Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 791 - 536: The Heart of Wozworth (Second - 8000)_2

Chapter 791: Chapter 536: The Heart of Wozworth (Second Chapter 8000)_2

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All these girls were quick-witted like ice and snow; without any discussion, a single glance was enough to understand each other’s thoughts.

Instantly, the crowd dispersed.

Little Shaye, Antasia, and Cynthia formed a perfect triangle surrounding the Lord of Pleasure in the center.

The other women were scattered across the sky, the ground, and the four cardinal directions.

The energy within their bodies was rapidly mobilized.

Little Shaye had already raised her Magic Wand high, as the dark Magic Power spread over her body.

But... the first to strike was not Little Shaye but another being.

Wozworth!

The ordinary-looking yet wildly-tempered Wozworth was actually as meticulous as they come.

Facing a being like the Lord of Pleasure, Wozworth would probably turn tail and run; it would be more accurate to say he wouldn’t even show up here.

Yet, the current state Wozworth was clearly abnormal.

He had completely lost his mind; among his few remaining sane thoughts were only brutality, slaughter, and destruction... and upon sensing the Lord of Pleasure, a reborn hatred emerged.

This hatred even overshadowed all other emotions in his chest.

The strong man could no longer bear it; beneath the skin, stripe-like things began wriggling ever more rapidly.

To the naked eye, a mass of flesh-like strands were gathering on his right arm, twisting and entwining like steel cables, as if transforming into the most solid muscle on Wozworth’s arm.

Thwack!

The sleeves of his robe couldn’t withstand the energy and were directly shattered into fragments.

A low, suppressed roar, akin to the bellow of a wild beast, suddenly erupted from Wozworth’s throat; in the next moment, with a bang, his body shot from the ground like a cannonball, hurtling toward the Lord of Pleasure.

The erosive aura emanating from the Lord of Pleasure had no effect whatsoever on Wozworth.

Wozworth wasn’t influenced at all by the Lord of Pleasure’s corruption.

Nonsense.

Wozworth’s body had long been completely corroded inside and out by the aura of the Strongest Evil God; there was no room for the Lord of Pleasure to intervene.

At this moment, Wozworth’s face twisted grotesquely, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, his hair and beard bristled, and his tightly clenched right fist surged with concentrated energy, shattering space wherever it went.

Though he had started thousands of meters away from the Lord of Pleasure, he appeared in front of the being in an instant.

"One punch, Earth-shattering!"

Whoom!

The ground trembled where the fist’s force landed.

A vacuum vortex seemed to form before the fist.

The air around was forcibly pushed away, causing the Lord of Pleasure’s flowing hair to flutter.

The sight of this ugly man disgusted the Lord of Pleasure, Who could barely even be bothered to touch this unaesthetic, inelegant life-form, and with a slight slant of Her violet eyes...

Bang! A heavy blow struck Wozworth’s chest.

His entire chest caved in instantly, and a series of bone-shattering sounds seemed to echo from within.

The fingers on his clenched right hand, as if manipulated by some mysterious force, were all forcibly separated and bent backward, sticking to the back of the hand with cracking noises.

That was not all; an invisible impact surged forward.

Starting from the fingertips, strips of crimson flesh were torn from the bones on Wozworth’s right hand.

In an instant, the entire right arm had turned into bare, stark-white bones.

This is what a God is, this is a God.

Though separated from the Void, though repelled and suppressed by the world, though Her strength was waning, in the face of the enemy before Her, the Lord of Pleasure still possessed a power utterly insurmountable by any human.

With a whoosh, Wozworth’s body was sent flying backward.

From his throat gushed a thick spat of blood.

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But on that face covered with a stubbly beard, there was no trace of fear or pain, only excitement.

Yes, this is perfect, this is for the best.

If I can die here, then it is the best conclusion.

In that way, Carol and the others... they can survive.

It was the occasional moments of clarity in his spiritual wisdom after the abnormality that made Wozworth realize that sometimes living was more terrifying than death.

Hahahaha...

Accompanied by the strange laughter, Wozworth’s body rose from the ground once again, his chest now supported by some weird, tendril-like objects in place of his original bones, propping up the caved-in ribcage.

The surging energy inside him gathered once more above his right fist, readying for the second attack.

"Dark Coffin!"

Faster than Wozworth’s second wave of attacks was Little Saye’s power.

Her tender, fair hand streaked across the sky, and in an instant at the Lord of Pleasure’s head, feet, to the left, right, front, and back, darkness rapidly condensed into six walls. These walls then merged together instantly, forming a massive coffin that sealed the Lord of Pleasure within.

Little Saye’s demigod-level power managed to sustain the blockade, but it lasted only for a brief second before the purple-red glow tore through the darkness.

Little Saye did not linger for battle; her figure vanished in a flash, disappearing from her original spot. Right behind where Little Saye had stood, nine malevolent snakes appeared out of nowhere, slashing through the air and almost piercing through Little Saye’s body.

"Freeze."

Meanwhile, the crisp voice came from Antasia’s cherry lips.

With arms outstretched, the massive Goddess phantom behind her mimicked her gesture. In the next moment, a myriad of snowflakes began to fall from above the Lord of Pleasure’s head, seemingly to form an enormous ice coffin to seal him in.

But as a cold breeze passed through mid-air, the snowflakes scattered.

A multitude of snowflakes converged, warping into an ice-white chain that swiftly coiled towards the Lord of Pleasure’s body.

This attack greatly irritated the Lord of Pleasure, who nonchalantly grabbed the chain in his palm, and in the next instant, with a snap, the chains shattered.

Soon his lips slightly parted.

An extremely sinister howl resounded by Antasia’s ear, and even with the protection of the Goddess, the temporarily empowered Antasia simply couldn’t withstand the corruption. Her mind went blank in an instant, as if her brain had completely lost the ability to think.

Immediately after, convulsions broke the ground beneath Antasia’s feet, swaying with the wind. Those were delicate, fair arms of a girl, with the smoothest, most direct skin texture, long fingers, and nails trimmed to perfection.

The fingers curled and reached out straight for Antasia, who had just lost the ability to think.

Right at that moment, several chains, from nowhere, suddenly entwined, wrapping around Antasia’s slender waist, and with a whoosh, she was swept off the ground. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

She narrowly avoided the beautiful, fair hands emerging from the ground.

Damn it!

The Lord of Pleasure cursed darkly.

Having power suppressed, feeling a forced waning of strength, was truly awful.

Moreover, these women were like buzzing flies around his ears, and like monkeys hopping around in front of him, all adding to the Lord of Pleasure’s irritation.

He had just intended to take a step forward to pursue Antasia, who was swept away by the chains, when an angry roar came from behind.

"Two Fists, Mountain Collapse!"

Wozworth’s second round of attacks had materialized, his iron fist appearing suddenly behind the Lord of Pleasure.

Being a God, he could certainly withstand this round of attacks, but being struck by a mortal’s fist was still somewhat damaging to his dignity.

Annoyed, an extra hand suddenly emerged at the Lord of Pleasure’s back, which casually flicked the mountain-collapsing fist aside with ease.

In the next instant, the third hand that had sprouted from behind pierced straight through Wozworth’s chest.

Afterward, with a sizzling noise, the hand retracted, now holding a dark-red, still-pulsating heart in its palm.

The fingers contracted, and with a pop, Wozworth’s heart was instantly crushed into fragments.

Blood mixed with bits of flesh flowed through the gaps between the fingers.

Wozworth’s body suddenly stiffened in place, motionless, his head drooping slightly as if he gazed with an incredulous expression at the gaping hole in his chest.

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