Qin Chu, the Only Hope

"Die!"

Buzz!

This gentle voice, however, was like the most terrifying wail. As it echoed in his ears, the man felt as if he had been struck hard by a giant iron hammer, and his head suddenly spun.

My brain felt like it was about to explode.

A crimson hue suddenly appeared before my eyes, and it seemed as if some liquid was flowing from the tip of my nose and the corner of my eyes.

The Death Wail.

One of the signature moves of Ileta Daughter of Death.

That is a strange power that can only be comprehended after coming into contact with billions of dead souls and enduring countless cries of agony.

This terrifying power can destroy the target's brain in an instant, but the most terrifying aspect is its destruction of the soul. The death scream can shred the target's soul into a jumbled mess in a split second.

Even the strongest soul will be crushed into dust and cease to exist at this moment.

The man's body shook violently, his bloodshot eyes drooping involuntarily, and everything he could see was a sea of red. He could feel his face becoming withered and cracked.

Dark red cracks were clearly visible, and the veins on his face were prominent, like those of a venomous snake.

If this man had a soul, that Death Wail scream would be enough to instantly crush it, turning his body into a walking corpse.

Unfortunately, because it lacks a soul, the Death Wail's most powerful destructive force vanishes without a trace. Although Heavy Break the body, it cannot instantly kill.

This left Ileta feeling slightly disappointed.

However, what Ileta didn't know was that the instant her Death Wail rang out, almost simultaneously, in a cave thousands of miles away, Sanchi Kentaro heard a soft, gentle murmur echoing in his ears.

Die.

Die!

Die.

These are all just clones of Sanchi Kentaro, but they are all operated by Sanchi Kentaro.

To control these clones, Sanchi Kentaro needs to establish a connection at the level of consciousness, perceive the situations encountered by the clones, and then manipulate them to make various different responses.

From this perspective, Sanchi Kentaro's soul strength is extremely exaggerated.

After all, multitasking is extremely difficult, and Sanchi Kentaro is now multitasking seven times over. If his mental strength is not strong enough, he could easily Ruin consciousness, become confused, and turn into a complete madman.

However, this situation also directly resulted in everything that the clone sensed being fully transmitted into Sanchi Kentaro's consciousness.

The clone is just an empty shell.

But the true form possesses a living, breathing soul.

The destructive power of Death Wail is greatest when it targets souls.

The low, suppressed voice instantly transformed into a piercing, terrifying scream in Sanchi Kentaro's mind, and his head seemed to swell up in an instant.

Buzz...

It felt as if a resounding bell was ringing throughout my brain.

Deep within the brain, consciousness and soul were completely thrown into chaos by the impact of the Death Wail, as if countless tiny vortexes were frantically devouring and tearing at the soul.

Veins bulged on his fair and handsome face, and viscous liquid gushed from his ears.

What he could see before his eyes seemed to be an extreme darkness, or perhaps an endless, dazzling starry sky.

The powerful energy within her body erupted in response to the stimulation of her soul, tearing the ground apart and sending up clouds of dust. Even the goddess statue in front of her was affected, with countless tiny cracks appearing on its beautiful jade.

Sanchi Kentaro could feel more clearly that countless viscous, dark things were enveloping his body.

However, Sanchi Kentaro's strength was too great. Although the sudden Death Wail had a serious impact on him, it did not last long.

In less than a fraction of a second, the man made a decision without the slightest hesitation, severing the connection between himself and his clone.

Not only the clone being attacked by Ileta, but also the communication between the other six clones was completely severed.

Once the connection is severed, Sanchi Kentaro will no longer be affected by Ileta's attacks, and he will be safe.

However, this also means that these clones will go out of control... Without the control of the main body, the combat power of the clones will be greatly reduced, and their cooperation will no longer exist.

Their ability to adapt to changing circumstances in battle also disappears; they become completely berserk beasts, acting solely on instinct.

In other words, Sanchi Kentaro's plan to use these clones to ambush or even eliminate the Second-Generation Hero Qin Chu has basically failed. It is almost impossible to kill Qin Chu with just a group of powerful but mindless and insane beasts.

Sanchi Kentaro was still breathing heavily.

His heart was filled with resentment.

Damn it, where did this damned woman come from?

Why are there so many powerful individuals on the Skyvault Continent whom I know nothing about?

This woman was able to attack my soul directly through her clone; she must have done it on purpose. She must know about my true self and wanted to kill me in this way. That must be it.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough; otherwise, I might have actually been taken advantage of by this woman.

That's really dangerous.

Although the plan failed, Sanchi Kentaro was deeply impressed with his quick thinking.

It's already quite an achievement to have survived this woman's shameless sneak attack; how could I possibly ask for more?

It must be said that Sanchi Kentaro's mental cultivation is completely outmatched by his actual strength... His combat power is actually far superior to Ileta's.

Leaving aside the main body, the remaining fifty-odd puppets alone are not something Ileta can handle. Even if Sanchi Kentaro can't deploy all the puppets at once, those seven puppets alone, if operated properly, would be enough to make Ileta suffer greatly.

But this guy, the moment his main soul was attacked, decisively severed the connection with his clone. Such cowardice is truly astounding.

After gradually calming down, Sanchi Kentaro also felt some regret, but re-establishing contact with his clone was by no means an easy task.

What's more, Sanchi Kentaro discovered something else... When he saw that the goddess statue he had painstakingly sculpted over many years was damaged, Sanchi Kentaro was overwhelmed with grief, letting out a mournful cry:

No!

Two streams of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The statue of the goddess, the symbol of the goddess, has been damaged even under our protection—how can we tolerate such a thing?

Sanchi Kentaro felt deeply guilty for failing to protect the symbol of the goddess; this was his defeat.

As a defeated party, one should... commit seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment).

But... won't it hurt a lot?

On the other side, Ileta could also clearly sense that something was off about this enemy.

Ileta could sense that although it was a manipulated clone, it was still lifelike.

But in that very instant, that agility vanished.

The pain inside his head seemed to have a strong effect on him, and his cries of agony grew louder and louder.

His eyes grew increasingly red, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his gaze was chilling, like that of a mad dog.

The fear deep in his eyes was gradually fading, leaving only... destruction.

Driven by instinct, a destructive urge to destroy everything, the tall, muscular man suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed intently on Ileta.

Not only this man, but also the other six enemies who had been lurking in mid-air, hiding their whereabouts, all revealed themselves without being attacked by Ileta.

Each one of them exuded an aura of madness, like an enemy before them. Their scarlet eyes were either fixed on Ileta or staring at Florence and Inas in the distance.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere became even more violent.

Florence and Ileta felt a chill run down their spines as if they were being targeted by the most terrifying poison in the world. In an instant, they realized that none of these were opponents they could handle.

Ileta inwardly cursed, never expecting that all these clones would go out of control.

In this situation, these clones probably wouldn't care about anything else and would launch indiscriminate attacks on all enemies. I'm afraid I wouldn't have much ability to protect the two women behind me.

In Ileta's view, these enemies, when they've gone mad, are more dangerous than when they're sane.

With her pearly white teeth lightly biting her lip, Ileta watched as the burly man before her raised his two enormous battle axes once more, and her body vanished in a wisp of smoke.

At the very moment Ileta's body disappeared, a huge meteorite fell from the sky.

The two battle axes failed to tear through Ileta's body, and coupled with the fact that the man had already suffered injuries, he was caught off guard and directly hit by the meteor summoned by Florence.

With a bang, the meteorite exploded.

The man's body plummeted from the sky like a cannonball, crashing straight onto the ice.

The destructive power of Transcendent Magic is still terrifying. Even if this man is stronger than Florence, the impact of a giant meteorite falling from the sky is definitely not something that can be easily withstood.

Rumble...

Another violent roar erupted.

As the man's body fell, large sections of ice cracked, and his body continued to plunge deeper into the ice.

Broken ice fragments flew everywhere.

The entire glacier ice layer was shattered by the Meteor Spell at that moment.

The man's body fell onto the massive Evil God's Remnant Body.

The thick glacier that had been sealing the Evil God's Remnant Body shattered at this moment.

Ileta's dark pupils contracted repeatedly, and her slender body trembled uncontrollably.

The worst thing has happened.

Others may not know, but Ileta knows very well that beneath this layer of ice lies not only the remains of Evil God, but also the vengeful spirits of countless people who perished in the glacier...

Their souls, drawn by some mysterious force, gathered near the Evil God's Corpse.

Over a long period of time, these wronged souls, influenced by the power involuntarily released from the Evil God's Corpse, have transformed into evil spirits.

Compared to ordinary ghosts and spirits, evil spirits are far more terrifying. They possess incredibly powerful abilities, capable of destroying a target's soul and will without harming their physical body.

Even Ileta, who wields the Death Authority and possesses special abilities targeting souls, would have to put in considerable effort to eliminate evil spirits.

Moreover, it's an evil spirit nourished by the aura of Evil God?

The most terrifying thing is that, over the course of thousands of years, countless lives have perished in the glaciers.

Even Ileta couldn't sense how many evil spirits lurked beneath that thick layer of ice.

At this moment, the glacier is broken.

The evil spirit has been unleashed.

Damn it... how could a mere Transcendent Magic Meteor Spell so easily pierce through this ice layer that's nearly a hundred meters thick?

How could this be? Could this also be part of the Goddess of Fate of Moirai?

Ugh!

A chilling wind spread.

It seemed even colder all around.

Beneath the ice, the man who had fallen to the deepest point was not dead; a mere Transcendent Magic wouldn't have been enough to kill him instantly.

His pure, wild rage made him completely oblivious to his injuries and pain. He struggled to get up, but he didn't notice that strange, writhing creatures had appeared all around him.

Chapter Two, 4,000 words in total, is presented here.

Chapter 524 Qin Chu, the Only Hope

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Only Ileta, the Daughter of Death, knows just how much terror lies hidden beneath the ice.

The remains of the Evil God are part of it.

However, besides the Evil God's Remnant Body, many other strange entities are also hidden within.

Deep within the glacier, a place rarely visited by humans.

Just like the Endless Sea, there are rumors that one can enter but not leave... But, at any time, there is no shortage of people in the human world who love adventure, and they regard it as an honor to venture into places that others dare not venture into.

The spirit of daring to explore is neither right nor wrong.

The progress of human civilization has occurred precisely through repeated adventures.