Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 768 - 526 Goddess Opens Her Eyes (2)

Ireta and Florence could no longer hold on, physically exhausted and completely lost in the face of the unending Evil Spirits, placing immense pressure on both women, their movements gradually slowing down.

Escape?

Impossible.

The moment the Evil Spirits were unleashed, their chance to flee had vanished, the surroundings already sealed off by the Evil Spirits.

Woo!

Another chilling wind swept through.

A sharp claw reached out from behind.

A long-haired woman had appeared behind Ireta at some point, her nails ripping through the thin protection in front of them.

This mysterious woman might be the most normal-looking of all the Evil Spirits at first glance, with her graceful figure she must have been a beauty in life.

However, when the woman lifted her head, the sight of her face made even Florence shudder with fear.

What a face it was, the woman’s mouth torn from the corner all the way to the base of the ear, the upper and lower lips neatly stitched together with fine stitches.

This female Evil Spirit seemed to want to open her mouth and let out a piercing scream, but because her mouth was sewn shut, she was unable to do so, and all that could be seen were the lips stretching from the effort, oozing red and white pus from both sides.

Having been in contact with the Dead Souls for a long time, Ireta’s endurance was much stronger.

She had seen far more terrifying sights and was not shaken at all.

She quickly gathered the Energy within her body, attempting to uphold the protection once more.

However, just as Ireta was about to do this, she realized that there was hardly any Energy left inside her; suddenly, she couldn’t muster it.

Ireta’s movement came to a brief halt.

It was this momentary pause that the Corpse Ghost in front of her seized upon, its face covered with a twisted, maniacal smile as both of its weapons hacked towards her almost simultaneously.

Whoosh... crack.

An otherworldly sound drilled into both women’s ears.

The moment the Battle Axe tore through, the space before Ireta seemed to crack like a mirror, the oncoming axe falling towards her as she clenched her teeth, barely managing to shift her body slightly.

But avoiding the blow entirely was no longer possible; the diagonal streak of the axe’s arc passed before her eyes, and Ireta knew that her right arm was probably gone.

Just then, a unique voice suddenly pierced through the sinister isolation and entered the ears of Florence and Ireta.

"God said, ’Let there be light.’

As soon as she heard this voice, Ireta’s eyes widened instantly.

Was that... Qin Chu’s voice?

She would never mishear it—that was her lover’s voice.

Was it a hallucination?

...

It was no hallucination.

When Qin Chu appeared, what he saw was a scene as if it were an image of Hell itself.

The spine-chilling gloom and horror.

The moment Qin Chu and his two companions appeared, not even having had the time to fully take in the entire scene, countless Evil Spirits had already sensed their presence.

The scent of the living was irresistible bait for these Evil Spirits.

In a swoosh, hundreds of eyes focused on Qin Chu, Antasia, and Inas in unison.

Whether crimson, dark green, or hollow, gray-white pupils, enough to make one’s scalp explode.

Below them, the once crystal-clear layer of ice had now turned gray and cracked open, countless pale hands writhing out like tentacles, bonelessly twisting in an attempt to grasp the ankles of Qin Chu, Antasia, and Inas.

At that moment, Qin Chu finally took a step.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he had donned a pure white clergy robe.

The Holy Light Scepter, a symbol of the Pope’s power and status, was clutched in his right hand, and a silver cross even hung around his neck.

He reached out with his left hand, gripping the cross and yanking hard, snapping the chain of the cross with a click.

Whosh!

The back of Qin Chu’s robe tore apart.

Holy wings unfurled behind him.

The silver-cross glittered as Qin Chu faced forward, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smirk, and then he spoke in a deep voice:

"God said, ’Let there be light.’"

It was not the Reverse Prophecy Technique altered by Augustus; this was the genuine Great Prophecy Skill from the Holy Court.

God said, ’Let there be light.’

And there was light!

In an instant, the darkness overhead on the ice layer was pierced by brilliant light.

Endless light flooded every corner of this place.

The boundless darkness roiled as if burning, and the fiercely bright silver flames coalesced into a mass, as if a blazing, dazzling sun had risen above the glacier.

Heat waves spawned hurricanes, the glacier melting, cracking, collapsing.

A thick white mist churned in midair.

The light dispersed the darkness.

The multitude of weird figures, with their gloomy and contorted faces, looked up in agony and despair.

They had no bodies, only wicked souls, and under the radiance of the Holy Light, these evil souls could only feel their heads burning as if on fire, their bodies pierced with countless holes by the light.

With heads raised and mouths agape, they could utter only silent screams.

Within the punctured souls, writhing black, threadlike worms crawled out.

And then, those souls in front of Qin Chu evaporated.

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