Fate? Who Knows!

Moreover, they sensed even more clearly the restlessness of the Lord of Pleasure; his aura was waning.

Although a terrifying aura still lingers, it is far less exaggerated than it was at the beginning... Moreover, this decline seems to show no signs of stopping.

Even now, the corruption affecting the Lord of Pleasure doesn't seem as severe as it was at the beginning.

Little Saya looked to the other side, at Antasia and Cynthia.

It's clear that Antasia's current power is only temporary, but there's no doubt that at this moment, Antasia... or more accurately, the goddess phantom behind Antasia, possesses power comparable to that of Little Saya.

Even though the Lord of Pleasure's power has waned, only a true Demigod could barely contend with him.

In other words, Little Saya, Antasia, and Cynthia will be the main force in the fight against the Lord of Pleasure.

The other members, on the other hand, should try to harass and delay the inevitable. As things stand, the longer the delay, the more advantageous it will be for them.

These girls were all incredibly intelligent; even without prior discussion, they could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.

The crowd immediately dispersed.

Little Saya, Antasia, Cynthia form an equilateral triangle, surrounding the Lord of Pleasure in the center.

The other women were scattered throughout the sky, the ground, and all directions.

The body's energy is being rapidly mobilized.

Little Saya had already raised her magic wand high, and dark Magic Power was spreading over her body.

But... the first to make a move wasn't Little Saya, but another being.

Wadsworth!

The normal Wadsworth appears irritable, but is actually incredibly meticulous.

Faced with a being like the Lord of Pleasure, Wadsworth would probably turn tail and run, or rather, he wouldn't even show up here.

However, Wadsworth is clearly in an abnormal state right now.

He had gone completely insane; in his remaining consciousness, there was only tyranny, slaughter, and destruction... and the hatred that had resurfaced after sensing the Lord of Pleasure.

This hatred even overwhelmed all other emotions in my chest.

The strong man could no longer restrain himself, and the long, thin thing beneath his skin began to writhe more rapidly.

Visibly, a large number of meat-like objects gathered on his right arm, twisting and tangling together like steel cables, seemingly transforming into the most solid muscles on Wadsworth's arm.

Pfft!

The sleeves of his robe couldn't withstand the energy and were shattered into pieces.

A deep, suppressed roar, like the howl of a wild beast, suddenly erupted from Wadsworth's throat. The next instant, his body slammed into the ground like a cannonball, hurtling straight toward the Lord of Pleasure.

The corrosive aura emanating from the Lord of Pleasure had absolutely no effect on Wadsworth.

Wadsworth will not be affected by the Lord of Pleasure in the slightest.

Nonsense.

Wadsworth's body had long been completely corrupted by the aura of the Strongest Evil God, so the Lord of Pleasure had no chance to intervene.

At this moment, Wadsworth's face was contorted in agony, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard stood on end, and surging energy gathered at a single point on his clenched right fist, causing space to shatter wherever his fist struck.

They were originally thousands of meters away from the Lord of Pleasure, but in an instant they appeared in front of him.

"One punch, and the earth trembles!"

Buzz!

Wherever the force of the punch landed, the earth trembled.

An almost vacuum-like vortex formed in front of the fist.

The surrounding air was pushed aside, and the Lord of Pleasure's smooth, long hair was blown about.

The Lord of Pleasure loathed the ugly man before him; He was too lazy to even approach such a life devoid of any beauty or elegance. His purple eyes narrowed slightly.

With a thud, Wadsworth's chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow.

His entire chest caved in instantly, and one could almost hear a series of bones cracking.

My right hand was clenched into a fist. Each finger seemed to be manipulated by some mysterious force, forcibly separated and reversed, with a cracking sound, until the fingers were pressed directly against the back of my hand.

That's not all; an invisible shock swept through.

Starting from the fingertips, strips of scarlet flesh were peeled directly from the bone onto Wadsworth's right hand.

In an instant, his entire right arm had turned into bare white bone.

What is divinity? This is divinity.

Although isolated from the Void, rejected and suppressed by the world, and weakened by his declining power, the Lord of Pleasure still possesses a power that no other human can rival when facing his enemies.

With a whoosh, Wadsworth was sent flying.

With a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of thick, fresh blood.

But on that face covered in a thick beard, there was no trace of fear or pain, only excitement.

Yes, that's perfect, that's the best way.

If I could die here, that would be the best ending.

In that case, Carol and the others... will be able to survive.

It was during these periods of abnormality, and the occasional moments of lucidity, that Wadsworth realized that sometimes living is more terrifying than dying.

Ha ha ha ha...

With a strange, maniacal laugh, Wadsworth rose from the ground again, strange, rod-like structures replacing the original bones in his chest, supporting his sunken ribcage.

The surging power within his body re-condensed in his right fist, ready to unleash his second attack.

"The Dark Coffin!"

Even faster than Wadsworth's second attack was Little Saya's power.

A fair, delicate hand swept across the sky, and in an instant, darkness rapidly coalesced into six walls above the Lord of Pleasure's head, feet, and all around him, instantly converging into a gigantic coffin that sealed the Lord of Pleasure inside.

Little Saya Demigod- level strength, but this seal only lasted for a mere second before the crimson light tore through the darkness.

Little Saya didn't linger in the fight. In a flash, she disappeared from her spot. Right behind where Little Saya had been, nine sinister venomous snakes appeared out of thin air, tearing through her and nearly piercing Little Saya body.

"Freeze it."

On the other side, Antasia uttered a crisp sound from her cherry lips.

With arms outstretched, the enormous phantom of the goddess behind him made the same movement. The next instant, dense snowflakes fell from above the Lord of Pleasure's head, seemingly about to condense into a giant ice coffin to seal Lord of Pleasure away.

But a cold wind blew through the air, and snowflakes began to flutter down.

A large amount of snow gathered together and instantly twisted into an icy white chain, which wrapped around the body of the Lord of Pleasure.

This attack annoyed the Lord of Pleasure greatly. With a casual move, he grabbed the chains in his palm, and the chains shattered with a snap.

His lips then parted slightly.

An extremely eerie roar instantly rang in Antasia's ears. Even under the protection of the goddess, Antasia, who possessed super strength for a short time, was unable to withstand this erosion. Her mind went blank for a moment, and her brain seemed to have completely lost the ability to think.

Immediately afterward, protrusions broke through the ground beneath Antasia's feet, swaying in the wind. These were the girl's fair arms, with the most delicate and straight skin, long fingers, and perfectly manicured nails.

His fingers curled, reaching directly for Antasia had instantly lost the ability to think.

Just then, several chains suddenly appeared from nowhere and wrapped around Antasia's slender waist, and with a whoosh, Antasia's body was instantly lifted off the ground.

She narrowly avoided those beautiful, delicate hands on the ground.

Damn it!

The Lord of Pleasure muttered a low curse.

The feeling of having one's power suppressed and forcibly depleted is truly awful.

Moreover, the group of women buzzed around his ears like flies and jumped around in front of him like monkeys, all of which annoyed the Lord of Pleasure.

Just as He was about to take a step forward and chase after Antasia, who was being dragged away by the chains, Wrath roar came from behind him again.

"Two punches, and the mountain crumbles!"

Wadsworth's second attack has begun; Iron Fist appeared directly behind the Lord of Pleasure.

As a god, he could easily withstand this round of attacks, but being hit by a mortal's fist would still be somewhat embarrassing.

Out of annoyance, a hand suddenly appeared on the back of the Lord of Pleasure, and with a casual flick, the fist that could shatter mountains was easily deflected.

The next instant, a third hand appeared from behind and pierced through Wadsworth's chest with a soft "thud."

He ripped it out with a hiss, and a dark red, still-beating heart appeared in his palm.

With a snap, his fingers tightened, and Wadsworth's heart was instantly crushed into pieces.

Fresh blood mixed with minced meat flowed from between his fingers.

Wadsworth froze on the spot, his head slightly lowered, staring at the hole in his chest with an incredulous expression.

Chapter Two, that's 8,000 words today, there will be another update tonight.

Chapter 540 Fate? Who knows!

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Wordsworth paused.

Staying motionless in place.

His head hung low as he stared silently at the hole in his chest, blood still gushing out. The now-mad emperor seemed somewhat bewildered by his current situation.

However, a twisted smile soon appeared on Wadsworth's face.

Pain?

It does not exist.

A large number of fleshy, strip-like objects were rapidly writhing inside the chest cavity, quickly filling the hole in the chest again. The heart was gone... gone, gone.

For Wadsworth now, the heart is not an essential component.

With that twisted smile, Wadsworth's skeletal right fist suddenly rose and smashed straight at the back of the Lord of Pleasure's head.

At extremely close range, with Antasia and Little Saya harassing them from the front, and the Lord of Pleasure not even considering Wadsworth match, the situation was dire.

Due to a combination of carelessness and being caught off guard, with a thud, a fist slammed into the back of the Lord of Pleasure's head.

Second Fist, Mountain-Crusher!

The second punch of Wadsworth's Three Ruin Fists.

It is also Wadsworth's most powerful force.

However, the effect was quite subtle. The fist, capable of shattering mountains, struck the Lord of Pleasure's head, yet it had absolutely no effect, not even breaking a single hair.

The Lord of Pleasure swayed slightly, and that was all.

The gap in strength was so vast it was despair-inducing. Even though the Lord of Pleasure had been severed from his connection with the Void and his strength had been reduced due to the world's rejection and suppression, Wadsworth's most powerful attack still couldn't even break through his defenses.

But this attack stunned the Lord of Pleasure.

His pupils dilated violently.

His body even trembled uncontrollably under the influence of some emotion.

That wasn't fear; that was pure Wrath.

Unbelievable.

He is the Lord of Pleasure, a god of the Void, yet here he is being struck by a filthy, lowly, and weak human?

Shame, an unspeakable shame.

Wrath!

The Lord of Pleasure was filled with an unprecedented and outrageous Wrath.

This Wrath even caused the Lord of Pleasure to ignore the other enemies before him, abruptly turning to face Wadsworth directly.

Her trembling lips suddenly parted.

There was no sound, but an invisible wave suddenly spread out.