Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 759 - 521: Qin Chu, The Only Hope (1 - of 4000 Words)_2

Chapter 759: Chapter 521: Qin Chu, The Only Hope (1 Chapter of 4000 Words)_2

In the air, countless tiny particles seemed to float about, even the blizzard turned into the ashes of something burnt, slowly fluttering down.

Black trails, dancing like ribbons of polished satin, lunged towards the six clones trying to entangle them, attempting to intercept all six.

Faced with six enemies at once, Ireta was under immense pressure.

She knew that the strength of these clones was formidable.

The original plan had been to catch one off-guard with a surprise attack, with Inas and Florence engaging another, while she herself would take on the remaining five. After what could be days of prolonged battle, she should be able to gradually gain the upper hand.

Once she had the upper hand, seizing the opportunity to kill another one would solidify her victory.

But now, with circumstances changed, Ireta had to take risks.

The worst part for Ireta was, the crisis wasn’t just the clones but also the evil spirits about to erupt from below.

This time, it was true trouble, but at the very least, she wanted the two women to get away.

Beneath the ice, the unlucky one who had been smashed in the forehead by a massive meteorite was finally coming around.

He didn’t know how many bones in his body were shattered.

But, void of a soul and consciousness, the pure instinct of madness made him feel no pain. On the contrary, the attacks from his enemies and the wreckage of his own body only fueled his fury.

Roar... Roar... Roar...

From the man’s throat came a series of deep and suppressed roars.

His body was twisting in a weird manner.

As if he were a massive insect.

Crack, crack, crack...

Each twist brought forth a series of strange sounds, as the broken bones inside him were reconnecting.

Even the cracked skull, smashed by the meteorite, was healing at an incredibly fast pace.

This astounding regeneration speed was even more exaggerated than the Holy Sense Power.

This was also a Super Order Power, Extreme Healing.

The Holy Sense Power granted Qin Chu an exceptionally strong regeneration ability. As long as Qin Chu was alive and not yet dead, no matter how severe his injuries were, they could be completely healed.

At most, if the injuries were overly severe—like missing arms or legs, or the body being torn to pieces—the healing process could be slightly slower.

Like the time when Demon King Nag had cut Qin Chu in two at the waist, it took over a minute for his body to completely regenerate under the blessing of the Holy Sense Power.

If it were not for the interference of the Reverse Prophecy Technique on the Demon King Nag, preventing him from recovering during that time and delivering a few more blows to Qin Chu, he might have not had the chance to regenerate at all.

But an advantage of the Holy Sense Power is that the healing process had no time-lapse. The moment an injury was sustained, the healing would start immediately without a cooling period.

Extreme Healing, on the other hand, worked differently.

This Super Order Power, like Holy Healing, had a common prerequisite: the host must not be dead. Whether there was a heartbeat, breathing, or even brain activity, fulfilling any of these conditions could activate the power.

Compared to Holy Healing, Extreme Healing boasted a far more exaggerated recovery rate. Even if limbs were severed or the body bisected, and every bone ground to powder, you could still recover in a matter of seconds, provided you were still alive.

But it had its disadvantages compared to Holy Healing—namely, this Super Order Power had a cooldown time and could be used only once a day.

This tall, muscular, crude, and violent man could become one of Mitsui Kenta’s clones precisely because he had been a Hero.

Mitsui Kenta had named this man the Powerful Brave Man.

His innate talent was not particularly remarkable; he possessed only the Super Order Power of Extreme Healing, but he also had three High Order Powers, all of which were, without exception, related to strength and each Power continuously enhanced his physical robustness and strength.

Although he could not use Magic, he had a distinct talent for Fighting Energy. Coupled with the boost from the three High Order Powers, he could transform into a steamroller on the battlefield, tearing to shreds any enemy in his path.

The extravagance of his strength was unmatched among all the Heroes.

His powerful frame also provided remarkable stamina. If he used Extreme Healing when he was severely injured and on the brink of death, like a fish flipping back into the sea, he’d instantly be as vigorous as a dragon, truly a nightmare for any enemy on the battlefield.

It was precisely because of the terrifying nature of this Power that, if Mitsui Kenta’s consciousness were controlling it, he would definitely only activate this Power when he was on the verge of death.

But now, Mitsui Kenta had lost control of his clone.

Under such circumstances, the clone would naturally start Extreme Healing as soon as it suffered any injury, resulting in a tremendous waste.

Within a few seconds, the wounds were completely healed, and the man howled as he wanted to charge back into battle, directly facing the bastard who had smashed him down before.

Suddenly, his body hair stood erect one by one.

Though devoid of spiritual wisdom, a pure instinctual premonition still told the man that a terrifying danger was imminent.

He wanted to dodge, but a scream exploded in his mind, causing his movements to slow by a half beat.

Almost simultaneously, an arm emitting a translucent pale white glow, seemingly torn from somewhere, reached out, its danger tinged with a strange beauty.

Its speed was so swift that even with the man’s strength, he found it difficult to evade unprepared.

Hiss.

A sound as if leather was being torn apart came from the skin on his chest.

His clothes were shredded, his chest skin split in two, and even several ribs beneath the skin were severed.

Droplets of bright red blood oozed from the wound.

In front of the man, a humanoid silhouette emerged.

Through its figure, one could barely make out that it was a woman... or rather, had been a woman in life.

Her hair, along with the Magician Robe she donned, had all been burnt, and her body, like an undefined mass of jelly, swayed gently, still maintaining its pre-death appearance.

Her face and skin all over had been burned to a charred state, now peeling off from her body in patches, revealing the blood-drenched viscera underneath.

Especially that face, the nose was gone, the eyes were gone, only leaving twisted small holes.

Flickers of crimson flames seemed to dance upon her.

She had been burned to death.

One could almost envision everything this Evil Spirit had experienced... Before her demise, the Evil Spirit was a powerful and adventurous Magician who knew how intimidating the depths of the glacier were but couldn’t suppress her desire for adventure.

She ventured into the glacier.

And eventually reached its deepest part.

The corrosion of the Evil God’s aura made her consciousness chaotic and mad.

The biting cold also overwhelmed the woman.

In that state, she unleashed the most terrifying flames and, laughing maniacally, threw herself into them, allowing her own Magic to scorch her body, dying amidst her laughter.

The man’s tongue swept over his lips, splitting his mouth open like a wild beast revealing two rows of eerily white teeth.

With a Battle Axe in each hand, the dangers that echoed around him suppressed even the man’s madness; from the corner of his eye, he had already spotted that numerous weird and twisted figures had unknowingly started to appear all around.

Some were dry and shriveled, like skeletal bodies.

Some had swollen bellies as if prenant, to the point where the skin was fissured, ghostly shadows.

Others had mouths smeared with dark red blood, chewing on flesh strips, gazing with unintentionally sinister looks.

Even without reason, the man’s skin still sprouted a layer of fine goosebumps driven by an animalistic instinct.

And that wasn’t all; farther off, numerous grey-black trails intertwined like a rampant tornado embracing each other, rushing out across the broken ice layer towards the outside with a howling fury.

Because of the Death Domain released by Ireta, the already morose sky turned into Purgatory in that instant.

Ireta, who was struggling against the onslaught of six powerful enemies, caught sight of the commotion below and her complexion paled to the extreme.

The Evil Spirits had finally been unleashed.

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