Chapter 256: You Wouldn’t Want Your Son’s Head Crushed, Would You?
Qin Chu hated pretentious displays of power. This woman, arriving with such a dramatic entrance, her voice booming with self-importance… who did she think she was?
He backhanded O’Niens across the face, the blow splitting his skin and sending teeth flying.
The surrounding onlookers were impressed.
Florence was a renowned expert, her strength comparable to Zimmerman, second only to the three strongest humans.
And Qin Chu hadn’t shown her any respect, not only slapping her son but also, in a way, slapping her own face.
As expected of the Hero.
Such courage, such audacity, was rare.
But seeing Violet standing beside him, Morton, Barnal, and the others nodded knowingly. With such a powerful protector, anyone could act boldly.
Florence, arriving with the intent to cause trouble, had walked into a trap.
Violet, whose strength had been greatly diminished in her half-mad state, had recovered under Qin Chu’s… ministrations… and the nourishment of the Holy Light. She was regaining her full power, now rivaling even Augustus and Saint Monique.
And Florence was no match for her.
As for O’Niens, he was stunned by the slap, momentarily frozen, unable to react.
Then, the humiliation intensified, his body trembling, the X-shaped mark flickering on the back of his hand as he clutched the sand, blood dripping from his wounds.
And in the distance, the figure in the swirling sandstorm, seeing her son being beaten, cried out in anguish.
A sharp rock spear, propelled by her rage, shot towards Qin Chu’s face.
It was incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye. Just as it was about to pierce his skull, a hand reached out and caught the spearhead.
The spear stopped, and with a casual flick of her wrist, Violet shattered it, the fragments raining down on O’Niens’s head.
Then, Qin Chu smiled, placing his hand on O’Niens’s head, his fingers curving slightly like claws.
The message was clear: You wouldn’t want your son’s head crushed, would you?
The sandstorm intensified, rushing towards them, threatening to engulf them, then stopped abruptly.
As the dust settled, a woman, dressed in attire almost identical to Saint Monique’s, appeared before them.
She was elegant and imposing, her figure voluptuous, exuding mature charm. She was a beauty that would make even Cao Cao envious…
But Qin Chu wasn’t Cao Cao. He wasn’t interested in other men’s wives. And as he had expected, Phil wasn’t interested in Florence’s body either.
This was Florence, the former Holy Maiden of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess.
Beautiful, powerful, and devoted to her son.
Her face, as smooth and fair as a peeled egg, was now contorted with rage as she glared at Qin Chu.
She wanted to kill this bastard who dared to hit her son, but she couldn’t, she didn’t dare.
Because his hand was on her son’s head, his fingers like claws, ready to crush his skull like a watermelon.
No matter how furious she was, she had to suppress her rage.
Qin Chu bowed slightly, feigning politeness, but his hand remained on O’Niens’s head. “You must be Lady Florence,” he said, “it’s a pleasure to… ”
His habit of making inappropriate remarks almost got the better of him.
” …meet such a beautiful and elegant lady.”
If they were alone, he would have pursued this line of thought. With Florence’s obsessive love for her son, she might even be willing to make a… deal… to save him.
But unfortunately, Qin Chu cared about appearances.
Thousands of eyes were watching.
Florence’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her son, her heart aching, then she glared at Qin Chu, her gaze filled with venom.
After a moment, she looked away, her gaze sweeping over the others: the royal family, the Holy See, Sage Mountain, the soldiers…
Her anger intensified. “So…” she said, her voice cold and hard, “you’ve all ganged up on my son.”
Qin Chu almost choked on his own spit.
Was this a case of “like mother, like son”?
No matter what, her son could do no wrong. It was everyone else’s fault…
She didn’t even glance at the nine corpses on the ground.
“Lady Florence…” Loseweisse stepped forward.
When Qin Chu had tossed her the ring, she knew she had no choice. Not revealing its contents immediately had already damaged her reputation, so she had to seize every opportunity to redeem herself.
She was smart, and her stance became increasingly righteous.
“Your son, O’Niens, has committed a heinous crime. He defiled and murdered six nuns of our Church, hiding their bodies in his storage ring.”
“The Hero uncovered his crimes,” she continued, unwilling to give Qin Chu too much credit, but unable to completely erase his role in this, “and confiscated his ring. I revealed the contents of the ring before Miss Natia from Sage Mountain, Princess Carol, and Mr. Morton.”
Florence finally noticed the corpses.
But she didn’t care. She just scoffed, her brows furrowed in disbelief. “You’re lying!” she said. “My son is kind and gentle, he would never do such a thing!”
“You’re all colluding to frame him!”
Florence wasn’t stupid… normally. She could distinguish right from wrong, as long as her son wasn’t involved.
But if it concerned him, then he could do no wrong.
Those nuns couldn’t possibly have been killed by her son… Evidence? She didn’t want to see it, it must be fabricated.
Even if he had killed them, it must have been self-defense.
Her love for her son was obsessive, bordering on madness.
Loseweisse sighed, her voice tinged with sarcasm, “Are you saying that Sage Mountain, the Holy See, and the royal family are all colluding to frame your son?”
“Lady Florence, do you think your son is that important? He’s not worth the effort.” Even Loseweisse was losing her patience with this ultimate “mama’s boy,” “He’s not worthy.”
It was impossible to reason with Florence. Anything unfavorable to her son was dismissed as a conspiracy.
But these words enraged her.
He was her precious son, her only son.
This damned little bitch dared to insult him?
Her fingers clenched, her eyes turning icy. Seeing her son’s bloodied face, his tears, his trembling body, her heart ached, and tears welled up in her own eyes.
O’Niens looked at her with pleading eyes, his lips moving silently. He wanted to beg his mother to save him, but Qin Chu’s slap had knocked out his teeth, and the pain in his face made it impossible for him to speak.
His pathetic state further fueled Florence’s rage.
As for the corpses, she ignored them completely.
They were just a few nuns. Their deaths were insignificant compared to the humiliation her son had suffered.
A murderous glint flickered in her eyes as she scanned the surroundings… the Hero, Loseweisse, Ekaterina, Morton, Norma… two women with a faint demonic aura…
And that tall woman.
At least eight War God level experts.
She was confident she could defeat any of them individually, but against all of them together… even Florence, with her immense power, wasn’t sure she could win.
Especially Ekaterina, whose ferocity in battle was legendary, and Morton, a seasoned War God with exceptional combat awareness.
She still had some rationality left, and she took a deep breath, suppressing her rage and lowering her eyes. “The truth of this matter has yet to be determined…” she said, her voice cold and hard.
“Hand O’Niens over to me. I will investigate this thoroughly. If my son is truly guilty, I will discipline him accordingly. Neither the Holy See nor the Hero has the right to judge the Saint Son of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess.”
Discipline him? For killing six nuns?
Loseweisse frowned, not knowing how to respond.
At this moment, a young woman with a whip stepped forward. It was Carol, the princess of the Auville Empire. “Lady Florence,” she said, “we can’t hand O’Niens over to you.”
“Although he is the Saint Son, neither the Holy See nor the Hero has the right to judge him, but… these crimes were committed within the Auville Empire. He is a citizen of the Empire, and the Empire has the right to judge him.”
“If you trust the Empire’s laws, then hand him over to me. I will ask my father to investigate this matter thoroughly. If he is guilty, he will be punished according to Imperial law. If he’s innocent, I will clear his name. How about that?”
Florence’s face turned cold. Whether or not her son was guilty, it was just the deaths of a few nuns. Did they really expect her to let him be executed for that?
Although she was furious, she didn’t show it.
She even nodded agreeably, “Very well, I trust the royal family’s integrity.”
She gave her son one last look, ignoring his cries, and turned to leave.
Her easy compliance surprised everyone. It wasn’t like her, but they were relieved. After all, she was Florence, one of the strongest humans in the world. It was better to avoid a conflict.
As O’Niens wailed, the crowd dispersed.
Carol walked towards Qin Chu to take custody of the prisoner.
No one noticed Florence’s figure dissolving into the sand in the distance.
Then, she reappeared behind her son, grabbing his shoulder with one hand, a sharp rock blade materializing in the other…
With a hiss, she slashed at Qin Chu’s arm, the one holding O’Niens.
She wouldn’t let her son fall into their hands. These bastards would definitely fabricate evidence to frame him.
She didn’t care if the Hero was injured, or even killed.
Not even the lives of everyone in the Heavenly Continent combined were worth as much as her precious son’s.
The rock blade tore through the air.
A swift, ruthless sneak attack.
No one reacted in time, not even Violet.
Just as the blade was about to sever Qin Chu’s arm, a golden light erupted from it.
Not Pseudo-Absolute Defense, but a high-tier Earth magic spell, Rock Armor, cast by Norma.
Clang!
The rock blade struck the Rock Armor, leaving a white mark, but it couldn’t penetrate it.
Norma, also wielding the power of Earth, her senses sharper than Violet’s in this domain, had saved Qin Chu’s arm at the last moment.
Seeing her attack fail, her son still trapped, Florence’s face was filled with shock. Qin Chu, his expression unchanged, as if he had anticipated this, smiled and snapped his fingers:
“Violet, kill her!”
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