Chapter 285: God-Mother Mavis – The Most Formidable Foe Yet!
Seeing Qin Chu, Nikles had felt a surge of hope, his face lighting up with joy as he cried out for help.
But his hope quickly faded.
The Hero simply stood there, watching him suffer, unmoved. He was even smiling.
Why?
“Save me…” Nikles wailed.
He could feel his life ebbing away, the pain unbearable: “You’re the Hero! You have to save me…”
His voice weakened.
“Am I obligated to save you just because I’m the Hero?” Qin Chu asked, spreading his hands.
Nikles was stunned. Wasn’t the Hero’s duty to protect everyone in the Heavenly Continent? He was a citizen. Wasn’t it the Hero’s duty to save him?
It was what he was supposed to do.
“Tell me, Nikles…” Qin Chu’s smile remained, but his voice was icy: “How does it feel to impale someone on your spear, to watch them struggle?”
Nikles, writhing in pain, didn’t understand why the Hero was asking this. He had asked the same question before.
He enjoyed impaling his enemies on his spear, watching them squirm like worms. It gave him a strange thrill.
He knew it wasn’t a good habit, but it was his business, not the Hero’s.
“Save me…”
He just wanted to live.
Qin Chu sighed and fell silent. Nikles’s hope turned to despair. The Hero was here, but he was merely watching, indifferent to his suffering.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. With his last breath, he snarled at Qin Chu like a rabid dog: “Bastard! You call yourself a Hero…”
“Watching someone die before your eyes and doing nothing! Qin Chu, you’re not fit to be the Hero…”
Rip.
Mavis, seemingly annoyed by Nikles’s cries, tightened her hair. Nikles gasped, chunks of his internal organs splattering from his mouth.
His eyes widened, then his head lolled to the side, lifeless.
The hair retreated from his corpse, as if losing interest, spreading across the ground like a sheet of ice.
The strands writhed like snakes, then surged towards Qin Chu.
Even Heloise and Iyeta, being Demon Beasts, had never seen anything like it.
Sylph frowned, moving to shield Qin Chu.
Not out of concern for him, but because her own survival depended on him. If he died, she would die too.
But before she could act, Qin Chu spoke, his voice low and cold: “Light!”
Let there be light!
In that moment, he became the embodiment of light.
Darkness vanished, replaced by a soft, white glow.
The hair recoiled from the light with a hiss, retreating rapidly.
A hole was blasted through the church wall, allowing the light to flood the interior.
The naked bodies within writhed in the light, screaming in pain as the holy energy burned away the Witch Society’s corruption.
It was clearly not a pleasant experience.
Mavis struggled against the light.
It pierced her skin like needles, causing intense pain.
But her rank was far higher than the other followers. Despite the agony, she endured.
Her hair whipped around her, her body convulsing.
Her azure eyes, now bloodshot, glared at Qin Chu with pure hatred: “You…”
“You killed my son.”
She had loved her son deeply, even though Wadsworth had taken him from her just days after his birth.
Perhaps that forced separation had only intensified her love.
Looking at his magical image, watching him grow, had brought her joy, easing her pain, loneliness, and despair. Those had been her happiest moments.
But that damned Hero had killed him.
And now he stood before her again.
“Are you going to take my second child too?”
No.
She was the God-Mother. The child within her would become the Heavenly Continent’s one true god.
She wouldn’t allow this bastard to harm her child.
With a chilling scream, Mavis, ignoring the burning pain of the holy light, walked towards Qin Chu, her hatred fueling her. She didn’t notice her grotesquely swollen belly.
It was even larger than Angela’s had been.
Looking at the countless corpses on the bloody altar, Qin Chu swallowed. How much sustenance had this woman consumed?
Her belly was stretched so thin it was almost transparent.
He could see the fluid within, the crisscrossing veins and tendons.
A small, distorted face pressed against the skin, its body writhing within, as if trying to escape.
With each step she took, the stench of evil intensified.
His fingers twitched, and the light around him converged, forming a giant blade of pure light.
Mavis sensed the danger and opened her mouth wide:
“Die!”
Iyeta’s face paled as she stepped forward, creating a translucent shield.
Bang!
She stumbled back, her face whiter than before.
Despite her strength, blocking Mavis’s attack was difficult. The invisible force carried an icy chill, frosting her legs.
But she had bought Qin Chu precious time. A single second was enough.
The holy light coalesced into a divine blade, falling from the sky towards Mavis.
The church was torn asunder.
Walls crumbled, the ground cracked, and the bodies within were reduced to dust.
Mavis raised her right hand, her long, sharp nails, tipped with crimson threads, reaching for the blade of light.
As the blade touched her hand, it exploded into a blinding sphere of light, engulfing Mavis and the being within her.
The light was so intense that Heloise, Iyeta, and Sylph shielded their eyes.
Only Qin Chu, squinting, could see through the glare.
The light faded as quickly as it appeared.
The sudden darkness was disorienting.
Ash rained down like feathers.
Mavis was gone, only a few strands of hair remaining on the ground. The church was completely destroyed, not a single stone left standing.
Had Mavis and the being within her been eliminated?
It seemed so, but Qin Chu frowned.
It was too easy.
Too easy to be true.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him cracked open, and a cluster of ice-blue hair emerged, coiling around his legs.
He looked down and saw Mavis’s face in the fissure, a twisted smile on her lips.
A chill ran down his spine.
Before he could react, Sylph flicked her wrist, a wind blade slicing through the hair binding his legs.
The severed strands made a sound like snapping steel wires.
Sylph grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
Heloise unleashed a barrage of ice shards at the ground, retreating rapidly.
Mavis was unlike any enemy they had faced before. She was utterly unpredictable.
Qin Chu pushed Sylph away.
Sharp claws emerged from where she had been standing, tearing through the air.
Mavis’s attacks were swift and unpredictable, coming from all directions.
Before he could catch his breath, five claws pierced his chest from behind.
Mavis held his heart in her hand.
A grotesque smile twisted her lips…
But it quickly faded, replaced by shock.
Thud.
A strange sound reached her ears.
She looked down in disbelief. A crimson spear, wreathed in flames, had pierced her abdomen…
And the being within.
Pain, then terror, then despair filled her eyes…
“AAAAAAAAAA…”
The creature’s cries and Mavis’s screams mingled into a chilling, unearthly sound that echoed through the night.
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