Entangled Souls (4)

At first glance, it becomes even more chilling.

Those chapped lips moved, revealing a smile that made your teeth ache, "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm not dead yet."

No... Qin Chu sighed from afar.

Augustus already dead.

But his already broken soul still harbored a deep obsession.

It merged with some mysterious power, continuing to manipulate this broken body.

Every minute, every second, his soul was burning.

Given Augustus's current state, his soul might be completely consumed in just a few minutes.

However, in that short period of time, Augustus's power had risen to another level, in no way inferior to that of Rosweisse.

At this moment, the battle before us has evolved into a confrontation between Demigod.

Rosweisse's face was extremely gloomy. She hadn't expected Augustus so difficult to deal with. She grabbed the tentacle that was still writhing in her abdomen and destroying her internal organs, and shattered it.

The next instant, the battle axe ripped through Augustus.

Augustus vanished into the night sky in a flash.

That wasn't a thief's invisibility; he seemed to have completely erased his own existence.

Immediately afterwards, a cold snort came from the Void. Although there was no other movement between heaven and earth except for the tearing battle axe, terrifying mental storms were raging, impacting Rosweisse's consciousness time and time again.

Augustus was attempting to invade Rosweisse's soul; he was trying to destroy Rosweisse directly at the soul level.

But this was clearly not an easy task. Rosweisse's body shone with a bright red light, forming a strange barrier that continuously resisted the impact of Augustus's Soul Storm.

Gradually, the celestial phenomena above the temple began to change.

Despite the bright red moon in the sky, streaks of lightning continued to fall from the heavens, raging and spreading an aura of destruction.

Rosweisse froze on the spot, concentrating her mind to resist the impact from both her consciousness and body.

For a time, it seemed that they had been completely suppressed by Augustus.

Meanwhile, Douglas watched the battle unfold in the distance, a battle completely beyond his reach; he couldn't even comprehend what kind of struggle it was.

He could only watch helplessly as Rosweisse and Augustus stood facing each other, but he could sense the danger lurking beneath the tranquility.

Judging from this situation, if things continue like this, Her Majesty Rosweisse may lose.

If Rosweisse lost, all his bets would be wiped out. He couldn't bear that outcome, so he gritted his teeth and rushed into the ruins of the Sanctum.

There, Felice's body lay still.

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Chapter 382 Entangled Souls (4)

"Violet, Norma, Saint Monica... you must leave this place."

In the distance, Qin Chu, who was quietly observing the war ahead, spoke quietly.

Several women instinctively looked at Qin Chu, wondering why Qin Chu had suddenly given such an order.

But when they saw Qin Chu's face, everyone's breath hitched slightly. At this moment, Qin Chu's expression was solemn, and his pupils flickered with a red light, like flames.

It was as if even Qin Chu's body had become burning hot.

They could sense that Qin Chu was eager to get involved; he seemed to want to participate in the conflict before them.

In that case, leaving is the best option for us, as the war before us has completely exceeded our limits.

At that moment, the group nodded and quietly retreated.

In the distance, Athena also noticed the commotion on Qin Chu's side. After a brief moment of thought, she called to Ekaterina and Sylph on the other side, and her figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

On the vast, empty site of the Holy Church, now razed to the ground, only Qin Chu, Antia, Rosweisse, and Augustus remain.

There was also Douglas, who was loyal to Rosweisse, along with four archbishops and two vice-principals.

The battle between Rosweisse and Augustus continued. Rosweisse felt a sharp pain in her head, and her mind was filled with indescribable chaos and frenzy.

Immediately afterwards, my consciousness became extremely low.

She had originally tried so hard to resurrect Lord Jello and ascend to the throne of the High Priestess, but now all of that had become meaningless.

Immediately afterwards, her mind was filled with pain and despair, and she wanted to cry out loud.

She knew that her soul was being corrupted by Augustus, and her mental state was rapidly deteriorating.

If this continues, it might not be long before her soul completely Ruin.

She wanted to try to break free.

However, this is not an easy task.

She was only able to reach her current level because she possessed an extremely special bloodline, and under intense stimulation, her mind fluctuated wildly and connected with the existence in the Void. Once the connection with the Void is severed, she will be reduced to her original form at any time.

Her mental strength was far inferior to that of Augustus.

Of course, because Augustus burning his own soul, this kind of attack that directly penetrated into the spiritual level couldn't last long. The question was whether Rosweisse could withstand this brief period.

Just then, Douglas had already sneaked up to Felice's body.

He knew how dangerous his actions were.

But he had no choice; he had placed all his bets on Rosweisse, and if Rosweisse lost, he would surely face retribution.

Of course, Douglas could choose to run away.

But for him, that was worse than death. How could he possibly give up after dedicating so much time to overthrowing Augustus?

Moreover, after touching the scroll, their Fate was already intertwined with that of Rosweisse, and they had no way to escape.

It seems that Augustus values Felice very much. In that case, he plans to desecrate Felice's body to attract Augustus's attention. As long as Augustus slightly distracted, His Majesty Rosweisse will surely seize the opportunity.

Although damaging a corpse is a terrible thing, Douglas couldn't care less about that now. A sinister smile appeared on his face, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand.

Douglas opened his mouth, about to make a sound.

Puff!

A sharp sword pierced straight through the back of his head and emerged from his mouth.

Douglas trembled, his eyes wide open; he hadn't expected this to happen.

Who exactly is it?

His throat moved as if he wanted to make a sound, but any movement caused his flesh to touch the blade inside his mouth, bringing even greater pain.

He could feel his life rapidly slipping away, death beckoning him... No... no, no, no, he didn't want this to happen.

The next instant, the sword cruelly spun around inside the mouth.

Douglas was still alive for a time, but for him, this meant only more cruel and desperate pain.

Immediately afterwards, the sword tip suddenly slashed upwards.

Douglas's head was neatly split in two, with blood mixed with some other mess flowing everywhere.

His body convulsed and he collapsed to the ground, where he remained motionless.

I glanced at the corpses on the ground. You shouldn't get involved in this kind of battle; you're not qualified.

Her cold gaze remained fixed ahead, while Rosweisse's body trembled violently, the relentless surge of energy originating from her very soul making it unbearable for Rosweisse.

A series of hoarse, mournful moans escaped her throat.

He swung his battle axe wildly, trying to tear Augustus was hiding somewhere, to shreds, but he couldn't hit his target at all, and his mournful cries grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, she raised her right hand and severed the carotid artery next to her neck, causing blood to spurt out instantly.

Bathed in this crimson light, a sharp hiss escaped from Rosweisse's throat.

"Blood Sacrifice."

With her own blood, Rosweisse offered a prayer to the beings in the Void.

In an instant, the Bone Throne behind Rosweisse became clearer, and a huge skull could be glimpsed in the distance, its mouth suddenly opening wide.

A surging mist of blood then burst forth.

Puff!

In the Void, Augustus's figure was forced to appear.

His hands were bent like eagle claws, as if he were squeezing something tightly.

The eagle's claws clenched down forcefully.

Immediately afterwards, a scream was heard from Rosweisse as Augustus ripped one of her eyes out of her and crushed it.

Augustus's body fell to the ground like a tattered rag, his throat still churning violently. His soul had been burned out, and at this moment, Augustus like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

On that face, so bizarre it could only be described as ugly, a hint of melancholy could still be seen, as its gaze was fixed on Rosweisse... or more precisely, on her back!

Is this the difference between mortals and gods?

Even if I've given it my all, is this all I can achieve in the end?

They're really useless.

Augustus's gaze shifted towards Felice's body, where he saw the girl lying quietly on the ground, Qin Chu beside Felice's body, and Douglas's body lying on the ground.

Augustus had a vague idea of what was going on.

A smile spread across his face as he broke off the finger on which he wore the storage ring and threw it at Qin Chu with all his might.

Unfortunately, Augustus didn't have much strength left, and his finger started to fall halfway down. Just then, a wisp of wind carried Augustus's finger and finally landed in Qin Chu's palm.

He didn't bother to check what was actually stored in Augustus's storage ring.

His gaze was fixed solely on Felice's corpse before him.

A wisp of gray mist was gently drifting over the surface of the corpse.

He finally understood what the strange thing he had glimpsed earlier really was: Felice was already dead, but a fragment of her soul remained deep within her corpse.

This wisp of remnant soul, seemingly influenced by the Holy Light emanating from Qin Chu, was finally activated at this moment, breaking free from the constraints of the long-dead, cold corpse.

The lingering soul swayed slightly in mid-air, seemingly nodding to Qin Chu.

Immediately, it flew silently toward Augustus.

As he watched the gray mist drift towards him, Augustus's chapped lips curved into a slight smile. He reached out and touched the wisp of gray mist until the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished completely.

The gray mist lingered on Augustus's chest, and after an unknown amount of time, it swept up the last wisps of haze that had drifted from Augustus's body, disappearing into the night sky like fireflies.

Rosweisse had no time to attend to the situation here.

She was screaming piercingly.

Dark red liquid flowed from her pupils. The loss of an eyeball dealt Rosweisse an unprecedented blow. This wasn't a cut from a knife; her eyeball had been completely removed and crushed, and even healing magic couldn't restore it.

Moreover, Rosweisse no longer has the ability to use Holy Light.

She covered her eyes with one hand and kept emitting mournful cries.

The fear had almost reached its limit; her perfect face was now marred by the loss of an eye... No, she couldn't allow that to happen.

She would never allow anyone to see what she looked like now, never.

Suddenly, Rosweisse abruptly raised her head, her remaining eye filled with an intense killing intent as she stared intently at Qin Chu.

This guy... this guy saw what he looked like now.

Unforgivable, unforgivable.

With a piercing scream, Rosweisse swung her great axe directly at Qin Chu.

A blinding crimson arc flashed rapidly in front of me.

Just as it was about to split Qin Chu's body in two, a soft golden light suddenly bloomed on Qin Chu's body.

Rumble...