Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 528 - 370

Chapter 528: 370

Although Augustus had a vague feeling that something bad might have happened, he ultimately suppressed the unease in his heart.

After all, the weird right leg before him was crucial to whether he could take his revenge. He did not want to see any problems arise here. If his hopes dissipated before him, Augustus feared he might completely fall apart, unable to hold on any longer.

Elsewhere.

The chains of the cage had been severed by Rose Vesper.

Saintess Philis’s body slumped down, leaning into Rose Vesper’s embrace.

With slender arms, she gently hugged her beauty. Rose Vesper’s lips curled into a faint smile. How wonderful it was now, with no filthy stench on her, and her clothes clean and spotless, not a single speck of dirt on her entire body.

Even her hair was neatly combed and naturally fell.

It took her half an hour, and she was tired.

But after all, this was her mother. To work hard for her mother’s appearance was completely acceptable.

Having such a gentle and considerate daughter, her mother must be very happy. It must be so, since her mother was no longer screaming wildly as before. Now, her mother was very quiet.

Looking down at the pale cheeks, Rose Vesper’s expression grew even more intense, "So, mother, I will now take you away from here. You haven’t seen the sun for a long time, have you?"

Heyo!

A strange noise came from Rose Vesper’s mouth as she forcefully picked up her mother’s body, climbing up the bloody, muddy staircase step by step.

During this process, Rose Vesper kept adjusting the expression on her face.

On the staircase, a trail of crimson footprints was left behind.

Upstairs, within Augustus’ sleeping chamber, Douglas and the other two archbishops waited anxiously.

They had been standing guard here for a long time, yet the Divine Empress had not returned, and they inevitably felt jittery and worried.

They could smell a strong scent of blood from the entrance, and the dark passage was surely filled with deadly mechanisms and traps. Douglas could hardly restrain himself from rushing in to help.

But he knew his task was also important. In case Augustus suddenly returned, at least someone would be able to fend him off.

Although the Divine Empress had gained control over many members of the Holy Court during this time, this action was extraordinary. A large group of experts had been dispatched to control the holy men loyal to Augustus, and not many people were left on this side.

As the sun outside the window gradually slanted, and the Divine Empress still had not emerged from within, Douglas could no longer hold back. He hastily gave instructions to his companions on either side and subconsciously wanted to rush in.

But at this moment, a faint glow suddenly emanated from the dark, profound entrance.

Immediately after, there were the sounds of footsteps: pat, pat.

After some time passed, Rose Vesper, carrying Philis’s body, finally came out of the secret passage.

Upon seeing this, almost everyone sighed with relief, and the heavy stone that had been pressing on their hearts finally moved away at this moment.

Douglas’s eyes lit up, about to greet them, when he suddenly noticed that Rose Vesper’s face showed no trace of joy, only unending grief.

Saintess Philis’ body lay limply in Her Majesty Rose Vesper’s arms, her slender wrist dangling by her side.

Behind Rose Vesper, not a single figure of any other Holy Man could be seen.

A bad premonition was taking root in Douglas’s heart.

He felt his throat was dry and uncontrollably squirmed as he asked, "Your Majesty Rose Vesper, where... where are the others?"

Rose Vesper’s lips quivered slightly, ’Sacrificed, all of them, all were sacrificed.’

"In these secret passages, traps are everywhere. They sacrificed themselves to clear the way to the cell for me."

Two clear teardrops rolled down her pale cheeks, and perhaps due to extreme sorrow, Rose Vesper’s body trembled slightly.

Douglas felt his throat getting more uncomfortable by the moment, an itchy sensation making it unbearable for him to speak, "Then, Lady Saintess Philis... "

"My mother..."

At that moment, it seemed Rose Vesper had reached her limit. She could no longer hold out, her knees buckled, and she knelt on the floor, cradling her mother’s body. Filled with intense sorrow, her crying echoed in the room:

"She is also dead. That bastard Augustus... he seems to have realized something and killed my mother ahead of time... sob sob sob sob..."

In an instant, everyone’s faces turned pale.

After such lengthy preparations and tremendous sacrifices, who could have imagined it would end like this?

Dozens of Holy Men sacrificed, even Princess Saintess Philis had been killed prematurely.

Augustus, that despicable bastard.

Almost everyone’s heart was instantly filled with waves of rage, their eyes swirling with cold flames. They wanted to judge Augustus’s crimes, to make this shameless man pay for his actions.

Only Douglas and two other Archbishops’ expressions were weird to the extreme, an amalgamation of shock and even fear. A glance between the three of them could reveal the thoughts in each other’s minds.

It was a lie.

Moments after the passage had opened, they had clearly heard sounds from deep within the passage.

At that time, Princess Philis must have still been alive, so why would she suddenly be dead now?

Why is a woman who had been imprisoned for over twenty years without a speck of dirt on her, and even her Saintess costume pristine and clean?

Why did all sixty-plus Holy Men die, including some bishops of considerable strength? Did they truly die from underground traps?

Why did Princess Philis, already dead, show an expression not only of fear but also of bewilderment?

Gulp!

All three men swallowed hard almost simultaneously.

Is Her Majesty Rose Vesper truly the daughter of a deity?

Why would the daughter of the gods be so cruel, even to her own birth mother...

After all, an old fox is still an old fox.

Rose Vesper might be innately cruel and insidious, but in the presence of these people, she was still somewhat inexperienced.

...

Above the Oville Empire Imperial City.

A shadowy figure floated by.

Below the black chiffon dress were stockings that tightly wrapped around her slender legs.

This was a very beautiful woman, with a pair of long, beautiful legs. The stockings accentuated her leg shape, making it appear even more elegant.

She was very suited to stockings, as if the fabric existed solely for her.

This was the Daughter of Death, Ireta.

Her name somewhat resembled that of the Blood Elf Iyeta.

Here, a large number of souls were waiting to be purified.

And she could feel that there would be... even more in the future.

The slender figure wafted through the night sky like a goddess walking through the darkness. Suddenly, a building caught Iyeta’s attention. It seemed similar to a place that Qin Chu had once introduced to her, seemingly Qin Chu’s residence.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ireta flew toward Qin Chu’s palace.

...

On the other side, within the Grand Canyon.

After many days of effort, the originally hundreds of meters tall heart had now shrunk to a little over a person’s height, its shrinking rate and pace steadily increasing.

By then, the heart was no longer immovably steadfast as it was before.

The roots of the Little Tree Seedling were firmly entwined around it, along with the translucent chain-like things that spewed from Qin Chu’s mouth, desperately pulling at the Evil God’s Heart.

The heart moved along the ground, carving out deep indentations.

With every inch that Qin Chu got closer, the heart shrank slightly.

Huff!

As Qin Chu took a deep breath, the sucking force from his mouth intensified once more, and at long last, the heart reached its limit and detached from the ground, rapidly flying toward Qin Chu through the air.

In mid-air, the heart rapidly became smaller to the naked eye.

By the time it finally got next to Qin Chu’s mouth, it had shrunk to the size of a cherry tomato and was swallowed by Qin Chu in one bite.

The many days of hardship finally achieved the goal at this moment. Qin Chu took a deep breath, concentrated, and inspected his own body with his consciousness.

The Evil God’s Heart, now inside Qin Chu, located below the Fighting Element and Demon Core. The Little Tree Seedling, which had originally entwined around Qin Chu’s Fighting Element and Demon Core, had shifted its target, tightly binding the heart with its numerous frail roots.

That wasn’t all—the Gluttony Authority also wriggled over, infiltrating into the Evil God’s Heart like a voracious creature, ravenously devouring the plentiful Energy inside the Evil God’s Heart.

It seemed, although Qin Chu had swallowed the Evil God’s Heart, it would still take a long time to completely digest the power contained within.

Moreover, Qin Chu discovered a very weird thing—after ingesting the Evil God’s Heart, in addition to being entwined by the Gluttony Authority and the roots of the Little Tree Seedling, it even faintly established a special connection with his own heart.

This heart, which had been removed from a body for thousands of years and would beat only once every nine years, was now faintly following the rhythm of his own heartbeat, slowly starting to pulsate.

Qin Chu found it hard to describe this feeling, as if... he had acquired another heart. This Evil God’s Heart seemed to have become a secondary heart, even capable of supplying his body with an endless stream of Energy.

Although perplexed, it didn’t seem to have any adverse effects for now. Qin Chu made a mental note to pay more attention to this peculiar heart in the future.

Having temporarily settled down, Qin Chu vigorously stretched his arms, and a series of cracking sounds followed.

Maintaining the same position for a long time, Qin Chu felt his body was almost stiffening up.

Although a lot of time had been wasted and there was a weird new addition to his body, Qin Chu had no regrets. Oddly, he did not want to give this heart to anyone else.

"Let’s go back," he said.

Gesturing to Shaye, Antia, Iyeta, and Helois, Qin Chu opened a Magic Scroll of spatial teleportation, and with a hum, the figures of the group vanished from the spot.

Just as Qin Chu and the others disappeared, another lady in a black long dress slowly descended from the sky.

Who else could it be but another Shaye Nicholas?

Facing the completely collapsed and empty canyon, Shaye Nicholas shivered.

Her cheeks still bore a strange flush; her breathing was rapid, her bright red eyes glistened with a layer of mist.

Super Perception made Shaye’s body extremely sensitive, and during these days, she couldn’t count how many times she had been tormented.

That sensation of floating in the clouds eroded her heart incessantly.

Just when her body was almost adapting to the feeling, it suddenly disappeared, and for many days it did not recur.

Shaye Nicholas thought she could finally rest assured, no longer needing to endure that torment.

But what followed was a different kind of discomfort, making Shaye Nicholas feel even worse.

My body feels so uncomfortable!

What on earth did that man do to my body?