Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 543 - 384: If the Heart is Crushed (3)

Chapter 543: Chapter 384: If the Heart is Crushed (3)

Four Level 80 or above powerhouses against two.

Thousands of elite adventurers, against two women over Level 70.

No matter how you look at it, the advantage is mine.

Carlos truly couldn’t think of any possibility of losing.

With Carlos’s order, a large number of thieves took action first, their figures instantly disappearing under the moonlight, stealthily infiltrating the palace like eerie ghosts.

Carlos was actually very cautious.

His judgment wasn’t wrong, if it was indeed just Helois and Iyeta.

Unfortunately, the spies he had sent failed to notice that, besides these few people inside the palace, there was another...

The Daughter of Death, Ireta.

Her figure was seated on the sofa in the grand hall of the palace.

But as long as she didn’t wish to be seen, even the most skilled thief could not catch a glimpse of Ireta.

The corners of the Daughter of Death’s mouth were always curled in a faint smile. In front of Ireta, Helois and Iyeta would instinctively feel fear and restraint.

Even though Ireta appeared very kind.

Yet, a chilling aura involuntarily emanated from her presence.

"Miss Ireta, just how high is your Level?" Iyeta, who was slightly more courageous, was very curious about Ireta’s true strength.

She only knew Ireta was powerful, but how powerful, she did not know.

Ireta smiled gently, the black pools of her eyes swirling, "Not much."

"Just ninety-nine."

Pfft!

Please, don’t be too modest now.

Iyeta was helpless.

Ninety-nine, just? That would make her and Helois, both over Level 80, seem rather inferior.

Just then, Ireta suddenly stretched her arms lightly, "Qin Chu’s thoughts were correct; some little mice have slipped in."

Alas.

She sighed, somewhat helplessly.

Even though she was the Daughter of Death, commanding the authority of Death, purifying the departed souls,

having seen too much death, Ireta did not enjoy watching life fade away; in her heart, every life was extremely precious.

But, when you try to deprive others of their lives, perhaps you also lose the right to live.

Her gaze drifted out the window; she knew she would be very busy today, and she wasn’t planning to offer those people much mercy.

One by one, thieves snuck into the palace, rapidly advancing towards the brightly lit grand hall.

Just as they were about to arrive, a most bizarre scene unfolded; their figures were struck by some force, only to feel a cold wind sweeping past, their invisibility was broken, and at least a hundred thieves were visible outside the door.

Then, these hundreds of thieves, without having suffered any attack, slumped to the ground.

Silently, they died.

This bizarre method of death was all the more spine-chilling.

Ireta’s body gently floated in midair and flew towards the outside, the night wind whipping, her black skirt lightly fluttering.

Seeing the mysterious lady suddenly appear, Carlos’s heart inexplicably throbbed, a spine-chilling fear rising in his chest.

This woman... who is she?

In the reports, there was no mention of this mysterious lady.

On her, one could hardly sense any special power.

Yet even so, that sense of fear kept swirling in his mind, refusing to dissipate.

A bad premonition rapidly grew inside him.

The death of hundreds of thieves did not stop other, even more numerous adventurers; under the moonlight, they swelled over the ground like dark tides.

Seeing that scene, Ireta’s expression grew even sadder.

Her black silk-covered toes gently tapped in midair.

She was accustomed to floating in the air, disliking wearing shoes.

The next instant, a ring of invisible ripples spread rapidly from the ground.

Whoosh...

It seemed like a gust of wind had passed.

A large group of adventurers seemed to feel a coldness, their bodies quivering abruptly, and the next moment, their bodies became rigid, the light in their eyes fading away.

Hundreds of figures, like harvested wheat, fell uniformly to the ground, never to move again.

Letting these people die without pain was the greatest mercy Ireta could offer, considering those from the Holy Court, they were perhaps already very fortunate?

Golden flames danced and flickered in Carlos’s eyes.

He was frightened.

The once overflowing confidence was now completely gone.

He couldn’t see, but he could feel it.

The rate of saliva secretion in his mouth was increasing rapidly, and his throat kept wriggling.

He felt that a Thief Saint had already silently sneaked up behind Yileta, with a sharp dagger thrusting toward her back heart.

But before the tip of the dagger could pierce Yileta’s skin,

the Thief Saint’s body was forced to appear, as if someone was clutching his neck, desperately struggling with an intense look of pain on his face—perhaps due to his strength, the Thief Saint endured a bit longer.

However, this was far from a good thing for him.

His considerable strength allowed him to distinctly feel his life force being drained away, being robbed, and in a brief moment, he felt himself inching closer to death.

Until at last, the last bit of light in his eyes completely dissipated.

Death continued to spread.

The other adventurers, who had initially wanted to rush in, were now trembling uncontrollably at this moment, faced with a deadly silence more terrifying than a battlefield strewn with limbs and flowing with rivers of blood.

Even when facing beings more powerful than themselves, they weren’t afraid to attack.

These were the adventurers, lives that wandered on the edge of life and death.

They were never afraid of death.

But now, they faltered.

Their bravery was crushed to dust in this silent death, their pride long gone, driven by fear, these interest-lured adventurers could no longer bear it, they dared not launch another attack and turned to flee.

Just wanting to be as far as possible from this beautiful yet eerie woman... yet death chased their steps relentlessly from behind.

They could only hear the thuds of their companions falling to the ground behind them, and soon... it was their turn.

Carlos’s fists were clenched tightly, his body trembling non-stop, not understanding why this was happening. Everything had been planned so well, yet suddenly, this mysterious woman appeared and ruined everything.

Carlos wanted to charge forward and tear this woman to pieces.

But this woman sent chills down his spine.

He could feel death drawing closer relentlessly.

Finally, Carlos could no longer hold on, and with a tip of his toes, his body flew backwards instantly.

He knew he was done for. Leading adventurers to attack the Hero’s residence was an unforgivable sin in the present-day Sky Dome Continent.

He was just following Rose Vesper’s orders, and Rose Vesper was the true criminal. But who could judge Rose Vesper now that she might have become the Female Pope?

Yet, Carlos’s heart was filled with intense unwillingness.

Unwilling to just wander aimlessly, he had many unfulfilled desires; he wanted to take Nadia with him, even wished to meet that mysterious and beautiful woman once more.

He loved them so deeply, while they were merely beguiled by the despicable means of the Hero.

Someday, Nadia and Shaye would realize how deep his love was for them; they would surely be touched and accept him.

Carlos fantasized in his heart, perhaps due to the influences of his transformation; his spirit had become very extreme.

Would Nadia agree? She surely would. If not, he’d have to take her by force. There was no other way; it was all for Nadia’s sake.

Yileta did not pursue Carlos.

She needed to guard this mansion.

Inside the palace, Antasia and Angelica, looking at Yileta’s methods, their eyes filled with envy. How wonderful it would be if they could have such power themselves?

Angelica lightly bit her lip, her figure bathed in the hazy moonlight, wondering if she too could possess power like Yileta’s, could she then always stay by her master’s side?

Perhaps influenced by Angelica’s hopeful thoughts, the hazy moonlight gradually transformed into strands of energy, seeping into Angelica’s fair and delicate skin.

Being stuck at level 79, she suddenly felt a hint of looseness at this moment.

...

In another place,

The Holy Court.

Qin Chu complimented the Little Tree Seedling, which seemed quite happy, its branches and leaves rustling energetically.

This behavior aroused curiosity in Shaye nearby. Shaye considered herself well-traveled and knowledgeable but had never encountered such an eerie being before.

From the hands of the Little Tree Seedling, she received the heart.

Dark red fluid dripped down along the vessels.

Rose Vesper’s sacrifice to the Void was abruptly interrupted by the Little Tree Seedling; the heart, meant as the offering, was snatched, causing the sacrifice to remain incomplete.

Qin Chu didn’t know what kind of effect this sacrifice would ultimately yield, and Rose Vesper had also disappeared.

More eerily, the heart was still beating.

And it was unknown what happened, but the heartbeat was unusually fast, a rate only seen during intense exertion.

"Miss Shaye, do you think Rose Vesper is dead?" Qin Chu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Don’t you already have the answer in your mind?" Shaye shrugged and said with a smile.

Indeed.

"What do you think would happen if I just crushed this heart?" Qin Chu, looking doubtful, wanted to consult the experienced Shaye.