Dead.
Everyone was dead.
Rose Vesper’s body shivered incessantly.
With so many tactics employed and smiles given, she had finally managed to pull together tens of thousands of Holy Knights and Priests from the Holy Court, which would be the foundation of her ascension to the throne of the Female Pope.
Individually, their power might not seem significant in front of Augustus, but those elite priests could pool their Magic Power together and release Super Order Magic, just like the Great Sage.
Those elite Holy Knights could form powerful knightly battle formations, exerting destructive force comparable to that of Titled Knights.
To completely eliminate Augustus, Douglas even brought along all the elites from the Heresy Court, all of whom were top assassins.
These people would beco a sharp blade in her hands, helping her to eradicate all rebellions, find Lord Jie Luo’s Soul Fragnt, and maintain her rule.
But now, they were all dead.
Her foundation was ruthlessly severed, and the envisioned scene of her ascending the throne of the Female Pope under the eyes of thousands shattered like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in water.
The blow of her shattered dream was even more exaggerated than the direct impact of all these people’s deaths.
Rose Vesper could no longer bear it, her chest heaved in pain, and fresh blood spurted out once again.
Her Saintess costu, interwoven with pure white and gold threads, was now stained with specks of crimson.
Rose Vesper suffered a severe blow, her complexion pale as paper, with only her eyes revealing a deep, crimson killing intent, fixedly staring at Augustus.
She wished she could flay Augustus, strip his flesh, smash his body into ten thousand pieces, and scatter his ashes.
Everything had been planned so perfectly, especially after her own bloodline had awakened, increasing her strength. Douglas, Kain, and others had even touched the Oracle Scroll, substantially boosting their power. Suppressing Augustus should have been an easy task,
But who could have anticipated that Augustus’s power would be so exaggerated.
She thought Qin Chu would stand by her side, and Saint Monica would also want to eliminate a competitor, surely helping her; instead, both of them stood by idly, offering no help at all.
At this mont, even if she could still kill Augustus, she would ultimately fail miserably.
Thinking of all the long-term planning and the imnse efforts she had made, only to end up with nothing, Rose Vesper felt even more miserable. She couldn’t stop vomiting blood.
Augustus, too, was gasping heavily across from her.
His blood seed to have burned off completely, leaving his skin dry and cracked.
His complexion was even more ashen.
The body that had once looked a bit younger now appeared more hunched than before.
But in those cloudy eyes, there flickered an unyielding fighting spirit.
His war was not over yet.
The Daughter of the Evil God was still alive before him.
He knew his life was short, but before he died, he wanted to take the Daughter of the Evil God to Hell with him.
Blood rolled in the air above the church.
Countless corpses covered the ground, with blood forming rivers.
No wonder the Daughter of Death, Ireta, had co here; there were so many souls waiting to be purified.
Qin Chu’s eyes narrowed into slits, a faint cold smile played at the corners of his mouth, showing no pity for the many deaths.
Now, he was only paying attention to Rose Vesper and Augustus.
The misfortune of his forr enemy, especially Rose Vesper, filled his heart with joy.
Even for people like Douglas, Qin Chu did not care.
Should he take advantage of the situation and harvest both sides at once? After all, reaping the benefits of a fisherman was what Qin Chu loved most.
Beside him, Saint Monica, sensing the change in Qin Chu’s eyes, had the scepter symbolizing the authority of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect already in her palm. If Qin Chu made his move, Saint Monica would also strike decisively, making sure not a single person in the entire Holy Court survived.
She would offer all her loyalty and strength to the great Lord of Pleasure.
But just then, Qin Chu’s gaze sharpened and he halted his advancing step.
A bizarre scene suddenly erged ahead.
Possibly because her hatred was too intense, Rose Vesper’s body shuddered more violently, her small hands clenched tightly. The dense killing intent almost seed to liquefy, flowing like a river around her body.
Her eyes had completely turned crimson.
Inside and outside the Holy Hall, tens of thousands of mangled corpses and rivers of blood, at this very mont, beca sacrificial offerings!
Behind Rose Vesper, one of the seven sigils began to glow brighter and brighter, outshining the others by far. Instantly, the whole world seed enveloped in scarlet, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the Hell Abyss materialized before her.
Even the two moons in the sky turned a sinister shade of crimson.
This sinister transformation made Qin Chu’s gaze increasingly grim—a familiar sensation he would never forget.
Back when Karsas was completely annihilated, a similarly scarlet vista had once appeared.
God of blood, darkness, and slaughter!
Qin Chu did nothing; another plan erged in his mind. He simply silently turned on his cara... ah no, his Magic Image.
As is well known, Magic Images absolutely cannot be faked.
Perhaps it was the intense hatred that had reached its peak in Rose Vesper’s heart that spawned a fierce killing intent, allowing her to communicate with the presences in the Void. Right behind Rose Vesper, a throne made up of piled white skulls even seed to appear, blurred and indistinct.
Blood was being poured.
It flowed through the crevices of the skulls.
Behind Rose Vesper, her golden blonde hair had completely turned a crimson color, wildly fluttering in the holy hall, like blood mist that had ford tendrils swirling continuously around Rose Vesper’s body.
Her aura kept increasing, growing stronger and stronger.
Her originally proportional body now grew increasingly tall, and gradually around it the blood-red tendrils on her body’s surface clumped together to form a set of crimson armor, clinging to her elongated Saintess form.
The armor rely covered Rose Vesper’s chest, hips, and feet, leaving large patches of pale skin exposed.
In an instant, she completed her transformation from a pure and holy Saintess to a striking Valkyrie with an aura of malevolence.
The excess blood spun endlessly around Rose Vesper’s right hand, eventually coalescing into a massive crimson battle axe that was almost as tall as Rose Vesper’s body.
And that wasn’t all. On the smooth forehead of Rose Vesper, two wild bovine-like, crimson horns gradually sprouted, curving backward.
Between the two horns was a crimson X-shaped mark.
Shaye seed to have been shocked by Rose Vesper’s current state as well, involuntarily crawling out of Qin Chu’s body and perching on Qin Chu’s shoulder, her bright red eyes fixated on the woman ahead, her pale face full of gravity.
The aura on Rose Vesper’s body continued to climb, climb, climb...
As if it would never reach its peak.
Sizzle!
A strange noise sounded.
Right behind Rose Vesper, a crimson tail appeared.
It was at this mont, Rose Vesper’s aura completely broke through its limits. With a buzz, a pair of crimson wings explosively unfolded from her smooth back.
An invisible shockwave imdiately spread all around, and the already unstable Great Cathedral could no longer withstand it at this mont. The hard floor, thick walls, and high do all shattered into dust in an instant.
Above the Holy Court, fine dust danced wildly.
Thud!
Augustus’ pupils suddenly shrank. He felt a terrifying shock hit directly on his chest, sending his body flying backward through the air while blood sprayed wildly.
People like Douglas and Asina near him were also blown away just like Augustus.
The torn bodies on the surrounding ground were directly crushed into minceat.
The shockwave rolled like a tsunami in a storm, sweeping everything away. Over ninety percent of the cathedral’s buildings collapsed, crumbled, and crushed.
Wide cracks appeared in the ground.
Rose Vesper had already established a connection with the Void, drawing the power of Gods from it.
That pair of beautiful eyes brimd with tyranny, madness, slaughter, and an arrogant disdain for everything.
She looked down on all things like a high and mighty deity. No matter how powerful any life was in this world, it was rely an insect in her eyes.
Even Augustus was no exception.
The cold gaze focused on the old man struggling desperately on the ground in the distance. A cold smile spread across Rose Vesper’s face. With one hand dragging the massive battle axe, which scrapes along the ground, splitting the earth in two with its hissing noise.
"Why?"
"Why can’t you just obediently die? Why do you shalessly continue to live in this world?"
A neurotic murmur escaped from Rose Vesper’s crimson lips. If only Augustus had died early, none of this would have happened.
Right when Augustus finally managed to get up, Rose Vesper lifted a foot and heavily stomped on the ground.
Thud...
Tens of ters away, Augustus was sent rolling again, a gigantic crack slicing across his chest and abdon.
Intestines flowed from the wound.
Did it hurt?
Perhaps a little.
But, Augustus no longer felt it.
Don’t even ntion his guts spilling out; even if his entire body were crushed into minceat and his soul burned in fire, he probably wouldn’t feel any pain. The mont he saw Philis’ body, he had already tasted the utmost pain this world could offer; he wouldn’t feel pain anymore.
Through hazy eyes, he watched Rose Vesper’s figure.
It seed that these ugly, filthy things really cared about this so-called daughter.
A cold smile appeared on Augustus’ lips... This, then, must be the power of a God?
Indeed powerful!
But, even if it was a God, he had to fight it!
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