’t hold up and instantly shattered, and even almost half of the dozens of black chains, thick as pythons, were broken.

This earthquake was unprecedentedly fierce.

...

Oville Empire, Imperial City.

In the study, Wozworth’s desk was covered with various documents.

Following the suggestion of his good brother Qin Chu, Wozworth had established an intelligence organization called the East Factory.

The result was even better than Wozworth had imagined.

Those maids, chefs, and servants, though not possessing great strength, provided a completely different source of intelligence. These people could continuously supply various kinds of information that one normally could not see, even contents that previous intelligence personnel could not glimpse.

With such an intelligence organization in existence, Wozworth felt like he had the entire Imperial Palace in the palm of his hand.

Which Duke was having an affair with whose lady today, which Marquis met which noble today, what kind of conversation he had with which officer, which noble cursed him behind his back, which commoner was recently dissatisfied with the Empire... everything was clear as day.

All was under control, a feeling that was truly fascinating.

In less than a month, the East Factory had already demonstrated its effectiveness brilliantly. Truly a great suggestion from his good brother, incredibly impressive.

Wozworth couldn’t help but think of conferring the title of commander of the East Factory to his good brother to replace himself in managing this vast intelligence institution.

Next, Wozworth even planned to continue expanding the East Factory’s reach, not just in the Imperial City but in every city and town of the Oville Empire, and even in the surrounding countries, all should have members from the East Factory.

Only then could Wozworth feel slightly at ease, for in this world, there were simply too many who wished to overthrow him and take his place.

Among these people, the ones Wozworth was most concerned about were his sons.

Hmm, it seemed that those sons had been quite obedient recently, to Wozworth’s great satisfaction.

Although his eyes were bloodshot, Wozworth appeared quite normal as long as he didn’t go berserk.

Even Princess Carol began to wonder if Mr. Brave had been mistaken. Since the last meeting with her father, he had been behaving more and more normally by the day, with no trace of abnormality to be seen.

Rumble...

Just as Wozworth was reviewing intelligence reports, a sudden and violent boom came.

In an instant, at least one-third of the Imperial Palace’s buildings collapsed.

The horrific shock swept across the ground, lifting layers upon layers of stone plates like a tsunami.

Wozworth’s face instantly turned pale, and he sprang to his feet, with strip-like things wriggling beneath his clothes. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dashed out of the study.

He didn’t care how much the Imperial Palace had lost in this earthquake; instead, he charged directly towards his own chamber, flung open the door to the underground, and disappeared into the darkness.

Damn it, it’s far from nine years, isn’t it? Why has it suddenly started early?

...

Wise Mountain.

Twelve old men arranged themselves in a circle.

In the midst of these twelve elders lay a huge mass of flesh spread across the ground, with a diameter of several meters.

The entire mass writhed like a cloud of black mist.

This mass of flesh was found in some mysterious place; it looked like the placenta of a giant creature, nurturing some weird form of life within.

It contained an immense amount of energy, which the twelve old men had studied for many years but had never been able to absorb.

This was Wise Mountain’s greatest secret, unknown even to Nadia.

But today, this huge mass of flesh suddenly moved.

Just like a gigantic heart, it suddenly beat... and as it beat, a terrifying force of energy transformed into a devastating shock that sent the twelve old men flying.

Pity these twelve frail figures, each one bent and their very bones nearly falling apart,

their faces as pale as death, beards stained with blood.

But these old bastards didn’t dare to delay, catching each other’s eyes, they could see the madness within. They quickly rose from the ground, levitating mid-air, and resumed their circle, channeling all of the Magic Power from the twelve powerful Great Sages.

In the sky, a golden light twinkled frantically, eventually coalescing into a gigantic bronze bell that with a clang lowered itself onto the black mass of flesh.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

The sonorous bell tones drifted over the peaks of Wise Mountain.

No matter how the flesh mass pulsated, it could not break free from the bell’s confinement for the time being.

...

Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

Saint Monica’s complexion changed slightly as her brows furrowed.

The epicenter of the earthquake originated from the Imperial Palace, Wise Mountain, and another even more distant location.

The Church Venerable’s body floated in mid-air, his refined and gentle voice echoing in the ears of every Holy Man.

Be graceful, do not panic.

Whatever happens, you must not lose your nobility.

Many Holy Men knelt devoutly on the ground in prayer, while behind Saint Monica a pair of crimson wings unfurled as she trailed a luminous path through the air towards the center of the earthquake.

...

Within the Holy Court, Augustus’s complexion instantly became as dark as thunder.

His gaze swept across the distant starry sky; then, looking again at the Church Court resolved not to delay any longer, he gritted his teeth and, guided by a gentle Holy Light, flew off into the distance.

There lay Augustus’s laboratory.

He could feel that the extensive Prohibitions set up in his laboratory had shattered in an instant.

The entity buried beneath the laboratory was unleashing terrible might.

Watching Augustus leave, the figures of Rose Vesper and Douglas appeared, and while they were unclear about the exact nature of the earthquake that enveloped the Imperial City, it wasn’t much of their concern.

For them, the most pressing matters were how to rescue Saintess Philis and how to overthrow Augustus.

It seemed Augustus would not return any time soon, presenting a rare opportunity.

Leading a host of Holy Men loyal to herself, Rose Vesper burst into Augustus’s room and glanced around: "Search for it."

There must be a hidden passage in this room.

The actions of Rose Vesper, at last, had begun.

It was as if, in a vision, Rose Vesper could already see the Pope’s sacred throne beckoning to her.

...

In the Grand Canyon.

The heart had shrunk for the third time.

Its size reduced by nearly a tenth.

With each contraction of the heart, a heartbeat would occur, and each heartbeat would provoke a strong earthquake.

Qin Chu felt a weird, fuzzy sensation in his mind.

It was as if the heart had never truly died, and its beatings seemed more like distress signals from the heart itself!

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