Brother, I Avenged You
She even felt a little like mocking Antia; this woman was still as foolish as she had been a thousand years ago, having such a treasure right beside her yet not knowing how to access it.
But before she could even make a move, Ekaterina beat her to it.
This greatly annoyed the Storm Witch. She had deliberately separated Qin Chu and Ekaterina by going up and down the stairs, but this woman had actually gone up by herself.
She couldn't just rush in and join them.
But now that it's finally over upstairs, I just don't know if Qin Chu is still up to the task.
While pondering to herself, the Storm Witch stood up and walked towards the door.
Just as the Storm Witch reached the door, a voice, seemingly slightly different from the one before, came from upstairs once again.
Hiss...
The Storm Witch gasped.
Seriously? You're coming again?
Don't they ever get tired?
Even if you're going to continue, shouldn't you at least take a break?
Although she felt increasingly agitated, the Storm Witch had no other choice but to stay quietly in her room, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs while patiently waiting.
She started to get a little worried...
If Ekaterina were to take away all the Seed of Life, then there would be nothing left for her.
On the other side, Qin Chu gently pushed open the door.
Hearing Ekaterina's voice coming from the room behind him, Qin Chu's expression turned somewhat strange.
Honestly, Ekaterina's acting was really bad. Just listen to her voice—flat, perfunctory, and completely emotionless. Anyone with a bit of experience could tell something was wrong.
Please be more professional! Can't you put more emotion into your voice?
However, considering that the Storm Witch has lived here alone for thousands of years, it's hard to say whether she has experienced anything before, and even if she has, she has probably forgotten most of it.
Presumably, the Storm Witch wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Humans are naturally curious.
Qin Chu were no exception.
Reason told him that his goal was only revenge, and he should just take care of his own affairs. What had happened on the Sky Continent, the conflicts between the true rulers and gods, had nothing to do with him. Forcibly getting involved would not bring him any benefit.
But curiosity killed the cat.
The more something is forbidden to know, the more one wants to explore it.
Moreover, Qin Chu had a vague feeling that he had already been drawn into this huge vortex, so there was no harm in learning more about it.
Once this thought crossed my mind, the slight resistance I felt vanished instantly, and I walked towards the room next door with a clear conscience.
This appears to be an office, with the Storm Lord's emblem still hanging on the broken wall.
The table was covered in a thick layer of dust, like snow.
There were some documents on the table. Qin Chu slowly walked over, first cautiously sensing his surroundings to make sure there were no hidden mechanisms or traps, before reaching out his finger towards the documents. But just as Qin Chu's finger touched the papers...
Silently... as if a string had been touched, the document instantly turned to dust.
It was a fine, powdery substance, like flour, or the ashes of something burned in a fire.
Not only the paper, but also the paintings on the wall and the desk vanished in an instant. Even the porcelain placed next to it as decoration turned into fine quicksand.
Qin Chu's eyes were somewhat dim; a thousand years was enough to erode everything.
The beds in her and Ekaterina's room, the doors and windows of the temple, even the floor and walls, were all prepared by Violet later. This woman stubbornly wanted to keep the Storm Temple in its original state and did not want the temple to disappear completely, even though apart from its barely presentable exterior, the interior had long since decayed... Everything that originally belonged to this temple had long since come to an end in the river of time.
There was nothing left to explore in this room. Qin Chu went to another room next door, and the situation there was no different. In fact, the airflow caused by Qin Chu opening the door turned everything else in the room to dust.
But Qin Chu did not give up. He believed that there must be something in this temple that could guide him to find the truth.
As I walked through the rooms, the scenes before me were almost identical.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor...
Qin Chu did not overlook any small detail.
In the end, Qin Chu even risked going into the first floor.
Far from where Violet was, Qin Chu discovered a dark little room, in which there was even a complete statue of the Storm Lord, seemingly a room used for confession and prayer.
No one knows what the gods look like; the statues are merely depictions based on the imaginations of believers.
This is a tall, imposing man. Although more than a thousand years have passed, the statue's majesty remains undiminished. This place seems to be where Violet often frequented, unlike other places that are covered in thick dust.
The surrounding walls were covered with a jumble of words, patterns, and symbols drawn with almost frantic strokes... The deep indentations on the walls and the stiff, distorted strokes revealed the turmoil in the heart of the person who left these marks.
Even the statues bear traces of repairs, some of which have been repaired multiple times. The cracks are clearly layered, and the repeated damage and repairs give the statues an eerie appearance.
On the wall directly above the statue of the Storm Lord, several large, distorted characters appeared to have been written with a knife.
Where is He?
At the end of the brushstroke, a long crack was forcefully drawn downwards onto the wall.
Right at the feet of the statue, there was a notebook with a dark cover and a pattern of two crossed crosses.
Qin Chu instinctively wanted to reach out, but hesitated, worried that the notebook would turn to dust like before.
After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu finally extended his finger and touched the notebook cover with the gentlest possible force... This time, the notebook did not turn to ashes.
It was just a very simple action, but Qin Chu felt quite exhausted. Qin Chu quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened his notebook.
The first thing that catches the eye is a few chilling scarlet words:
The gods are dead!
Meanwhile, Death Knight Karthus had already left the location where Benson's body lay.
Riding his Bone Warhorse, he galloped wildly against the wind like a ghost, the cold night wind unable to extinguish the flame in his heart.
Because, just as he was collecting Benson's remains, he discovered the white stocking that Benson had been clutching tightly in his palm.
The stockings bore two symbols drawn by Benson with his own blood.
A symbol representing the Holy Church.
A symbol representing the Earth Mother Church.
He had never been so Wrath before.
The blood-soaked pattern was clearly a signal Benson left for himself before he died.
If Benson had only been killed by Magic Creature, Karthus would have been sad, but not so Wrath, since humans and Magic Creature are natural enemies.
However, being killed by his own people made Karthus's anger completely uncontrollable.
Karthus is the dumbest member of the Hero's Party, followed by Benson and the Mad Muse. The three of them have the best relationship and the deepest bond in the Hero's Party, which is why Jello even jokingly calls them the Foolish Trio.
Karthus never felt offended; on the contrary, he felt it was a sign of the Hero's intimacy towards him.
In reality, Karthus was not that stupid.
Some of the legends about Karthus are true; he was indeed of illustrious birth, his father was a famous nobleman, and he had noble blood flowing through his veins.
He is indeed incredibly talented; his strength has increased at an extremely rapid pace since childhood.
He also has a fiancée who, although not Grand Sage, is quite powerful, and is elegant, noble, beautiful, and gentle.
However, he was also Pride and impulsive.
His master warned him that although he was very strong and progressed quickly, his mind was unstable. He told him to calm down and let his mind catch up with his strength.
But the Pride Karthus completely ignored his master's words and continued to push towards higher levels. This led to trouble. During his breakthrough, his mind became unstable, and he began to hear indescribable and incomprehensible murmurs.
He didn't know where the sound came from, but it made him feel extremely irritated.
Countless bizarre and distorted hallucinations appeared before his eyes, causing him confusion and madness.
In a state of extreme madness, he went on a rampage, destroying everything in his path. When he regained his senses, he saw himself holding his father's head, his mother's body severed in half at the waist...
The elder brother's body was cleaved in two by a single stroke.
He became a murderous monster, and his fiancée left him.
He was condemned and hunted by countless people...
From that moment on, Karthus changed. He was no longer the handsome and dashing young nobleman; he became dull, numb, and slow-witted.
He didn't want anyone to see his face again, so he covered his entire body with thick black metal armor.
When he was all alone, it was Hero who reached out a hand to him.
He became a companion of the Hero, but because of his dullness, apathy, and stupidity, he could only follow the orders of Jello or other Hero's Party and never made decisions on his own.
But now, he was utterly Wrath.
This was the first time he had made a decision based on his own will since the change.
He wanted revenge for Benson.
They wanted to use the blood and heads of those damned charlatans of the Holy Church to pay tribute to their dearest friend.
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Chapter 102 Brother, I've Avenged You (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Reviews)
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In the dull, sluggish, and slow-witted mind of Karthus, the mark on the white stockings that Benson clutched tightly in his palm was his guide.
It was the Holy Church that betrayed Benson.
He wanted to use the heads of members of the Holy Church to pay tribute to his best friend.
He knew that there was a patrol formed by Knight of the Holy Church at the border.
He saw those people when he arrived to help Benson.
He Wrath, he was insane.
Once again, indescribable murmurs seemed to echo in his ears, and only the blood of those people could extinguish the burning flame in his heart.
Bone Warhorse galloped wildly across the land, raising clouds of dust behind them.
Karthus had no idea how long he had been walking. Before him appeared a river, next to which was a temporary camp.
The camp was home to thousands of Holy Knight from the Holy Church, most of whom were resting in their tents, except for a few on night duty.
The campfire burned, its wisps of black smoke spreading through the night sky, while the sound of the rushing river echoed in the air.
Several Knight gathered around the campfire, holding metal bottles filled with strong, pungent liquor. Although the Holy Church had many rules, it did not prohibit alcohol. Moreover, for these people on patrol, without the stimulation of alcohol, their physical fatigue would quickly become unbearable.
"Damn it, the First-Generation Hero died way too fast. If he hadn't recklessly rushed over to fight the Demon King First-Generation Hero -on-one, he wouldn't have been torn to pieces." A Knight sipped his wine and muttered sullenly.
He had never met the First-Generation Hero.
But I've heard some stories about the First-Generation Hero.
In his opinion, only someone with a screw loose would dare to challenge the Demon King to a duel.
Another Knight, equally displeased, said, "Who says otherwise? Even though they've summoned a Second-Generation Hero, supposedly even more talented than the first, all he does is hole up in the Imperial City, indulging in wine and women, showing absolutely no interest in fighting Magic Creature. What a coward..."
Whether it was due to drunkenness, their true thoughts, or the pent-up resentment from patrolling in the cold night, they completely failed to consider that the Second-Generation Hero's current strength was utterly inadequate to face powerful Magic Creature.
They were simply venting their frustrations.
"Damn it, we summoned the Hero to fight Magic Creature, not to have him stay in the city and play around with women..."
"We are Knight! How dare we do the work of ordinary soldiers? This is an insult to us!"
Suddenly, a powerful Knight seemed to sense something. He looked up and saw the shadowy figure in the moonlight.
The ghostly figure sent a shiver down his spine, and he instinctively reached out to grab the spear beside him, but he quickly sensed something was amiss.
That figure looks familiar. Isn't that Karthus, the filial son from the Hero's Party?