Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 611 - 441: The Goddess’s Messenger (4000 words)

Chapter 611: Chapter 441: The Goddess’s Messenger (4000 words)

The Elf King, had fallen into depravity.

In fact, the moment Alfred met Qin Chu, his descent into evil became inevitable.

It wasn’t just that Alfred’s spirit and will were extremely weak, and that corruption was eating away at him much faster than it had Karsas and Onions; even if his will had been firm and his spirit strong, Qin Chu would have relentlessly prodded at Alfred’s increasingly sensitive nerves, determined to turn this so-called Elf King into a grotesque monster in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of all.

Just as predicted, when Miluo called off the engagement, with Silf’s mockery and Qin Chu’s almost cruel provocation, Alfred’s will finally reached its breaking point and then collapsed.

Beast-like wails of misery echoed around him.

The sounds were filled with anger, murderous intent, and madness.

The surrounding spectators, one by one, couldn’t stop shaking violently; they felt as if their ears were stuffed with the gruesome noise, their heads spinning, and bodies nearly tumbling over.

With Alfred’s insane roaring, his body also began to undergo terrifying changes.

The already inexplicably cracked stretch marks on his body burst open in an instant.

Pfft...

Amidst the weird noises, blood spurted from Alfred’s body, drenching him from head to toe in a crimson hue as it poured down like waterfalls onto the ground.

The clothes on his body were also shredded into fragments; the skin, devoid of blood, seemed to shrink and cling to the bones, giving the Elf King the appearance of a skeleton.

Only his face, those eyes overflowed with intense excitement.

The sound of blood spurting.

Whether it came from an enemy’s body or one’s own, it was equally exquisite, intoxicating.

The blood that surged out gathered on the ground beside the Elf King. Seemingly drawn by some mystical force, it writhed on the ground like slender worms, twisting and turning until, under Alfred’s feet, it formed a massive X-shaped mark.

All his blood had become an offering.

The moment the mark emerged, a crimson radiance burst from the ground, forming a pillar of light that shot up into the heavens.

The sun in the sky was suddenly veiled in a layer of crimson.

A thick fog of blood rolled and writhed over the Kingdom, blotting out the sun. The clear day vanished in an instant, replaced by an ominous crimson darkness.

The sudden change, the ominous crimson fog pervading, the dark red clouds tumbling through the sky, and the deep, oppressive atmosphere that filled the air...panic began to spread throughout the Exeter Kingdom.

Nobody knew what was happening; they could only feel an indissoluble fear deep within their hearts and the blood within them boiling, ready to burst through their veins and skin at any moment.

This unknown event triggered an unpredictable chaos.

Inside the Royal Palace, Edson’s expression was solemn, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Elsewhere, Aileen’s brow was also tightly knotted, her gaze fixed on the blood-red sky, pondering something unknown.

The weakening of the Holy Light Goddess had enhanced the Void Seven Gods’ ability to interfere with the Lower Realm, not a good sign at all... Qin Chu’s expression grew slightly graver, though only slightly.

Next to the inn, Alfred’s metamorphosis continued; his withered body’s skin was vanishing, replaced by lurid, crimson scales that seemed to stick directly to the bones, apparently due to the complete loss of blood.

His body was like a parched sponge, eager to soak up the sweet taste of fresh blood; only blood could nourish those dried-up chunks of flesh and bones.

His fingers began to transform into crude, sharp claws, as sharp as knife blades.

His legs gradually became slender yet powerful animal limbs, covered in the very fur he loathed the most. Without a doubt, those slightly twisted legs would grant Alfred astonishing speed and agility.

On the back of the Elf King, a layer of bizarre, crimson protrusions began to emerge, seemingly with dark red liquid constantly flowing within them.

At times, through the semi-transparent skin swollen with blood, it seemed that one could glimpse the intertwined, thin crimson threads inside, wriggling in a spine-chilling manner.

Qin Chu’s eyes turned to the sky... was that being using Alfred’s body as a cultivation vessel, seeking to create more warriors that belonged to It, and wreak havoc in this world?

Alfred’s metamorphosis terrified the onlooking crowd... but it must be said, gawking is an instinct.

Even though the spectators’ scalps tingled and their skin crawled with goosebumps, they still crowded around, merely stepping back a little, while they still pointed and commented. The man who was once the Kingdom’s most handsome had turned into such a state; the contrast was truly horrifying.

Words like filthy, ugly, disgusting, and frightening echoed through the air.

Alfred’s eyes widened, the last bit of sanity left in his heart filling it with confusion and rage. In his eye sockets, which had already completely cracked, his large eyes brimmed with anger, and he glared around... Why? Why are you all looking at me like this?