Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 641 - 467 Silf’s Last Treatment (Request Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 641: Chapter 467 Silf’s Last Treatment (Request Monthly Ticket)

Exeter Kingdom.

King Edson was not clear about Qin Chu’s true intentions, nor did he understand why he demanded that everyone drop their work to pray. The message magic arrived abruptly, lacking context, and from the voice alone, one could sense Qin Chu was in a state of great tension; he didn’t even have time to explain the situation in detail.

But, the two parties were collaborators.

The Exeter Kingdom was a supporter of the Hero and the Pope, while Qin Chu was the Exeter Kingdom’s pillar of strength.

Although King Edson didn’t believe Qin Chu had the ability to perceive events happening thousands of kilometers away, he wouldn’t start their cooperation with deceit.

Accompanied by soldiers scrambling within the Royal City, the King’s command spread quickly.

Residents put down their work, devoutly kneeling on the ground to pray towards the heavens, offering their absolute loyalty.

For the citizens of Exeter Kingdom who had just experienced the terror of death, their faith was unquestionably devout.

No one would forget the angel who lingered in the night sky under the crimson moon to combat the Evil God that night.

It was a Favored One sent by the Holy Light Goddess to save the lives of the Lower Realm.

In the Imperial City of the Empire, Veronica received Qin Chu’s command as well. The Knight Order’s leader quickly perceived something was amiss in Qin Chu’s tone, as if something terrible had happened.

And somehow, having more people pray seemed to be very important to His Holiness the Pope.

As a fanatic, Veronica would carry out His Holiness the Pope’s commands without hesitation or compromise.

At Veronica’s call, all Holy Men left their duties to kneel and pray devoutly.

As for the elderly, it was even more so, as their daily tasks consisted of receiving lectures and praying, nothing more.

Watching believers kneeling all around, chanting verses in praise of the Holy Light Goddess, Veronica’s brows furrowed deeply.

Not enough... not enough... it wasn’t enough.

Even though the number seemed quite large, to Veronica, it felt far from meeting the expectations and standards of the Pope’s subordinates.

Just like this, it was not enough to satisfy His Holiness the Pope.

As a subordinate, facing an assignment from a superior, one ought to do even better.

Gasping violently, Veronica arranged for a group of Holy Men to head to the most densely populated area of the Civilian District. They carried nothing with them but storage rings filled with bread and milk.

Whether old or young, men or women... if you could pray devoutly, you were a believer of the Holy Light Goddess, and you would receive the bread and milk bestowed by the Holy Light Goddess.

This tactic seemed somewhat shameless.

Bread and milk were considered luxuries to civilians, with their most common food being hard, tough rye buns—so hard to swallow it could feel like a knife scraping down your throat.

Yet even for rye buns like these, an able-bodied adult might not earn enough in a day’s hard work to fulfill the needs of a family, let alone fragrant bread and smooth milk.

Now, just by praying earnestly to the Holy Light Goddess in one’s heart, one could receive the blessing of bread and milk?

Could there be such a good deal?

No one would refuse such an offer. They weren’t brainwashed... no, that is, they weren’t educated, hadn’t been lectured, and they weren’t as devout as the elderly.

But if even one in ten was truly grateful for the Holy Light Goddess’s bounty, in Veronica’s view, that was a tremendous success.

The bread and milk tactic was very effective.

Veronica arranged for more and more Holy Men to go to the Civilian District to distribute food.

In the Civilian District, which boasted a population even greater than that of the entire Bexet Kingdom, activities nearly came to a standstill at this time. Figures were kneeling everywhere on the ground, and hymns praising the Holy Light Goddess echoed in every corner of the district.

The power of faith reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

Ordinary people couldn’t usually see the traces of the Power of Faith, but as the faith surged, a massive amount condensed midair, slowly forming a cluster of milky clouds.

Clouds made of faith swirled in the sky toward the Hero’s Palace, eventually creating a large funnel-shaped mist above it. Accompanied by intense rotation, it seemed as though it was being completely consumed by some mysterious and powerful being.

And that weird spectacle further stoked the fear within the civilians of the Imperial City, and under Veronica’s propaganda, it was revered as a divine phenomenon, increasing their faith in an intangible way.

Feeling the turbulent river of faith being devoured by the vortex, Qin Chu’s expression was extremely grim. He didn’t know how much help his actions would bring to the Holy Light Goddess.

Just do the best you can.

In another place, in Silf’s room.

She had received her master’s message. With cheeks slightly crimson, she felt the odd fluctuations outside, but they didn’t concern her much.

For Silf now, the master’s command was the only thing that mattered.

Since she was going to serve her master, Silf naturally wouldn’t be negligent. After meticulously cleaning herself, she changed into a crisp black-and-white maid costume, then went to her master’s bedroom.

She could tell how grave her master looked.

Watching the slender and exquisite Elf before him, Qin Chu took a deep breath and his expression gradually eased, while Silf, who had been intently watching her master, finally let a slight smile spread across her lips.

Her delicately wrapped lower legs crossed nimbly as she nestled into her master’s embrace.

"Silf, this is your last treatment,"

Qin Chu said quietly.

Silf’s pupils contracted slightly; she had already heard it through Message Magic, but still shivered involuntarily with ecstatic relief when her master confirmed it.

This meant that the traces left by the Evil God within her body would be completely cleansed by her master, and she would no longer have to live in constant fear of turning into an ugly, weird creature.

Then came a touch of forlornness.

After the last treatment was done, there probably wouldn’t be any more excuses for intimate moments with her master, would there?

But that was not a problem, for excuses were plentiful, and Silf did not believe her master would overlook such a beautiful Elf.

With a confident smile on her face, Silf took a deep breath, gently pushed with her small hand on her master’s chest, and toppled him onto the bed.

Since it was the last treatment, Silf still hoped to leave her master with the most wonderful memory.

...

Qin Chu’s consciousness once again entered Silf’s Soul World.

The Soul World had changed drastically from before; the ground was now dry and cracked soil, and the sky was gloomy and oppressive.

Although it still didn’t look very nice, unlike Angelica’s Soul World filled with fresh, natural elements like dense forests and clear streams...

Silf’s Soul World still leaned towards darkness and gloominess.

But compared to the very beginning, this was already a big improvement. Qin Chu would not forget the first time he entered Silf’s Soul World to find the ground covered in black mud, the Crimson Blood Pool, and the dark, heavy, oppressive sky, all truly resembling Hell, filled with filth.

Qin Chu took a deep breath and his consciousness floated swiftly through this world, expertly finding the location of Silf’s soul.

The Blood Pool beneath her soul had almost dried up, leaving only a layer of dark red jelly-like substance that could hardly ripple anymore.

Silf’s soul hovered above the Blood Pool, with nine threads wrapped around it, seemingly twisted in pain into a tangled mass, squirming.

That’s right, only nine threads were left.

But...

When Qin Chu saw these nine threads, his eyebrows instantly furrowed.

The nine threads had become even darker and the diameter of each one was more exaggerated than before, each as thick as a little finger.

And they were more active, writhing like numerous tiny snakes, squirming in and out of Silf’s soul.

Every motion brought intense pain to Silf’s soul, which convulsed ceaselessly.

These nine threads seemed intent on weaving a large net to completely bind and entangle Silf’s soul.

Phew...

As though in trance, Qin Chu’s consciousness let out a long sigh.

Just as he had expected, the remnants within Silf’s and Asina’s souls that were left behind needed to be cleared promptly, or else they would attract unimaginable trouble.

The oddities in the Void had already begun to act.

Qin Chu’s soul turned into a gust of wind, sweeping forward vehemently.

His consciousness evolved into a giant hand, reaching straight for a Crimson thread that was piercing through Silf’s soul.

That thread, now evidently more dangerous, seemed to emit a sharp screech, faint yet discernible. In the next instant, the dark red thread abruptly turned its head, the tip resembling a drill, and with a ’pfft’, it pierced through Qin Chu’s giant hand of consciousness and burrowed deep into Qin Chu’s own consciousness.

This Crimson thread seemed eager to wreak havoc deep within Qin Chu’s consciousness, but though it had a certain self-awareness, it was clearly not very clever.

It had entered Qin Chu’s consciousness, but... this was also a trap.

In the next moment, from head to toe, Qin Chu’s conscious form began to radiate dazzling white light.

The power of Holy Light was pushed to the limit by Qin Chu.

The dark red thread in the depths of his consciousness was then subjected to the most severe and intense burning of Holy Light from all directions.

Squeak squeak squeak...

His consciousness seemed to hear a strange wailing, and immediately afterward, the thread engulfed inside was burned to ashes by the Holy Light.

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