Submit!
The thunderous noise rolled and ravaged Qin Chu’s mind like waves.
The horrific pressure reached an unprecedented limit.
Qin Chu’s consciousness turned instantly pale, his soul seed to be tangled into a ss, his brain buzzing, and his ability to think seed to be completely stripped away in that instant.
Submit!
Submit!
Submit!
The sa voice still echoed in his ears.
Bang... Crack.
The wings bestowed upon Qin Chu by the Goddess couldn’t even withstand the terrifying pressure of the mont, the massive wings cracking densely, ready to shatter at any ti.
The glow upon the wings was compressed to its utmost limit.
Qin Chu’s throat writhed incessantly, and from within ca the beast-like, mad howls.
All he could sll through his nostrils was the thick, intense stench of blood.
All he could see before his eyes were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
Killing, death, killing, death...
Blood, mutilated bodies, and wails composed a true depiction of Hell.
It was as if it were all an illusion, yet it seed to be truly happening before Qin Chu.
Among the countless broken corpses, Qin Chu saw Rose Vesper; her body was torn to pieces, and even her intact head was dyed with blood, her eyes filled with terror and despair.
He saw Aileen, her petite body hanging on tree branches with countless bloody holes pierced through her by the twigs.
He saw Wozworth, his body reduced to nothing more than a tattered skin.
He saw the First Generation Brave Hero Jie Luo, his body crawling with cockroaches and rats gnawing at the long-dead corpse.
Benson, Muse, Karsas, Ronald’s souls were screaming non-stop from the pain of being burned in magical flas.
All of his enemies, everyone who wanted to harm him, had turned into mutilated corpses, indistinguishable in flesh and blood.
That was precisely the scene Qin Chu wanted to see.
His body stood tall above a pool of blood, his hand tightly gripping a bloodied Battle Axe, with viscous liquid continuously dripping down the blade.
War and death.
Even in the sky above, unbeknownst to Qin Chu himself, his face had twisted, and he was letting out a mad laugh from his mouth.
In his mind erged the scene of his own execution in the first week.
Die, die, die... heh heh heh heh heh!
May all people die.
Upon those holy wings, crimson patterns began to erge gradually.
Erosion was spreading.
Yes, Qin Chu had been eroded, contaminated.
Even though the goddess hair on his wings and wrists were desperately resisting, this erosion was straight from the Blood God in the Void; rely relying on the Goddess’s hair for resistance was simply not enough.
This ti the situation was far more precarious than at any previous mont.
That realistic to the extre scene, directly penetrating the soul, triggered the darkest part deep within Qin Chu’s heart.
He wanted to slaughter, to destroy, to make this world run red with blood.
Qin Chu’s entire consciousness was almost completely subrged in it, witnessing more and more corpses and death.
Suddenly, Qin Chu saw the corpses of Silf and Asina.
He saw the bodies of Antasia, Norma, Helois, Iyeta, Violet, Antia...
He saw Irata and Angelica’s corpses...
The laughter gradually stiffened.
He saw... the corpses of the two Shaye, big and small, both of them mangled and disfigured, their faces scarred with intense fear, their bodies severed at the waist.
And in his own hand, the Battle Axe was still dripping with thick, fresh blood.
Qin Chu’s pupils constricted.
His body began to tremble midair.
No... this was not the scene he wanted to see.
He wanted to kill his enemies, but he didn’t want to see his own won shattered to pieces.
Within Qin Chu’s consciousness, a frantic tangle was taking place, and his body was contorting in an odd manner, the low, suppressed roar from his throat becoming more and more hoarse.
Struggling to break free from the erosion that had seeped into his soul, but clearly, it was no easy task.
That was the mysterious and terrifying existence of the Void, after all.
Ever since learning about the beings in the Void, Qin Chu had always tried to avoid facing those creatures directly; he knew his odds, they were infinitely close to zero, almost a negligible number.
How can a re mortal confront the mighty power of a deity?
At this mont, Qin Chu was facing an existence far more terrifying than Augustus had ever confronted.
Below, Little Shaye’s expression was solemn, there was no Magic Fighting Spirit in the sky, no swords or clubs, but she could feel Qin Chu was engaged in an extrely dangerous confrontation.
And this confrontation was sothing she couldn’t help with at all.
Asina had already ceased manipulating the rats; she had no choice, as the intense fluctuations made the rats throughout the city completely uncontrollable, forcing her to give up and join Silf by Little Shaye’s side.
"Miss Shaye, the master..."
"He is fighting," said Little Shaye quietly. "As for the outco, it depends on his will, sothing we cannot determine."
Indeed, at this ti no one could provide aid to Qin Chu.
The only one who could really help might be the Holy Light Goddess in the Void, but this ti, the Holy Light Goddess didn’t respond.
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