You Can Have My Body, If You Want (3)

A small hand instinctively pressed against her lower abdomen, and she felt a tearing pain.

Ouch, that hurts!

Don't let Saya's status as a Witch you; her strength is so great that even the Demon King Nag isn't intimidated.

But Saya is most afraid of pain.

In an instant, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his back bent uncontrollably, his face was as pale as paper, and he was breathing heavily.

He staggered a couple of steps, grabbing onto a lamppost by the roadside to keep from falling.

In the palm of his other hand, Saya Nicholas could feel something suddenly burrowing into his body.

What... what exactly is going on?

Even though Saya was learned, intelligent, and capable, she was completely baffled as to what was happening to her.

Could it be that it has been contaminated by some evil force?

Hmm!

My lower abdomen feels like it's churning.

It hurts.

It hurts...

It hurts!

Saya Nicholas felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Saya suppressed the strange feeling in her abdomen, clenching her teeth, and no longer cared about the cake or milk tea.

He quickly found a hotel, but before even booking a room, he focused all his energy and flashed through the window, pulling the curtains and closing the door. He then cast a magical spell to completely isolate himself from the world.

At this point, her willpower finally gave way, and she collapsed onto the sheets, panting heavily.

Her eyes flashed with resentment.

Which bastard set this trap?

In Saya's view, this might be because some powerful magician sensed that she, a Witch, had entered the human world and wanted to give her a hard time.

However, the other side did not want to engage in direct warfare within the Imperial City.

After all, if the most powerful Witch and a magician whose strength is no less than that of Witch were to actually fight in this Imperial City, the empire's capital would probably be reduced to ashes.

Perhaps the other party just wants to discourage me from making a move?

But you're overthinking it.

I'm not that kind of person. If someone schemes against me like this, I'll definitely pay them back tenfold. This isn't over yet.

Who exactly is it?

Augustus?

Impossible, that kid's strength is far inferior to mine.

Saint Monica?

Even more impossible; that woman's strength is even weaker than Augustus'.

Who exactly is it?

As she pondered, Saya focused her mind on resisting the constant surge of impact within her body; she even felt a certain power continuously flowing through her.

I don't know exactly how much time passed, but the pain suddenly lessened a bit, but gradually, another strange feeling came over me.

A layer of mist couldn't be contained in Saya Nicholas's scarlet eyes, which sparkled like jewels.

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Chapter 348 My body is yours, is that alright? (3)

I don't know how much time had passed, maybe half an hour, an hour, or even two hours?

That strange feeling finally came to an end when the sunlight outside the window disappeared.

Saya Nicholas let out a long sigh, sat up straight, and her beautiful little face was filled with intense, unyielding hatred.

Damn it... Damn it!

Which damned bastard set this trap for himself?

Even though Saya Nicholas is a powerful Dark Witch, well-versed in history and knowledgeable, she had never heard of such bizarre magic.

Although she was afraid of pain, she could still bear the initial agony. What truly Wrath Saya Nicholas was what happened later; she felt deeply ashamed of the strange reaction her body was producing.

To Saya Nicholas, this was nothing short of a deliberate trickery by the bastard who had set a magical trap.

That mysterious being, since he was capable of setting such a bizarre trap for her, meant he was capable of killing her directly. But that bastard didn't do that; instead, he used another method to humiliate her.

How could the inherently proud Saya Nicholas tolerate this?

She wanted to make that bastard understand that not killing her outright was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

Who exactly is it?

Saya racked her brains, trying to figure it out.

It is said that behind Ramon, there has always been a human supporting him.

Although it was a human, it seemed to have a deep-seated grudge against the members of the Hero's Party, which is why it chose to cooperate with Ramon.

This person is said to be incredibly powerful and possess unparalleled wisdom. Could it be that he's the one pulling the strings behind the scenes?

There was no other way; Saya had gone through all the skilled magicians among humans, but she really couldn't think of anyone, so she could only choose from those mysterious individuals.

What was that guy's name again?

Horus?

I'll find an opportunity later to have Ramon invite Horus out so I can personally verify if it really is him.

As Saya Nicholas calculated in her mind, she stood up, her small hand brushing across her flat stomach, as if she could still feel the burning heat.

Thinking about what had just happened, Saya Nicholas's cheeks flushed Crimson, and his anger surged.

She was going to clean herself up and wash her face, but after taking only a couple of steps, that strange feeling suddenly returned.

His face turned ashen instantly.

Seriously? You're coming again?

On the other side, inside the imperial palace.

Qin Chu was still digesting the energy within the Evil God's Blood.

This energy is simply too abundant.

If it weren't for the protective shield formed by the Goddess's Hair beforehand, Qin Chu was absolutely certain that this rampant energy would have been enough to level the entire palace and turn it into dust in an instant.

This energy was extremely pure, without a trace of impurity. If Qin Chu's physical strength hadn't been insufficient, the speed at which he absorbed it would likely have been even more astonishing.

Not only Qin Chu, but also Antia, the Sapling, the Goddess's Hair, and even that trace of Divinity all received tremendous benefits.

The Sapling has grown quite a bit; it is no longer the thin, tender bud it once was, but has already begun to take the shape of a small tree.

The Goddess's Hair also shone brightly. Although the two should have been mortal enemies, after being purified by the Hero's Blood, the purest energy could even be absorbed by the Goddess's Hair.

On the contrary, those with Divinity receive the least benefit; the Divinity contained in this vial of blood is extremely subtle.

After the devouring ended, the Divinity representing the Sin of Desire Divine Authority quickly quieted down, finally making up for the severe exploitation it had suffered last time.

In reality, it was Antia benefited the most.

Antia is a ghost; although she is very powerful, she has no physical body.

Previously, Qin Chu had asked Antia if she wanted him to help her find a suitable body, but Antia refused without even thinking about it.

Compared to her new body, Antia preferred staying inside Qin Chu's body.

But now, as surging energy pours in, while Antia's strength continues to recover and increase, her pure soul form seems to be changing as well.

A hazy light gradually emanated from his body.

Under the light, Antia's soul became increasingly stable.

Once the soul body is stabilized to its limit, the excess energy begins to be transformed into other forms.

Bones, tendons, flesh, skin...

To bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bones.

The Evil God's Blood could actually achieve such an exaggerated effect.

Of course, this means that the chaotic and tyrannical will within the Evil God's Blood has been fused and purified; otherwise, Wadsworth's fate would have been the most normal one.

A deep roar echoed in the room.

Saya could not withstand the energy released by Qin Chu.

Her body was even unable to maintain its own energy, and with a slight scream, her consciousness re-entered Qin Chu's body.

Saya was exhausted and needed to rest.

In fact, by this time the energy had been almost completely absorbed, and the Sapling had already re-entered Qin Chu's body.

Even after turning into a sapling, this thing still refused to leave Qin Chu's body, seemingly determined to fleece him for the rest of its life.

The Goddess's Hair had returned to Qin Chu's wrist.

Even the Goddess's Shield has dissipated.

However, Qin Chu's situation appears to be quite dire.

Although his body no longer needed to go through the cycle of cracking and healing, and no longer needed to endure that pain, his skin was still a deep red.

The flames in his eyes had only subsided slightly, not completely dissipated.

Huff... Huff...

Qin Chu was still breathing heavily.

He was forcing himself to endure it.

This feeling of oppression was naturally uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In her current state, Saya, as a pure energy body, can still hold on. But if it were Angelica or Norma, it might even lead to their deaths.

Even Violet's ability to withstand it is questionable.

After all, Saya is connected to him; even if her energy body dissipates, it can return to his body, and he can reassemble a body after a short rest.

But Qin Chu couldn't guarantee whether Violet could recover once her energy body dissipated.

So Qin Chu suppressed his impulse and remained motionless in the room even without any restrictions, worried that he might go berserk if he left the room and saw other girls.

On one hand, Qin Chu took deep breaths, trying to adjust his mindset; on the other hand, he activated Forced Calm again to help compose himself.

It has some effect, but the effect is not very obvious.

Indeed, nothing of the Evil God is something to be touched lightly; one careless move could lead to dire consequences.

Click, click...

Just then, Qin Chu suddenly felt a slight movement behind him.

It sounded like metal combat boots stepping on the ground.

What's that noise?

Qin Chu was somewhat curious, as no one in the palace would wear metal combat boots... well, there was one, Antia.

However, Antia usually floats in mid-air, either inside her own body or sitting on her own shoulder, and rarely walks on her own.

Turning around with some confusion, Qin Chu's breath hitched slightly.

What came into view was a petite yet shapely girl with golden hair almost as long as her body, and a hint of confusion and bewilderment in her azure eyes.

Slender yet strong and athletic legs, clad in silver-white combat boots, made a crisp sound as they walked on the floor.

The armor, bearing the marks of war, was also covered with chains.