The Eighth Evil God, the Strongest Evil God

They even hated the clergy who had previously given them free food.

On what grounds?

On what grounds?

Free food is provided every day, including fragrant bread and silky milk.

You invited us here to listen to sermons and pray, and we're here now, so why are you depriving us of the right to free food?

Free food is so important to them. If they can eat their fill here every day, they can save some food at home, their grandchildren can have enough to eat, and their son and daughter-in-law won't have to go to work hungry.

Once the free food stops, their whole family will have to go back to the life of hunger and cold they had before.

Although it was a short time, these elderly people had already gotten used to this kind of life where they were sheltered from the wind and sun, and could simply come here every day to sit and chat casually with their companions to earn food.

Now that these things are suddenly being taken away, who can tolerate it?

A large group of elderly men and women rushed towards Qin Chu in an instant, shouting insults and hurling all sorts of vulgarities at him.

They condemned Qin Chu being heartless, Greed, and disregarding Qin Chu life.

Some people even grabbed handfuls of dirt from the ground and tried to throw it at Qin Chu.

Some even suggest that the Holy Church is abandoning its supporters after using them, because the internal strife weakened the Holy See's power, so it wanted to use ordinary people to expand its followers. Now that the situation has stabilized, these ordinary believers have lost their value and are being discarded.

Shameless, shameless, disgusting, you little bastard, where did this trash come from...?

Filthy curses swarmed into Qin Chu's ears from all directions, but Qin Chu didn't care at all.

Seeing the elderly men and women with flushed faces and bloodshot eyes, Qin Chu sneered. After a long while, his deep, suppressed voice finally echoed throughout the area:

"Shut up, all of you."

An invisible pressure spread out.

A group of elderly men and women, their faces flushed, felt as if a huge hammer had struck their chests. Their bodies swayed uncontrollably, and the foul language that was already on the tip of their tongues was forced back down.

Their faces turned pale, and an indescribable fear gripped everyone's hearts.

"You probably don't know that as the goddess's followers, I can see whether you have faith. If the Goddess of Holy Light doesn't exist in your hearts, why should her blessings be bestowed upon you?"

"Remember, the goddess's mercy and compassion will only befall the most devout believers, and you are not worthy of her favor."

A brief silence fell over the area after these words were spoken.

Qin Chu could clearly sense that the faith power surging from the heads of some elderly people who had not been targeted by Qin Chu was much stronger than before.

Clearly, this act of making an example of someone has been quite effective; nobody wants to give up this free opportunity.

After a brief silence, the group of elderly people started making noise again. They also pray diligently every day, so why should anyone say they aren't devout enough?

Is it simply because someone was chatting with others while praying? Who says you can't chat while praying?

They even regulate chatting? Is there any justice or law left?

A large group of people crowded together and pushed towards Qin Chu, seemingly trying to force Qin Chu to back down and submit by using their numbers, thus keeping their right to free food and free conversation every day.

Otherwise, it would be too boring and tedious to just pray here every day.

Even clergy from the Holy Church wouldn't dare kill so many elderly people at once, would they?

Age becomes an advantage at this point.

Veronica frowned. Although she didn't want to kill a large number of elderly people at this time, as a fanatic, she was capable of anything, especially when these people threatened His Holiness the Pope's safety.

The next instant, the tall Knight Order raised his right hand.

With a whoosh, a large number of clergymen around them simultaneously drew their swords, which gleamed with a chilling light under the soft glow of the magic lamps.

Hiss!

At that moment, the old men and women gasped, their bodies trembling, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at the swords and blades around them.

His throat kept moving as he swallowed.

They wouldn't actually dare to make a move, would they?

There are over a thousand people here, and they're all elderly.

Surely the Holy Church wouldn't do something so cruel; they must be trying to scare themselves, they must be...

People stood still, wanting to move forward but fearful, wanting to retreat but reluctant to give up the free food.

"Blasphemer."

Qin Chu spoke in a chilling voice, "Either leave here, or leave your corpses behind."

"All clergy, heed my command! Any one of you who dares to take another step forward will be considered to have disrespected the Goddess and attacked the Pope."

Gulp

The clergymen surrounding the area, armed with weapons, now had a savage glint in their eyes. If this was perceived as an attack on the Pope, they had the right to kill on the spot.

"I refuse to believe you'd actually dare to make a move." An aged voice broke the deathly silence.

It was an elderly man with white hair and beard, his face filled with Wrath. He had been the one who had hurled the most offensive insults and was at the forefront of the attack.

But this time, he hesitated.

This old man was clearly more cunning than the other elders. His cloudy eyes darted around, and he seemed to already have a plan in mind.

The next second, the old man suddenly turned around, facing all the other believers in the wide square. He seemed to be using all his strength to shout at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, listen to me!"

"The Holy Church is a bunch of scoundrels who turn their backs on us after we've served our purpose. They just gave us some awful food and expect us to work for free for the rest of our lives? Dream on."

"They should be paying us our wages. We sit here praying every day, it's so hard for us, it's not unreasonable for us to ask for a little pay, is it?"

"They can kick us aside now, and they could very well do the same to you in the future. Only by uniting and standing up together can we protect our rightful interests."

The old man's words were very persuasive. Some confused elderly people felt that they had sacrificed so much hardship, and that the free food they received every day was not enough to compensate for their efforts. After some hesitation, they joined up with the others.

In an instant, at least two thousand people crowded in front of Qin Chu, forming a vast and imposing crowd.

The remaining elderly people looked at these people with either disdain or pity.

Do these idiots not know who this new Pope of the Holy Church is? He slaughtered tens of thousands of clergy on his very first day in office. Do you really think a bunch of old bones like you can subdue him?

Dream on.

"Record the identities of all of them, including their families, and ensure they are never allowed to become believers in the Holy Church. Then expel them. If they refuse, use force if necessary." Qin Chu snapped his fingers, then turned and left, preparing to head to the next area.

Not long after, Qin Chu could vaguely sense that the Death Divinity seemed to have undergone a slight change.

He knew that Veronica had already taken action, and the first victim had appeared.

It seems that not only does he personally take action, but even the heads of his subordinates who die on his orders are counted in the Death Divinity. That's quite convenient.

On the other side, Void.

After losing those negative emotions, the Little Goddess of Holy Light has no trouble digesting this energy at all, given her strength.

In a short time, all the energy had been converted into the power of the Little Goddess of Holy Light herself.

Only then did the Little Goddess of Holy Light finally open her eyes.

Its golden eyes shimmered with a silvery-white luster.

"They're really full of malice."

A slight smile curved her lips as she murmured softly, her voice tinged with disgust and a slight tremor.

This is the purest power of the Strongest Evil God. The Little Goddess of Holy Light would never mistake it. As a goddess who has fought against that terrifying being for many years, she understands this energy better than anyone else.

Her expression suddenly turned somewhat sorrowful, and also somewhat pitying!

Many thanks to Black Robe Golas for the 5,000 coins and Breathable Air for the 1,500 coins.

I have some bad news to share. I've unfortunately contracted the virus. Ever since the lockdown was fully lifted, I've been staying home, not going out at all, just trying to finish my book as soon as possible. Before I finished, I didn't want to worry about anything else. But... I still got infected. I started coughing last night, and today I started having a fever, my body aches, and my throat is so dry and cracked. Right now, I feel dizzy, and even the slightest movement makes my head buzz. Ugh, I probably need to stay in bed.

I can't update today. I don't know how long I'll need to lie down. I'll try to recover as soon as possible.

I'm taking the day off today!

I had a high fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius all day yesterday. I feel a little better today, the fever has dropped by 0.5 degrees. I was thinking of getting up to try writing, but as soon as I got up, I felt dizzy. I probably have to stay in bed for another day!

This is the first time I've taken a day off since the book started, lol!

Chapter 478 The Eighth Evil God, the Strongest Evil God (The fever has subsided a bit, only...)

(May it be updated once more.)

Eight Evil God!

Lord of Pleasure, Blood, Darkness, and Death God, Fate Weaver, God of Plague and Calamity, Decomposer of All Things, Star Devourer, Evil of Chaos.

These are the true names of the seven Evil God in the Void, which are also the Seven Uglies of the Void as mentioned by his subordinate Qin Chu.

Each of the Seven Uglies of the Void wields one, or rather, one primary and several related powers.

Each of them possesses immense power, far surpassing the strength of the native gods of the Skyvault Continent.

But the Little Goddess of Holy Light clearly understood that while the Seven Uglies of the Void were dangerous, they were nothing compared to the truly terrifying crisis—the one that was the Strongest Evil God who could be called Father God and Mother God.

That is, the Eighth Evil God besides the Seven Uglies of the Void.

Of course, although the Seven Uglies of the Void are nothing special, they are still an insurmountable obstacle for the current Goddess of Holy Light. Her strength is severely depleted, and if she is unable to break free from her restraints, the destruction of the Skyvault Continent will ultimately be unavoidable.

As for the true nature of the Eighth Evil God, the Goddess of Holy Light felt that it could be described as the Source of All Evil.

That is the sum of all evils.

That is a being that would drive ordinary beings mad instantly if they just glanced at it, heard its babbling, or smelled its scent.

Even true gods cannot resist His corruption.

The Seven Uglies of the Void are merely beings formed from evil condensed from the Source of All Evil; in some respects, they could even be considered offspring of the Strongest Evil God.

The Little Goddess of Holy Light looked somewhat melancholy. Perhaps only in her current shrunken state, with her personality becoming much more childlike, could she display such an expression.

She showed no surprise at being able to draw upon the power of the Strongest Evil God from Qin Chu, as if it were all part of a plan.

The pity in his eyes was pity for Qin Chu.

He was a ruthless and cruel man.

It seems he provided food to the people of the Skyvault Continent, allowing them to eat their fill and have a chance to survive. However, this chance was obtained by exploiting the future of the Skyvault Continent. The people of the Skyvault Continent are kept like livestock, and in this state of captivity, humanity gradually loses its ability to think, its motivation to learn, and its hope of becoming stronger.

Depriving someone of hope is a cruel thing. But for Qin Chu, he didn't care what the Skyvault Continent would ultimately become. Even if it turned into a herd of livestock, what did it matter to him?

Of course, the Little Goddess of Holy Light did not raise any objections to Qin Chu's arrangements. After all, although Qin Chu's methods were cruel, they were the most effective way to overcome the current crisis.

Moreover, Qin Chu is currently the only follower of the Goddess of Holy Light, and it is Qin Chu who is constantly providing her with energy.

They were partners who helped each other, comrades-in-arms who stood back to back, and they relied on each other in an inseparable way.

Moirai... a prophecy of the Goddess of Fate.

The Little Goddess of Holy Light held a deep hope in her heart, wishing that the prophecy of the Goddess of Fate would come true.

On the other hand, I kept questioning myself: Is this really what I truly think?

She knew very well what Qin Chu's ultimate fate would be, but on the other side were the billions of lives on the Skyvault Continent.

The Orwell Empire.

The Imperial City.

The Nobles' District.

A sense of oppression filled the air.

There were hardly any nobles to be seen on the streets anymore; instead, the number of commoners was increasing.

Those nobles who usually flaunted their power and acted arrogantly no longer had the energy to expel these commoners who had trespassed into the Nobles' District.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who usually patrolled the Nobles' District, under Wadsworth's instructions, did not stop these commoners at all, and even allowed them to rush into the homes of nobles who had been raided and beheaded to plunder.

Although Wadsworth had arranged for the transfer of most of the wealth and valuables, even what remained was still of considerable value to ordinary people.

For example, grain, and some gold and silver utensils.