Chapter 279: The Imperfect Divine Fetus
Even Wadsworth, a veteran of countless battles against the Demon Beasts, a man who had slaughtered thousands, had never felt such intense killing intent.
He carried his own aura of death, a single glare enough to terrify his children and the nobles in his court.
But even he paled in comparison to Qin Chu.
What had this man experienced before being summoned to this world?
Had they truly summoned a Hero, or some kind of Demon King?
Wadsworth began to doubt the summoning itself.
“Ange…”
Finally, Qin Chu spoke:
“Tell me. Who hurt you?”
“Was it them?”
As his gaze swept over Angela and Sharon, the two women felt their blood run cold.
In his eyes…
They saw true hell.
A place far more terrifying than death.
Finally, they understood the kind of enemy they faced. An oppressive weight, like chains with barbed hooks, bound them tightly.
The pressure threatened to crush their hearts, death a mere breath away.
The shock of Qin Chu’s killing intent overshadowed even his anger at being cuckolded. Wadsworth swallowed hard: “Brother Qin…”
“Don’t be impulsive. We need to get them to talk.”
Wadsworth, ever pragmatic, prioritized the eradication of the Witch Society above even his personal grievances.
Given their status, these two women must hold a high rank within the organization. Extracting information from them was crucial.
Qin Chu’s icy gaze lingered on the women for a long moment before he finally looked away. The pressure lifted, and they gasped for breath like drowning victims finally surfacing.
Even Wadsworth relaxed as Qin Chu’s killing intent receded.
“Master, I’m fine.” Even Carol was frightened by Qin Chu’s demeanor, but Angelica felt a warmth spread through her.
Her master cared for her so deeply. She desired nothing more.
Wadsworth regained his composure, clapping Qin Chu on the shoulder and glancing at Angelica with envy:
“Brother Qin, you’re a fortunate man.”
“Truly, we owe Miss Angelica a great debt. She overheard these bitches’ plot and informed me with Carol. Otherwise, with my temper, I might have lost control after seeing that scene.”
His envy was genuine. Wadsworth wished his women were as loyal to him as Angelica was to Qin Chu. Instead, he had a collection of… hats.
Fortunately, few knew of this. If word spread, his reputation as Emperor would be ruined.
Qin Chu nodded, acknowledging Angelica’s sacrifice.
This wasn’t as simple as she claimed. “Fine”? Her weakened state told a different story.
Sharon and Angela’s shock and the words “How is she still alive?” revealed that they had believed Angelica to be dead.
She had risked her life to obtain this information.
“I’ll leave the interrogation to you, brother. I’m not very good at it,” Qin Chu said, suppressing his killing intent.
After all, these women were Wadsworth’s consorts. It wasn’t his place to interrogate them.
Wadsworth readily agreed, approaching the women and producing a pen and paper from his spatial ring: “Write down everything you know. The names of every Witch Society member… Don’t tell me you know nothing. You know I won’t believe such a foolish lie.”
“If your answers satisfy me, I’ll grant you a swift death.”
They had no chance of survival.
Cuckolding the Emperor was an unforgivable offense.
They prayed for the Lord of Pleasure’s protection, but received no answer. Facing Wadsworth’s icy gaze, they trembled. As consorts, they knew the horrors of the Empire’s interrogators.
Even if they bit their tongues off, the interrogators would find a way to make them talk.
The members of the Blissful Witch Society, while indulging in depravity, were also utterly selfish. They enjoyed the thrill of their transgressions in the name of the Lord of Pleasure, but their faith was likely shallow, and they held no loyalty to each other… at least, not Sharon and Angela.
Images of torture filled their minds. Suffer unimaginable agony before dying a broken mess, or confess and receive a swift death?
Angela chose the latter.
She picked up the pen and began writing, filling the paper with names.
Desiring only death, she didn’t lie.
Wadsworth’s hand trembled as he read the list. Two more consorts, and even a princess, were on it!
His white knuckles and trembling lips betrayed his fury.
But he remained silent, memorizing the names before destroying the list, suppressing his rage:
“Is that all?”
Angela, though unharmed, seemed to have lost all her strength, lying sprawled on the ground with an unnatural smile: “Yes, that’s all we know.”
“Can you kill me now?”
She wanted to die quickly, before that being learned of their failure.
If that being noticed, even death would become a luxury.
“Answer one last question. Who is this Vice President you mentioned?” Wadsworth asked coldly. Angela had let that slip earlier. Otherwise, neither he nor Qin Chu would have known of her existence.
Vice President?
Angela knew she couldn’t hide it. Wadsworth had investigated the Witch Society thoroughly. He already possessed some information.
After a brief hesitation, she gave up completely. Having betrayed the Society, she might as well go all the way. She hoped Wadsworth would grant her a swift death for her cooperation.
“The Blissful Witch Society is divided into two branches: one for royalty, nobles, and commoners, and one for the clergy.”
“The clergy branch is led by the President, but that person is very mysterious. I don’t know their identity or name.”
“The branch for royalty, nobles, and commoners is led by the Vice President. Her name is… gu…”
A strange syllable escaped Angela’s lips, as if a keyword had triggered a silencing mechanism.
Her pupils contracted, as if she had seen something terrifying. Her body trembled violently.
She opened her mouth to speak, but only a scream escaped.
Her smooth skin began to bulge, as if countless tiny things were writhing beneath the surface, converging towards her abdomen. Her belly swelled, as if she were… pregnant!
The sight made even Qin Chu and Wadsworth’s scalps tingle.
Angela scratched frantically at her hair, pulling out clumps.
Qin Chu and Wadsworth watched, their expressions grim. They knew Angela was undergoing a bizarre transformation, potentially dangerous, but their confidence and curiosity stayed their hands.
Her situation was clearly different from the other Witch Society members who had dissolved into puddles. Her higher status meant a different kind of safeguard.
Her eyes pleaded with Wadsworth to end her suffering, appealing to their years together.
But neither Wadsworth nor Qin Chu reacted to her pleas.
They wanted to learn more about the Witch Society.
The plea in Angela’s eyes turned to disappointment, then despair, then madness.
She screamed, the last vestiges of sanity fading from her eyes.
The once elegant and noble consort was now like a wounded animal, writhing on the ground in unnatural positions, slithering like a snake, her body seemingly controlled by some unseen force. She crawled towards Sharon.
She seemed thirsty, her lips cracked and bleeding.
Her gaze fixed on the blood flowing from Sharon’s mouth, her tongue darting across her lips as if it were a delectable drink.
“Kee… kee… gu… gu…”
Strange sounds escaped her throat.
Within those bizarre syllables, a few words could be discerned:
“Divine Fetus!”
“Not enough… not enough…”
Hearing those words, Qin Chu and Wadsworth felt a chill run down their spines.
Looking at Angela’s swelling belly, even a fool could understand their meaning.
The Blissful Witch Society was even more insane than they had imagined.
Were their indulgences and depravity meant to create a divine child? Was this the Society’s true goal?
Were they trying to bring the bloodline of the gods into this world?
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