Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 538 - 380: Entwined Souls (4)

Chapter 538: Chapter 380: Entwined Souls (4)

"Violet, Norma, Saint Monica... leave this place,"

Qin Chu quietly observed the war unfolding before him and spoke calmly from a distance.

The women’s gazes instinctively fell upon Qin Chu, unable to comprehend why he would suddenly issue such an order.

It was only when they saw Qin Chu’s expression that their breaths hitched slightly, witnessing the red glow flickering in his pupils, fiery and luminous.

It seemed as though even Qin Chu’s body had grown hot.

They could sense that Qin Chu was eager to try, seeming also to wish to join the fray before him.

Given that, it was clear that the best choice for them was to leave. The war had already surpassed their limits of endurance.

Without delay, the women nodded and began to silently retreat.

From a distance, Asina also caught sight of the activity on Qin Chu’s side and after a moment’s thought, she gestured to Catherine and Silf on the other side, and her figure vanished swiftly from the spot.

On the vast and empty ground, once the Holy Court’s site, now reduced to flat rubble, only Qin Chu, Antia, Rose Vesper, and Augustus remained.

And there were Douglas, loyal to Rose Vesper, four archbishops, and two vice-captains.

The battle between Rose Vesper and Augustus continued fiercely. Rose Vesper felt her head throbbing with excruciating pain, her mind filled with indescribable chaos and frenzy.

Immediately after, her consciousness sank into extreme darkness.

Originally, she strived to resurrect Lord Jie Luo, to ascend the throne of the Female Pope, yet at that moment, it all seemed meaningless.

Then, her consciousness filled with pain and despair, on the verge of breaking into loud cries.

She knew that her soul was being eroded by Augustus and her mental state rapidly deteriorating.

If this development continued, it wouldn’t take long before her soul completely shattered.

She attempted to struggle, to break free.

But that was no simple task.

She had ascended so quickly to her current level solely because of her unique heritage and an intense burst of stimuli had linked her fluctuating spirit with the presence in the void. Should the connection with the void break, she could be reverted back to her original form at any time.

When compared to Augustus, her spiritual strength was vastly inferior.

Of course, as Augustus was burning his own soul, this kind of direct and penetrating attack on the spiritual level could not be sustained for long. The question, however, was whether Rose Vesper could endure this brief period.

At that moment, Douglas had already made his way to the corpse of Philis.

He was aware of the danger of his actions.

But he had no choice; having placed all his bets on Rose Vesper, should she fall, he too would undoubtedly face retribution.

Of course, Douglas could choose to flee.

But to him, that would be a fate worse than death. After investing so much time in the effort to overthrow Augustus, how could he possibly give up?

Moreover, after coming into contact with the scroll, their fates were already tied to Rose Vesper. There was no room for escape.

It seemed Augustus held Philis in high regard; hence, Douglas prepared to destroy Philis’s corpse to distract Augustus’s attention. If Augustus was even slightly distracted, Empress Rose Vesper could surely seize the opportunity.

Destroying a corpse was a terrible act indeed, yet in such dire straits, Douglas could not afford to care, his face twisted with a spiteful grin, a sharp knife appearing in his hand.

Douglas opened his mouth, ready to shout out.

Thwack!

A sharp sword blade pierced directly through his head from behind, emerging out of his mouth.

Douglas’s body trembled, his eyes widened in shock; it was a turn of events he had not anticipated.

Who could it be?

His throat moved as if to shout, but any movement caused his flesh to come in contact with the blade in his mouth, intensifying the pain.

He felt his life swiftly ebbing away, death beckoning to him—no, no, no, no, this is not how he wanted to go.

The next moment, the sword blade cruelly twisted inside his mouth.

Incredibly, Douglas did not die immediately, but to him, it only signified pain that was more cruel, more absolute in its despair.

Then, the blade abruptly cut upward.

Douglas’s head split neatly down the middle, blood mixed with various substances gushing out.

His body convulsed and slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Glancing at the body on the ground, the cold voice thought, "You shouldn’t have gotten involved in this fight; you’re not qualified."

The cold gaze remained fixed on the front, Rose Vesper’s body shuddering violently, the relentless assault on her soul unbearable.

She let out hoarse cries of agony from her throat with each swing of the battle axe, wildly attempting to tear apart Augustus who seemed to be hiding somewhere, but she could not find her target. The sounds of her wailing grew more intense.

Suddenly, she raised her right hand, tearing open the major artery by her neck, blood spraying out instantly.

In the midst of this crimson glow, Rose Vesper let out a sharp, piercing scream.

"Blood sacrifice."

With her own blood, Rose Vesper sent out a prayer into the Void.

In a flash, right behind Rose Vesper, the White Bone Throne became increasingly clear, as if a massive skull was faintly visible, its mouth suddenly gaping open.

A surging fog of blood burst forth.

Whoosh!

In the Void, Augustus’ figure was forced to appear.

His hands were bent like eagle’s talons, as if gripping something fiercely.

The talons clenched forcefully.

Then, a scream was heard from Rose Vesper as Augustus tore out one of her eyes alive and then crushed it.

Augustus’ body, like a piece of torn cloth, fell to the ground, gasping heavily, his soul already burnt out. At this moment, Augustus was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.

On that face that had become so strange it could only be described as ugly, there was still a hint of loneliness, his gaze fixated on Rose Vesper... more precisely, on what was behind her!

Is this the disparity between mortals and gods?

Even after having given his all, was this the best he could achieve in the end?

Quite useless indeed.

Augustus’ gaze turned toward the direction of Philis’ corpse, and he saw the girl lying quietly on the ground, Qin Chu beside Philis’ corps, and also the fallen body of Douglas.

Augustus vaguely understood something.

A smile appeared on his face. He snapped off the finger that wore the storage ring and, with all the strength left in him, threw it toward Qin Chu.

Unfortunately, Augustus didn’t have much strength left. The finger began to fall mid-flight, but just then, a gust of wind carried Augustus’ finger, ultimately landing in Qin Chu’s palm.

He didn’t bother to check what was inside Augustus’ storage ring.

His gaze was fixed on Philis’ corpse in front of him.

A wisp of grey mist was gently wafting over the surface of the body.

He finally understood the strange sight he had glimpsed earlier; Philis had long been dead, but a fragment of her incomplete soul had remained in the deepest part of the corpse.

This wisp of Residual Soul appeared to be activated by the Holy Light emanating from Qin Chu, finally breaking free from the bonds of the long-dead and cold body at this moment.

The Residual Soul swayed slightly in midair, seeming to nod toward Qin Chu.

Then, without a sound, it floated toward Augustus.

Watching the approaching grey mist, Augustus’ cracked lips curved into a slight arc. He reached out his hand, touching the cluster of mist until the last light in his eyes completely vanished.

The grey mist curled upon Augustus’ chest, and after an indeterminate amount of time, it lifted the last, faint haze from his body, disappearing like fireflies into the night sky.

...

Rose Vesper had no time to attend to the situation here.

She was howling miserably.

A dark red fluid was flowing in her eyes; losing an eyeball had dealt Rose Vesper an unprecedented blow—it was not a wound carved by a knife, but an eye directly plucked out and crushed, something even Healing Magic would struggle to mend.

Moreover, Rose Vesper no longer had the ability to use the Holy Light Technique.

One of her hands covered her eye, crying out in bursts of agony.

Fear had almost reached its limit; her once perfect visage, now marred by the absence of an eye... No, she would not allow such a thing to be seen.

She would not permit anyone to glimpse her current state, never.

Suddenly, Rose Vesper sharply lifted her head, with the only remaining eye radiating an intense desire to kill, her gaze fixed dead on Qin Chu.

This man, he had seen her in her current state.

Unforgivable, unforgivable.

Accompanied by a dreadful scream, Rose Vesper’s Battle Axe swung directly towards Qin Chu.

A dazzling, blood-red arc flashed rapidly in front of her.

Just as it was about to split Qin Chu in half, a soft, golden light suddenly bloomed upon him.

Thunderous rumbles...

Crackling noises.

Pseudo Absolute Defense!

A power from Benson.

Qin Chu stood firm, unmovable as he faced the raging storm, with Antia standing silently beside him.

...

Meanwhile, Shaye Nicholas’ figure appeared in the Imperial Palace of the Empire.

Upon his arrival, he immediately sensed an extremely powerful presence, the unique perception shared among beings of the same level.

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