It's About Time to Deal with Athena

With each point closer, the pressure increased dramatically.

Finally, he got close.

He Greed stretched out his right hand, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Click, click...

Unable to withstand the impact from the God's Right Hand, Wadsworth's finger bones snapped with a crisp sound.

However, Wadsworth displayed astonishing willpower. He seemed oblivious to his own pain, simply stretching his arms out desperately while letting out wild, beast-like roars.

Finally... he touched it.

He grabbed a long, thick hair, about the thickness of a finger, and then used all his strength.

With a snap, a hair was torn off.

Then, Wadsworth began to retreat.

He didn't expect to be able to study the entire God's Right Hand, not even a single hair; the power and knowledge contained within it might be enough for him to digest in a lifetime.

After moving a certain distance away, Wadsworth reactivated the restriction.

The overwhelming pressure instantly decreased.

At this point, Wadsworth could no longer hold on, and he opened his mouth, spitting out a large pool of blood in front of him.

His entire body seemed completely exhausted; he lay on the ground, breathing heavily and Greed.

Wadsworth then realized that he was soaked in blood.

Almost all the blood vessels in his body burst under the pressure, and almost all his bones were shattered.

Is this the power of the gods? Even in the face of a missing arm, humanity is still as insignificant as an ant.

But Wadsworth's eyes were filled with intense excitement. He looked down at the single hair he was clutching in his palm, a maniacal smile on his face.

As long as... as long as he can absorb the power from this single hair... he will become the eternal ruler of the Skyvault Continent.

On the other side!

The old church of the Earth Mother Church.

The Goddess's Hair restrained the Evil Infant.

The Sapling transformed into a towering tree, absorbing the Evil Infant as nourishment.

The energy within the Evil Infant was too abundant; it seemed the Sapling would need some time to fully digest it.

Qin Chu slowly walked towards Mavis was still lying on the ground writhing.

This so-called goddess was almost unrecognizable, her entire body charred black.

But she continued to slowly wriggle her body, crawling towards the location of the Evil Infant.

Give up.

Looking at Mavis's appearance, Qin Chu frowned slightly, sighed, and said.

Mavis's body trembled slightly, her empty eyes staring at Qin Chu. She opened her mouth and let out a hoarse, dry voice, like metal scraping against metal. "You've already killed Lance... and now you're going to kill one of my children."

"Why?"

"I just want a child, I just want a home."

Why must even this little bit of hope be taken away?

Mavis in a terrible situation.

This is the fate of a royal woman from the Ice Grand Duchy.

For thousands of years, once chosen by an empire, a woman could only marry a man she didn't know and live her whole life in a foreign land.

If you can meet a husband who treats you very well, then you might consider yourself lucky.

Unfortunately, every emperor of the Orwell Empire was wary of empresses from the Ice Grand Duchy, and they would grant them high status and generous treatment.

But I would never invest any emotion in it.

Even the Empress's social interactions were strictly limited, preventing her from expanding her influence.

Once the eldest prince was born, he would never touch the beautiful empress again, and would not allow her to have any other children.

These women all shared the same fate: to live out their lives in solitude, like widows.

To the emperor of the empire, the women from the Ice Grand Duchy were merely tools for producing powerful offspring, nothing more.

Mavis's voice was shrill, filled with sorrow and pain.

Qin Chu simply stared at Mavis silently for a long time before slowly speaking:

"You're in a terrible situation, but what does that have to do with me?"

What a cold and heartless person.

"That's no excuse for you to hurt Angelica."

"Furthermore, you've chosen the wrong target for your hatred. I have never provoked the First Prince."

"The duel was proposed by the eldest prince himself."

"I didn't force him to get involved with the power of the Evil God."

"Even the execution of the eldest prince wasn't my doing; it was Wadsworth. So, you have no reason to hate me."

"It was Wadsworth who executed the First Prince, but do you really not know who truly led him down the path to his death? It was the father of your second child. He corrupted the First Prince, turning your son into a mindless monster."

Mavis wanted to cry, but couldn't.

Because of loneliness and pain, she indulged in Desire, devoutly believing in the gods in the Void, thinking that the great beings would save her.

But now the Hero is telling himself that it was that great being who killed his eldest son?

What has been the purpose of her years of indulgence and depravity? Her faith is crumbling.

"I promised Antasia I would give you a dignified death," Qin Chu continued.

"Antasia?"

Mavis pondered the name for a long time, then seemed to smile, "I even held her when she was little..."

"It seems Antasia is luckier than me."

Qin Chu shook his head slightly. "No, it's not that she's luckier than you, it's that she's stronger."

"I see..."

Mavis suddenly sighed, her empty eyes fixed on the location of the Evil Infant. After a long while, she closed her eyes.

Qin Chu knew that the time had come.

"One last question, who is the president of the Witches' Association?"

"I don't know either!"

Without pressing him further, he severed Mavis's neck and then covered the body with silver flames.

Turning to ashes was perhaps the most dignified death for Mavis; at least her body wouldn't be dragged out by Wadsworth for criticism, and others wouldn't have to see the tragic death of the once elegant and noble queen.

The Holy Flame burned away all the filth.

It took away this poor woman's sorrowful life.

On the other side, the Evil Infant had also reached its end, and its mournful cries abruptly ceased.

The Goddess's Hair returned to its original state, and the towering tree turned into Sapling.

Another leaf has appeared, but this leaf has an eerie purplish-red color, giving it an ominous feel.

It may take a long time for the Sapling to completely purify itself of the evil it absorbed this time.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of everyone in the entire Imperial City.

At the entrance of the Church of the Earth Mother Church, Saint Monica stared coldly into the distance, her expression extremely solemn!

Chapter Three is presented here.

Chapter 289 It's about time to deal with Athena (4)

Saint Monica's gaze was profound.

Her slender, graceful figure appeared even more elegant and noble under the moonlight.

Standing against the wind, even without moving and letting the night breeze rustle her skirt, she possesses an aura that commands respect.

Only his eyes, clear and bright like gemstones, lacked their usual gentleness; no one knew what His Highness was thinking at this moment.

With the departure of the previous generation of Pope, the resignation of the Virgin Mary, and the death of the Virgin Mary, Saint Monica used methods that were not harsh but absolutely effective to eliminate Florence's remaining influence in the Church. Those clergy who were originally loyal to Florence were either purged or chose to submit.

In the current Earth Mother Church, Saint Monica holds an unshakeable position.

"Your Holiness, it is very late, you should rest." A nun appeared behind Saint Monica and gently reminded her.

"The Imperial City is in chaos right now, but it's being handled by others, so you don't need to worry about it."

Saint Monica lowered her eyelids and did not answer. After a brief silence, she quietly returned to her chambers.

What happens outside is none of her business; as long as she's not affected, that's all that matters.

On the other side, the Holy Church.

Augustus was also gazing into the distance.

He did not go to that place, but he could sense an extremely powerful force emanating from it.

His aged face was furrowed with worry, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Large numbers of rioters wreaked havoc within the Imperial City.

They were like a bunch of madmen, completely ignoring the pleas for mercy of those people, just repeatedly wielding their butcher knives and taking away one life after another.

These rioters mainly wreaked havoc in the Nobles' District. Only attacks on Nobles' District could attract the attention of the empire and the Church. In the Commoners' District, even murder and arson went unnoticed.

Throughout the Imperial City, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the ground.

Countless nobles lost their former dignity, fleeing in disheveled disarray, fearing that if they were even a little slow, a knife would appear from behind and sever their heads.

However, no matter how ferocious these people are, there is still a gap in numbers.

The Imperial City Guard, the Holy Knights Order, and the Earth Knights Order are forces that these thugs cannot handle.

By late at night, the rioters who had caused trouble in the Nobles' District had been largely wiped out.

Of course, some people were completely unaffected by the commotion outside.

For example... Rosweisse.

Rosweisse believes herself to be the core of the former Hero's Party.

Although you don't need to be constantly on the front lines, you can't do nothing either. If you can't produce any results, the other members won't obey you.

Now, Rosweisse faces two difficult problems.

One is the conflict between Sylph and Eileen, Aili.

This is a matter that only she can resolve herself, but it's not a simple matter. She needs to give Sylph some time to process it. Trying to mediate now will only cause Sylph's dissatisfaction and rebelliousness.

The second one is the mysterious Horus, who repeatedly leaked information about the Hero's Party.

If they can catch this guy, the former Hero's Party's recent disadvantage might be reversed instantly.

In order to investigate Horus, Rosweisse arranged for everyone she could use, and even she herself was constantly investigating in the library.

No matter how many people she sent out to search for information, and no matter how many books Rosweisse consulted, she could not find any record of Horus, which made Rosweisse somewhat discouraged.

If only the Sylph had told her Horus's name, Rosweisse might have even suspected that the Sylph were deceiving her, but the sisters Eileen and Aili confirmed it, so it was definitely not a lie.

Who is this damned Horus?

Rosweisse scratched her hair wearily; her appearance was rather disheveled, with messy hair and a tired look on her face.