Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 640 - 466: Clash of the Gods (Five - s for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 640: Chapter 466: Clash of the Gods (Five Chapters for Monthly Tickets)

The Holy Light Goddess had to be suppressed; she must not be allowed to escape.

The tentacles, like black serpents, writhed through the air, with every end resembling a mouth with slits. The serpents wrapped around the pillars of the cage, opening their mouths full of tiny, sharp teeth, biting down in a frenzy.

Countless fine specks of dust sprinkled down from the great pillars.

In that moment, the Holy Light Goddess’s body trembled ever so slightly.

Mental whispers echoed crazily in her mind, like sharp knives piercing and cutting, like sharp teeth tearing at her consciousness.

The giant pillars forming the cage were manifestations of the will of the Holy Light Goddess.

It was the most solid defense, yet the destruction of those giant pillars would likewise reflect back onto the Holy Light Goddess herself.

Instantly, the will of the Evil God, filled with insanity, vastness, and ruthlessness, began to erode the mind of the Holy Light Goddess, like a chaotic storm sweeping through her body, bringing an almost simultaneous sense of chaos and loss of control.

But, during this prolonged period, similar erosions had happened countless times, and the Holy Light Goddess had long become accustomed to it.

The chaos in her mind lasted only a fleeting moment before it was guided by a beam of light; countless serpent-like tentacles were directly drawn out to the massive chains outside the cage.

Creak, creak...

The strange sounds of gnawing continued, but this time, it wasn’t the Holy Light Goddess’s manifested giant pillars that were being gnawed at, but the chains wrapped around the pillars.

Under the rabid gnawing, some chains began to collapse.

Within this vast starry sky, a red light tore through the heavens, falling upon the cage.

It seemed like there was a thunderous roar?

But no creature could hear it anymore, as an invisible shock spread around, and the cage began to shake violently, cracks starting to appear on the massive pillars.

Power filled with brutal and weird energies took the opportunity to infiltrate.

Crimson light enshrouded everything, and the figure of the Holy Light Goddess seemed to be soaking in a dense sea of blood. Her image became distorted, at times as thin as a sheet of human skin, at other times bloated and unclear.

Within the sea of blood, countless weird shadows, seemingly evil spirits cruelly murdered, became the most ferocious beasts, swimming in the blood sea, pouncing on the Holy Light Goddess, gnawing at her.

In an instant, the figure of the Holy Light Goddess was gnawed away completely clean, as if not even a bit of dregs were left behind.

But, on the other side of the cage, a new Holy Light Goddess appeared.

Behind her bloomed twelve massive, holy silver-white wings, elegant and noble.

For a moment, all the light in this piece of starry sky disappeared... no, not disappeared, it was absorbed by the Holy Light Goddess’s wings.

Surrounding her, eternal darkness set in.

Unlike the darkness that Augustus deprived of sight, the darkness brought by the Holy Light Goddess was true, eternal, silent darkness, as if light had been stripped of its existence right from the concept.

The sea of blood turned into a black sea.

All sorts of weird lights turned into thick black lines.

Here, light could belong only to the Holy Light Goddess.

Apart from the Holy Light Goddess, everything was darkness.

This silent death-like black did not last long, perhaps only two seconds... With the flapping of her wings, the Holy Light blossomed.

It spread out slowly like a trickle of water, driving away all the darkness it passed, like ice melted and dissipated by scalding hot water, bit by bit.

Whether it was the pitch-black coffins, the black ocean, the resentful spirits tumbling in the ocean, or those wriggling gigantic tentacles.

This bizarre way of combat was something those beings on the Sky Dome Continent couldn’t comprehend, not even Qin Chu, Demon King Nag, or Shaye Nicholas could peer into this kind of power against true might.

Fighting alone against three Evil Gods, the Holy Light Goddess still did not fall behind.

But the crisis was far from over for the Holy Light Goddess.

A grand, elegant, genderless figure yet filled with weird charm appeared above the massive cage, so beautiful it resembled no creature.

Their body was filled with the softness of a woman and yet mixed with the masculinity of a man.

One muscular, one slender arm stretched out slowly, a mysterious aura flickering with a faint light, spreading through the gaps in the cage.

Opposed to the guiding light of the Holy Light, this was power filled with corruption.

The long hair of the Holy Light Goddess floated involuntarily. Those smooth strands all transformed into countless figures, men and women, both equally stunningly beautiful; any one of them could be a cause for disaster on the Sky Dome Continent.

The figures evolved from the strands of hair entangling together, strange voices began to echo in the consciousness of the Holy Light Goddess, attempting to disrupt her mind.

But, as the strongest local god of the Sky Dome Continent, the Holy Light Goddess’s mind was incredibly resolute; had she fallen so easily, she would not have lasted until now.

The chaos in her eyes vanished in a flash, and in a blink, the Holy Light Goddess had regained her clarity.

The strands of hair that had morphed into weird shapes quickly returned to normal, still smooth, beautiful.

But that momentary lapse gave another god the opportunity; vast swaths of green fog had already enveloped the cage, and the massive pillars were corroded in an instant, becoming mottled.

Some of the fog seeped through the gaps in the cage, infiltrating the inside.

The body of the Holy Light Goddess began to show large areas of decay, filth had even invaded the soul of the Holy Light Goddess, eroding her bright and holy consciousness.

The scent of decay and corruption began to spread over the body of the Holy Light Goddess.

Another divine being made a move.

But immediately after, a soft, emerald light suddenly blossomed from the Holy Light Goddess.

Under the envelopment of the green light, all the rotting flesh on her body instantly healed, and the decayed and decrepit air was swept away.

Dong!

A melodious bell sound, as if traversing endless time and space, echoed in the ears of the Holy Light Goddess.

At that moment, the Holy Light Goddess seemed to fall into a weird stagnation; her movements began to grow stiff and sluggish.

A huge, bizarre smiling face, accompanied by blue-purple flames, appeared around the cage, and the eerie, twisted laughter resounded from every angle.

Countless eerie threads wove into a large net, enveloping the Holy Light Goddess’s body.

...

Sky Dome Continent.

No one knew that a war beyond human comprehension or visibility was unfolding in the vast starry sky above their heads.

Qin Chu was unaware as well.

Yet his expression had become exceptionally grave.

Qin Chu did not know what had happened, but his heart felt as if it was clenched in the grip of some terrifying entity, contracting painfully, ready to be crushed into fragments at any moment.

The intense oppression turned Qin Chu’s complexion stark white.

Large beads of sweat continuously rolled down Qin Chu’s cheeks, his breathing was rapid and feverish, and the Goddess’s hair on his wrist seemed to be affected by some mysterious influence, twinkling with dazzling brilliance.

Qin Chu subconsciously placed his left hand on his right wrist, but he could not quell the scorching heat that was now causing pain.

Inside his body, the Little Tree Seedling was shaking violently, and Qin Chu could sense clusters of energy being transferred by the Little Tree Seedling to a place that was elusive and untraceable.

Qin Chu did not understand what exactly was happening, but he knew it must be related to the Evil God in the Void and the Holy Light Goddess.

The time left for him was getting more and more pressing.

He, must hasten his progress.

Bowing his head, Qin Chu looked at his own palm, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

What he could do now was to eliminate all traces of the Evil God left in the Sky Dome Continent to the best of his ability.

And...

Suddenly, Qin Chu took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and in his hand now held the Holy Light Scepter, a symbol of the reverence due to the Pope of the Holy Court.

He began to chant prayers of praise to the Holy Light Goddess rapidly.

Despite being a very complex and even tongue-twisting poem, at this moment, Qin Chu’s diction was exceptionally clear, without the slightest hesitation, entirely unlike his previous stammering.

In an extremely short time, Qin Chu had finished chanting.

Hum...

A strange yet familiar vortex appeared in front of Qin Chu.

The moment it appeared, Qin Chu felt as if his heart had been struck violently, his chest cavity collapsed instantly, and who knows how many ribs were shattered into fragments.

His whole body could not withstand that terrible power and was directly blown back, smashing heavily against the wall behind him.

A dense web of cracks spread across the wall like a spider’s web.

A spurt of blood gushed from his mouth, and Qin Chu could feel that numerous internal organs had been shattered into mush.

The Holy Sense was rapidly repairing his broken body.

Qin Chu’s body slid slowly down the wall as he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face not only showing no fear but even revealing a slightly morbid smile.

Is this the true power of the Evil God? Even though what I’m feeling might only be the aftermath of the aftermath...

He knew that on the other side of that vortex, a terrifying war was undoubtedly raging.

That was definitely not something he could get involved in.

He would not enter that terrifying vortex at this time, but causing a little chaos should be possible, right?

Qin Chu gasped for breath, his arms spread wide, and the Power of Faith of the Holy Light Goddess that he had been storing for so long flowed through his body, pouring into the vortex, rapidly swallowed by it.

"Veronica..."

"Arrange for all the Believers of the Holy Court to drop whatever they are doing, no matter how important it is, and pray to the Holy Light Goddess."

"King Edson, let all in the Kingdom drop their tasks and pray to the Holy Light Goddess."

Qin Chu was using Message Magic to contact everyone he could.

Looking out the window, the creamy Power of Faith formed a hazy mist; tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions of Believers were praying at the same time, the Faith covering the sky like clouds, summoned by some force, began to surge from all directions.

Faith was the source of the Holy Light Goddess’s strength.

"Silf, get ready..."

"I’m about to start your final treatment!"