Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 580 - 418 My Money! (2)

Chapter 580: Chapter 418 My Money! (2)

Qin Chu’s methods sent shivers down the spines of the nine individuals, completely different from any enemy they had faced before.

Previous adversaries, no matter what, would at least maintain a modicum of decorum and not create such a chaotic mess, but Qin Chu did not care about that at all. This man commanded the entire scene with absolute power.

No amount of preparation on their part was of any value in the face of Qin Chu’s utterly unreasonable methods.

Kain sought to appeal to Wozworth and Saint Monica for justice, but seeing the two of them sitting comfortably in their chairs with smiles on their faces, Kain’s heart sank.

Without a doubt, these two were merely attending the coronation ceremony of the new Pope; they had no intention of getting involved in the internal matters of the Holy Court.

On the contrary, the more chaotic the Holy Court became, the happier these two seemed.

In short, these two were just here to watch the spectacle.

Without external support, their resistance against Qin Chu was at an absolute disadvantage, but they were not willing to submit and hand over the Papal throne so easily.

"Qin Chu, don’t you think you’re going too far?" Alger took a deep breath.

These nine individuals had been in disarray because they all aspired to ascend to the Papal seat, but now they were united in an unusual solidarity.

They could all see that the only solution was to incite the Believers to resist Qin Chu together; no matter how tyrannical he was, he couldn’t possibly kill all these thousands of Holy Men, could he?

"You’ve sealed this place, what exactly are you trying to do? Do you want to demonstrate that you have the power to kill us all?"

"If you think that you can make us submit this way, you’re severely underestimating us. We are proud Holy Men; our honor does not allow us to submit under the threat of a Demon like you."

"The Holy Court’s thousands of years of glory—we would rather sacrifice our lives than let you freely defile it."

Alger’s words were righteously eloquent, resonant with the might of a warrior ready for a noble sacrifice.

His words seemed to have some effect; led by some, the Holy Men who had been kneeling on the ground in unison began to rise in groups. Voices opposing Qin Chu rolled in like waves, although they seemed slightly quieter than before.

However, even so, some Holy Men still knelt devoutly on the ground, motionless.

The corners of Qin Chu’s mouth curved into a smile. He instructed Veronica to take note of everyone who was still kneeling on the ground—no matter what their previous status, from today onwards these people would be under Veronica’s direct command.

Qin Chu then turned his gaze to the figures standing straight ahead, glaring angrily at him. His expression grew increasingly cold.

The Divinity and Authority within him were stirring. It was as if his form, under the moonlight, became more imposing, emanating supreme majesty.

It seemed as though what stood before them wasn’t merely a human, but more like a towering peak reaching into the clouds.

The ground beneath Qin Chu’s feet cracked and spread rapidly, the earth trembling around him.

An endless pressure radiated out, making the silhouettes facing the assault sway dangerously.

Seconds later, a majestic voice, like thunder, rolled in the ears of the congregation.

"Kneel."

Thud!

Over half of the Holy Men immediately fell to their knees.

The other half left standing were probably die-hard supporters of the Archbishops and Vice Captains.

Tyrannical rule, rule by terror?

Qin Chu didn’t care.

All he wanted was to purge from the Holy Court those who did not submit to him, nothing more.

These people were nothing but a curse within the Church Court, stumbling blocks to him. On their heads, he couldn’t feel the slightest bit of faith in the Holy Light Goddess.

This meant... their existence held no value.

And if something had no value, there was no need to waste food on it.

With a flick of his finger,

Antia, atop the high wall, received the signal.

The chains wrapped around her body danced like pythons.

Pu pu pu pu...

In an instant, scarlet mists of blood began to spread across the night sky.

The merciless metal chains pierced through one chest after another, blood splattering widely.

Figures that once stood on the ground collapsed in swathes, their death throes mingling together, sounding like the wails of Dead Souls.

How many were still standing? Not a good number to say, but there must have been a few thousand, right?

Qin Chu didn’t bother to count precisely, only knowing the number was definitely not small.

Kain Alger and the others’ pupils constricted dramatically, watching their followers die rapidly, their ears filled with the shrill screams. They felt a chill spread through their entire bodies.

They truly hadn’t expected Qin Chu to have the guts to commence a massacre at such a time.

In their view, didn’t Qin Chu want to become the Pope? Shouldn’t he be pleasing the Holy Men of the Holy Court under such circumstances to seek their support?

Why had it come to this, why?

Almost despairing cries came from their throats; they wanted to rush forward to stop Qin Chu, but as the thick, crimson mist spread in the air, their bodies seemed to be fixed to the ground by an immobilization spell, unable to move.

Their fingers trembled, teeth chattered and pupils dilated with shock.

From their throats, they emitted a barely audible sound, like the dying whimpers of wounded beasts.

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