Chapter 283: The God-Child’s Heartbeat
Men and women alike were lost in a frenzy of unrestrained indulgence.
They didn’t care who their partners were, how filthy or crude. They craved only pleasure, discarding all morals and laws.
They felt their souls ascend, floating on clouds, drawing closer to the ethereal Lord of Pleasure.
This debauchery was their most devout offering.
The Witch Society had held many gatherings, but none as grand as this. The witches praised their great Vice President.
The Society’s influence was greater than anticipated. Besides hundreds of noblewomen, there were also powerful female mercenaries, merchants…
Here, social status held no meaning.
Only the ability to offer the Lord of Pleasure greater pleasure earned his favor.
The weariness and burdens of everyday life vanished, husbands and families forgotten. In their pursuit of ecstasy, they were willing to do anything.
Given enough time, this depravity could consume the entire Empire.
The abandoned church was shrouded in darkness, the torches like flickering grains of sand, casting the scene in a dreamlike haze.
But even the torches couldn’t dispel the darkness.
The area near the center of the circle was particularly dark, a deep gloom shrouding it, the air thick with shimmering, purplish threads.
The threads coiled around Mavis, enveloping her.
She lifted her head, the flickering firelight illuminating her captivatingly beautiful face. Her pale skin was like sculpted ice, her azure eyes filled with madness.
Despite her simple, even ragged dress, she exuded an undeniable aura of nobility and elegance.
Her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she listened to the cacophony around her.
The scent of pleasure.
The feeling of power.
She greedily devoured it all.
“Ahhh…”
A man’s cry pierced the air.
Not a cry of pain, but a scream of ecstasy.
He stumbled back, his body trembling.
He was a burly mercenary, once a hulking figure in heavy armor.
Now, his skin clung to his bones, his body emaciated, as if all his vitality had been drained.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, oblivious to the blood oozing from his orifices, his face a mask of horror, the light fading from his eyes as the ecstasy consumed him.
His rapidly heaving chest stilled.
He was only the first. Soon, others followed, one after another…
Blood dripped onto the floor.
No one noticed the large magic circle beneath them, transforming the abandoned church into an altar.
The altar was covered in strange runes and intersecting grooves.
Blood flowed along the grooves towards Mavis, pooling at her feet, forming a crimson pool… a bloodbath.
Scarlet threads emerged from the pool, coiling around her legs, creeping upwards.
Mavis felt a surge of power within her.
Thump.
A sickly joy spread across her face.
She smiled, her teeth gleaming.
She placed her hand on her still-flat abdomen. She felt it. A heartbeat.
The God-child was growing within her.
She would become a true Holy Mother, leading this world into a new era.
This time, she wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her son. No one.
…
Meanwhile, Wadsworth, frustrated by his inability to capture the missing witches, knew something terrible was brewing.
This could pose an unimaginable threat to the entire world.
He mobilized all his intelligence agents and even the city guard, the search radiating outwards from the city center.
A heavy atmosphere of dread settled over the city.
Seeing the soldiers scouring every street and alley, everyone knew something big was about to happen.
Qin Chu finally returned to the Hero’s Residence, carrying Angelica. Her face was flushed, the recent “punishment” clearly to her liking.
He laid her gently on the bed, and she immediately fell asleep.
She was truly exhausted.
“Violet…”
“I’m here.”
His soft call was answered instantly.
Violet appeared silently behind him, her tall figure casting a shadow over him.
She frowned as she looked at the sleeping Angelica.
“If my calculations are correct, the Residence might be attacked. Protect Ange,” Qin Chu instructed.
Violet simply nodded, not questioning him further.
Qin Chu hoped he was wrong, but he felt a heavy pressure. Tonight would likely be a sleepless one.
From the soldiers on the streets, he had learned of the witches’ disappearance.
Mavis had undoubtedly taken them.
She was planning a terrifying attack, a Divine Descent ritual, to bring a god’s bloodline into this world.
If Qin Chu were in Mavis’s position, he would prepare for the ritual while also arranging a diversion, sending assassins to attack the palace and the Hero’s Residence, buying himself time.
He descended the stairs. Anastasia, Norma, Heloise, Iyeta, Sylph, and Ekaterina were all awake, looking at him with concern. They sensed something was amiss.
“Norma, Ekaterina…” Qin Chu spoke quietly. “Please, along with Violet, protect the Residence. Don’t let anyone in.”
Norma and Ekaterina nodded firmly.
A blush crept up Ekaterina’s cheeks, her eyes glistening.
Whenever she made a contribution, her master rewarded her with her favorite… activity.
What would it be this time?
Sylph watched Qin Chu expectantly, awaiting her instructions.
Being excluded from the initial orders made her feel strangely uneasy.
“Sylph, Heloise, Iyeta, you’ll be coming with me. We need to go out.”
Heloise and Iyeta nodded.
A smug look crossed Sylph’s face. He was taking her with him, while Ekaterina and Norma stayed behind. Did this mean she was more important to him?
The thought surprised her.
She shook her head. No…
I don’t care if he values me more than the others.
His opinion doesn’t matter.
But if she helped him this time, she could ask him to remove another of the Evil God’s threads. Five had been removed, but until they were all gone, she wouldn’t feel safe.
She had no choice. Only Qin Chu could save her. It wasn’t her fault.
Yes, that’s all I care about.
Although Airi and Eileen’s actions had created a rift between her and the former Hero Squad, her love for Jie Luo hadn’t changed.
He’s the only one I love. Other men’s opinions don’t matter.
Sylph repeated this mantra to herself.
“Anastasia, I need to talk to you…”
After all, Empress Mavis was her aunt.
Anastasia looked apprehensive as she followed Qin Chu to the balcony. After a moment of consideration, he told her about Mavis.
Learning that her aunt, her father’s sister, was the Vice President of the Blissful Witch Society, Anastasia paled.
She had encountered one of the Society’s assassins and knew their nature, but she hadn’t imagined her own family would be involved.
She understood Qin Chu’s predicament.
Her silence didn’t last long. She looked up, her hands clutching her skirt as she bowed deeply:
“Hero…”
It was a formal address she hadn’t used in a while, a sign of the gravity of the situation.
“Please grant her a swift death.”
Qin Chu understood. The intelligent princess knew there was no turning back.
He nodded, about to speak, when a sharp pain gripped his heart, as if clutched by a clawed hand.
He swayed, his face paling, his gaze turning distant.
The Goddess’s Hair on his wrist radiated intense heat, as if sensing an immense threat. The silver threads glowed brightly. Such a violent reaction had only happened once before, when he faced the First Prince.
Qin Chu knew the worst had come to pass.
Anastasia stepped forward and kissed him gently: “Go, my love.”
“And come back safely.”
“Remember, I, Anastasia, wish for you to become the Ice Duchy’s Prince Consort.”
“Norma, Violet, and little Karen are waiting for you…”
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