Chapter 280: Who is the Vice President?
Both Qin Chu and Wadsworth sensed that the Blissful Witch Society harbored secrets far more terrifying than they had imagined.
“Ange, Carol, step back. Don’t let anyone near here,” Qin Chu instructed.
The scene about to unfold wasn’t suitable for them to witness.
If a Divine Fetus truly emerged, the impact would be too much for them to handle.
Carol, her face pale, nodded and quickly retreated with Angelica.
Qin Chu turned to Wadsworth.
The Emperor’s brow was furrowed, his gaze fixed on Angela’s swelling abdomen.
“Should we kill her now?” Qin Chu asked quietly.
“Before the Divine Fetus emerges, we still have time.”
Since she was Wadsworth’s consort, Qin Chu felt it necessary to consult him.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Wadsworth’s face, but he quickly shook his head: “No…”
“Bringing a god’s bloodline into this world is incredibly difficult.”
“My eldest son sacrificed his life and soul to summon a mere avatar. For a god’s will or offspring to manifest through a mortal vessel is far more challenging. If it were that easy, the Blissful Witch Society would already control this world.”
“Besides, we know too little about them.”
Qin Chu nodded, understanding Wadsworth’s reasoning. The Emperor didn’t believe a god’s bloodline could truly manifest. He was certain Angela would fail.
He wanted to use this gruesome spectacle to uncover more of the Witch Society’s secrets.
Moreover, they had Qin Chu as a backup. He could summon the goddess’s phantom.
Considering all these factors, Wadsworth made his decision.
However, Wadsworth was truly ruthless. Angela was his consort, a woman who had shared his bed countless times. Yet, he was willing to watch her suffer such torment. If it were Qin Chu… he would likely be even more ruthless.
Qin Chu’s gaze shifted back to Angela.
Her face was contorted in agony, her body wracked with unbearable itching. She scratched frantically, her nails tearing bloody strips of flesh from her skin.
“Divine Fetus…”
“Not enough… not enough…”
“Gu… gu… kee… kee…”
“More…”
Her voice was a gurgling mess, as if her throat was clogged with blood.
Her mouth stretched open to her cheekbones, her jaw nearly detaching from her skull, revealing rows of teeth.
She was consumed by the itch.
Each time she tore flesh from her body, a fleeting sense of relief washed over her, followed by an even more intense itching.
She writhed on the ground, inching closer to Sharon, leaving a trail of blood.
Sharon, seeing Angela approaching, her eyes filled with terror, sensed what she intended. She thrashed her head, screaming: “Get away, Angela!”
“Stay away from me!”
But Angela couldn’t hear her. She only knew that Sharon possessed something she craved.
A grotesque smile twisted Angela’s face as she looked at the screaming Sharon.
The next moment, in Sharon’s horrified gaze, Angela opened her mouth wide, drool or perhaps some other viscous fluid dripping from her lips. With a guttural growl, she lunged at Sharon’s neck.
Rip!
A jet of blood erupted.
Sharon thrashed her head, trying to escape, but with only her head mobile, she was helpless against Angela’s fangs.
Angela’s throat worked rapidly.
A gurgling sound filled the air.
She was swallowing.
Sharon’s face paled, her body rapidly shriveling.
She was in agony, despairing, powerless.
No…
With a final scream, the light faded from Sharon’s eyes.
The entire process took less than two minutes. All that remained of Sharon’s once beautiful body was a dried husk of skin clinging to her bones.
Angela lifted her head, her mouth smeared with blood.
Having consumed Sharon’s flesh and blood, she seemed to experience a profound satisfaction, a giggle escaping her lips as she caressed her belly: “My child…”
“You’re full.”
“You’ll be born soon.”
Her delirious words made Qin Chu and Wadsworth’s scalps tingle. This woman was completely insane.
Suddenly, as if spurred by some unseen force, Angela stood up. Her eyes, perhaps stained with Sharon’s blood, were crimson as she glared at Qin Chu and Wadsworth:
“Are you… trying to steal my child?”
Qin Chu swallowed, looking at Angela’s belly.
Her stretched skin was crisscrossed with cracks, her distended abdomen grotesquely large.
Her skin was stretched thin, the capillaries beneath visible.
Like an overinflated balloon, it seemed ready to burst.
And then…
Pop!
It burst.
Qin Chu felt as if his head had been struck by a hammer. His mind went blank.
But his strong mental fortitude quickly reasserted itself. He glanced at Wadsworth, who stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the scene.
Qin Chu’s strength was still inferior to Wadsworth’s.
Angela’s belly had exploded, spraying gore across the floor in a wide circle. Her lifeless body collapsed, her eyes still filled with a dying madness.
In the center of the bloody circle lay a shapeless mass of flesh.
A strong heartbeat pulsed within it.
… Thump… thump… thump…
Both Qin Chu and Wadsworth could hear it clearly.
The fleshy mass pulsed and writhed, as if trying to reshape itself.
But just like Angela’s earlier words, it wasn’t enough… even the combined flesh and soul of Angela and Sharon weren’t enough to sustain the Divine Fetus.
Wadsworth’s prediction had been correct.
This wasn’t a Divine Fetus, but a monstrous aberration.
It exuded no divine aura, only a twisted, chaotic energy.
Despite their correct prediction, neither man felt any joy…
This gruesome scene proved that the Blissful Witch Society’s path wasn’t entirely misguided.
The entities in the Void hadn’t given up on their attempts to infiltrate this world.
While they couldn’t manifest their true forms due to the imprisoned goddess, they could influence mortal minds, using their fanatical followers as vessels for their avatars.
They even attempted to bring their offspring into this world, to corrupt the Heavenly Continent in their stead.
This attempt had failed.
But what if it had been someone more powerful than Angela, someone like the Vice President, with enough sacrifices?
Would the bloodline of an Evil God have been born into the Heavenly Continent?
Perhaps the Witch Society’s purpose was to select suitable vessels for the gods’ offspring, and the men they seduced were merely… sustenance.
Wadsworth, his face grim, walked towards the pulsating mass.
The creature, despite lacking a mouth, emitted a squeaking sound, as if sensing Wadsworth’s power.
With each step, Wadsworth’s aura intensified.
By the time he reached the creature, his battle qi crackled around him like transparent flames.
He clenched his right fist, battle qi converging upon it.
Squeak… squeak…
The creature squealed again, sensing its impending doom.
Despite its grotesque appearance, it wasn’t particularly strong, barely reaching level 80.
A large fissure opened in the fleshy mass, revealing a maw filled with suckers.
It lunged at Wadsworth’s head.
“One punch…”
“Shatters Heaven!”
Whoosh!
Wadsworth’s fist connected.
The air seemed to tear.
His fist slammed into the creature, his battle qi surging through it.
The fleshy mass expanded rapidly, then exploded with a wet pop.
Bits of gore rained down.
The force of the blow shattered a nearby building.
Truly one of humanity’s strongest. While Qin Chu could have handled it, he wouldn’t have been able to achieve such instant annihilation.
Wadsworth casually flicked his hand, as if he had merely swatted a fly: “That disgusting thing is finally dealt with.”
“Unfortunately, we still don’t know who this Vice President is.”
He was disappointed.
He had hoped to seize this opportunity to eradicate the Witch Society completely.
Or at least capture the Vice President, dealing a significant blow to the organization.
But in the end, even with Angela’s list, they would only catch a few small fry. It wouldn’t make much difference.
“I might have a clue, though I can’t be certain if she’s the Vice President,” Angelica’s weak voice called out from behind. The danger having passed, Carol helped her towards them.
Having been preoccupied with Qin Chu’s safety, Angelica now remembered something: “It was a woman in an ice-white dress. She was tall.”
“Her clothes were worn, and she didn’t seem to wear shoes. Barefoot, but with an undeniable air of nobility.”
“Her hair was ice-white and somewhat disheveled. She seemed to be an ice mage…”
Angelica struggled to recall her impression of the woman.
With each word, Wadsworth trembled.
By the end, his eyes were glazed over, his lips moving silently: “Miss Angelica, you don’t need to say more.”
“I know who she is…”
“It’s my… Empress!”
The mother of his firstborn son.
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