Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 613 - 442: Silf, I Raise Her (2)

Chapter 613: Chapter 442: Silf, I Raise Her (2)

The Holy Court was the most influential church on the Sky Dome Continent, followed by the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

However, neither of these great churches had extended their influence to the Exeter Kingdom, as it was simply too far away, making the handling of various affairs extremely inconvenient.

The Holy Court had once sought to establish a chapel within the kingdom, and the king had readily agreed, but in the end, the plan had fizzled out due to various reasons.

Officially, the Exeter Kingdom revered the Holy Light Goddess, but in fact, there wasn’t even a single church of the Holy Court within the kingdom; there was no constraint whatsoever concerning faith.

You could believe in whichever god you preferred, as long as you did not cause trouble within the kingdom or create problems for the royal family, the kingdom would allow your existence.

But now, as the holy angels appeared in the skies above the kingdom, the gentle Holy Light dispersed the fear enveloping their bodies and souls, and for the first time, the kingdom’s residents had a true faith.

Indeed, fear is the best catalyst.

In situations where life might end at any moment, people instinctively grasp at that lifeline, and the speed of the spread of such superstition would dramatically increase.

No matter how long this faith could last, at least at this moment, their faith was absolutely devout, unadulterated by any impurities.

Many figures knelt on the ground, devoutly worshipping the holy figure in mid-air.

And all this faith flowed into Qin Chu’s body, making the Holy Light on his wings behind him appear even brighter.

On the ground, the Elf King... no, Alfred as he was now, completely lacked any trace of an Elf’s beauty; he had fully transformed into a monster.

The Holy Light raining down from the sky instinctively repulsed him.

Under the radiance of the Holy Light, his scales were rotting away in large patches, and the pain caused Alfred’s body to continually struggle.

Finally, the terrifying monster raised its head, its ferocious gaze fixated on the figure in the sky, and with a suppressed roar in his throat, Alfred’s body leapt directly towards Qin Chu in the sky.

His sharp claws stretched out directly toward the pure white wings on Qin Chu’s back, as if trying to completely rip them apart.

Seeing the swiftly approaching figure, Qin Chu’s face still had the sorrowful look of pity for the world, pushing the appearance of a God Stick to its limits.

Right hand gently lifted.

The chains of Heavenly Prison.

Accompanied by a deep whisper, silver-white chains appeared out of thin air, twisting through the air like pythons.

On the Elf King alone, there was no need for the Reverse Prophecy Technique.

Hissss...

The sound of piercing through flesh and body.

Alfred’s transformed body was instantly penetrated by the chains.

Both shoulders, both legs.

Four massive bloody holes.

The entire body hung in mid-air as if it was a piece of cured meat.

Such was the disparity in power.

Qin Chu was indeed truly at level 90, and with his attributes grotesquely beyond his level, he might not reach demigod status, but except for Little Saye and Demon King Nag, he was almost invincible on the Sky Dome Continent.

Though Alfred had increased in strength through his transformation, whether he could break through level 90 was still debatable; previously, Karsas, even after his transformation, was no match for Violet either.

Alfred had merely grazed the edges of level 90, far from enough to challenge Qin Chu, and there was no need even for a second move.

This reminded Qin Chu of his own situation during his first week, when he too was suspended mid-air in a state of ruined reputation and was killed.

Alfred’s body was still struggling violently, the Holy Fire burning on the chains piercing through his body, bringing him intense pain with every passing second.

He even felt his soul melting.

The agony turned into roars rolling across the sky.

The terrifying sound deepened the fear below.

While countless citizens trembled, they instinctively raised their heads, continuously shouting at the top of their lungs, "Kill him, burn him, burn him..."

The voices from all directions merged together, rolling like waves.

All they wanted was for this terrifying demon to disappear quickly; as for who this demon was or why the Elf King had turned into such a state, no one cared, no one bothered.

Qin Chu’s figure still maintained a holy and elegant posture, slowly drifting forward.

He raised a hand, placing it on the forehead of the Elf King.

The gesture even caused some dissent among the people; that’s too merciful, isn’t it?

Could Mr. Brave actually be thinking of saving the Elf King?

Please, the guy has already turned into a monster, save him? Is it necessary?

"In the name of the Holy Light Goddess, be dispelled, filth; vanish, evil..."

Driven by magic power, a hollow voice echoed through the entire royal city.

The next instant, the brightest Holy Light burst forth from Qin Chu’s palm, enveloping Alfred completely with its brilliant light, causing his body to convulse violently from the severe pain.

He could clearly feel his soul enduring an unprecedented agony, like snow melting fiercely in fire.

The pain on the soul was truly terrifying.

This pain, albeit brief, awakened the spiritual wisdom of the Elf King.

His eyes filled with pain and hatred, he stared at the figure before him, and pitifully observed his current form, a hideous monster... He would even prefer to die directly rather than see himself in such a state.

For an elegant, even obsessively clean Elf, nothing could be more despairing than this appearance.

Why had he transformed into this form?

"Awake, are you?"

This time, Qin Chu didn’t use magic to propel his voice; only he and Alfred could hear it.

"Look, see the expression in Silf’s eyes?"

For anyone wishing to kill him, Qin Chu offered no mercy.

The moment Alfred drew his sword against him, he was fated to die. Moreover, this man had already conspired with his enemies.

Qin Chu would use the cruelest methods to destroy both his body and his soul.

Instinctively, Alfred’s gaze scoured downwards until he finally found Silf; he hoped to see worry, reluctance...

Even a tiny bit of sadness from her face would have comforted Alfred.

But there was none.

All that existed on that beautiful face was disgust.

The way she looked at him was as if she were looking at some filthy thing.

Hahaha...hahahaha...

Although he had already known, this feeling was truly heartbreaking.

"Are you curious why the will of the Evil God has corrupted your body, turning you into such an ugly monster?" Qin Chu’s voice once again spread chillingly. He wasn’t afraid of others hearing him; at this moment, he had sealed off the area, and no sound could escape.

Alfred’s face, now completely warped and bulging with crimson tumors, suddenly stiffened. His gaze locked on Qin Chu—what did this mean, was he implying that he was responsible for all this?

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

"It was I who cast the mark of the Evil God upon you, don’t you remember? It was the night we first met, when you felt a sting somewhere on your body as you left."

"You turned into this ugly, abominable form, despised and loathed by Silf, all because of my doing..."

While still maintaining a sorrowful and compassionate smile, the words that came out were enough to send shivers down Alfred’s spine.

An indescribable sense of fear even overwhelmed the dual pain etched onto his soul and body.

Was this guy really a hero?

Wasn’t he some dreadful demon?

Alfred opened his mouth and roared loudly, wanting to tell Silf the hero’s true colors, to let Silf understand that she was only being deceived by Qin Chu, that he was a bastard.

But, he could no longer speak like a normal human.

Even the sound of his roar couldn’t escape, and the people below could only see the Elf King’s body grotesquely and frantically twisting in midair.

This was indeed the deepest, hardest to accept form of despair.

No, there was still Aileen, there was Tatter; they could definitely kill Qin Chu, as long as Qin Chu died...

"Ah, do you think that with Aileen’s help, you can easily kill me?" Qin Chu suddenly seemed to recall something, smiling as he spoke.

This sentence abruptly halted Alfred’s roar.

His eyes widened, filled with fear, how could he know about Aileen’s existence?

"I know far more than you can imagine."

These days, though Asina had never shown her face, her contributions were definitely the greatest, using the rats throughout the city to control all the intelligence within.

Finding that small crystal wasn’t easy, but knowing the movements of these individuals was very simple.

Alfred’s meetings with Aileen, Aileen’s plans, Alfred’s dealings with Tatter...everything was crystal clear.

"You think that by gathering all your forces you can kill me, but you don’t realize that you’re merely stepping into a trap I laid, waiting for you to fall into the net." Qin Chu ruthlessly twisted the knife, making Alfred’s already desperate soul even more riddled with holes.

Alfred’s body started to tremble involuntarily, his scalp nearly exploding as he realized for the first time the kind of enemy he was facing.

All his plans on this side were under this man’s control.

In such a scenario, still harboring illusions of killing Qin Chu?

Impossible, a completely impossible task.

All hopes turned into the most mournful despair at this moment.

This was simply not an enemy he could contend with.

"Well, I’ve said so much, it’s about time to send you on your way," Qin Chu said.

"Rest easy going forward, as for Silf and Miluo, don’t worry about them, I’ll take good care of them."

Just as the Elf King neared the brink of death, Qin Chu mercilessly stabbed once more.