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The impact brought by the Evil God was too strong.
Even if it wasn’t the entity itself, but rely a thread of will from the true Evil God’s arrival, it was unbearable for mortals.
This situation differed from the one Augustus faced initially; at that ti, Rose Vesper acted as the recipient carrying a tiny fraction of the Evil God’s strength, but the will of the Evil God itself did not descend.
Qin Chu’s condition was very bad.
The injuries on his body were secondary, the real trouble lied in the injuries within his soul.
Qin Chu’s soul, not shattered but in turmoil, found his consciousness imrsed in a variety of weird scenes from which he struggled to break free.
Sotis he could perceive everything he experienced in the first week, his body being torn apart ti and ti again.
Sotis what he saw was the revenge in the second week.
He could see Benson howling like an evil ghost seeking revenge against him, see Karsas transford into a monster opening its bloody maw wide in an attempt to tear him to shreds, see Muse’s body almost completely decomposed, rushing at him with grape-like blisters all over, and hear Ronald’s pitiful wails, screaming out how terrifying everything he experienced was...
He even saw the horrific Illusion Realm glimpsed when facing the Blood God, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, witnessing the bodies of Angelica, Shaye, Little Shaye, Antia, and others, imrsed in an indescribable sorrow.
To the Blood God, illusions and direct erosion of will weren’t His favorite tactics; those were the favorite tricks of the Fate Weaver.
Compared to that, this volatile divine being preferred bloody slaughters, physically crushing all his enemies.
But, even if not particularly adept, it was enough to lead mortals to despair.
Suddenly, Qin Chu’s consciousness seed to plunge into endless darkness.
He wanted to break free, but dark, dense mud entangled his feet.
The weird mud writhed as if it wanted to swallow Qin Chu whole.
He couldn’t see where hope or the future lay.
At that mont, a faint glimr of light, like a sharp sword, cleaved through the curtain of darkness.
The soft light dispelled the darkness all around.
He saw a figure float down from the rift in the dark.
A black skirt fluttered gently, revealing slender, shapely legs beneath.
Silver hair rippled like flowing water, while crimson eyes sparkled with a bright luster.
Fairies, Goddesses.
Upon seeing the figure that appeared in the darkness, Qin Chu’s soul suddenly paused in place, immobile, with only those two words remaining in his consciousness.
Who is this?
Shaye?
Little Shaye?
Qin Chu didn’t know.
Nor did he know why this woman appeared here.
The next instant, the surrounding vast darkness writhed and reached out, seemingly trying to expel this intruder from Qin Chu’s Soul World.
This was the innate resistance of the Soul World, very dangerous for an external consciousness.
But the woman who appeared suddenly showed no fear at all; her consciousness, like a waft of breeze from the sky, floated down and her open arms embraced Qin Chu’s soul.
Warmth.
A very peaceful feeling.
"There, there..."
"It’s all right now."
In a barely audible voice, Qin Chu felt as though he heard sothing.
The next mont, the beautiful woman holding Qin Chu’s consciousness soared towards the sky.
Mud from below entwined him, wrapping around his legs, as if intending to drag Qin Chu back into the eternal darkness.
...
Outside the inn.
Miluo, Fini, and Selma wanted to go in and see Qin Chu’s current situation.
After all, having seen Qin Chu fall from the sky, anyone could tell that Mr. Brave’s condition was not good.
It was their first ti learning that besides demons, there were such terrifying existences in this world.
The crimson light had already disappeared.
But the entire Royal City had fallen into ruin.
Many houses and buildings had collapsed, and though the mysterious great tree’s protection ant not many people were hard, the fear it brought was still shocking, and even now, many residents were prostrate on the ground, praising the Holy Light Goddess devoutly.
The three sisters of the Luo family were intercepted by Asina and Silf.
They weren’t angry, just worried.
Especially Miluo, who took a deep breath to suppress the panic in her heart: "Miss Silf, Miss Asina... may I ask how Mr. Brave is doing now?"
Asina’s brows were slightly furrowed, her expression sowhat restrained, but she managed a forced smile: "He’s doing okay. Little Miss Shaye is taking care of him, everything will certainly be alright."
"Please go back, everyone. The master needs rest, and the Royal City has suffered a serious disaster. I imagine you all have a lot of things to take care of."
Doing okay?
Probably not very okay, right?
It was evident from the suppressed expressions on the faces of Silf and Asina, their eyes clearly conveying deep concern.
But with Miss Shaye caring for him, everything would definitely, definitely be fine.
She was the most outstanding Magician in this world, after all.
"I understand. However, please tell Miss Shaye that whatever she needs, just inform the Royal Family and we will do our utmost to fulfill her needs," Miluo said with a grave voice.
The few people engaging in conversation didn’t realize that there was another pair of eyes spying on them from the other side.
It was Aileen.
She had just arrived.
Previously, the terrifying pressure emanating from the Void was too intense for Aileen to dare co closer, not until the crimson had faded, after which Aileen appeared.
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