Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 789 - 535 Destiny Intervenes (1 - of 4000 Words)_2

Chapter 789: Chapter 535 Destiny Intervenes (1 Chapter of 4000 Words)_2

This invasion only caused Antasia to feel as if her soul, consciousness, and brain were all churned into a mess of pulp.

The indescribable stabbing pain even made Antasia feel as if her body was about to split into pieces and fall apart.

But from beginning to end, Antasia did not utter a word of refusal; she was desperately enduring the pain while opening herself up to accept this powerful strength.

The change in Antasia even caught the attention of the Lord of Pleasure.

His eyes had already become cold and merciless.

Even this weakest woman was trying to resist him?

It was indeed a laughable act, yet it made the Lord of Pleasure feel an unprecedented rage.

The hazy ice coldness had already completely enveloped Antasia’s body, and no one noticed that on her forehead, a diamond-shaped mark was gradually being branded.

That was the Cold Ice Authority.

The symbol of the Ice Goddess.

Clearly, the legacy left by the Ice Goddess and those like the Fiery Flames Authority or Storm Authority were somewhat different.

Within the Cold Ice Authority, there was still a surprisingly potent energy... This part of the energy came from the long-fallen Ice Goddess, as well as the Ice Witch who had died a hundred years ago.

And at this moment, this abundant energy was all being infused into Antasia’s body.

Suddenly possessing such astonishing energy, Antasia’s body seemed unable to bear it, her form almost turning into a crystal clear and beautiful ice sculpture covered in dense, fine cracks.

It appeared as though she might shatter at any moment.

However, on the other hand, the Cold Ice Authority was continuously releasing circles of energy, barely maintaining Antasia’s body from complete destruction.

At the same time, a massive amount of memories were playing out in Antasia’s mind.

Antasia saw the scene from a thousand years ago, where the Goddess as beautiful as snowflakes, rode the chilling blizzard towards the Strongest Evil God.

She saw the Goddess’s body torn to pieces, drenched in blood.

She saw the Goddess’s Authority, falling from the Void.

She saw the Ice Witch walking on the glacier, her shock and fury when she first glimpsed the remains of the Strongest Evil God.

She saw the Ice Witch attempting to use a large quantity of Holy Crystal Stones and Magic Bombs, along with all her own strength to detonate them, in a vain effort to destroy the Evil God Remains.

Unfortunately, even with an enormous concentration of Holy Crystal Stones and Magic Bombs, and the strength of the Ice Witch herself, causing a massive explosion that could easily shatter a mountain range extending for thousands of kilometers into fragments, it was still unable to break the remains of the Strongest Evil God.

Instead, it was the Ice Witch herself who, under the impact of the explosion, had her physical body shattered leaving only her soul intact, residing in the Cold Ice Authority waiting for the next one capable of inheriting the Ice Goddess’s will to appear.

This was a legacy.

The legacy was not just the Cold Ice Authority, nor just the strength of the Ice Goddess.

It was also a will, a spirit.

The power contained within the Authority might fade, but this spirit would never diminish.

Ah!

Accompanied by the shrillest of screams.

The icy chill engulfing Antasia suddenly condensed, and in the Void behind her, a large figure gradually took shape.

That figure, with graceful curves, seemed to be wearing a flowing ice-blue gown.

The form was hazy, the face unclear, yet one could feel a pure and immaculate beauty; the figure’s hands outspread, as if wings, protecting the woman before it.

That was the illusion of the Ice Goddess.

After the icy chill dissipated, Antasia’s figure finally came into view, still covered with cracks all over, her face, neck, arms, hands, everywhere, fine lines visible, with a hint of coldness ceaselessly releasing through those fissures.

Antasia was well aware that once the power hidden in the Cold Ice Authority was exhausted, she would be reverted to her original form, back to that weak princess state.

But, what of it?

At least now, she possessed the strength to protect her lover, and that was enough.

The lips of the Lord of Pleasure trembled; naturally, He could recognize the illusion of the Ice Goddess.

He was enraged, not just at the living things, even those pieces of garbage that had long since died, and were they really standing up to oppose Him?

Yet before the Lord of Pleasure could release this rage, another whoosh was heard.

A crimson figure streaked across the sky.

The moment the Lord of Pleasure noticed this figure, he felt his own heart tremble abruptly.

He sensed it—the aura of the Father God?

Though exceedingly faint, it was undoubtedly the presence of the Father God.

Could it be that the old man truly came back to life?

In that instant, due to the longstanding fear of the Father God, the Lord of Pleasure even felt the impulse to turn and run, for no one knew better how powerful the Father God was.

However, the Lord of Pleasure soon realized that the Father God had not been resurrected.

It was just some unfortunate soul who had been corrupted by the Father God’s blood. This fellow must have already become a madman, appearing at a time like this, was it because of the hatred implanted in his blood for the seven progeny?

While this thought flickered through the Lord of Pleasure’s mind, the figure had already descended nearby—it was indeed Wozworth.

Compared to the other women beside him, Wozworth’s condition was obviously much worse.

Beneath the guise of a human exterior writhed countless tentacle-like appendages.

Only in a pair of eyes was there the spreading of flames of wrath being sprayed.

Whether it was Ireta, Adelina’s appearance, or Great and Small Shaye, the Moon Goddess, Antia making themselves known, or Nadia’s arrival, or even Antasia accepting the legacy of the Ice Goddess, and now with Wozworth appearing before him, the Lord of Pleasure had no intention of stopping them.

Stop them?

Unnecessary.

These foolish and ignorant humans.

They do not understand that no matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants and cannot kill an elephant.

Do they actually believe that having a greater number of humans would allow them to contend with gods?

Impossible, the gap between gods and humans cannot be bridged by sheer numbers... The Lord of Pleasure was waiting, waiting for those among humans with the strength and the will to emerge, to then completely crush these rebellious forces all at once.

Otherwise, these fellows hiding and seeking out one by one would truly be a bit troublesome.

The Lord of Pleasure was even somewhat looking forward to it, wondering if there would be more surprises to come.

"It seems that everyone has arrived."

Right then, a gentle voice, along with a breeze, brushed past everyone’s ears.

Upon hearing this voice, everyone else remained normal while the Lord of Pleasure’s face suddenly underwent a drastic change.

This was the first time such a severe change appeared on the face of this powerful god.

Without a doubt, just from the sound of the voice alone, the Lord of Pleasure already knew who had uttered it.

In the next instant, a sudden change arose.

In the boundless expanse of the sky, it seemed as if a delicate, pale hand traced across it.

Following the path of the hand, the sky instantly dimmed, a veil shrouding the heavens... no, not just the patch of sky overhead, but the entire Sky Dome Continent, the whole planet, was now deprived of light.

The canopy had enshrouded the whole world.

The connection between this world and the Void had been cut off.

In this moment, the world had become an enormous prison, and the entity imprisoned within was none other than the Lord of Pleasure.

Instantly, the Lord of Pleasure could clearly sense that after the connection with the Void was severed, the oppression and rejection against him surged tremendously, and his strength was being ruthlessly compressed.

This god, who always maintained a dignified image, could no longer hold back. His pupils seemed to be shooting intense flames, and his lips, trembling with anger, spat out a few words, "Moile!"

"It’s you!"

The Goddess of Destiny, Moile.

In the Void, it seemed a crisp laughter like that of wind chimes echoed.

Hehe...

Fate?

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