Demon King Nag

Surrounded by nobles, you look at me, I look at you... They are all followers of the Goddess of Holy Light, nominally.

As for how much faith they still hold in their hearts, only they themselves know.

But at least at this moment, looking at the dilapidated buildings and the shriveled corpses around them, and knowing that such a disaster could befall them at any time, their faith remained steadfast.

Their arms were crossed over their chests, and they chanted prayers to the Goddess of Holy Light, yearning for the protection of the Holy Light.

Their prayers seemed to work; strands of white silk gathered in the sky, eventually coalescing above Qin Chu's head like a sacred lotus in full bloom.

The night was as bright as day.

Qin Chu's figure was bathed in Holy Light, with seemingly white wings shimmering behind him.

For a moment, Qin Chu's figure appeared exceptionally holy and noble.

The scene that unfolded before the surrounding nobles caused them to tremble, their eyes gleaming with excitement, adoration, and even a hint of madness.

Is this... an angel descending?

Before anyone knew it, as the first person knelt on the ground, more and more people followed suit.

"An angel has descended!"

"Divine messenger!"

"This is a miracle."

Similar sounds rose and fell.

Augustus, Saint Monica, and Wadsworth's hearts sank. They had been consciously concealing Qin Chu's ability to summon the phantom of a goddess to prevent Qin Chu from being worshipped as a divine messenger.

Unexpectedly, it has now appeared in a completely different form!

Qin Chu's face was filled with benevolent holiness as he looked down at Karthus. Karthus seemed to hear the curses and insults directed at him, the insults directed at Jello, and the worship directed at Qin Chu all around him.

The power of the Holy Light seemed to have slightly restored Karthus's sanity; although headless, the man seemed to understand what was happening around him.

His body was convulsing, spasming, and struggling violently.

If he truly has his own consciousness, then he must be in great pain right now.

Pain is what's meant to be; if Karthus doesn't react at all, Qin Chu will find it less enjoyable.

"Karthus..." Qin Chu leaned down, placing his hand on Karthus's chest, Magic Power Qin Chu voice into Karthus 'Karthus body through his palm, communicating with him through their consciousness. This method was extremely secretive and would not be noticed by anyone, not even Wadsworth who was following behind.

If Karthus were still conscious, he would definitely have sensed it.

"I could actually save you, but why should I waste my precious Magic Power on you?"

"Actually, Norma was just begging me to save you. You seem to have misunderstood something... But it doesn't matter anymore. It seems Norma doesn't like you at all now. What a pity."

"You seem to like Sylph quite a bit, don't you?"

"I will definitely devour Sylph too. I will use the worst methods to deal with him. It's a pity you're about to die and won't see it, otherwise it would have been very exciting."

"Oh, right, did you think I didn't know about your Hero's Party's plans?"

"You're wrong, I know perfectly well."

"Your plan to kill me is doomed to fail. On the contrary, I will kill the entire Hero's Party."

"By the way, I actually killed Benson."

Karthus's body suddenly stiffened. He seemed to have really heard Qin Chu's voice. A few seconds later, his headless body began to convulse, spasm, and struggle with exaggerated force.

Qin Chu straightened up, his hands clenching again, and the Sword of Judgment reappeared in his palms. It was a loss that he could hear Karthus's desperate cries, but he was almost ready to die too.

"Evil filth, do you still want to struggle?"

"In the name of the Goddess of Holy Light, accept judgment!"

Pfft...

The Sword of Judgment pierced Karthus's heart.

The silvery flames spread rapidly from the heart to the body and limbs.

After revealing the whole truth to Karthus and subjecting him to the most agonizing despair, Qin Chu finally mercifully ended his life.

Karthus met his end amidst the curses, insults, hatred, and disgust of the crowd.

Only ashes remained on the ground.

The four chains fell to the ground.

Seeing the reverent gazes around him, Qin Chu knew that the grand scene he had deliberately created had a very good effect.

He had intended to act like a charlatan and fool the nobles around him, but suddenly, as if sensing something, Qin Chu looked up at the sky.

The pitch-black night sky looked as if it had been torn apart by a giant battle axe, and crimson light enveloped the earth like blood, turning the whole world into a blood-red color.

Gloomy and oppressive.

An indescribable sense of fear spread through everyone's hearts.

Nobody knows what caused this change.

A colossal Bone Throne emerged from the Void!

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Chapter 177 Demon King Nag (2)

The deepest darkness was replaced by Crimson, enveloping the entire world. Starlight, like bright red gems, shimmered eerily in the night sky. Countless fine, viscous, blood-like streaks then drifted between heaven and earth.

The two crescent moons turned into a scarlet blood moon.

The whole world was shrouded in a hazy, Crimson veil, eerily quiet, like a giant tomb.

The Crimson gradually turned into a thick, blood-red glow, reflecting on everyone's faces and giving them an eerie appearance. This made their faces look increasingly distorted and even ferocious. Bathed in the scarlet light, panic began to spread.

People didn't know what was going on, but everyone could feel the ominous atmosphere and indescribable fear that began to permeate everyone's hearts, and people's bodies were trembling.

They wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Qin Chu's expression was also extremely solemn. He knew that his first real confrontation with the deity in the Void had already incurred the displeasure of that powerful and strange being.

Augustus, Wadsworth, and Saint Monica also wore solemn expressions, their faces, each a different color, gazing at the Void above them.

Sylph and Aili also temporarily disregarded their grief over Karthus's death.

The night was so peaceful. The crimson full moon, so different from usual, shone with a dreamlike beauty. In the silent, desolate world, the trees cast dappled shadows on the broken ground.

The Crimson continued to spread, diffusing along the dark Sky Curtain.

Suddenly, a different color emerged from the crack torn open in the Void.

Qin Chu felt a sudden chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

It was a tall throne.

Like a palace, like a mountain.

The entire throne is constructed from stacked white skulls. Just how many skulls were needed to build such a massive throne? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? A million? Or ten million?

No one knew; all they could see was that the eye sockets on the white skeletal skull were flashing with an eerie, scarlet light.

There was nothing on the throne, but even that emptiness felt like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, bringing a heavy, suffocating fear.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of extreme violence and filth pierced Qin Chu's ears. Unlike the eerie murmurs he had heard before, this sound was more penetrating, not sinister and eerie, but filled with a violent roar.

His veins and bulges immediately stood out, throbbing violently as if they were about to burst.

In his mind's eye, Qin Chu seemed to see his blood vessels bursting and blood gushing out.

An uncontrollable rage is spreading rapidly from the depths of his heart...

He seemed to be rapidly transforming into a ferocious monster, much like Karthus.

Light!

Suddenly, Qin Chu bit his tongue, the stinging pain slightly restoring his spirit. He let out a loud shout, and the gentle Holy Light once again spread.

The violent impulse in his chest subsided instantly, and the Holy Light spread outwards from Qin Chu's body. The closest person to him was Wadsworth, whose eyes were wide open and bulging outwards, his fingers were clenched, and his body seemed to be expanding indistinctly.

Clearly, he was struggling with a violent urge within his body to wreak havoc.

As the Holy Light descended, the urge to devour was suppressed. Wadsworth took a deep breath, his condition returned to normal, and he looked around. Wadsworth and Saint Monica, the two most powerful mages, were the least affected.

Mages naturally have higher mental strength and are more resistant to such influences, making them much better off than Wadsworth.

As the Holy Light spread, their slight discomfort gradually dissipated.

Norma was quite normal; this woman's mind was stronger than it appeared. The large number of nobles in the distance only felt fear; otherwise, they seemed largely unaffected.

That mysterious and eerie being seemed to look down on ordinary people, because they had no power.

Those who truly suffered were those with some strength who happened to be noticed by the beings in the Void, but were not strong enough to withstand the Crimson impact...

Amidst a large group of nobles, a young man let out a shrill howl. His body swelled into a sphere, his skin covered with strange, cracked patterns, and his body hair became black and long. He seemed to have mutated into a giant gorilla, and his shrill howl gradually turned into a brutal roar.

His hands had transformed into sharp claws, lunging at the nearest person. However, before he could even reach them, the blood vessels in his body could no longer withstand the near-boiling blood within him and burst open with a deafening roar.

He wanted to destroy, but he himself went first to perish.

The Holy Light continued to spread, and more and more people were enveloped in Holy Light. Their violently beating hearts gradually calmed down, and the Holy Light made them feel warm and safe.

Only Qin Chu still radiates Holy Light; only Holy Light can bring salvation... Fear is the greatest breeding ground for faith.

Suddenly, Qin Chu's heart skipped a beat.

He felt a pair of fierce eyes sweep over him.

That was the gaze of the gods.

A sudden shiver sent goosebumps up Qin Chu's skin.

Immediately afterwards, the Crimson in the night sky contracted rapidly like a churning river, darkness returned, the moonlight regained its brightness, all the light was contained within the crack, the throne of bones disappeared before our eyes, and the crack in the Void gradually closed.

If it weren't for the several corpses that had inexplicably exploded on the ground, one might have thought that what they had seen before was just an illusion.

An eerie silence lingered for several seconds. A large number of nobles prostrated themselves on the ground, loudly chanting the name of the Hero and praising the glory of the Goddess of Holy Light.

At this moment, Qin Chu was no longer just Hero; he was also a messenger of the Goddess of Holy Light.

Qin Chu paid no attention to the reactions of the nobles around him. His face remained calm as he glanced at Wadsworth, Saint Monica, and Augustus behind him.

"That deity just now was not a benevolent being..."

His gaze swept across the ashes remaining on the ground after Karthus's body had melted away.

"Perhaps, He needs believers."

"But you don't want to end up like Karthus, do you?"

Qin Chu uttered a single sentence, then responded to the nobles' homage with a gentle smile.

The three bigwigs exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes showing a mixture of suspicion and admiration.

As expected of Hero, although he seems to spend all his time with women, his intelligence is unparalleled. They held a secret meeting behind the Hero's back to discuss how to make a choice in the future.

Saint Monica once suggested that if the Hero and the Goddess of Holy Light were to win, they would be heroes; if they were to lose, the newly born deities would also need followers.

Qin Chu, however, saw right through their thoughts.

Those ambiguous words just now sounded more like a warning from Hero; they didn't have many options.

You don't want to end up like Karthus, do you? His body trembled inexplicably as he recalled the followers of the Void Gods... one was a prince who ended up as a rotting, stinking mass of flesh.

One is Karthus, who transforms into a crazed, ravenous monster incapable of anything but slaughter.

Is this the fate of followers of the Void Gods? A fate worse than death.

The three exchanged glances, seemingly understanding the unspoken meaning in each other's eyes. Their previous decision now appeared to have been somewhat hasty...

Watching Qin Chu respond to the kneeling nobles and accept the worship of thousands of nobles, the three of them felt somewhat depressed. They knew that the Hero's reputation was inevitably rising higher and higher, and the difficulty of attacking the Hero in the future would also increase dramatically, likely facing countless obstacles.

Norma watched Qin Chu's retreating figure, her eyes filled with admiration.

Sylph and Aili had gloomy expressions, their fingers clenched tightly.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Even the First-Generation Hero, Jello, wasn't so revered. What has Qin Chu done to deserve this? He's not even qualified to carry Lord Jello's shoes. What has he done to deserve being more popular than Jello, who has fought Magic Creature for years and saved countless lives?