Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 604 - 436 The Most Perfect Creation Between Heaven and Earth (5)_2

Chapter 604: Chapter 436 The Most Perfect Creation Between Heaven and Earth (5)_2

As for Selma and Fini, they also instantly prepared for battle. The two white cat ears on Selma’s head stood erect; her body bent, and her hands took the shape of sharp claws, her fingernails at the tips sharper than blades, quickly extending.

On the other side, Fini’s expression was somber, her eyes squinting into a slit, with strange blue-green flames rapidly fluttering around her.

While Fini and Selma’s strength was not comparable to that of Milo, they could also be considered skilled, roughly on par with the Holy Son Oniens and Angelica who had not yet broken through the realm of the Great Sage.

The next instant, right before the three women, the silhouette of a graceful figure slowly emerged amidst the light.

A tall body, with curves that were just perfect.

Her silver-white hair, like a cascading waterfall, fluttered in the surging magic power, eventually scattering behind the lady.

The floating hem of her skirt also slowly fell, concealing those round and firm beautiful legs.

The most beautiful thing was her face.

Fini and Selma could both be considered quite charming women, yet the instant they saw that face, their confidence as women seemed to be crushed into fragments in a moment.

There wasn’t a woman who would dare to call herself beautiful in front of this lady, none whatsoever.

This was the most perfect creation between heaven and earth.

All three women were a bit stupefied by the sight, with Milo’s eyes especially fixed on those fair cheeks, her heart filled with envy.

Although they were ready for combat, the three women did not dare to strike rashly.

Several seconds later, the mysterious lady finally slowly opened her eyes, her crimson orbs shining with a charming allure that seemed to carry an irresistible temptation.

She appeared somewhat weary, lifting her slender, pale fingers to lightly yawn.

Every gesture was incomparably enchanting.

Such beauty was beyond the description of words.

Soon, her slender eyes glanced at Qin Chu, seeing a Fox Lady to his left, and a Cat Girl to his right, she couldn’t help but let out a contemptuous laugh, "Qin Chu, it seems you’ve been living quite the comfortable life, haven’t you?"

"Who has undergone ancestral regression aberrantly?"

Qin Chu chuckled and walked out from between the two princesses.

The three princesses had various expressions, looking as if Qin Chu knew this mysterious lady, and she was the incredibly powerful Magician he had talked about?

Well, based solely on her sudden appearance before them, this woman was indeed not to be underestimated, although they couldn’t make out just what level Little Saye’s strength was.

There was no helping it; the gap in strength was simply too vast.

"This is Princess Milo," Qin Chu pointed at Milo across from him: "Little Saye, I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly."

"Staying in the palace was boring, and after receiving a message from another me, I came over; and I’ve warned you many times, don’t call me Little Saye."

"Alright, I got it, Little Saye."

Sigh...

Little Saye let out a sigh of resignation, temporarily giving up on the idea of getting Qin Chu to change how he addressed her, and walked directly towards Milo. Her skirt fluttered gracefully and generously as she moved.

Milo herself was also a princess, with a fearless and bold character.

But at that moment, she strangely felt restrained and anxious, her Wolf Fang Club also subconsciously put away: "Um, you... hello..."

"Don’t move..."

Accompanied by a cool voice, Little Saye’s pale fingers seemed to want to touch Milo’s forehead, only to lift them up with a certain resignation: "Could you crouch down..."

Though she wasn’t short by any means, next to Milo she had somehow become a dwarf.

You just told me not to move... Milo complained silently in her heart, but obediently crouched down.

Only then did Little Saye place her fingertip on Milo’s forehead.

Following this, Milo could feel a mysterious force, which quickly spread throughout her body from her forehead.

It was a very strange feeling that persisted for nearly a quarter of an hour before Little Shaye finally retracted her fingers, crossing her arms in front of her chest, one hand propping up her sharp, elongated chin as if deep in thought.

After a while, Little Shaye’s cool voice rang out, "Your ancestral regression does indeed present some problems."

"These issues are not only manifesting in your body but also affecting your soul and consciousness. Has your temper become increasingly volatile with age?"

Miluo was slightly startled; she herself couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, thinking it quite normal, but her two younger sisters kept nodding... Have you ever seen a princess who carries a Wolf Fang Club around all day?

Or a princess who would personally kill tens of thousands of demons, their bodies smashed into mincemeat, piled up into two mountains? If that’s not irascible, what is?

"You must have tried to shave off, or even pluck out, all the hair on your body, but I assume it quickly grew back."

Miluo nodded. She detested the hair on her body and naturally tried everything to scrape it off, but just like this woman, known to the Hero as Little Shaye, had said, it would all be back to normal by the next day.

"By my estimation, if no changes are made, your condition will continue to worsen. Your temper will become increasingly uncontrollable, and the fur on your body will grow even denser, longer, darker, and coarser."

Qin Chu was speechless. What kind of adjectives was Little Shaye using?

"In no more than seven years, you may completely regress into an actual gorilla, and your human rationality will gradually fade until you’ve completely become a ferocious beast."

Miluo turned pale to the extreme, her body uncontrollably trembling—this was her greatest fear.

Selma and Fini were also panicking.

Only Qin Chu frowned slightly, "Little Shaye, there’s a way, right?"

Little Shaye’s eyelids lifted, and she glanced at Qin Chu disdainfully:

"Who do you think I am?"

Pride, confidence.

That is Shaye.

After a pause, Little Shaye spoke again, "But I’m curious, have you taken a liking to her?"

Qin Chu humbly replied, "How could that be, Princess Miluo is royalty, I’m not worthy."

Miluo forced a smile, thinking it was the other way around—it should be her, the furry princess, who was utterly unworthy of the Hero who was also the Holy Court Pope, Qin Chu.

Of course, Qin Chu’s answer wasn’t the kind to cause dislike either.

Little Shaye was somewhat perplexed, after all, based on her understanding of Qin Chu, if this man wasn’t interested in the woman, she wouldn’t have been bothered this much.

Compared to Princess Miluo, she felt Selma and Fini might be more to Qin Chu’s taste.

Well, it didn’t matter.

She was just here to help: "I need to prepare to concoct the Magic Potion. You’ll have to gather the materials yourselves!"

...

Demon King Palace.

The innermost chamber.

A large figure lay on a Stone Plate.

Enveloped in dark chains, he let out repeated anguished cries from his throat.

On his large body, there was hardly a piece of intact skin; it was all cracked... no, more like wounds left by something sharp, blood oozing profusely.

This person was the Demon Prince, Diaberlic!

In his eyes was an intense fear, his body shaking uncontrollably, the chains rattling loudly.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and Diaberlic’s pupils contracted violently, his lips quivering non-stop; his fear seemed to have reached an unprecedented limit.

A dark shadow appeared beside the Stone Plate where Diaberlic lay, holding a sharp knife in its hand.

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