Chapter 243

The closer he got, the more pressure he had.

Finally, he got closer.

He stretched out his right hand greedily, his fingers trembling constantly.

Crack, crack...

Because he couldn't bear the impact from the right hand of God, Wordsworth's finger bones broke with crisp sounds.

However, Wordsworth showed amazing willpower. He seemed to be unaware of the pain in his body. He just stretched his arms desperately, and his throat was roaring like a beast.

Finally... he touched it.

He grabbed a slender hair as thick as a finger, and then used all his strength.

With a bang, the hair was pulled off.

Then, Wordsworth began to retreat.

He didn't expect to study the entire right hand of God. Even if it was just a hair, the power and knowledge contained in it might be enough for him to digest for a lifetime.

After leaving a certain distance, Wordsworth reopened the ban.

The pressure that was coming at him was instantly reduced.

At this point, Wordsworth could no longer hold on, and his mouth opened and a large pool of blood was sprayed in front of him.

His whole body seemed to be completely exhausted, and he lay on the ground breathing greedily.

Wordsworth then realized that his body was soaked with blood.

Almost all the blood vessels in his body burst under the pressure just now, and almost all the bones were broken.

Is this the power of God? Even in front of a broken arm, the existence of human beings is still as small as an ant.

However, Wordsworth's eyes were filled with strong excitement. He looked down at the hair tightly held in his palm, with a crazy smile on his face.

As long as... as long as he can absorb the power in this hair... he will become the eternal master of the Sky Continent.

...

On the other side!

The old church of the Earth Mother Goddess.

The hair of the goddess restrained the evil baby.

The sapling turned into a towering tree, absorbing the evil baby as nutrients.

The energy in the evil baby was too abundant, and it seemed that it would take some time for the sapling to completely digest it.

Qin Chu slowly walked towards Mavis, who was still lying on the ground and squirming.

This so-called mother of gods could hardly see her original appearance, and her whole body was charred.

But she was still slowly squirming her body and crawling towards the location of the evil baby.

"Give up."

Looking at Mavis's appearance, Qin Chu frowned slightly, sighed, and said.

Mavis's body trembled slightly, staring at Qin Chu with empty eyes, opened her mouth, and made a hoarse and dry sound, like metal rubbing: "You have killed Lance... Now you want to kill another child of mine."

"Why?"

"I just want a child and a family."

"Why do you want to deprive me of even this hope?"

Mavis was miserable.

This is the fate of a royal woman of the Principality of Ice.

For thousands of years, once chosen by the empire, she can only marry a man she doesn't know and live in a foreign country for the rest of her life.

If she can meet a husband who treats her well, she may be lucky.

But unfortunately, every emperor of the Orwell Empire is wary of the queens from the Principality of Ice. They will give them a high status and generous treatment.

But they will never invest any emotions.

Even the queen's social life will be strictly restricted, and the queen is not allowed to expand her influence.

Once the eldest prince is born, he will never touch this beautiful queen again, and the queen is not allowed to have other heirs.

There is only one ending for these women, that is, to live alone like a widow.

For the emperor of the empire, the women from the Principality of Ice are just tools for giving birth to powerful offspring, nothing more.

Mavis's voice is shrill, full of sadness and pain.

Qin Chu just stared at Mavis silently for a long time, and he slowly said:

"You are miserable, but what does it have to do with me?"

What a cold and ruthless person.

"That's not your reason to hurt Angelica."

"Besides, you've found the wrong person to hate. I've never provoked the eldest prince."

"The duel was proposed by the eldest prince himself."

"I didn't force him to be infected with the power of the evil god."

"Even the execution of the eldest prince was not done by me, but by Wordsworth, so you have no reason to hate me."

"Wordsworth was the one who executed the eldest prince, but don't you really know who led the eldest prince to his death? It was the father of your second child. He corrupted the eldest prince and turned your son into an irrational monster."

Mavis wanted to cry, but couldn't.

Because of loneliness and pain, she was immersed in desire and believed devoutly in the gods in the void, thinking that the great existence would bring her salvation.

But now the hero told himself that it was the great existence that killed his eldest son?

What was the purpose of her indulgence and depravity over the years? Faith is collapsing.

"I promised Antasia that I would give you a decent death." Qin Chu continued.

"Antasia?"

Mavis pondered the name for a long time, and she seemed to smile: "When she was little, I held her in my arms..."

"It seems that Antasia has better luck than me."

Qin Chu shook his head slightly: "No, she is not luckier than you, but she is stronger than you."

"Is that so..."

Mavis suddenly sighed, her empty eyes looked at the location of the evil baby, and after a long time, she closed her eyes.

Qin Chu knew that the time had come.

"The last question, who is the president of the Witch Association?"

"I don't know!"

Without further questioning, he cut off Mavis's neck and then covered the body with silver flames.

Turning to ashes may be the most decent death for Mavis. At least her body does not need to be criticized by Wordsworth, and others do not need to see the miserable death of the once elegant and noble queen.

The holy fire burned all the filth.

It took away the sad life of this poor woman.

On the other side, the evil baby had also reached the end, and the sound of wailing stopped abruptly.

The goddess's hair was retracted again, and the towering tree turned into a sapling.

There was another leaf, but this leaf was a strange purple-red color, revealing some ominousness.

It might take a long time for the sapling to completely purify the evil it absorbed this time.

The movement here also attracted the attention of everyone in the imperial city.

At the door of the Earth Mother Church, Saint Monica stared at the distance with a cold gaze, her face was particularly solemn!

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Saint Monica’s eyes were deep.

Her graceful body bathed in the moonlight looked more elegant and noble.

She stood facing the wind, even if she didn’t move and let the night wind blow her skirt, she had a submissive temperament.

Only her eyes were clear and bright like gems, without the gentleness of the past. No one knew what this high priest was thinking at this moment.

With the withdrawal of the previous generation of the bishop, the resignation of the saint, and the death of the son, Saint Monica used not-so-tough but absolutely effective means to clear the remaining influence of Florence in the church. Those clergymen who were originally loyal to Florence were either eliminated or chose to surrender.

In today's Mother Earth Church, Saint Monica has a position that no one can shake.

"Your Majesty, it's late, you should rest." A nun appeared behind Saint Monica and reminded her softly.

"The imperial city is in chaos now, but someone is already dealing with it, so you don't need to worry about it."

Saint Monica's eyelids drooped, she did not answer, and after a brief silence, she just quietly returned to her bedroom.

What happened outside had nothing to do with her, as long as she was not affected.

On the other side, the Holy See.

Augustus was also looking at the distance.

He did not go to that place, but he could feel the extremely powerful power coming from there.

The old face frowned tightly, and I don't know what he was thinking about.

...

Today is destined to be a sleepless night.

A large number of thugs were rampaging in the imperial city.

They were like a group of lunatics, completely ignoring the pleas of those people, just waving their butcher knives again and again, taking away one life after another.

These thugs were rampant mainly in the noble district. Only those who attacked the noble district could attract the attention of the empire and the church. No one cared about murder and arson in the civilian district.

The entire imperial city was full of blood and corpses.

Countless nobles lost their former dignity and fled in a messy manner, fearing that if they ran a little slower, a knife from behind would cut off their heads.

However, no matter how violent these people were, there was still a gap in numbers.

The power of the Imperial Guards, the Holy Knights, and the Earth Knights was not something these thugs could deal with.

By late at night, these thugs who were rioting in the noble district had basically been cleared out.

Of course, there were also people who were not affected by the outside noise at all.

For example... Rossweisse.

Rossweisse thought she was the core of the former brave team.

Although she didn't need to run around on the front line, she couldn't do nothing. If she couldn't produce any results, other members wouldn't obey her.

Now there were two problems facing Rossweisse.

One was the conflict between Sylph and Irene and Ellie.

She could only mediate this matter by herself, but it was not a simple matter. She had to give Sylph some time to digest it. Trying to mediate now would only cause Sylph's dissatisfaction and rebelliousness.

The second one was the mysterious Horus who had leaked the news of the Brave Squad many times.

As long as this guy could be caught, the disadvantage of the former Brave Squad during this period of time might be reversed instantly.

In order to investigate Horus, Rossweisse arranged all the people she could mobilize, and even investigated in the library herself.

But no matter how many people she arranged to go out to find information, no matter how many books Rossweisse flipped through, she couldn't find any records about Horus, which made Rossweisse a little discouraged.

If only the Sylphs told her the name of Horus, Rossweisse would even suspect that Sylphs was deceiving her, but the sisters Irene and Ellie also confirmed this, so it was definitely not a lie.

Who is this damn Horus?

Rossweisse scratched her hair tiredly. Her image had become a little bad, her hair was messy, and her face was also a little haggard.