Chapter 478: The Eighth Evil God, the Strongest Evil God
The Eight Great Evil Gods!
The Lord of Pleasure, the God of Blood, Death, and Darkness, the Weaver of Fate, the God of Plagues and Misfortune, the Decomposer of All Things, the Star Devourer, the Evil of Chaos.
These were the current seven Evil Gods in the Void, the true names of the “Seven Abominations of the Void” mentioned by his servant, Qin Chu.
Each of the Seven Abominations of the Void wielded one, or rather, one primary and several related authorities.
Each Abomination possessed extremely tyrannical strength, far surpassing that of ordinary native gods on the Heavenly Continent.
But the Little Goddess of Holy Light understood very clearly that although the Seven Abominations of the Void were dangerous, they were fundamentally insignificant. There was only one truly terrifying crisis, and that was… the Strongest Evil God, who could be called both Father God and Mother God.
That is, the Eighth Evil God beyond the Seven Abominations of the Void.
Of course, while the Seven Abominations were considered insignificant, they were still an insurmountable obstacle for the current Goddess of Holy Light. Her strength was severely depleted. If she couldn’t break free from her restraints, the destruction of the Heavenly Continent would ultimately be unavoidable.
As for the true face of the Eighth Evil God, the Goddess of Holy Light felt it could simply be described as the source of all evil.
It was the composite of all sins.
It was an existence that ordinary living beings would instantly go mad just by looking at, hearing Its whispers, or smelling Its scent.
Even true gods found it difficult to resist the erosion originating from It.
The Seven Abominations of the Void were merely existences formed from some evil condensed and separated from the source of all evil. In some respects, they could even be considered the offspring of the Strongest Evil God.
The Little Goddess of Holy Light’s expression was somewhat melancholic. Perhaps only in her current shrunken state, with her personality also becoming much more childlike, would she reveal such an expression.
She wasn’t surprised at all to be able to draw the power of the Strongest Evil God from Qin Chu, as if everything was part of a plan.
And the pity revealed in her eyes was precisely pity for Qin Chu.
That was a ruthless and cruel man.
It seemed he gave the people on the Heavenly Continent food, allowing them to eat their fill and have a chance to live, but this chance was obtained by exploiting the future of the Heavenly Continent. The people of the Heavenly Continent were being raised like livestock. In this kind of husbandry, humans would gradually lose the ability to think, the motivation to learn, and the hope of becoming stronger.
Depriving hope was a very cruel thing. But, for Qin Chu, he didn’t care what the Heavenly Continent would ultimately become. Even if it truly turned into a herd of livestock, what did it have to do with him?
Of course, the Little Goddess of Holy Light didn’t raise any objections to Qin Chu’s arrangements either. After all, although Qin Chu’s methods were cruel, they were the most effective way to overcome the current crisis.
Moreover, Qin Chu was currently the Goddess of Holy Light’s only servant, and it was Qin Chu who continuously provided her with energy.
The two were partners helping each other, comrades-in-arms back-to-back, an inseparable reliance.
Moirae… the prophecy of the Goddess of Fate.
The Little Goddess of Holy Light hoped inwardly that the Goddess of Fate’s prophecy would come true.
But on the other hand, her heart constantly questioned herself: was this really her true thought?
She knew very well Qin Chu’s ultimate fate, but on the other side were the billions of lives on the Heavenly Continent.
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Auville Empire.
Imperial City.
Noble District.
A suppressive atmosphere permeated the air.
Few nobles could be seen on the streets anymore; instead, the number of commoners was increasing.
Those nobles who usually swaggered arrogantly no longer had the energy to drive away these commoners trespassing in the noble district.
And the soldiers who usually patrolled the noble district, under Wadsworth’s instruction, didn’t stop these commoners at all, even allowing them to rush into the homes of nobles whose properties were confiscated and who were beheaded, to plunder.
Although most of the wealth and valuable items had already been transferred away by personnel arranged by Wadsworth, even what remained was of considerable value to commoners.
For example, grain, and some gold and silver utensils.
Of course, when these commoners saw Qin Chu, they still showed considerable goodwill.
Upon seeing Qin Chu and his group, commoners clutching stolen goods in their arms even greeted Qin Chu somewhat awkwardly. After all, their current appearance looked rather terrible, like a band of robbers.
Qin Chu didn’t criticize the actions of these commoners either, even greeting them quite amiably, while inwardly admiring Wadsworth’s clever tactics.
Even though his sanity has been almost completely eroded by the Evil God, he can still make the most correct decisions at this time.
Of course, this couldn’t hide the chaotic undercurrents surging like ocean waves. The Auville Empire at this time was like an old, gloomy sailboat navigating a storm, liable to capsize at any moment.
Most shops along the streets were closed. Only a very small number, wealthy enough to hire guards, remained open. These guards allowed them to avoid being robbed like other stores.
Places ravaged by these commoners would definitely be stripped bare. Whether it was already baked pastries, unprocessed raw materials, or even things like jam, nothing would be spared.
While responding to the commoners before him, Qin Chu’s eyes inadvertently swept across the surroundings.
“There are quite a few dirty things nearby,” Anthea, now possessing her own body, frowned slightly. “Should I go kill them all?”
Qin Chu shook his head slightly: “No need.”
He now knew that the enhancement of the Death Divinity was related to the number and strength of beings killed by himself and his subordinates.
Therefore, in Qin Chu’s eyes, Demon King Nagath’s decree that whoever killed him would become the next Demon King… wasn’t a danger at all, but practically a huge experience gift package from Nagath.
If Anthea acted and killed all the hidden Demon Beasts nearby at once, causing the remaining ones to become fearful and stop coming to kill him, wouldn’t that mean the experience packages all grew wings and flew away?
This was also why Qin Chu had arranged for Big and Little Shaye to return to the residence earlier via a different route.
After all, the presence of the Dark Witch Shaye Shub-Niggurath was simply too conspicuous.
If these Demon Beast assassins sensed the presence of the Dark Witch, how many would still dare to come and court death?
The Four Heavenly Kings of the Abyss, the Seventeen Demon Generals, plus Demon King Nagath’s large group of consorts, princes, and princesses…
In Qin Chu’s eyes, this had already become a huge, rich pile of experience. With Qin Chu’s greed, he absolutely couldn’t let them go. So, not only did he want the assassination attempts to proceed, but he also wanted them to come even more fiercely, ideally harvesting them all at once.
Qin Chu leaned close to Anthea’s ear and whispered something. The warm breath made Anthea’s pretty face flush slightly.
Inside the pastry shop nearby, a burly man sat by the window, opposite a slightly thinner figure.
The man clearly had no taste for appreciating delicious pastries. His mouth was large; tilting his head back, he poured the entire triangular cake from the plate into his mouth, swallowed with a single gulp after a slight movement of his throat.
This manner made even the shop owner shake his head slightly, feeling it was a desecration to sell his cake to this guy… But in the current situation, with little business, there was no choice. If this were normal times, it would be strange if he wasn’t thrown out.
Comparatively, the way the thinner figure opposite ate the cake was even stranger. He didn’t use a knife or fork. Instead, he brought the cake directly to the side of his mouth, his upper and lower lips wriggling in a bizarre manner.
Rather than eating the cake, it was more like using some method to crush the cake into a liquid-like substance and then slowly sucking it up.
All in all, they were two rather strange fellows. If not for their appearance being indistinguishable from normal humans, the shop owner would even suspect they were two Demon Beasts.
The noisy sounds from outside also reached the ears of the two individuals.
The thin, short man quietly glanced outside, then took out a magical image from his robes, compared it, and handed the magical image to the burly man opposite:
“Your Excellency Rockwell, it should be that person!”
The man named Rockwell took the magical image. It showed a not-so-clear picture, but it was still nine-tenths similar to the man walking on the street outside the window. It could basically be confirmed they were the same person.
That was the Hero.
“Very good, thank you for your help, Mast!”
“When I ascend to the Demon King’s throne, your reward will not be small.”
The man named Mast revealed a somewhat exaggerated smile upon hearing this: “Many thanks, Your Excellency Rockwell.”
“My mission is complete!”
“May I leave first? You know, I’m just a Phantom Demon. Combat really isn’t my forte.”
“Of course, you may.” The man named Rockwell revealed a cold smile. The Phantom Demon Mast’s usefulness ended here. Mast wasn’t needed for the battle that followed.
That’s right, they were Demon Beasts.
Ever since Demon King Nagath issued the command that whoever killed the Hero would be the next Demon King, Phantom Demons had become extremely popular among Demon Beasts.
There was no helping it; Phantom Demons were the strongest in creating various illusions, disguises, and transformations.
Using a Phantom Demon’s disguise to infiltrate the human world, eliminate the Hero, and then escape with the Hero’s corpse was definitely the best choice.
It wasn’t that no one wanted to rely on the power of a Demon Beast army to directly trample human lands. That method had a higher success rate, but by the time you fought your way into the Imperial City of the Auville Empire, it would be too late; the Hero’s corpse would likely have already been presented to the Demon King by other Demon Beasts.
Precisely because of this, high-level Phantom Demons were currently in high demand and hard to find in the Demon Beast Territory.
Rockwell was not a child of the Demon King, nor was he one of the Demon King’s consorts.
He wasn’t a Demon General or an Abyss Heavenly King either; he was just a powerful Ogre.
As the chieftain of the Ogre tribe, he possessed the strongest combat power in the entire tribe, a level exceeding 80, coupled with a strong physique and fierce personality. He was somewhat famous among Demon Beasts.
Although he was often said to be not very bright.
His gaze swept over the Hero surrounded by a group of women outside. These women looked quite good, delicate and tender-skinned; they must taste very sweet.
Once I deliver the Hero’s corpse to His Majesty the Demon King and become the next Demon King, let’s see who still dares to say I’m not smart.
A few seconds after the Phantom Demon Mast left, Rockwell finally stood up. The shop owner quickly put on a broad smile, preparing to come over and collect payment.
But just then, Rockwell suddenly let out a roar from his throat, his large head slamming into the nearby glass with a bang.
With a series of cracking sounds (qili kacha), the thick, sturdy glass instantly shattered into pieces.
This scene made the shop owner’s heart bleed.
Oh, gods.
Life is impossible.
Finally opened for business once, haven’t even received a single Mana coin, and the glass is already broken. What sins have I committed?
Once entering a combat state, Rockwell immediately displayed a completely different side from his usual perceived intelligence. Roars like muffled thunder continuously erupted from his throat, his huge body rapidly expanding.
The shapeshifting disguise on his body tore apart.
In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a behemoth seven or eight meters tall. His skin was dark green, his body bloated. His bald head was covered in strange bumps. A thick stench emanated from him, as if he hadn’t bathed in decades. His hands had turned into sharp claws, and a huge spiked club had appeared in his palm at some unknown time.
His pair of crimson eyes stared fixedly at the Hero not far ahead, seeing nothing else.
Seeing such a powerful monster appear, the surrounding commoners were instantly terrified, scattering and fleeing amidst screams.
Even Qin Chu’s expression changed drastically, as if extremely frightened.
His body kept shrinking back. Several women quickly gathered around Qin Chu, staring with terrified eyes at the giant Ogre rapidly approaching.
This performance made Rockwell feel even more contemptuous.
This is the Hero?
Isn’t he just a coward?
How could he be as exaggerated as the legends say?
A character like this could kill the Second Prince? Impossible.
Qin Chu’s and the surrounding women’s reactions made the Ogre Rockwell feel even more strongly that the Hero was nothing special.
Thinking of the many experts among the Demon Beasts, although they all desired to compete for the Demon King’s throne, they hesitated due to fear of the Hero’s reputation. Now, this great opportunity was about to fall into his lap for free.
A triumphant, twisted, maniacal laugh appeared on his ugly face. His thick legs, like pillars, crossed rapidly.
His level and strength were there. Although his body was bloated, his speed was not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Qin Chu: “Hero, die…”
Accompanied by a beast-like roar, the spiked club in his hand swung directly into the air, whistling sharply as it smashed down towards Qin Chu’s head.
At this instant, countless pairs of eyes, both Demon Beast and human, were secretly watching the scene.
Everyone wanted to see just how strong the Hero, who had left behind numerous legends, truly was.
Just as the spiked club was about to shatter the Hero’s skull, a figure shot out with a whoosh, blocking in front of the Hero. With a flick of the long spear in her hand, she directly blocked the diagonally falling spiked club.
Clang!
A resonant sound exploded in mid-air.
Anthea’s body suddenly trembled, a flush rising on her fair cheeks. The next instant, her body seemed unable to withstand the terrifying force and was directly pushed back, her metal boots leaving two deep grooves on the ground.
“Ah, such powerful strength.”
A monotone voice came from Anthea’s cherry lips.
Acting weak really isn’t easy!
Resisting the urge to pierce this guy’s head into mush with one spear thrust is even harder.
