Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 724 - 506

Chapter 724: 506

Helois and Iyeta, despite knowing long ago that their master had such a form, still felt the bloodline of the demon exerting a pressure on the two demon maidens that was several times heavier, turning their complexions somewhat pale.

Atreus’s eyes widened even further; she knew the Hero had terrifying strength, but she never imagined he could display such an exaggerated appearance.

What is this?

Angel’s Wings?

Could it be that the Hero’s true identity is a favored of the Holy Light Goddess, an Angel?

In her soul, tumultuous waves were set off; originally, she only conspired for revenge, to have the Witch by the Hero’s side twist her own soul, becoming eternally loyal servants to Qin Chu, but now deep within Atreus’s heart, an odd thought unavoidably emerged: perhaps being able to stay by the Hero’s side as a devoted servant would be the greatest fortune of her life.

Light Wings, unfold.

Propelled by the two snow-white wings, Qin Chu’s body soared towards the skies.

Even the fierce sun high above couldn’t overshadow the holy radiance.

Qin Chu’s expression was also one of solemnity.

This was not an easy task, to directly obliterate this city was not difficult for Qin Chu, but to blow away all the snow in the city without destroying it was an immediate skyrocket in difficulty.

Qin Chu’s eyes closed.

He was fine-tuning the flow of magic power within his body with the utmost precision.

Below, not a trace of noise could be heard.

Everyone was diligently controlling their breath, fearful that even a slightly louder disturbance could interfere with Mr. Brave’s actions.

After a full ten minutes or so, Qin Chu finally felt that he was in the optimal condition, his eyes abruptly opened, raising his right hand slowly towards the sky.

A small vortex gradually emerged above the palm of his hand.

Above the vortex, there seemed to be countless transparent threads, connecting the mysterious and powerful energy between heaven and earth.

"Wind, arise!"

Qin Chu exhaled, a ring of white mist issuing forth.

Woo!

The wind had come!

In the beginning, it was merely a gentle breeze.

But this tenderness did not last long; the wind grew stronger and stronger.

The sound of ’wooo wooo’ started echoing above the Royal City like a beast’s roar.

The wind ruffled the clothes of the people on the ground, the hem of their garments fluttering loudly, their long hair billowing in the wind.

A layer of snow on the ground had already started to be swept up, as if the snowstorm previously dispelled by the Hero had once again descended upon the city.

The wind, growing ever stronger, was already making people feel as if they could not stand firm, like willow branches swaying in the wind.

The legs standing on the ground seemed to be struggling to support their bodies any longer, as if their feet might leave the ground at any moment, with the influence of gravity seemingly disappearing completely at this time.

Gulp...

Osvid swallowed hard; although the current gale had not yet reached a level unendurable to a fighter of his caliber, and could not yet be called terrifying, what truly caused him to fear was Qin Chu... The wind kept getting stronger, intensifying with every second.

No one knew what scale the gale would reach after ten seconds, after a minute.

Nor did anyone know the limits of Qin Chu’s strength.

And another terrifying aspect was that the raging storm had already enveloped the entire city. At this moment, the sky above the city was a vast expanse of white, with more and more snowflakes swept up by the ferocious winds completely obscuring the sun above.

Such a massive gale was enough to display the Hero’s might.

The raging cold wind that struck the body felt like sharp blades, even making Osvid and Heidi feel as though their bodies were nearly being sliced into fragments.

If such was the case for fighters of their caliber, what of the other staff?

Those a little weaker were already unable to hold their ground, in a sorry state, their throats involuntarily emitting strange shrieks, and some even clung to the wooden columns of the palace, their bodies shaking like kites hanging on the columns.

"Everyone, get inside the rooms."

Osvid issued his commands in a deep voice.

"Mr. Brave is here to save the city, and it would be quite unfortunate if these subordinates of mine were blown away by the winds for failing to evade in time."

These subordinates had been waiting for this command for quite some time. Upon hearing it, each of them mustered all their strength and headed towards the palace... no, it was more like they crawled there on hands and knees.

Even Angelica and Antasia furrowed their brows slightly; after a brief hesitation, they turned and entered the palace.

Only Antia stood alone facing the raging wind, allowing it to whip her beautiful and supple long hair, some strands lingering at her lips.

Despite the rampant windstorm, the petite beauty stood her ground, unflinching.

The wind became increasingly ferocious.

Even those who had entered the palace could still feel the building shaking incessantly, with strange creaking and groaning noises echoing in their ears.

Such terrifying scenes turned everyone’s faces pale, and their hearts brimmed with fear at the hero’s power.

Layers of snow on the ground were whipped up, and the whole world had turned into a realm where only snowflakes danced.

Under Qin Chu’s control, the snow was sent high into the sky, carried by the wild wind towards the eastern mountains, rapidly filling the valleys between the ranges with white traces.

Magicians and Fighters, who had gone out of the city in search of food and firewood, returned and were struck dumb by the situation within the city; no one understood what was going on.

...

Elsewhere, the Endless Sea.

Rose Vesper was catching her breath slightly.

She seemed very tired.

The Authority of Sloth had already been integrated into her body.

Of course, mastering the full power of the Authority wasn’t an easy task.

It would take a lengthy period, possibly decades, or even centuries.

Rose Vesper couldn’t wait that long; she wanted to grasp the power of the Authority of Sloth as soon as possible... Naturally, Rose Vesper also understood that she had an even more critical mission at the moment, and that was the Mermaid’s Heart.

As time spent drifting in the Endless Sea grew longer, Rose Vesper finally understood just how terrifying the former Sloth Witch Vera really was.

That woman, merely drifting on the surface of the Endless Sea, would not suffer any attack. Creatures of the Endless Sea, upon sensing the presence of the Sloth Witch, would immediately steer clear of her.

In the beginning, Rose Vesper hadn’t encountered any strange creatures either, but as her time drifting in the Endless Sea increased, the assassins hidden in the mist finally began to emerge.

An enormous octopus with ugly suckers covering its body.

A sea frog that looked like a gargantuan excavator, its skin studded with hideous lumps and a human face growing on its upper back.

And a monstrous fish hundreds of meters in length, with a mouth that was a gaping black hole when opened...

The attacks on Rose Vesper grew more frequent, forcing her to admit that there was indeed a significant gap between her power and that of the Sloth Witch.

However, Rose Vesper was also convinced that once she fully assimilated the Authority of Sloth, her strength would certainly surpass that of the woman.

Protracted battles had left Rose Vesper extremely tired, but her face still radiated intense excitement, even madness.

The fast-paced breathing from her throat was more akin to excited panting than regular breaths.

Her towering chest heaved rapidly; in the throes of ecstasy, Rose Vesper hardly cared that her long gown was torn and tattered.

Because just then, she had finally found her target.

A mermaid.

She was every bit as beautiful as the legends described, with a delicate face like that of a princess, a goddess, and her sea-blue hair cascading down to her buttocks.

The fishtail did not seem odd at all, but rather added an element of allure.

Below her slender neck that was as graceful as a swan’s, there was a small hole— their vocal organ—through which enchanting music that captivated all living beings could be conveyed.

Unfortunately, such music had no effect on Aili, who was a puppet.

At that moment, a vibrant red heart was still contracting in the palm of Rose Vesper’s hand.

The resurrection of Jie Luo had taken another significant step forward.