Chapter 380: Even a God…
Dead.
Everyone was dead.
Loseweisse’s body trembled incessantly.
She had used many methods, smiled countless times, and finally managed to win over the tens of thousands of Holy Knights and priests of the Holy See. This would be the foundation for her to ascend to the throne of the Female Pope.
Their strength, individually, might not be enough to face Augustus, but those elite priests, when they concentrated their mana, could also unleash Super-tier magic like a Grand Mage.
Those elite Holy Knights could also combine into powerful knight formations, displaying destructive power comparable to a Titled Knight.
To completely eliminate Augustus, Douglas had even brought the elite of the entire Inquisition. These people were all the best assassins.
These people would become a sharp blade in her hands, eliminating all her rebels, searching for Lord Jie Luo’s soul fragments, and maintaining her rule.
But now, they were all dead.
Her foundation had been ruthlessly cut off. The imagined scene of her ascending to the throne under the gaze of all, at this moment, was like a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, shattered.
The blow of her dream being shattered was even more severe than the direct impact of all these deaths.
Loseweisse couldn’t take it anymore. Her chest felt stuffy again, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
On her pure white Saintess robe, mixed with streaks of gold, were dots of bright red.
Loseweisse had suffered a serious blow. Her face was as pale as paper. Only her eyes revealed a crimson, intense killing intent, staring intently at Augustus.
She wanted to skin Augustus, pull out his tendons, smash his body into pieces, and scatter his ashes.
It was clear that everything had been planned perfectly. Moreover, after her bloodline awakened, her strength had improved. Douglas and Cain had also gained great benefits from touching the oracular scroll. Defeating Augustus was supposed to be an easy task.
But who could have imagined that Augustus’ power would be so exaggerated?
She had originally thought that Qin Chu would stand by her side. Saint Monique should also want to eliminate one of her competitors. She would definitely help. But those two just stood by and watched, not helping at all.
At this moment, even if she could still kill Augustus, she would ultimately be defeated.
Thinking of the long time she had planned, the hard work she had put in, only to end up with nothing, made Loseweisse feel even worse. She spat out blood again and again, unable to stop.
On the opposite side, Augustus was also panting heavily.
The blood on his body seemed to have burned away completely. His skin looked dry and cracked.
His face was even more ashen.
His once-young body now looked even more stooped than before.
But in those turbid eyes, there was an unyielding fighting spirit.
His battle wasn’t over yet.
The Evil God’s daughter was still alive.
He knew that he was doomed, but before he died, he would drag the Evil God’s daughter to hell with him.
The stench of blood swirled in the air above the cathedral.
Countless corpses littered the ground, their blood forming rivers.
No wonder the Daughter of Death, Ireta, had come here. There were too many souls here waiting to be purified.
Qin Chu’s eyes were narrowed into a slit, a faint, cold smile on his lips. He didn’t feel any pity for the deaths of so many people.
Now, he was only paying attention to Loseweisse and Augustus.
He had once been an enemy of both, especially Loseweisse. The more miserable she was, the happier he was.
As for Douglas and the others, Qin Chu didn’t care.
Should he take this opportunity to finish them both off? After all, taking advantage of someone’s precarious situation was something Qin Chu loved to do.
Saint Monique, beside him, keenly sensed the change in Qin Chu’s gaze. The scepter symbolizing the authority of the Earth Mother’s Church appeared in her hand. If Qin Chu made a move, Saint Monique would also strike without hesitation, ensuring that not a single living person remained in the Holy See.
She would offer all her loyalty and strength to the great Lord of Pleasure.
But at this moment, Qin Chu’s gaze shifted slightly, and he stopped.
A strange scene suddenly appeared before them.
Perhaps because the hatred in her heart was too strong, Loseweisse’s body trembled more and more violently. Her hands were clenched into fists, and the intense killing intent had almost turned into liquid, flowing like a river around her.
Her eyes had also turned completely crimson.
Inside and outside the sanctuary, the countless broken bodies and blood became offerings at this moment!
Behind Loseweisse, one of the seven sigils was shining brighter and brighter, suppressing the light of the other sigils. In an instant, the entire world seemed to be shrouded in crimson, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood had appeared, a hellish abyss.
Even the two moons in the sky had turned a bloody crimson.
This strange transformation made Qin Chu’s gaze grow more serious. He recognized the familiar feeling.
He had experienced it before.
When Karsus was completely eliminated, this crimson scene had also appeared.
The God of Blood, Death, and Darkness!
Qin Chu did nothing. Another plan had already formed in his mind. He just silently opened his camera… oh no, his magical imaging device.
As everyone knows, magical images absolutely cannot be faked.
Perhaps it was the intense killing intent born from Loseweisse’s extreme hatred that allowed her to communicate with the existence in the Void. Behind her, a throne made of white bones faintly appeared.
Blood was being poured on it, flowing through the gaps in the skulls.
Loseweisse’s golden hair had completely turned crimson. In the sanctuary, it was now fluttering wildly, like streams of blood mist swirling around her.
Her aura was still rising, climbing, climbing…
As if it would never end.
Screech!
A strange sound came.
Behind Loseweisse, a crimson tail appeared.
At this moment, her aura finally broke through the limit. With a buzz, a pair of crimson wings suddenly unfurled from her smooth back.
An invisible shockwave instantly spread outwards. The already crumbling sanctuary could no longer hold on. The hard floor, the thick walls, the high dome, everything was shattered into powder at this moment.
Above the Holy See, fine sand and dust danced wildly.
Poof!
Augustus’s pupils suddenly contracted. He felt a terrifying force slam into his chest, and his entire body was sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth mid-air.
Douglas, Athena, and the others were also sent flying like Augustus.
The broken corpses on the ground were directly crushed into meat paste.
The shockwave surged like a storm, sweeping through everything. More than 90% of the buildings in the cathedral were destroyed, collapsing and shattering.
The earth cracked, forming wide fissures.
Loseweisse had connected with the Void and drawn power from the gods.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with cruelty, madness, slaughter, and an arrogance that looked down on everything.
She was like a high and mighty god, looking down on all beings. In her eyes, no matter how powerful a life was in this world, it was nothing more than an ant.
Even Augustus was the same.
She gazed coldly at the old man struggling on the ground in the distance. A cold smile appeared on Loseweisse’s face. She held a huge crimson battle-axe in one hand, its blade dragging on the ground, making a scratch, scratch sound as it split the earth.
“Why?”
“Why can’t you just die quietly? Why do you have to live so shamelessly in this world?”
Loseweisse’s crimson lips uttered neurotic words. If Augustus had died earlier, none of this would have happened.
Just as Augustus was about to get up, Loseweisse raised a foot, her battle boots stomping heavily on the ground.
Poof…
Dozens of meters away, Augustus’s body was sent flying again, a huge gash cut across his chest.
His intestines spilled out from the wound.
Was it painful?
It seemed so.
But Augustus could no longer feel it.
Even if his body was crushed into meat paste and his soul burned in a fire, he probably wouldn’t feel any pain.
The moment he saw Phyllis’s corpse, he had already tasted the most extreme pain in the world. He would no longer feel pain.
He stared at Loseweisse’s figure with his turbid eyes.
It seemed that those ugly things were truly concerned about this so-called daughter.
A cold smile appeared on Augustus’s lips… This is the power of a god?
It’s truly powerful!
But even a god… he would fight against it!
Chapter 381: I’m Not Dead Yet. No, You’re Already Dead.
Although his body was already exhausted and overdrawn, he had endured more than twenty years of torment for this very moment.
Augustus didn’t pay attention to his torn stomach and flowing intestines. He just stubbornly struggled to get up from the ground again.
It was a simple action, but it seemed to exhaust all of Augustus’s strength. He was panting heavily.
Seeing Augustus’s pathetic appearance, a triumphant smile curled on Loseweisse’s lips.
Look at this. This was the once-mighty Pope of the Holy See, the so-called powerful and invincible king. But now, he was so pathetic in front of her.
Loseweisse suddenly felt that her previous sadness and pain were meaningless. Even if all her subordinates died, so what?
With this absolutely overwhelming power, who else could resist her?
Those who resisted her would be crushed.
In the distance, everyone watching this scene had a grave expression. No one could truly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Loseweisse, an aura that even powerhouses like Violet and Saint Monique found difficult to resist.
Especially for Saint Monique and Norma.
They could hardly imagine that a human’s power could reach such an exaggerated level.
Only Qin Chu and Shaye exchanged a glance, both understanding.
Level 100!
Loseweisse’s power at this moment had completely broken through the shackles that the Heavenly Continent had placed on humans. She had broken through the limits of humanity and reached a whole new level.
A level between humans and gods.
Perhaps it could be called… a Demigod!
It was the level of the once-powerful Shaye, Qin Chu, Demon King Nagath, and the First Hero Jie Luo.
It was also a level that mortals could hardly look up to.
Although it seemed to be temporary, and once the connection was broken, Loseweisse would likely be beaten back to her original form!
Augustus’s strength might be infinitely close to the 100-level threshold, but as long as he didn’t break through that limit, the gap between Augustus and Loseweisse was like heaven and earth.
Augustus also understood this.
Even at his peak, he would definitely not be her opponent, let alone his current broken body and his depleted mana reserves.
But…
He was Augustus.
Even as a tiny mortal, he wanted to struggle a bit in front of this powerful enemy.
A cold smile hung on Loseweisse’s lips. She saw what Augustus seemed to want to do, but she didn’t stop him.
Now she was so powerful that she didn’t believe Augustus could turn the tables on her. Struggle all you want, you ugly thing.
She wanted to completely crush him when he thought he was at his strongest, to let him experience greater pleasure.
And the Qin Chu and Saint Monique watching in the distance.
They wouldn’t have a good ending either, she vowed.
If they hadn’t taken her side, they were on the path to death.
To kill the Hero, to kill the successor of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, might cause some trouble? It didn’t matter. When all who opposed her were dead, no one would object.
Perhaps affected by the God of Blood, Darkness, and Slaughter, Loseweisse’s chest was filled with a desire to kill.
Augustus was just panting heavily. Suddenly, he made a very strange move. He broke off one of his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing.
Crunch, crunch…
The strange sound sent chills down one’s spine.
Then, Augustus took out a glass bottle from his storage ring. It contained a bright red liquid.
When Shaye and Qin Chu saw the bottle, their expressions changed. They were more familiar with this blood than anyone else. Indeed, Augustus also had this kind of thing.
In the next second, Augustus directly drank the whole bottle of blood.
Then, he took out a piece of fresh meat.
The meat was bright red, as if it had just been cut from a living being. The meat seemed to be wriggling, as if it had a life of its own.
Staring at the meat in his hand, Augustus’s expression was somewhat sad.
Although he said he wanted to fight against the gods, he was merely a mortal after all. In the end, he still had to rely on external forces.
Just as the meat was taken out, Loseweisse’s pupils suddenly contracted. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Anger!
Disgust!
Hatred!
And even… fear!
All kinds of emotions surged into her mind in an instant.
She felt her scalp tingling, and a strange restlessness welled up inside her.
She had wanted to give Augustus enough time to reach his strongest state before ruthlessly killing him, extinguishing all his hopes.
But at this moment, Loseweisse couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a whoosh, the crimson battle-axe was raised high by Loseweisse.
Then it fell.
In an instant, the entire world was split into two by a crimson light.
Vaguely, one could see the trace of the axe’s blade tearing through. The surrounding void showed large cracks, like shattered glass.
It seemed as if all the colors in the world had disappeared, and all sounds had ceased to exist. All that could be seen and felt was the sharp red light before them.
Just as Augustus stuffed the meat into his mouth, the blade appeared above his head.
Chī!
The axe blade tore through Augustus’s head, splitting his body neatly in two, scattering on the ground.
The power of the axe continued to spread across the ground. No one knew where it extended to. Far away, the residence of Duke Blaze vanished in an instant.
All that could be seen was a gorge over ten meters wide, hundreds of meters long, and of unknown depth.
The power of a single strike was terrifying.
It was over!
Loseweisse smiled triumphantly. She glanced at Qin Chu and Saint Monique in the distance. All that remained was to deal with these two… Should she just kill everyone in the Imperial City?
A thought suddenly popped into her mind, making Loseweisse’s face look strange. After all, the Imperial City was full of foolish nobles and filthy commoners.
It would be pollution to let them live in this world.
On the other side, Qin Chu and Shaye also stared at Augustus, who had fallen on both sides of the ravine.
Was it over?
Looking at Loseweisse’s gaze towards them, Qin Chu’s expression was strange. He didn’t think she would come over for afternoon tea.
He was probably about 80%, maybe 90% sure he couldn’t defeat Loseweisse.
Unfortunately, he had only swallowed the Evil God’s heart. He hadn’t had time to fully digest it.
But it wasn’t a big deal.
No one noticed that the body of Augustus, which had been split in two, was rapidly growing a large amount of granulation tissue at the incision.
Just as Loseweisse turned to face Qin Chu and was about to walk over, even raising her battle-axe high, a strange, snake-like tentacle suddenly emerged from her abdomen.
Loseweisse’s body instantly froze in place. The tip of the tentacle was still wriggling, widening the wound in her abdomen.
Her pupils contracted, and her body trembled with anger.
What was going on?
She hadn’t sensed any power fluctuations.
The tentacle seemed to have suddenly grown from her stomach.
Her neck turned like stiff machinery, and she saw a figure floating above the canyon behind her. What kind of body was that?
Stitched.
Yes, from head to toe, to face, to chest, to abdomen… all the skin was stitched together, forcibly pieced together.
But the stitching wasn’t done with needle and thread, but with wriggling, worm-like things.
A glance was enough to send chills down one’s spine.
Her cracked lips moved, revealing a sickening smile: “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m not dead yet.”
It’s not over… Qin Chu let out a sigh in the distance.
Augustus was indeed dead.
It was just that his already incomplete soul still harbored a deep obsession.
Fused with some mysterious power, he continued to control his broken body.
Every minute, every second, his soul was burning.
In his current state, Augustus’s soul might burn out completely in just a few minutes.
But in this short time, his power had risen to another level, no less than Loseweisse’s.
At this moment, the battle had evolved into a confrontation between demigods.
Loseweisse’s face was extremely gloomy. She hadn’t expected Augustus to be so troublesome. She grabbed the tentacle that was still wriggling and destroying her internal organs and shattered it.
In the next instant, the battle-axe tore towards Augustus.
Augustus flashed and instantly disappeared into the night sky.
It wasn’t a rogue’s stealth. He seemed to have completely erased his existence.
Then, a cold snort came from the void. Although there was no movement between heaven and earth except for the tearing battle-axe, a terrifying spiritual storm raged, repeatedly striking Loseweisse’s consciousness.
Augustus was trying to invade Loseweisse’s soul, attempting to destroy her directly from the soul level.
But this was clearly not an easy task. Loseweisse’s body emitted a strong red light, forming a strange barrier that continuously resisted the attacks of Augustus’s soul storm.
Gradually, the sky above the temple changed.
Although the red moon hung high, streaks of lightning kept falling from the sky. The electric light raged, and the aura of destruction permeated the air.
Loseweisse’s body froze in place, concentrating on resisting the attacks on her consciousness and body.
For a time, she seemed to be completely suppressed by Augustus.
On the other side, Douglas watched the battle in the distance. He couldn’t participate in this at all, and he couldn’t even understand what kind of battle it was.
He could only watch Loseweisse and Augustus stand facing each other. But he could sense the danger hidden in the silence.
At this rate, Her Holiness Loseweisse would probably lose.
Once she lost, all his bets would be lost. He couldn’t tolerate such an outcome. With a grit of his teeth, he rushed into the ruins of the sanctuary.
There, Phyllis’s corpse still lay quietly.
