Fourth Chapter Posted; No Fifth Chapter Today. I Just Can't Write Anymore-Let Me Rest. / The Goddess's Messenger

His reason had almost completely vanished; all his elven elegance and nobility had disappeared at this moment.

He just wanted to vent his Wrath and murderous intent.

"It seems that shedding your fur has made you quite proud?"

"Who do you think you are? It's an immense honor for me to allow you to be my bride, and you dare to refuse?"

"Do you really think you can get married? Don't forget, even without that furry coat, your three-meter height is enough to make people keep their distance. No one in this world but me would marry you."

Alfred's voice attracted the attention of a large crowd around him, who pointed and whispered, seemingly never expecting that the handsome and dashing Elf King would appear with such a distorted and ugly face.

Sylph, who had just come downstairs, was even more surprised. Her gaze swept over Alfred, making no attempt to hide the disdain in her eyes:

"As for the height issue, Milo, you don't need to worry at all. Qin Chu has a woman named Violet, who is just as tall as you."

"But is this the so-called Elf King?"

"Just because a woman rejected you, you're here cursing and hurling insults?"

"Now it seems completely impossible for me to be his fiancée. I, Sylph, would never be interested in such a tasteless man, would I?"

Sylph's clear voice echoed all around.

The voice was like a sharp knife, stabbing heavily into Alfred's heart.

He originally intended to use Milo as his bride to provoke Sylph, but unexpectedly, he was the one who ended up being provoked.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and an indescribable sense of oppression caused Alfred's blood to surge. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face contorting into a grimace.

Fini and Selma were filled with disdain. Their father must have been out of his mind to choose Alfred as their eldest sister's husband. Who would have thought that beneath his gentle and refined exterior lay such a filthy true nature?

Alfred was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on Milo with the ferocity of a mad dog. "Is this your answer?"

"That's right." Milo nodded quietly, showing no fear despite Alfred's ferocious and terrifying appearance. "His Highness the Elf King has said many times before that I am not worthy of him."

"Isn't this the outcome you wanted most? That way, I won't bother you anymore."

Even at this point, Milo maintained the etiquette and dignity befitting a princess.

Alfred stared intently at Milo, Qin Chu could see that Alfred's fingers were trembling slightly, as if he might launch a fierce attack on Princess Milo at any moment.

The whispers and murmurs coming from all around sounded increasingly grating to Alfred's ears. To be jilted by Milo in front of so many people, especially in front of Sylph, was unacceptable.

This made Alfred feel utterly humiliated.

He had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life.

To Alfred's ears, all the sounds seemed to mock him.

He even wished he could tear Milo to pieces.

Alfred knew that Milo was a very powerful and violent woman, and that he might not be a match for Milo in a one-on-one fight. Moreover, with Fini, Selma, Qin Chu behind Milo, these people wouldn't just stand by and watch him attack Milo.

This is not out of fear, but rather a strategic retreat.

Forcibly suppressing the murderous intent within him, Alfred uttered a harsh remark. "Milo, you will bear the consequences of what happened today."

Immediately, the Elf King prepared to turn and leave.

However, it seemed that if Alfred were provoked any further, he might completely mutate, at which point the dignified Elf King would be disgraced, and he would have a righteous reason to publicly kill him.

Under these circumstances, Qin Chu would not easily give up.

Seeing that Alfred was about to leave, Qin Chu quickly stepped forward. "Oh, Your Highness, please don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"It's a misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding. I only invited Princess Milo to dinner, nothing else happened."

"Milo, don't be so impulsive. Talk to me properly."

As he spoke, Qin Chu quickly walked to Alfred's side and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Alfred, his teeth clenched, watched as the man beside him, who had taken Sylph's purity, lunged forward with his now-sharp teeth and tore open the man's throat, drinking his sweetest blood.

The blood of a true Hero must be incredibly delicious.

The thirst for blood made Alfred increasingly irritable. He even felt a cracked, dry throat deep inside him, a fissure that no amount of water could soothe. Only blood could fill the emptiness in his chest and even his soul.

Qin Chu's words of comfort were heard by Alfred as a victor's mockery, and every word and syllable fueled the fire in his heart.

Milo, Fini, and Selma couldn't help but nod slightly, their eyes full of approval as they looked at Qin Chu.

As expected of the Hero, even when facing scum like Alfred, he still treated him with courtesy and offered him comfort.

What a kind person.

"Brother Alfred, I was rash before and accidentally injured you. It's all my fault. If you have any anger, take it out on me. I, Qin Chu, will not retaliate today."

"I just hope you don't misunderstand Princess Milo. She's a good girl and deserves to be cherished."

Hiss...

That damn bastard.

Still showing off, huh?

Good girl?

How do you know she's a good girl?

Looking at Milo beside him, her face flushed with embarrassment, Alfred suddenly realized, "You must have already taken advantage of her, so you know she's a good girl, right? And then you wanted me to take her place?"

These words made Alfred tremble all over, and the gasps in his throat sounded like those of a wild beast about to go berserk.

Qin Chu was shocked by Alfred's appearance; why wasn't this guy going berserk yet?

Are you some kind of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? I've pushed you to this point, and you're still taking it?

It seems that the only way to completely corrupt and degenerate Alfred is to unleash a trump card.

Qin Chu's face still wore a gentle smile as he lightly patted Alfred's shoulder. His lips moved in a subtle way, barely perceptible to others, and a slight Magic Power carried Qin Chu's voice to Alfred's ears, ensuring that no one else could hear it.

"Sylph tastes quite good."

In that instant, the rage he had been desperately trying to control and suppress exploded completely. With a sudden shudder, Alfred let out a piercing roar, "You bastard, die..."

All that could be seen was Alfred's finger twitching, and a flash of cold light suddenly tore through Qin Chu's chest.

With a violent impact, Qin Chu's body flew backward, his clothes were torn open in a long rip at the chest, leaving a pale mark on his chest.

Immediately following was a string of bright red blood droplets.

Goodness, this blood bead was squeezed out by Qin Chu with great effort; the wound would have healed if it had been any later.

However, the effect was quite good, finally detonating Alfred completely.

The moment this guy went berserk, his death was imminent, and no one could save him, Qin Chu said.

This scene, witnessed by others, only fueled their contempt for Alfred, despite the Hero's continued attempts to comfort and explain.

But what you did was, after the other person promised not to fight back, you actually went and killed them?

That's utterly shameless!

Milo's body trembled violently, and in the next instant, he rushed over and hugged Qin Chu tightly. Looking at the beads of blood flowing from his chest, he felt extremely distressed.

Hey, no, don't hug me so tight, I can't breathe!

Milo stared at the elf opposite him, his eyes filled with Wrath and disappointment. "Alfred, you have truly disappointed me."

"How could you hurt someone as gentle as Mr. Qin?"

"I must have been blind to have fallen for someone like you."

Accompanied by a cold voice, a huge spiked club appeared in Milo's palm.

Milo handed the heavily injured Mr. Qin to Fini and Selma behind him, then, carrying his spiked club, walked step by step toward Alfred. The assassination attempt on the Hero had to be addressed.

Sylph's figure had appeared silently on the other side at some point, and she and Milo surrounded Alfred from the front and back.

Speaking of which, Master's acting is a bit poor. How could someone like Alfred possibly hurt Master? He must have gone to a lot of trouble to create that chest wound. Well, Sylph won't call him out on it.

On one side is the woman he deeply loves and admires, and on the other is the fiancée the king has promised to him.

But now, these two women are actually going to attack me for the sake of another man?

Then he saw Qin Chu, nestled in the gentle embrace of the fox girl Fini and the cat girl Selma, giving him a strange smile.

Buzz!

The last thread of reason deep within me snapped.

Suddenly, the Elf King raised his head high, his consciousness and soul completely immersed in a deep crimson abyss in that instant.

Blood, blood, blood~

Kill, kill, kill!

Aaaaaaaahh...

The most mournful cries echoed in the night sky.

Fall into evil!

Chapter Four is here. There won't be a fifth chapter today; I'm simply too exhausted to write anymore. Let me take a break.

Chapter 443 The Goddess's Messenger

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The Elf King has fallen into evil.

In fact, the moment Alfred met Qin Chu, his fall from grace was already inevitable.

Not to mention that Alfred's spirit and will are very weak, and his rate of corruption and erosion is far faster than that of Karthus and Onions, even if he had a firm will and a strong spirit, Qin Chu would continue to stimulate Alfred's increasingly sensitive nerves, wanting to turn this so-called Elf King into a hideous monster in broad daylight and in front of everyone.

As expected, Milo broke off the engagement, Sylph's mockery, and Qin Chu's almost cruel provocation finally pushed Alfred's will to its limit, causing him to collapse.

A mournful howl, like that of a wild beast, echoed all around.

The voice was filled with Wrath, murderous intent, and madness.

The onlookers around them began to shake violently, their ears filled with the unpleasant sound, feeling dizzy and on the verge of collapse.

As Alfred roared madly, his body underwent a terrifying transformation.

The stretch marks that had inexplicably appeared on her body burst open at that moment.

Puff...

Amidst the eerie sounds, streams of blood spurted from Alfred's body, instantly turning his entire body crimson. The blood, like jets of water, dripped from the Elf King's body onto the ground.

His clothes were shattered into pieces, and his skin, shriveled and dry from the loss of blood, clung to his bones, making the Elf King's body look like a skeleton.

Only that face, those eyes, brimming with intense excitement.

The sound of blood splattering.

Whether it emanates from the enemy or from oneself, it is so beautiful and intoxicating.

The gushing blood gathered on the ground beside the Elf King. This blood seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, wriggling and twisting on the ground like slender worms, eventually forming a huge X-shaped mark at Alfred's feet.

His entire body was covered in blood, which became a sacrifice.

The moment the mark appeared, a crimson light burst forth from the ground, condensing into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The blazing sun in the sky was instantly veiled in a scarlet hue.

Thick blood mist rolled and writhed across the entire kingdom, blotting out the sun. The once clear blue sky vanished in an instant, replaced by a dark, intense crimson gloom.

A sudden change, a crimson fog filled with an ominous aura, dark red clouds rolling in the sky, a deep and oppressive atmosphere permeating the air... Panic began to spread throughout the Exeter Kingdom.

No one knew what had happened; all they could feel was the deep-seated, unyielding fear in their hearts, and the almost boiling blood churning violently within them, as if it were about to burst through their blood vessels and skin at any moment.

This unexpected turn of events triggered unforeseen chaos.

Inside the palace, Edson's face was grave, his brows furrowed.

On the other side, Eileen also had her brows furrowed, her gaze fixed on the scarlet sky, seemingly lost in thought.

The weakening of the Goddess of Holy Light has led to an increase in the Seven Gods of the Void's ability to interfere with the Lower Realm, which is not a good thing... Qin Chu's expression became slightly solemn, but only slightly.

Right next to the inn, Alfred's transformation was still underway. The skin on his withered body was gradually disappearing, replaced by scarlet scales. It seemed that because of the complete loss of blood, the scales were attached directly to the bones.

His body was like a parched sponge, yearning to drink its fill of sweet, fresh blood, for only fresh blood could nourish his dried flesh and bones.

His fingers began to transform into rough, sharp claws, as sharp as blades.