Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 534 - 376 God said, there should be no light in this world (Thanks to Wei Wei Wei for the reward of 14,006 coins)

Chapter 534: Chapter 376 God said, there should be no light in this world (Thanks to Wei Wei Wei for the reward of 14,006 coins)

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Holy Hall became increasingly oppressive.

The most filthy, the most sordid bloodline?

Could it be that they are referring to the Holy Daughter?

But the Holy Daughter is clearly the Daughter of God, isn’t she?

Not to mention these people, even Qin Chu was somewhat surprised. There had always been various rumors about Rose Vesper’s origins, but Qin Chu had never imagined that Rose Vesper would be associated with the so-called gods.

The gods had mostly fallen a thousand years ago, with only the Holy Light Goddess and a being known as Moile whose fate still remained.

Both of these, appear to be Goddesses, right?

Then could it be that among the twisted and weird existences in the Void, one of them impregnated Philis, ultimately giving birth to Rose Vesper?

Androgynous monstrosities, distorted toads, masses of flesh bristling with tentacles, eyes with vertical pupils that abound in weirdness, twisted human faces burning with blue-purple strange flames...

For a moment, Qin Chu felt a certain pity for Philis. No matter which one it was, it would have been an unbearable torment for Philis.

All these damn things are Evil Gods.

Rose Vesper’s expression did not change in the slightest, only a fierce coldness flickered in her eyes. Augustus knew her identity; he would utter what words at this time, Rose Vesper had rehearsed in her mind countless times and had long prepared countermeasures.

The corner of her mouth even curled into a mocking smile, "The filthiest, the most sordid blood?"

"Augustus, are your tricks only limited to this?"

"You think you can tarnish my glory with this kind of tactic?"

"No, no one will believe it."

"Everyone knows that I am the supreme Daughter of God, Saintess Philis was graced by God’s favor, and I was ultimately born to her, running through my veins is the most noble bloodline, they have all personally witnessed the divine descent, touched the oracle, and felt the grace of God."

Rose Vesper’s voice was filled with high pitch and excitement, even becoming a bit shrill. Her arms spread out as if embracing something, and the brightest light flickered in her eyes.

From excitement, her body trembled.

Yes, right, just like this.

Celebrate.

Cheer.

Worship.

The circle of shocked gazes around her filled Rose Vesper with an unprecedented satisfaction. What she wanted was exactly this effect.

She had never feared revealing her identity; she only wanted to declare her nobility on a grander, more majestic occasion.

It was a pity that Wozworth and Zimmerman, those two things, did not come; otherwise, the scene would have been even more delightful for her.

Accompanying Rose Vesper’s voice, a hazy, mixed glow of purple-red and green-black seemed to flicker on her body, shining brilliantly, permeating with weirdness.

Silf, Asina, and Catherine exchanged glances, and shock was evident in their eyes as well. They hadn’t expected Rose Vesper’s origins to be so exaggerated, and they finally understood why Rose Vesper’s recent attitude had such a drastic change.

The Daughter of God... Perhaps it was this identity that gave Rose Vesper an unprecedented pride and confidence, to the extent that she could no longer maintain the pretense on her face.

Saint Monica’s expression was also gloomy.

Around them, the faces of hundreds of high-level Holy Men changed slightly.

They had all touched the scroll.

Rose Vesper’s words were not only for Hero Qin Chu, Saint Monica, and the opposite Augustus to hear, but also for them.

Their fates were already linked to Rose Vesper; whether what they felt was the true God or not, it had to be at this moment.

Whether the blood flowing through Rose Vesper was filthy, sordid, and heretical, or was the blood of God, it must be the latter.

Augustus still stared quietly at Rose Vesper’s face:

"Grace?"

"You actually call that grace?"

"God?"

"You actually say those twisted, ugly things are gods?"

Those?

Qin Chu’s thoughts moved slightly as he looked at Philis with even more pity.

This woman, had endured too much.

"Do you know that right after the so-called grace you mentioned, Philis went mad for over twenty years?"

Augustus spoke with deliberate emphasis, wanting to unveil the real face of Rose Vesper and let people understand how vile the blood was that flowed through this woman.

But, upon seeing the gazes of the Holy Men around him, Augustus suddenly let out a long sigh; he understood that these people had been manipulated by Rose Vesper, they had become her most loyal dogs.

All of this was because he had been busy seeking revenge and neglected his control over the Holy Court.

Hero had given him several opportunities before to strengthen his control over the Holy Court, yet he failed to grasp any, and now the backlash had finally come.

At this moment, he was completely isolated.

In the vast Holy Hall, enemies surrounded him everywhere.

That feeling was indeed somewhat desolate.

At this moment, only Hero Qin Chu was of two minds, and Saint Monica furrowed her brows.

But it seemed that whether it was Saint Monica, the Hero, or the Hero’s companions behind him, at most, they would only be onlookers, neutral, and probably would not stand on his side, would they?

Indeed, Rose Vesper had beguiled so many within the Church with her false identity, filled with impurity as the Daughter of God. Unanimous in their voices, even they couldn’t help but harbor doubts, could they?

"Shut your mouth, Augustus," at this moment, Douglas, who was holding the Holy Grail filled with Holy Water, stepped forward with a dark and twisted expression, "Do not let others look down upon you in the last moments of your life."

"You have desecrated the will of God and stolen the Pope’s throne."

"You have imprisoned and even killed the Divine Mother."

"Surrender now and accept your trial."

Douglas’s voice grew increasingly louder, and the word "trial" seemed as if it was about to burst through the ceiling. Just as the voice fell, Douglas smashed the Holy Grail he was holding onto the ground.

Crash!

The silver Holy Grail shattered into fragments.

The crisp sound echoed inside and outside the Holy Hall.

This sound acted like a signal.

Amidst a series of muffled footsteps, in no time, countless Holy Knights and Battle Priests appeared, surrounding the vicinity of the Holy Hall.

Their ranks were neatly arranged, their weapons all pointed towards Augustus, magic power blending together in the sky, a powerful magic seeming ready to envelop the area at any moment.

Qin Chu wore a bizarre expression, what was this, signaling with a broken cup?

Without any intention to engage in this conflict, he waved his hand and left the Holy Hall with the people beside him; those Holy Knights did not dare to stop them.

Saint Monica followed suit, quickly departing.

Let the fight start.

No matter how they beat each other to a bloody pulp, it has nothing to do with me.

In the face of this situation, Augustus was not surprised at all, his face betraying a slight, helpless smile. The next second, Augustus straightened up.

His normally frail, hunched body suddenly seemed exceptionally tall and imposing.

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile, "Rose Vesper, I truly underestimated you."

"Well then, today, let me cleanse the impurity of the Holy Court."

Seeing that Augustus seemed prepared to resist, Douglas’s expression changed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a great number of Holy Knights swarmed out instantly. The sharp spearheads whistled through the air, heading straight for Augustus’s withered body that resembled an old tree trunk.

Augustus’s face even bore a weird smile, unable to kill those bizarre Evil Gods, killing the Evil God’s daughter seemed not too bad.

Ignoring the approaching Long Spears, Augustus suddenly cried out at a high pitch, "Hero!"

"Today, no matter what my end may be, whether it’s me or Rose Vesper who stands at the end, you... Qin Chu, will be crowned the 103rd Pope of the Holy Court."

The magic power-infused voice even echoed above the Imperial City, instantly reaching into the ears of countless Believers.

F*cking Hell.

Is this old geezer dragging me down with him when he’s about to die?

Isn’t that utterly shameless?

Such a tactic, truly vicious.

If Rose Vesper survives, it will undoubtedly lead to a complete fallout between us...this is equivalent to creating an irreconcilable conflict between myself and Rose Vesper. Even if I publicly declare my disinterest in the papal throne, Rose Vesper would probably never feel at ease.

Of course, right now, Qin Chu couldn’t care less about that.

Let the chaos reign, the bigger the better, the more tumultuous the better.

Inside the Holy Hall, Rose Vesper’s face turned green, apparently not expecting Augustus to resort to this move now.

"Kill... kill... kill him..." Unable to suppress the anger within, Rose Vesper screamed loudly.

The aged figure of the Pope had already left the ground, floating in mid-air.

Watching the Long Spear about to penetrate his body, with a flick of his sleeve and a whoosh, dozens of Long Spears instantly snapped, and numerous Holy Knights were sent flying.

The scepter symbolizing the Pope’s identity and power had already materialized in Augustus’s palm, a legendary scepter that allowed direct communication with the Holy Light Goddess.

Although it had never been realized in Augustus’s hands.

Yet, as a pure Magic Weapon, it was among the finest.

The surging Magic Power began to spread around Augustus’s body, the air around him displaying a weird distortion, an invisible shock expanding from the Pope’s body.

All around there was a series of crackling sounds as vast amounts of glass were shattered into fragments.

Augustus’s body moved through mid-air.

He took the first step.

"God said..."

"This world..."

Splash!

A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted from Augustus’s mouth.

This was an extremely terrifying and powerful magic. The moment these few words were uttered, Rose Vesper seemed to feel a fear and trembling originating from deep within her soul, her body shook violently.

"Quick, stop him," Rose Vesper shrieked, various weird glows flickering on her body, seven bizarre sigils rapidly flashing behind her.

And Douglas, along with other High-Level experts, swooped in from all around, enveloping the Pope.

At this moment, a weird smile appeared on Augustus’s face; bloodied lips uttered the last few words:

"There shall be no light!"