Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 542 - 383 The Mark on Rose Vesper (2)

Chapter 542: Chapter 383 The Mark on Rose Vesper (2)

Darkness was approaching.

Above, around, and even beneath her body, there was a thick blackness. Once the darkness surrounding her gathered together, it would truly form into a coffin and completely bury her.

She was not willing, not willing, not willing at all!

She did not understand, why had her end turned out like this?

She had meticulously planned everything, she had obtained unprecedented power, she herself was the most noble person in this world, flowing in her veins was the blood of the gods.

But why did this woman, who appeared from nowhere, possess a more beautiful appearance and a more powerful strength than her own?

She was unwilling, she was angry, she was jealous...

She didn’t want to die just like this. She hadn’t yet killed Qin Chu, hadn’t revived Jie Luo.

There were still so many things she wanted to do.

Facing Rose Vesper’s struggle, Shaye’s face only bore a slight smile, void of any pity, her slender fingers dancing as if playing the piano.

The pressure brought by the darkness was growing stronger.

At that moment, Rose Vesper suddenly let out a sharp scream, channelling all her strength into her right hand.

The suppression brought on by the special magic was slightly budged by Rose Vesper for a moment, and her right hand slowly lifted.

The next second, Rose Vesper’s fingers, which had almost turned into claws, without the slightest hesitation, hissed as they plunged into her own chest, on the left...

Blood spurted on her wrist, quickly withdrawn.

A blood-drenched heart was gouged out.

The heart was still trembling.

At this moment, the originally beautiful face of Rose Vesper looked as hideous as a devil, her right hand gripping the heart tightly, nearly crushing it, facing the sky now obscured by darkness.

Her face wore a twisted, manic smile:

"Exalted being,"

"I sacrifice my heart!"

"Only to gain your favor once again..."

Just as her voice fell, Rose Vesper felt a strange reaction in her stomach.

At her navel, a weird brand had been placed.

Moss green, crimson, deep purple, dark... Various lights began to emerge on Rose Vesper’s body.

The expression on Shaye Nicholas’s face suddenly changed, ethereal and fleeting, as if she sensed something, her delicate neck slowly lifting, her crimson eyes staring at the endless starry sky above.

Her expression was more solemn than ever.

She could feel that some eyes were already watching her.

As if, she too glimpsed something.

Almost at the same instant, numerous roots suddenly spread over, at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, swiftly passing in front of Rose Vesper, and in an instant, her palm was empty.

The offering had been snatched away.

The next moment, the bizarre colors suddenly disappeared, and with them vanished the figure of Rose Vesper.

The crimson that had enveloped the entire sky also gradually faded at this moment.

Soft, hazy moonlight once again covered the land, but at this moment, only devastation remained.

Only a few branches of the Little Tree Seedling, twining around a blood-red, still contracting and expanding heart, paraded it proudly around Qin Chu’s body, circling, seemingly longing for Qin Chu’s praise.

...

Huff... huff!

The woman’s heavy panting.

The body of Rose Vesper lay on a bed of soft, decaying leaves, her remaining eye struggling to move.

Surrounding her was a dense jungle.

An exaggeratedly neurotic smile appeared on her face. She was alive, not dead yet.

Although the sacrificial ritual was interrupted, she had still survived. Indeed, she was the most cherished daughter of the divine, her most loving father surely would not abandon her.

But, the injuries she had suffered this time were really too severe.

Not just the loss of an eye, even her heart had been taken... Looking down at the empty cavity in her chest, Rose Vesper’s gaze was filled with intense resentment. She didn’t know why she had not yet died even though she had lost her heart, maybe it was because of her special bloodline.

Qin Chu, and that woman named Shaye.

I won’t let you off. One day, I will make you suffer a hundred times, a thousand times more pain, I will crush everything you value before you.

One day, she would retrieve everything she had lost.

Her fist clenched tightly.

But, Rose Vesper also knew that it would not be an easy task.

What was worse, the power within her was depleting at an extremely fast rate, her once formidable strength was leaving her, giving Rose Vesper a feeling of extreme emptiness.

At this moment, Rose Vesper was nearly completely exhausted, with hardly any energy left in her body.

At this time, even a goblin might be more than she could handle, right?

Quite a predicament indeed.

Rose Vesper somewhat helplessly criticized herself.

After resting for a while longer, Rose Vesper finally managed to sit up, her eyelids hanging low, her remaining eye fixated on her abdomen.

On the pristine skin of her belly, a weird brand remained.

It looked somewhat like the shape of a heart, but on the left and right sides, there were also a pair of small wings spread open.

What was this mark?

Could this be a gift left to me by Father?

Yet, there was a somewhat salacious feeling to it.

Suddenly, a bright spark flashed in Rose Vesper’s eyes, but soon her expression turned skeptical again. Whether it was the touch of her fingers or her mental perception, she couldn’t discern anything special about this brand.

This confused Rose Vesper somewhat.

Cursed, if the sacrificial ritual had been completed perfectly, perhaps it wouldn’t be like this now.

Crack...

Just then, a crisp sound, akin to that of a twig being snapped, entered Rose Vesper’s ears.

This sound caused Rose Vesper’s pupils to contract sharply, almost purely instinctive, she desperately stood up, trying to muster the scant magic power left in her body, her remaining crimson eye glaring intensely in the direction of the sound, "Who?"

"Come out."

Creak creak.

Rustle rustle.

There was no response, but a series of eerie sounds came from the dense forest.

Having almost lost all her strength, these noises made Rose Vesper’s scalp tingle.

Creak creak... creak creak!

Slurp.

Within those bizarre sounds, there was even a disgusting noise, as if something was swallowing saliva.

Fear grew in Rose Vesper’s heart; she might have encountered some wild beast.

Her body trembled slightly.

Just then, dozens of short figures emerged from the forest.

Thanks to the bright moonlight above, filthy green figures caught Rose Vesper’s eyes, their eyes all flickering with a weird, greedy, and desirous light.

Goblins?

At that moment, Rose Vesper couldn’t help but scream in terror.

Goblins, beings with very weak strength among demons, only slightly stronger than slimes.

But, at this moment, this was the worst scenario for Rose Vesper, as various legends about goblins flashed through her mind.

For human women, goblins are the most terrifying and despair-inducing demons.

No... no no no no!

Her purity was to be reserved for Lord Jie Luo.

How could it be defiled by these filthy demons?

...

Elsewhere!

The Hero’s palace.

Antasia, Angelica, along with Helois and Iyeta were guarding the home.

The strength of Helois and Iyeta had improved notably after their previous journey to the Grand Canyon, but the two of them clearly weren’t suited for a place like the Holy Court.

As members left behind to guard the palace, these two demon girls knew the responsibilities resting on their shoulders well.

Tonight was destined not to be peaceful; perhaps, something bad would also happen here.

Although it was calm outside, the two demon girls could feel a barely perceptible oppressive atmosphere permeating the air.

Helois and Iyeta’s worries were not unfounded. As early as the Hero’s palace was being surrounded by thousands of elite adventurers, the best of the best.

Their strength was formidable and their combat experience was top-notch.

They ventured into unknown, mysterious territories, exploring and combating beings whose names most people couldn’t even pronounce.

The more dangerous the task, the more it stimulated their excited, sensitive nerves.

And the leader of this large group of adventurers was none other than Carlos, whose eyes had both been destroyed.

He stood like a ghost in the darkness, motionless.

Not much later, a subordinate came to report, "President..."

"Just as the information we obtained, there are only five people in the Hero’s palace, Angelica, Antasia, and two demons, plus a common maid who can be killed with a single slash... Shall we make a move?"

Carlos finally raised his head.

In those eye sockets replaced by scars, flickers of golden flames rolled.

Although Rose Vesper had informed him before, Carlos only believed in the intelligence he obtained personally.

The common girl could be directly ignored.

Angelica, Antasia, two women over 70 levels, not worth mentioning.

The influence of the adventurer’s guild might not compare to Wise Mountain, the Royal Family, and the two Churches, lacking top-notch experts.

But, besides himself, there were still three experts left, a Thief Saint, a Wind Shadow Archer, and a Star Knight.

Along with himself, that made four super experts.

There were also a considerable number of adventurers with decent strength.

Inside the Hero’s palace, only Helois and Iyeta were worth being cautious about.

Carlos calculated the gap in strength between the two sides in his mind. No matter how you looked at it, his side held an absolute advantage. This conflict, no matter how one saw it, was absolutely unwinnable for his opponents.

Just then, violent fluctuations came from the Holy Court, and the towering cathedral was reduced to ashes in an instant.

It seemed that the other side had started to make their move.

Carlos took a deep breath, his ugly eye sockets shimmering with golden flames, and raised a hand high, "Attack!"

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