Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 624 - 450 The Queen Descends, Unparalleled Elegance! (2)

Chapter 624: Chapter 450 The Queen Descends, Unparalleled Elegance! (2)

Aileen, who had lost both her arms, lay on the ground like a stick, twitching nervously.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with intense disbelief.

Why had this happened?

Hope had shattered, but why couldn’t she even exact her final revenge?

Why would members of the Hidden Society attack their own?

Why would the three puppets given to her by the mysterious person suddenly turn against her?

All of a sudden, Aileen began to laugh crazily, a sound more unpleasant than crying.

Ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Hoarse, shrill.

Angry and venomous, her voice echoed in everyone’s ears, and though Aileen was still alive, her bloodied appearance might make one think she was a living Evil Spirit.

So, it’s like that.

Aileen seemed to understand something.

She had thought she’d gathered a group of experts, confident that this time she would definitely eliminate Qin Chu, but in reality, all these people were traitors, turncoats, enemies.

The only one who could barely be called a comrade, Tatter, had already been killed.

Another companion, Alfred, had long been dead.

In the end, she was still all alone.

Aileen kept laughing hysterically, not understanding why the world was so cruel to her.

She cursed, why had the gaze of the Holy Light Goddess never focused on her?

All she wanted was to kill Qin Chu, to revive Jie Luo, and even that small wish was not allowed to be fulfilled?

Aileen simply did not understand that the one she was facing was a Favored of the Holy Light Goddess, and also the Goddess’ only hope of escaping her prison. Even without the sins committed by Aileen, the Goddess would never allow her to kill her own Favored.

Now, Aileen was even more miserable than Aili had once been.

Both her hands had been ruined, blood flowing freely.

But the wounds on her arms were not fatal, at least not to an entity of Aileen’s level, not enough to cause her immediate death.

Certainly, being alive could not be counted as anything good; every minute and second was spent enduring intense physical pain and the despair of being close to death.

Not only Aileen but even Qin Chu, Asina, and others were looking at each other in dismay.

None had anticipated this scene.

Qin Chu turned to look at Little Saye, who had remained in the room. She just frowned and shook her head slightly, indicating she was not responsible.

Her expression darkened... just slightly.

Qin Chu pondered thoughtfully.

At that moment, more weirdness occurred.

Puchi!

A strange noise suddenly came from the bodies of Aileen’s three puppets, and the black cloaks they wore were shattered by some inexplicable force, revealing their true forms.

Ugh!

Upon seeing the grotesque forms of these three monsters, waves of retching filled the air, and Qin Chu even sensed the churning in Asina’s and Silf’s stomachs, as if they were on the verge of vomiting at any moment.

What did they look like?

Their bodies were covered in gray-black, writhing chunks of flesh.

It was as if they were put together from countless corpses in a haphazard manner, but the joints where the body parts connected were unusually smooth, seemingly like monsters that had abnormally developed in a short amount of time.

Flesh, skin, bones... all growing randomly together, some bones even growing on the outside of the skin.

Beneath the face, the skin on the concealed body was also full of cracks.

Clearly, the one who created these three monsters was not a patient person; he had simply stitched the faces together to make them somewhat presentable while not caring as much about the body—as the black robe would cover it anyway.

Contacting these three bodies was a viscous yellow-green liquid flowing down their torn and tattered skin and flesh, giving off a strong stench.

Their pupils were dull and obscure.

Many soldiers around them were dizzy with disgust and fear, their hands trembling and unable to hold their longbows steady.

At that moment, the three weird puppets raised their arms.

That action immediately provided too much for the soldiers, whose spirits and wills were on the brink of collapse to bear; their hands shook, and a barrage of arrows shot out haphazardly towards the three puppets.

The arrows struck the bodies of the puppets with a sound of metal clashing.

The sharp arrowheads could not penetrate their seemingly cracked and tattered skin.

The three puppets seemed to ignore the arrows flying at them from all sides, showing no intention of retaliation. They gradually raised their arms, their movements incredibly slow.

They seemed as if they were dragging a burden of millions of pounds on their arms, making each inch of movement exceptionally difficult.

Strangely, Qin Chu had the illusion that the three puppets were struggling against some invisible entity.

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But in this confrontation, these three weird beings were clearly at a disadvantage. Although it was slow, their hands eventually began to lift and clasp their heads from both sides.

Then... the palms began to exert force from both sides.

Creak, creak, creak...

The heads of the three puppets started to rotate in a bizarre manner.

The chilling sound of bones rubbing against each other began to drill into everyone’s ears.

The already cracked skin on their necks split further, revealing muscles tangled tougher than steel wires within.

Perhaps in just a few seconds, their necks had twisted to an extent utterly unbearable to normal beings, akin to that of twisted hemp ropes.

However, the process did not stop there.

It was unclear how much time passed, but the heads had completed a 360-degree turn.

The first turn, the second turn, the third turn...

Skin, flesh, and veins had almost entirely snapped, blood streaming down, with only a cervical vertebra supporting the massive head.

Crack...

Finally, with a sound that made everyone’s skin crawl, the spiral-shaped cervical vertebrae reached their limit and broke.

The heads separated completely from the necks.

The six hands of the three puppets instantly fell limp, and with a thud, the heads smashed onto the ground, rolling far away.

The towering bodies collapsed like falling dominoes, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This bizarre manner of death... truly was quite creative.

The remaining two members of the Hidden Society who were still standing quickly followed suit.

Clearly, these two were far less powerful than the three puppets, easily breaking their own necks.

There wasn’t a single sound around, even Aileen’s maniacal laughter had stopped at this moment.

Everyone felt a creepy chill and a tinge of pain at the back of their necks.

No one had the courage to utter another word at this time.

After a long while, Qin Chu took a deep breath, gave Silf a look, and she immediately understood. She then took Little Princess Suna into her arms, took off, and landed before King Edson, returning the Little Princess to the king.

The king from before, at this very moment, once again became a guilt-ridden old father, clutching his daughter tightly, fearful that she might disappear from in front of him again.

"King Edson, the matter here has concluded."

"Thank you for your assistance this time, Qin Chu will keep it in his heart," said Qin Chu, his hands crossed over his chest.

King Edson shook his head slightly: "No, Your Holiness the Pope, it is I who should be saying thanks."

The old king was very sharp. Although Qin Chu hadn’t said it outright, he had sensed that the hero had other matters to attend to, which were definitely scenes he did not wish the king to witness.

After a simple expression of thanks, the old king led away the princes, the princesses, and the soldiers, leaving the area completely to Qin Chu.

Only when their figures had completely vanished did Qin Chu let out a long sigh, turning his gaze to the silent night sky: "Pride Witch, you can show yourself now, can’t you?"

When Aileen’s three puppets and the members of the Hidden Society died in that weird way, Qin Chu had already understood that they were being manipulated by some mysterious and weird force.

Although it seemed their bodies were controlled, it was actually their will that was influenced.

The three puppets, due to their strength, were still resisting with their basic consciousness despite their dull appearance. Unfortunately, the gap in strength between them was too great, and even three against one, their resistance was suppressed by the Pride Witch, ultimately leading to the twisting and breaking of their own necks.

As for the two members of the Hidden Society, they were even easier to defeat.

And the being with the ability to manipulate others like this could only be one person: the Pride Witch.

Although Qin Chu didn’t understand why the Pride Witch would do such a thing, at least it seemed that she was not an enemy.

The surrounding night sky remained silent, with only Qin Chu’s voice echoing, eerily quiet.

After a while, Qin Chu seemed to sense something, and his gaze suddenly shot up towards the sky.

There, under the enveloping moonlight, a figure emerged, faint and elusive.

What first appeared was just a faint outline, yet even those few simple strokes were enough to depict an enchanting figure.

Little Saye frowned slightly, appearing beside Qin Chu, although she didn’t believe this suddenly appearing lady posed a threat to her.

She could feel that this witch’s power was comparable to that of the Death Witch Ireta, very strong, almost at the pinnacle of this world, but still not a match for her own.

However, if there was a sudden attack, there was a chance to kill Qin Chu.

Then, the outline grew clearer and clearer.

In the night breeze, it was a silver-white dress fluttering in the wind.

It was the cascade of raven-black, beautiful hair.

It was the tender skin as pale and delicate as jade.

The queen arrived, captivating and unrivaled!

A beautiful countenance filled with majesty, a slightly raised chin and dark eyes that bore a hint of disdain for all. That proud demeanor could even make one subconsciously overlook the face that could lead a nation to ruin.

Had she been holding a whip in her hand, she would’ve been the very image of a queen, a true one in every sense, driving countless admirers like Dou Aimu to madness.

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