If the Heart Is Crushed (3)

"I offer my heart as a sacrifice!"

"Just to regain your favor..."

The moment the voice faded, Rosweisse felt a strange reaction in her stomach.

A strange mark was branded on the navel.

Dark green, crimson, deep purple, jet black... various colors began to appear on Rosweisse's body.

Saya Nicholas's expression suddenly changed, and she seemed to sense something. She slowly raised her head, her Crimson eyes gazing at the boundless starry sky above.

Her expression was more solemn than ever before.

She could feel a gaze fixed on her.

It was as if she had also glimpsed something.

Almost at the same time, roots suddenly spread out, passing by Rosweisse at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. In an instant, Rosweisse's palm was empty.

The offerings were looted.

The next instant, the bizarre colors vanished abruptly, along with the figure of Rosweisse.

The crimson glow that had enveloped the entire sky gradually faded at this time.

The soft, hazy moonlight once again bathed the earth, but at this moment, only devastation remained.

Only Sapling twined around that bright red, still contracting and expanding heart, proudly circling Qin Chu's body like a treasure, seemingly yearning for Qin Chu praise.

Huff... Huff!

The woman's heavy breathing.

Rosweisse's body lay on a soft, decaying leaf, her only remaining eye struggling to move.

It was surrounded by dense jungle.

An exaggerated, neurotic smile appeared on her face; she was still alive, not dead.

Although the sacrificial ceremony was interrupted, she still survived. Indeed, she was the most beloved daughter of the gods, and her most loving father would never abandon her.

However, the trauma suffered this time was truly too severe.

Not only had she lost an eye, but her heart had also been taken... Looking down at the empty hole in her chest cavity, Rosweisse's eyes were filled with intense resentment. She didn't know why she hadn't died despite losing her heart; perhaps it was because of her special bloodline.

Qin Chu, and that woman named Saya.

I will not let you get away with this. One day I will make you suffer a hundred times, a thousand times more. I will crush everything you value right in front of you.

One day, she will reclaim everything she has lost.

His fists were clenched tightly.

But Rosweisse also knew that this was not an easy task.

Worse still, her power was rapidly waning, and her former strength was fading away, leaving Rosweisse with an intense sense of emptiness.

At this moment, Rosweisse was almost completely exhausted, with very little energy left in her body.

At this point, even if I encountered a Goblin, I probably couldn't defeat it.

How pathetic!

Rosweisse made a somewhat helpless self-deprecating remark.

After resting for a while, Rosweisse finally managed to sit up straight, lowered her eyelids, and stared at her lower abdomen with her only remaining eye.

A strange mark was left on the fair skin of her lower abdomen.

It's somewhat shaped like a heart, but on either side, there's a pair of small, outstretched wings.

What kind of mark is this?

Could this be a gift left to me by my father?

But, for some reason, it felt somewhat lewd.

A bright light suddenly flashed in Rosweisse's eyes, but her expression quickly became suspicious again. Whether by touching it with her fingers or by sensing it with her mind, she could not perceive anything special about the mark.

This puzzled Rosweisse somewhat.

Damn it, if the sacrificial ritual had been performed perfectly, things wouldn't be like this now.

Click...

Just then, a crisp sound, like a dry twig snapping, entered Rosweisse's ears.

The voice made Rosweisse's pupils contract sharply. Almost instinctively, she struggled to her feet, desperately summoning the little Magic Power she had left. Her single, Crimson eye stared intently in the direction the voice came from. "Who?"

"Come out."

Squeak, squeak.

Rustling sounds.

There was no answer, but a strange sound came from the dense forest.

Having almost completely lost her strength, the commotion sent chills down Rosweisse's spine.

Squeak, squeak... Squeak, squeak!

Slurp.

Amidst that strange sound, there was even a nauseating noise, as if someone were swallowing saliva.

Rosweisse's fear grew stronger; had she encountered some kind of wild beast?

Her body was trembling slightly.

Just then, dozens of short figures emerged from the forest.

Bathed in the bright moonlight overhead, the filthy green came into Rosweisse's view; their eyes all gleamed with an eerie light, filled with Greed and Desire.

Goblin?

In that instant, Rosweisse couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

Goblin are among the weakest of Magic Creature, only slightly stronger Slime.

But for Rosweisse at this moment, this was the worst possible situation, as all sorts of Goblin legends flashed through her mind.

For human women, Goblin are the most terrifying and despairing Magic Creature.

No... no no no no!

Her innocence is to be reserved for Jello Geralt.

How can we allow ourselves to be defiled by these filthy Magic Creature?

On the other side!

The Hero's Palace.

Antasia, Angelica, Heloise, and Ieta stayed at home.

Heloise and Ieta's strength has improved significantly after their previous trip to the Grand Canyon, but they are clearly not suitable for a place like the Holy Church.

As members left behind to guard the palace, these two Magic Creature girls were well aware of the responsibilities they bore.

Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful; perhaps something terrible will happen here.

Although everything was calm outside, both Magic Creature girls could feel a subtle sense of oppression in the air.

Heloise and Ieta's concerns were not unfounded. Thousands of elite adventurers, the best of the best, were already lurking around the Hero's Palace.

They are incredibly strong, and their combat experience is exceptionally rich.

They ventured into unknown and mysterious territories to adventure and explore, and they fought against beings whose names were unknown to ordinary people.

The more dangerous something is, the more it stimulates their excited and sensitive nerves.

The leader of this large group of adventurers was none other than Carlos, whose eyes had been completely destroyed.

He stood motionless in the darkness, like a ghost.

Not long after, a subordinate came to report, "Chairman..."

"Just as we received, there are only five people in the Hero's Palace: Angelica, Antasia, two Magic Creature, and a commoner girl who could be killed with a single strike... Shall we make a move?"

Carlos finally raised his head.

Within those eye sockets, now replaced by scars, a faint golden flame flickered and churned.

Although Rosweisse had already given instructions, Carlos only believed the information he had personally gathered.

That commoner girl can be completely ignored.

Angelica and Antasia, both women, are only around level 70; they're not worth mentioning.

While the Adventurer's Guild's influence cannot compare to that of Sage Mountain, the Royal Family, or the two major Church, it doesn't have as many top-tier experts.

However, besides himself, there were three other experts: a Thief Saint, a Windshadow Archer, and a Star Knight.

Including myself, that makes four top-tier experts.

There are also a large number of adventurers with considerable strength.

Within the Hero's Palace, only Heloise and Ieta warrant our attention.

Carlos mentally calculated the difference in strength between the two sides. No matter how you looked at it, his side held an absolute advantage, and they absolutely could not lose this conflict.

At that moment, a violent disturbance came from the Holy Church, and the once towering cathedral was reduced to ashes in an instant.

It seems they've already started taking action over there.

Carlos took a deep breath, golden flames flickering in his ugly eye sockets, and raised one hand high. "Attack!"

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Chapter 386 What if you crushed your heart (3)

Four powerful individuals at level 80 or above are facing two opponents.

Thousands of elite adventurers against two women in their seventies.

No matter how you look at it, the advantage is in my hands.

Carlos simply couldn't believe he could possibly lose.

Following Carlos's command, a large number of thieves set out, their figures vanishing instantly in the moonlight, stealing into the palace like eerie ghosts.

Carlos is actually very cautious.

His judgment was correct if it really was only Heloise and Ieta.

Unfortunately, his spies failed to notice that besides these people, there was another person inside the palace...

Ileta, the Daughter of Death.

Her figure was sitting on the sofa in the palace hall.

But if she doesn't want to, even the best thief can't catch a glimpse of Ileta.

The Daughter of Death always wore a faint smile. In Ileta's presence, Heloise and Ieta would instinctively feel fear and restraint.

Although Ileta was very kind.

But she still exudes an unsettling aura.

"Miss Ileta, what is your level exactly?" Ieta was the bolder one; she was very curious about Ileta's strength.

She only knew that Ileta was very strong, but she didn't know exactly how strong.

Ileta smiled gently, her dark eyes sparkling. "Not much."

"Ninety-nine."

Puff!

Please, don't be so modest.

Ieta was at a loss.