The Crown Prince Has a Little Something Green on His Head (2)

The fact that he reacted to Antasia was perhaps purely a power derived from his bloodline.

Qin Chu lowered his eyelids and walked forward step by step. "Antia, just go for it."

In an instant, a look of surprise appeared on Antia's usually frighteningly calm face, and her eyes became exceptionally bright.

Right there on the battlefield, the assassin leader still wore a mocking smile as he watched the four guards grow increasingly sluggish and their wounds multiply. He continued to erode their will to fight with words, "Surrender, at least you can die a quick death."

"No one will come to save you; your deaths are already inevitable."

"If you surrender obediently, we might let Her Highness die with some dignity. Otherwise, with over fifty brothers on our side, I can't guarantee what will become of Her Highness... Hehehe..."

The leader emitted a sinister, twisted voice; his hoarse, eerie laugh sounded particularly jarring...

Just then, a sharp sound was heard, as if a hand had slapped the leader's shoulder. The assassin leader, who had been grinning sinisterly, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his ear-piercing laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His body froze on the spot.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, mingling with the sweat and rolling down his cheeks.

Hiss...

Who is this person? They appeared behind me without making a sound; I didn't sense them at all. What if they attacked from behind...?

An indescribable sense of fear swept over him; the leader felt goosebumps all over his body and his scalp felt like it was about to explode.

He dared not move. The other person's hand was still on his shoulder, and taking his life would be as easy as turning his hand.

His throat bobbed, and he felt a rapid increase in the rate at which saliva was being secreted in his mouth. Suppressing the urge to scream, the leader tried to control his fear and speak in a calm tone:

"Who exactly are you? What do you want...? It's best to avoid getting involved in some things, otherwise you might bring trouble upon yourself..."

Immediately afterwards, the leader felt a hand slowly rise from his shoulder.

The leader breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when his raised hand, as if to wipe the dust off his shoulder, slowly fell back down.

"Noisy!"

As the cold voice came from behind, the leader felt a terrifying force strike his shoulder.

The next instant, the bones in his shoulder shattered, and his legs couldn't withstand the impact, his knees snapped, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, followed by an extremely shrill scream.

The fingers, though seemingly light and delicate, contained a terrifying strength that even the leader could not withstand.

Qin Chu did nothing else, leaving the rest of the time for Antia to perform.

The leader's shrill screams attracted the attention of a large group of assassins. Although they were in the middle of a battle, the assassins couldn't help but turn their heads. However, before they could see what was happening behind them, they saw a dark red spear with a piercing shriek tearing through the air like a meteor.

Dark red flames coiled around the spear like venomous snakes, making it look even more terrifying.

The spear was so fast that even though these assassins were all highly skilled, they couldn't even keep up with its movement. It was as if the spear was leaping and bounding forward through space.

In an instant, the gun barrel appeared in front of an assassin. It pierced through his chest, the rapidly spinning shaft scraping away large chunks of flesh and bone from his chest cavity, leaving only a hole the size of a bowl in his chest; he was clearly not going to live.

That wasn't all. After piercing through a person's body, the spear's speed didn't decrease at all. All that could be heard was a continuous series of "thud, thud, thud" sounds. Just in front of the spear, like skewering candied hawthorns, the bodies of four or five assassins were directly pierced through.

Immediately, as if guided, the spear flew back in the opposite direction.

Only then did Antia appear.

Her petite figure was still wreathed in dark red flames, clad in what appeared to be tattered armor, her long golden hair billowing in the fierce wind, and black chains wrapped around her small body.

Her narrow, eerily beautiful face exuded indifference.

The group of assassins were shocked and horrified. In an instant, they killed six of their companions. Everyone knew that this petite girl must be an extremely powerful expert. They also saw that their leader had been suppressed and was kneeling on the ground, screaming in agony.

At this moment, these assassins also revealed their frenzied side. Howling like beasts, they split off nearly half of their members and swept towards Antia like a storm.

In an instant, before Antia, to her left and right, and in the sky, were figures of assassins in black, their blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Behind them, several more magicians simultaneously began chanting lengthy incantations.

Two archers had already drawn their bows, and the sharp arrows were locked onto the small figure.

"Watch out..." Antasia couldn't help but exclaim.

She didn't know the girl's identity, but at least she wasn't an enemy, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.

Antia stood quietly in place the whole time, her indifferent gaze only sweeping over the enemy rushing towards her. Finally, she raised her slender little hand and stretched it out forward.

The chains binding Antia instantly transformed into dark red venomous snakes, hissing and tearing through the air.

In the night sky, chains twisted and weaved!

An assassin attempted to use his dagger to block the chains hurtling towards his chest, but before the dagger could even touch the chains, the chains suddenly wrapped around him and pierced through his chest from behind.

A mage raised a magical shield, but a chain swept across, shattering the shield with a bang. The mage was sent flying, and just as he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, another chain pierced through his mouth and through his head.

An archer tried to escape, but the chains spread rapidly along the ground, wrapping around his legs. In the next instant, his entire body was suspended in mid-air. Another chain snaked over and wrapped around his neck. In a desperate scream, the two chains suddenly tightened, and his body was torn in two, blood staining the night sky.

Pfft... Pfft... Pfft...

Viperous snakes are dancing wildly.

The cold chains mercilessly pierced through body after body.

Blood was gushing out.

The pungent stench of blood was spreading in the night wind.

The difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great. Even though these assassins were quite skilled, they didn't even have the strength to fight back against Antia, and could only wait in despair for their slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, all that remained on the ground were large sections of corpses with ribcages, necks, or pierced foreheads. Some were not quite dead yet, their bodies twitching like toads.

That wasn't all; the chains binding Antia continued to meander and grow longer, eventually sealing off a large area with wildly swirling chains.

Desperate cries and screams of impending death rose and fell.

The four guards trembled as they shielded Antasia behind them. Although the chains showed no intention of attacking them, the sight before them still sent chills down their spines.

Perhaps only for a few seconds, the screams stopped abruptly, the night sky returned to silence, and only the stench of blood lingered in the air.

The chains returned to Antia, who tilted her head in a somewhat bewildered manner. If she hadn't just easily ended dozens of lives, this posture would have even seemed rather cute.

She lifted her slender legs, dragging the chains binding her, and walked step by step toward Antasia.

Her eyes held a mixture of confusion, sadness, and a hint of curiosity.

The four guards were startled. Their bodies tensed instinctively, their palms gripping their weapons were covered in hot, damp sweat, and their fingers trembled slightly—a reaction completely out of their control.

Antia's strength was simply too great; it was a force they were completely unable to contend with.

Even so, the four guards did not retreat an inch; protecting the princess was their duty.

However, such vigilance was rather disrespectful to the benefactor who had just saved her. Antasia took a deep breath and ordered the four guards to step back for the time being.

The four guards hesitated briefly, but ultimately took a few steps back. They had no choice; they couldn't win anyway...

Finally, Antia came to stand before Antasia.

Antasia took a deep breath and spoke solemnly with standard aristocratic etiquette, "Respected and powerful lady, thank you... oh..."

Before she could finish speaking, Antasia's voice suddenly betrayed a hint of surprise. The petite, beautiful, and exceptionally powerful woman before her suddenly raised her right hand, her slender, pale fingers reaching out to caress Antasia's cheek.

This made Antasia somewhat suspicious, not understanding what was going on.

Then Antia stretched out her little hand, as if she wanted to pat Antasia's head!

However, she seemed too short compared to Antasia, and her little hands couldn't quite reach her, which made Antia a little frustrated. Then she tried her best to stand on tiptoe and finally reached Antasia's forehead.

The little hands patted gently.

A smile actually appeared on Antia's face.

A very gentle, very gentle smile...

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Chapter 141 The Crown Prince's Head is a Little Green (2)

To be honest, that scene looked a bit strange.

After all, Antia's figure was really too petite, so gently patting Antasia's head, who was much taller than him, made him seem a bit precocious.

Moreover, Antasia is the princess of the Ice Grand Duchy, a woman of noble status.

But Antasia didn't feel offended at all; on the contrary, she felt quite comfortable. Even though Antia's little hands were cold, they felt warm to her.

On Antia's face, a smile that Qin Chu had never seen before appeared.

"What's your name?" Antia asked, tilting her head.

"Antasia Maisfield."

Antia repeated the name softly several times, then silently withdrew her small hand thoughtfully. She didn't say anything more, and amidst everyone's surprised gazes, she came to Qin Chu and directly entered Qin Chu body.

This scene startled Antasia and the other four.

"Sir, may I ask what this is...?" Antasia couldn't help but ask cautiously, unable to contain her curiosity.

Qin Chu simply put a finger to his lips and smiled at Antasia, "Miss Antasia, can you keep this a secret for me?"

Since Antia didn't say anything more, Qin Chu wouldn't cause any unnecessary trouble.

Antasia was shocked and confused, but she still nodded obediently. After all, it was Qin Chu and the petite lady who had just saved her, and it seemed that Qin Chu was the core of the group. Naturally, she would not refuse Qin Chu's request.

Her gaze shifted to behind Qin Chu, where a tall, strikingly beautiful woman immediately caught Antasia's eye.

Antasia is not just a princess who can only be protected; she herself possesses considerable strength and is an excellent mage. However, she exhausted her Magic Power too early in the recent battle, but her senses remain, and she can perceive that this is an extremely powerful being.

On the other side, Ekaterina's unique attire—long crimson hair and crimson armor—made Antasia thoughtful.

Qin Chu didn't say much, but went to the four guards who were covered in wounds. These four were excellent warriors, and their strength was very high, all around level 70. They were actually slightly stronger than those assassins, but unfortunately, they were outnumbered.

The Holy Light healed the wounds on the four people, and they expressed their gratitude to Qin Chu for his help.

Antasia approached Qin Chu again, bowing gracefully at Qin Chu: "Respected Hero, please allow me to express my gratitude once more. If it weren't for your help, we would probably be dead here."

After finishing the treatment, Qin Chu stood up, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Antasia: "You know I'm Hero?"

Antasia smiled, "Of course, that lady must be Scarlet Valkyrie Ekaterina, right? A former member of the Hero's Party, and now the Hero's confidante."

"Although we live in a world of ice and snow, we have heard about some important events that have occurred in the Orwell Empire."

The title "confidante" pleased Ekaterina greatly, and she nodded repeatedly.

A smart woman.

Antasia behaved very politely. Although she expressed her gratitude to Qin Chu, she made absolutely no physical contact. She did not perform the normal noble greetings of kissing hands, cheek kissing, or hugging. She was very conservative.

This would have been almost impossible in the rather open-minded Orwell Empire.

If an ordinary noblewoman encountered such a situation, she would probably start thinking about what to name her child in seven or eight months.

Qin Chu laughed and said, "As a gentleman, I cannot tolerate watching a beautiful lady being attacked by a group of thugs."

"Perhaps we can learn something from this man." Qin Chu's gaze fell upon the assassin leader, whose legs were broken and whose shoulders were shattered, yet he was still groaning in pain.

Looking at these people, Qin Chu was absolutely certain that it was that eldest prince who was behind it all.

However, these words had a completely different effect when spoken by him versus by an assassin.

The leader's eyes were filled with despair as he watched his fifty-odd men being slaughtered in less than ten seconds. Knowing he was doomed, he still displayed a touch of masculinity, staring at Qin Chu with bloodshot, bulging eyes as Qin Chu approached. "Don't dream about it, I won't tell you anything... Aaaaaah..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice rang out in a piercing scream, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Large amounts of blood gushed from his shoulder, quickly staining the ground crimson. An arm was submerged in blood, and his fingers were still trembling nervously.

Hiss!

This scene caused Antasia and her four guards to slightly change their expressions.

This Hero is ruthless.

The blood-stained blade spun in Qin Chu's palm. Qin Chu knelt before the leader, his tone cold as he looked at the dying man.

"You'd better understand that you have many other parts; you have eyes, a nose, a tongue, ears, an arm, two legs..."

"I have plenty of time to play with you at your own pace."

"I assure you, you will not die until you speak."

As he spoke, Qin Chu extended his right hand, and Holy Light began to heal the wounds on the assassin leader's body.

The healing ended, the Holy Light dissipated, and the whole world appeared deep and dark.

Before anyone knew it, dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and Qin Chu's figure appeared like a monster hidden in the darkness.