Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 638 - 464: It’s Been a Long Time Since Catherine was Last Favored (3)

Chapter 638: Chapter 464: It’s Been a Long Time Since Catherine was Last Favored (3)

Without a doubt, that whiff of blood had been directed into Lex’s nostrils by Qin Chu.

It was a trivial matter for Qin Chu, unlikely to be noticed by anyone, but for Lex, it was absolutely lethal.

Qin Chu had initially just wanted to take a casual stroll and get some fresh air. Since he had encountered Lex, he didn’t mind fanning the flames from behind, letting this man become fully monstrous, and then he would have a perfectly justifiable reason to execute Lex in front of a crowd.

The scent of blood.

Huff, huff!

Within the crowd of onlookers, Lex gasped for air, almost greedily devouring the scent that wafted through the air; it was so delightful, mesmerizing Lex deeply, far more enticing than the smell of cats, dogs, and rats.

His already crimson eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets, as his chest heaved rapidly.

Desire was suppressing what little reason he had left.

He had originally planned to dig up the bodies after the three people were buried. But now, he was losing control over himself; he wanted the most delicious blood.

All of a sudden, Lex let out a howl like a wild wolf, echoing over the execution grounds.

The next second, in front of everyone, they only saw a crimson figure suddenly dart out.

Lex seemed to have completely transformed into a frenzied beast as he pounced on a corpse, opening his gaping mouth to reveal sharp, serrated teeth and began to tear at it feverishly.

Blood splattered.

Crimson, filthy stains soaked Lex’s clothes, making his appearance all the more terrifying at that moment.

Creak, crunch...drip, drip...

For a moment, all those who witnessed this scene stopped in their tracks; only the sound of Lex chewing on flesh echoed through the execution ground.

That sight made everyone’s skin crawl.

The executioner beside him reflexively thought to rush forward to stop Lex but froze at the sight of Lex’s current state, his scalp tingling. Forget moving forward; his body even subconsciously stepped back.

What kind of monster was that?

Was that still human?

Accompanied by the grotesque chewing sounds, Lex’s body swelled, his clothing bursting apart until only shreds hung off him.

The dark red mane was like blood-stained fur, each strand stiff and upright, making him look like an ugly hedgehog.

His hands had transformed completely into sharp claws, his nails effortlessly tearing large chunks of flesh from the corpse with a hiss.

His legs became even more robust, and his feet burst through his shoes, completely taking on the form of a beast’s.

His face contorted together, bizarre crimson patterns emerging on his old face, eventually forming a crisscrossed X-shaped pattern.

Weird marks seemed to wriggle deep in the pupils of his eyes; his full set of teeth were as sharp as a shark’s, capable of crushing even tough bones to gravel in an instant.

The sound of blood spurting and bones breaking was the most wonderful music in the world.

But...it wasn’t enough. It always felt like something was missing.

Ah, he remembered now.

Lex had a sudden epiphany, finally understanding what the missing sound was — screams, the wails of people in pain and despair.

Those who are dead cannot make this most delightful sound.

Suddenly, Lex raised his head, his crimson eyes glaring at the people surrounding him. Almost everyone felt a layer of goosebumps on their skin the moment those eyes swept over them.

The terror in their chests exploded completely, and the onlookers could no longer hold back as they turned to scream and run.

At that moment, Lex let out a bizarre howl, spreading the claws on his hands as he lunged toward an executioner closest to him. The executioner’s face drained of colour, and he instinctively tried to flee, but his speed was nothing compared to the monstrous Lex.

Just when those sharp claws were about to tear through his back, there came a loud bang, and the next moment, a cloud of dust billowed around them.

Lex’s body was hurled backward at a faster velocity than before, slamming straight into the wall beside the execution ground, his entire form seemed embedded in it.

Large cracks spread across the sturdy wall.

The very earth seemed to tremble thrice at that moment.

The executioner who narrowly escaped death was still deathly pale; just a little bit more, and he would have been a goner.

When he looked up, a tall figure stood before him.

The moment the executioner recognized the identity of the newcomer, he trembled uncontrollably with excitement, "Mr. Brave..."

The Brave?

When they heard the executioner’s shrill, almost breaking voice, the originally fleeing crowd suddenly stopped.

The Brave had arrived; salvation was at hand.

Nobody ran away anymore.

All eyes filled with hope were focused on Qin Chu.

Against the execution ground wall, accompanied by the sound of falling rubble, stonework scattered.

Lex struggled to fall to the ground from the wall, still emitting threatening roars from his throat... At this moment, this guy had almost completely lost any human form, using his limbs to prop up his body, crawling on the ground.

With the roaring from his throat, his back suddenly split open, sharp spikes sprouting as his limbs surged in strength, his body like a gust of wind, sweeping toward Qin Chu.

Qin Chu simply wore a trace of a cold smile on his face, standing motionless where he was. He was eager to test his right leg and wanted to see how much strength it could exert now.

Hum...

The stench of blood hit him full in the face.

Up close, that face seemed even more ferocious.

It was at that moment that Qin Chu moved.

Though he had been lying down for quite a while, his body did not seem to have rusted from prolonged inactivity. With a twist of his waist, his right leg swept across with a whoosh.

"Begone, evil!"

Instantly, the whole world seemed to come to a standstill.

The monster that Lex had mutated into was like a shadow reflected in a mirror.

The moment Qin Chu’s right leg swept across, there was a crackling sound, as if a mirror shattered.

And with the mirror, the Lex inside it also broke apart into countless chunks of flesh, scattering from mid-air and littering the ground.

Instant kill!

To the layman, it was a spectacle; to the surrounding onlookers, they could only see Mr. Brave effortlessly launching an attack that turned Lex into fragments. They praised the valour of the hero loudly, and some, overwhelmed with excitement, prostrated themselves on the ground—likely believers of the Holy Court, above whose heads Qin Chu could feel the presence of faith.

And the believers’ prostrations, like a catalyst, led more and more figures to kneel until, in a short span of time, a large swath of the ground was covered with people on their knees.

This was their savior.

No matter what calamity existed on the Sky Dome Continent, as long as Mr. Brave was there, everything could be calmed.

Look, even though it was they who had turned Lex into such a monster, they still had to be thankful to him.

Qin Chu’s eyes flickered slightly, and with a flick of his finger, he cast a ball of Holy Fire onto the ground over the torn remnants of the corpse, sizzling and burning until soon after there was nothing left but ashes.

Another enemy, Lex was gone.

After all, Lex didn’t have much substance to him; even though his mutation process lasted the longest, among those monsters that were eroded by the Evil God’s threads and ultimately mutated, Lex was definitely the weakest.

Nevertheless, Qin Chu was still quite pleased with that kick of his which nearly tore space apart, proving the devastating power his right leg could unleash.

And the fact that it didn’t immediately attract the arrival of the Void’s will like the Elf King did also allowed Qin Chu to breathe a sigh of relief.

The threads harvested from Silf’s soul, while very useful, were becoming increasingly dangerous with the Holy Light Goddess’s weakening and the Void Evil God’s growing capability to descend into this world. If he was not careful, it could backfire spectacularly.

This very convenient method of setting others up may no longer be usable, and the remaining threads in Silf’s soul needed to be cleaned up quickly.

And then, there’s the weird divine statue in Asina’s soul.

They were all ticking time bombs, who knew when they would explode.

Qin Chu pondered briefly in his heart, soothed the civillians around, and then left with Catherine.

When they returned to the palace, the others hadn’t come back yet.

"Catherine, when Silf returns, have her come find me in my room," Qin Chu instructed Catherine after a moment’s thought.

Then he returned to his room alone, mulling over the fact that his enemies had been almost completely dealt with, leaving only Wozworth and Rose Vesper, the one he most hated.

Added to the list were Demon King Nag and Second Generation Jie Luo, who had vainly tried to infiltrate Earth.

Rose Vesper’s whereabouts were currently unknown, but if the plan with Asina proceeded smoothly, it would be only a matter of time before they located Rose Vesper.

Demon King Nag and Second Generation Jie Luo were too powerful; it would still be difficult to eliminate them with his current strength.

The only one he could deal with, Wozworth, also presented a peculiar situation.

One would think that Wozworth, like Karsas and Onions, would have been thoroughly permeated by the power of the Evil God and completely mutated into a monster, but Wozworth still managed to maintain a degree of rationality.

His will seemed stronger than anticipated, but Wozworth’s thinking had obviously become more and more extreme.

If Wozworth continued his activities unchecked for much longer, there might be no need for anyone else to act; he might annihilate all the nobility himself, leaving none.

Carol had previously mentioned that her father had gone mad.

That was no joke.

Wozworth seemed to have fallen into severe paranoia, seeing everyone as someone out to harm him, to usurp his power.

The Noble Class probably wouldn’t just sit around and wait for their demise.

Facing an increasingly brutal Emperor, those Great Nobles would surely band together, and then there might be another great upheaval.

As for Qin Chu... he could be content to enjoy the show and join the spectators.

At most, he’d stoke the flames at the right time, making the entertainment even more intense.

Just then, footsteps approached from outside the door, followed by a knock.

Had Silf arrived?

"Come in," he called out.

The door creaked open, and the figure that entered wasn’t the Silf he’d expected, but a fiery red presence—it was Catherine.

Clad in battle armor, it hugged her full figure, elegant and graceful.

Her solid, sexy form displayed exquisite curves.

Facing Qin Chu’s somewhat puzzled look, Catherine appeared somewhat flustered, her small hands unsure of where to rest. But after a brief hesitation, she slowly spoke up, "Master, Silf hasn’t returned yet...

"You... You haven’t favored me for a long time."