Chapter 155: Goddess vs. Evil God
A beautiful figure, even without a visible face.
Everyone who glimpsed the silhouette felt a sense of awe, a dreamlike beauty. Even the supremely confident Loseweisse felt a pang of inadequacy. Compared to the radiant figure behind Qin Chu, she felt like filth on the ground.
The gentle white light seemed to possess a purifying power, dispelling all hatred, madness, resentment, cruelty, and lust. Just a single glance brought a sense of peace and warmth.
Loseweisse, initially touched by Qin Chu shielding her from the Grand Prince’s crazed attack, had felt a surge of affection for the Hero. He cared for her, he wouldn’t let her be harmed. Her affection for him increased, though he still couldn’t replace Jie Luo in her heart.
But the sight of the figure behind Qin Chu now filled her with an inexplicable aversion and resistance. This beautiful silhouette only made her feel irritated and frantic.
She even had the urge to attack this woman, to tear a piece of flesh from her.
Augustus’s face, meanwhile, was a mask of shock. His eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
No mortal had ever seen the true form of their deity. All statues were merely interpretations, based on human imagination.
Yet, the moment he saw this figure, a powerful conviction filled Augustus’s heart.
He felt a reverence, a trembling awe that resonated deep within his soul.
A milky white light radiated from the graceful figure, rippling outwards like waves, clashing against the darkness emanating from the Grand Prince with a sizzling sound. The eerie black fog dispersed, and the Grand Prince’s grotesque tentacles recoiled from the white light, writhing and twisting as if trying to penetrate the barrier.
Some of the spectators began to awaken from their madness, their faces flushing with shame as they realized their actions. They were no longer dignified nobles, but a writhing mass of lust-driven animals.
Silence descended upon the arena. No one spoke, unsure of what to say. The best course of action was to pretend nothing had happened.
Clank, clank, clank…
The sound of chains shifting and colliding drew everyone’s attention.
She slowly raised her right arm. Each movement seemed labored, as if the chains binding her wrists offered immense resistance.
Finally, her arm was raised, her fingers slowly unfurling.
Whoosh…
A gentle wind seemed to blow through the arena.
The dozens of thick, twisting tentacles that had emerged from the Grand Prince froze in mid-air.
Then, as if they had been there for millennia, they began to crumble, silently turning into fine sand, disappearing into the air along with the chaotic energy.
The Grand Prince let out a shrill wail, his rotting flesh trembling. His limbs had vanished, his body reduced to a flat, writhing mass, tiny tentacles sprouting from its underside.
As if sensing the goddess’s power, the chains binding her wrists suddenly shone with a dazzling light, and sinister runes spread across their surface.
The metal chains, as if imbued with a life of their own, rose like giant pythons, coiling and tightening in mid-air, as if trying to drag the goddess back into the darkness of the Void.
On the Grand Prince’s body, the silhouette of the deity of lust, of elegance and desire, became clearer, expanding, growing.
The Grand Prince had lost all control, reduced to a puppet in the hands of a god.
Qin Chu, also at the center of the storm, grinned, unleashing all his power, letting the small sprout within him absorb the surrounding energy.
He knew that at this point, the outcome of the battle was no longer in his hands. This was a conflict between deities, not something he could participate in.
He just needed to be a spectator and cheer for the goddess.
Of course, he also had to be prepared. If the goddess couldn’t win, he would run. He didn’t care what happened to the Heavenly Continent.
The Evil God’s aura continued to rise, and the goddess’s power grew as well. The two equally powerful beings faced each other in mid-air, the surrounding space trembling and groaning under the strain of their power.
Light tried to dispel darkness.
Darkness tried to devour light.
A long standoff.
A clash of divine consciousness, a collision of invisible energies.
Powerful waves of energy pulsed outwards, radiating a terrifying, mysterious power.
The atmosphere was incredibly oppressive. Even though these two mysterious and powerful beings were just floating in mid-air, their power was unbearable. No one dared to make a sound.
The world seemed to have fallen silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the silhouette behind the Grand Prince finally couldn’t withstand it any longer and let out a shriek.
Almost instantly, those with weak strength in the arena lost consciousness, blood trickling from their seven orifices, their bodies convulsing. Some even had their consciousness shattered, their bodies alive but their souls extinguished.
Seeing this, Qin Chu sighed. Brother, you lose the moment you make the first move.
The darkness wasn’t just confined to the arena anymore, it had spread to the entire noble district. The sun was obscured by thick, dark clouds, and the sudden darkness terrified everyone. No one knew what was happening. Had the Demon Beasts invaded the city?
A powerful earthquake shook the noble district, the ground cracking, buildings collapsing, people screaming and running aimlessly in terror and despair.
Black streaks, like giant pythons, slithered through the sky, diving down and swallowing one figure after another. Where the pythons passed, only dried corpses, drained of their life force, remained, then crumbled into dust under the violent impact.
Eerieness, madness, and lust spread through every corner of the noble district.
The people in the commoner district didn’t seem to be affected, but they could feel the fluctuations coming from the noble district. They stared blankly at the distant realm they could never enter, watching the people screaming in terror, wailing in despair, or pouncing on each other like madmen, tearing at their clothes.
A huge vortex gradually appeared above the noble district, absorbing all the black fog, then, like a tornado descending from the sky, it plummeted towards the arena.
Boom…
The dome of the arena instantly shattered, and large and small pieces of stone rained down from the sky, causing another wave of panic among the crowd.
The deity of lust spread its arms, merging with the black fog, and surged forward like a tidal wave, as if trying to devour both Qin Chu and the goddess.
The surging black fog billowed around the goddess’s dress.
The goddess took a step forward, shielding Qin Chu.
She forcefully pulled the chains on her wrists, extending her hand and plunging it into the black fog.
The thick black fog coiled around her fair arm, making a strange, corrosive sound. Patches of discoloration appeared on her flawless skin.
Wisps of white smoke drifted upwards.
It must be painful, right?
But the goddess’s aura didn’t waver in the slightest. Her fingers tightened in the black fog, and a muffled groan could be heard. The next second, a silhouette was dragged out of the black fog by the goddess.
It was the silhouette of the sinister deity behind the Grand Prince.
Having lost the support of the Evil God, the Grand Prince’s body, that mass of rotting flesh emitting a foul stench, fell from the sky with a splat.
The goddess’s face was still blurred, but at this moment, it seemed as if a pair of eyes could be seen, as bright as the moon, as brilliant as the stars.
Those eyes, filled with indifference, stared at the struggling silhouette in her hand.
The next instant, her fingers tightened.
With a pop, the phantom of the Evil God was crushed.
Like a shattered mirror, countless broken fragments, accompanied by shrill screams, slowly dissipated in the air.
Big sister, you’re amazing, Qin Chu thought, watching from below, a sincere admiration filling his heart, in every sense of the word.
With the destruction of the Evil God’s phantom, the black fog enveloping the arena and the noble district also disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed. If it weren’t for the damaged buildings, the cracked earth, and the tattered corpses, everyone might have thought it was just an illusion.
A gentle white light replaced the darkness, enveloping the land, and the terrified hearts calmed down.
In the arena, everyone knelt on the ground subconsciously, gazing at the tall, graceful figure.
Even Augustus, the Pope of the Holy See, was the same.
It was an irresistible trembling and reverence from the depths of their souls.
Zimmerman also bent his knees, and Saint Monique bowed her noble head.
Even Wadsworth, after a brief struggle, lowered his noble head, his knees touching the cold, cracked ground.
And the goddess, not caring about the kneeling figures around her, turned to Qin Chu, her lips seemingly moving…
She seemed to want to convey a message to him.
But at this moment, the chains binding the goddess shone brightly, an unprecedented power flowing through them, frantically pulling at her body, trying to drag her back into the darkness of the Void.
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