Who Is the Vice President?

As Angela was explaining, a strange syllable suddenly escaped her lips, as if a keyword had been triggered and was immediately muted.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, and her body trembled like a leaf.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but the sound that came out was a shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, Angela's smooth skin began to swell rapidly. Her face, arms, thighs, scalp, and even her tongue... It seemed as if countless tiny things were wriggling beneath her skin, converging towards Angela's flat abdomen. Her abdomen even began to bulge, just like... pregnancy!

The scene sent chills down the spines of both Qin Chu and Wadsworth.

Angela seemed to feel unbearably itchy, reaching out to pull out clumps of her hair.

Qin Chu and Wadsworth's expressions both stiffened. They knew that Angela was undergoing a strange change that could be very dangerous, but precisely because of their skill and daring, neither Qin Chu nor Wadsworth tried to stop the mutation.

Angela's situation was clearly different from those Witches' Association who turned into thick liquid. She held a higher position, so the restrictions placed on her were extraordinary.

Her eyes were filled with longing; she seemed to hope that Wadsworth would kill her out of consideration for their years of marriage. She was now enduring unspeakable pain.

Neither Wadsworth nor Qin Chu were moved by Angela's yearning gaze.

They only wanted to gain a deeper understanding of the Witches' Association through this woman.

Angela's yearning turned into disappointment, disappointment into despair, and then into madness.

She screamed repeatedly, and the rationality in her eyes was disappearing at a visible speed.

The once elegant and noble princess now seemed to have transformed into a wounded beast. She writhed and writhed on the ground in pain and agitation, her body moving in ways that were beyond human capabilities, crawling like a snake. Her body seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, writhing as it approached Sharon.

She seemed very thirsty; her lips had become chapped.

His face contorted as he stared at the blood Sharon spitting out, his tongue brushing against his dry, cracked lips as if it were some delicious drink.

"Chirp chirp chirp... Coo coo coo..."

Strange sounds began to come from her mouth.

Within those extremely bizarre syllables, a few words could be vaguely discerned:

"Divine Embryo!"

"Not enough... not enough..."

Upon hearing those two words, both Qin Chu and Wadsworth felt their throats involuntarily move, a creepy sense of dread washing over them.

Looking at Angela's increasingly swollen belly, even an idiot would understand what those two words truly mean.

The Bliss Witch Coven is an organization even more insane than one might imagine.

Could it be that their indulgence in depravity and debauchery is solely for the purpose of giving birth to a child symbolizing divinity? Could this be the true goal of the Witches' Association...?

Do they want to bring the bloodline of God into this world?

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Chapter 280 Who is the Vice President? (5)

Both Qin Chu and Wadsworth could sense that this Bliss Witch Coven hiding secrets that were many times more terrifying than they knew.

"Anjie, Carol, step back and don't let anyone near here," Qin Chu said to Carol and Angelica.

The following scene is not suitable for Angelica and Carol to see.

If it were truly the arrival of Divine Embryo, the impact would be beyond what the two of them could withstand.

Carol nodded, her face pale. She had been feeling unwell for some time and, without hesitation, helped Angelica to hide behind her.

Just after the two left, Qin Chu's gaze fell on Wadsworth beside him.

His Majesty the Emperor was also frowning at this moment, his eyes fixed on Angela's increasingly swollen belly.

"Should we kill her now?" Qin Chu asked in a low voice.

"While there's still time, before the Divine Embryo born."

After all, she was the Princess of Wadsworth, so Qin Chu still needed to consult the Emperor.

A slight hesitation flickered across Wadsworth's usually indifferent face, but he quickly shook his head. "No..."

"How difficult it is to bring the bloodline of the gods into this world completely."

"My eldest son also paid the price of his life and soul to receive an incarnation of a god. It is much more difficult to bring the will of a god or his offspring into this world through the mother's body. If it were that easy to succeed, the Bliss Witch Coven probably have already taken control of this world."

"Furthermore, we know far too little about the Bliss Witch Coven."

Qin Chu nodded slightly. He understood what Wadsworth meant. His Majesty the Emperor did not believe that the bloodline of the gods could truly descend upon this world. He firmly believed that Angela was destined to fail.

They wanted to glimpse more of the truth about the Bliss Witch Coven through the absolutely cruel scene before them.

Moreover, there's Qin Chu as a backup plan; Qin Chu can summon the phantom of the goddess.

After considering various factors, Wadsworth made this decision.

However, to be fair, Wadsworth is truly ruthless. Angela, after all, his queen, and she has spent countless nights with him. Yet now he watches Angela suffer torment akin to hell. If it were Qin Chu... he would probably have been even more ruthless than Wadsworth.

His gaze shifted from Wadsworth to Angela once more.

The pain had contorted Angela's face, and she seemed to feel an unbearable itch all over her body, her fingers constantly scratching herself.

Each time, a handful of flesh could be torn off from under the fingernails, stained with blood.

"Divine Embryo..."

"Not enough... not enough..."

"Coo coo coo... Chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

"More..."

It felt like my throat was blocked by thick, sticky blood, making my voice sound hoarse and strained.

His mouth stretched all the way to his cheekbones, his chin almost detached from his head, revealing his neat, white teeth.

She was very itchy.

Each time she tore flesh from her body, a brief look of pleasure and satisfaction would appear on her face.

But what followed was an even more unbearable itching.

Its body crawled on the ground, approaching Sharon step by step.

Two long, bloody gashes were left on his back.

As Angela approached, Sharon's eyes widened in fear. She sensed Angela's intentions and shook her movable head frantically, screaming, "Get away, Angela..."

"Stay away from me."

But Angela could no longer hear Sharon's voice; all she knew was that Sharon held something she longed for.

A strange smile appeared on Sharon's face as she screamed in terror.

The next second, to Sharon's horrified gaze, Angela opened her mouth wide, and something that looked like saliva or mucus dripped down the corner of Angela mouth. Finally, Angela let out a low growl and lunged at Sharon's neck.

Puff...

A spurt of blood shot out.

Sharon struggled desperately, shaking her head to try and break free, but with only her head able to move, Sharon had no chance of escaping Angela's sharp teeth.

Angela's throat bobbed rapidly.

It seemed as if one could hear gurgling sounds.

She seemed to be swallowing something.

Sharon's face grew paler and paler, and her body was visibly shriveling up.

She was in pain, she was desperate, she was powerless.

No...

With a mournful cry, the light in Sharon's eyes quickly dimmed.

The whole process probably took less than two minutes; Sharon's beautiful body was reduced to nothing more than a dry layer of skin clinging to her skeleton.

Angela finally raised her head, her lips covered in red marks.

Having consumed all of Sharon's flesh and blood, Angela seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, a giggling smile on her face as she touched her belly, "My child..."

"I'm full."

He's about to be born.

The ethereal voice sent chills down Qin Chu and Wadsworth's spines; this woman had completely gone mad.

Immediately afterward, Angela seemed to be stimulated by something, abruptly standing up from the ground. Perhaps because Sharon's blood had sprayed into her eyes, her eyes were now a deep crimson, staring intently at Qin Chu and Wadsworth.

"Are you... trying to take my child away?"

Qin Chu swallowed hard, looking at Angela's belly.

Angela's fair belly was stretched taut with cracks, crisscrossing as Angela looked, completely unaware of just how exaggerated her stomach had become.

The skin on my belly has become so thin that you can even see the capillaries underneath.

It's like a balloon that's been inflated to its limit; it could burst at any moment.

Then...

Bang!

It exploded.

Qin Chu felt as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer, leaving his mind blank.

But his mental strength was very strong, and he returned to normal in an instant. His gaze subconsciously fell on Wadsworth, who was just standing straight in place, without moving.

His gaze was fixed intently on what lay ahead.

His current strength is still somewhat inferior to Wadsworth's.

Angela's stomach burst open, spraying large amounts of scarlet liquid onto the ground, forming a huge ring. Angela's body lay motionless beside her, only her eyes still displaying the madness of someone on the verge of death.

In the center of the ring was an irregularly shaped lump of meat.

There seems to be a powerful heart inside the chunk of meat.

... bang... bang... bang...

Both Qin Chu and Wadsworth could clearly hear their heartbeats.

The piece of meat writhed and contracted, seemingly trying to adjust its current shape.

But just like the voice Angela just made, it's not enough... Even with the combined flesh and soul of Angela and Sharon, it's not enough to support the energy needed for the Divine Embryo to descend.

Wadsworth's prediction was correct.

This is not a Divine Embryo at all, but a complete freak.

There was not a trace of divine aura emanating from it; all that remained was distortion and madness.

Although they guessed correctly, neither of them showed the slightest bit of joy on their faces...

The scene before them seemed sufficient to prove that the path chosen by the Bliss Witch Coven was not wrong.

The beings in the Void have never given up their intention to erode this world.

Although they cannot descend in their true forms because they need to suppress the goddess in the cage, they can still interfere with and influence some life forms in this world through some strange means, using those fanatical believers to descend their avatars.

They even plotted to send their own descendants into this world to replace them and ravage the Skyvault Continent.

This time it failed.

But what if the person in the Witches' Association held a higher position and was stronger than Angela, such as the vice president Angela mentioned, and also had ample resources around them? Would the situation be different?

Will the bloodline of Evil God descend upon the Skyvault Continent?

The purpose of the Witches' Association' Guild may be to select a mother from among outstanding women who can bear the bloodline of the gods, and the men seduced by the Witch may be the so-called nourishment.

Wadsworth, his face grim, walked toward the chunk of meat.

The chunk of meat seemed to sense the powerful force emanating from Wadsworth; despite having no mouth, it emitted a squeaking sound like a mouse.

With each step closer, Wadsworth's aura swelled.

When Wadsworth reached the piece of meat, the Battle Qi emanating from his body had transformed into an indescribable mist, like transparent flames leaping about.

His right hand was clenched tightly, and Battle Qi was gathering on his fist.