"So terrifying..."
Whispers began to spread from all directions.
The clamor mingled together, piercing into everyone’s ears.
It was only when these nobles felt the danger so close, even descending directly upon their heads, that they finally began to doubt the First Generation Brave and the forr mbers of the Hero Team.
Their contact with Jie Luo had been minimal, and they hadn’t been as heavily influenced.
In the first week, Qin Chu had never thought to tarnish Jie Luo’s reputation, so Jie Luo had been able to maintain the best impression in people’s hearts, but this ti, it was different.
Qin Chu didn’t ntion Jie Luo by a single word, but people couldn’t help casting their suspicions on Jie Luo; for the first ti, discontent began to grow in their hearts, after all, all the mbers of the Hero Team had been recruited by Jie Luo.
And the thousands of nobles spectating all around would spread these events throughout the city in a short ti, the most important thing being that rumors, in their proliferation, always mutate in various ways, with just a little guidance...
Aili’s face was ashen, her heart filled with intense anger.
Silf’s expression was even colder, her fingers clenched tightly together. She wouldn’t allow anyone to insult Jie Luo... if it weren’t for those people from Wozworth being here, Silf might have already been unable to hold herself back from taking action.
And Qin Chu, like a God Stick, spread his arms wide, his voice still wafting through the night:
"Now, I need your strength..."
"Everyone, pray devoutly to the Holy Light Goddess..."
"Only the light can dispel the haze enveloping the Sky Do Continent."
In reality, there was no need; Qin Chu could simply mobilize the power of his silver hair, and even if he couldn’t summon the Goddess’s phantom, destroying a Karsas would still be no problem at all.
However, Qin Chu had his own plans.
The nobles gathered around looked at each other... they were all believers of the Holy Light Goddess, at least nominally.
As for how much faith they truly held in their hearts, only they themselves knew.
But at least, at this very mont, seeing the buildings around them in ruins and the desiccated corpses, and thinking that such a disaster could happen to them at any mont, their faith was certainly devout.
They crossed their arms over their chests and chanted the Goddess’s prayers, longing for the protection of the Holy Light.
Their prayers seed to be effective. Threads of white began to gather in the sky, eventually converging above Qin Chu’s head, blossoming like a sacred lotus.
The night turned as bright as day.
Qin Chu’s figure bathed in the Holy Light, and behind him, faint wings of white seed to flicker.
For a mont, Qin Chu’s silhouette appeared exceptionally sacred and majestic.
The sight struck awe in the nobles watching nearby; their bodies trembled, their eyes ablaze with excitent and adoration, even madness.
Was this... the descent of an angel?
Before anyone knew it, as the first person knelt to the ground, more and more began to kneel.
"The angel has descended!"
"Divine Envoy!"
"This is a miracle."
Such exclamations erupted one after another.
Augustus, Saint Monica, and Wozworth felt their hearts sink; they had previously been consciously concealing the fact that Qin Chu could summon the phantom of the Goddess, to avoid Qin Chu being worshipped as a Divine Envoy.
But unexpectedly, it had now erged in another way!
Qin Chu’s face bore an air of rciful holiness as he looked down at Karsas, who seed to hear the curses and insults directed at himself from the surroundings, the disdain for Jie Luo, and the adoration for Qin Chu.
The power of Holy Light appeared to have slightly restored Karsas’s sanity, and although he was without a head, the wretch seed to comprehend the events transpiring around him.
His body convulsed greatly, spasming and thrashing.
If he truly possessed his own consciousness, then surely he was in great pain now?
Pain was fitting; if Karsas truly showed not the slightest reaction, then Qin Chu would feel as though sothing were missing from his pleasure.
"Karsas..." Qin Chu bent down, closing in on the place where Karsas’s heart lay, his hand resting on Karsas’s chest. Magic power flowed through his palm, infusing Qin Chu’s voice into Karsas’s body via telepathic communication, a thod so secretive it would escape anyone’s notice—Wozworth trailing behind included.
If Karsas still had consciousness, he would undoubtedly perceive it.
"The truth is, I could save you, but why should I waste precious magic power on you?"
"In reality, it was rely Norma begging to save you. It seems you’ve misunderstood sothing... But never mind, Norma seems to have completely taken a dislike to you now, what a pity."
"You were also quite fond of Silf, weren’t you?"
"I’ll definitely devour Silf as well, and I will use the worst thods against him. It’s a sha, you’re about to die and won’t be able to see it, otherwise, it would’ve been quite spectacular."
"Ah, right, did you think I was unaware of the Hero Team’s plans?"
"You’re mistaken, I’m fully aware."
"Your plans to kill are dood to fail. On the contrary, I will slay every mber of the Hero Team."
"By the way, Benson was actually killed by ."
Karsas’s body suddenly stiffened; it seed he truly heard Qin Chu’s voice. A few seconds later, the headless body began to convulse with exaggerated intensity, spasming and struggling.
Qin Chu too straightened up, his hands forming a void grip once more, and the Sword of Judgnt appeared again in the palm of his hand. It was a loss not to hear Karsas’s desperate wails, but his ti to die had almost co.
"Vile filth, do you still wish to struggle?"
"In the na of the Holy Light Goddess, accept judgnt."
Pu-chi...
The Sword of Judgnt pierced Karsas’s heart.
Silver-white flas spread rapidly from the heart throughout his limbs, encasing his body.
After letting Karsas’s consciousness taste the most painful despair by revealing all truths, Qin Chu rcifully ended his life.
Karsas t his end amid the curses, insults, hatred, and revulsion of the crowd.
On the ground, only ashes remained.
Four chains fell to the ground.
Seeing the reverent gazes all around him, Qin Chu knew the grand scene he had deliberately created had achieved quite an impressive effect.
He had intended to bluff the surrounding nobles like a God Stick when suddenly, Qin Chu felt sothing and looked up at the sky.
The pitch-black night sky was torn asunder, as if cleaved by a giant battle axe, with crimson light enshrouding the land like blood, casting the entire world in a sanguine hue.
Sinister, oppressive.
An indescribable sense of terror spread through everyone’s heart.
No one knew what this change signified.
A colossal White Bone Throne erged from the Void!
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