Chapter 474

Although he had almost completely turned into a complete madman before, Wordsworth now showed exceptional clarity. This was also the last clear moment of Wordsworth's life.

Speaking had become a very difficult thing for him. A simple sentence made this piece of meat rise and fall violently, as if it was gasping for breath.

The stench of corruption on his body became more and more intense.

After gasping for breath several times, Wordsworth's condition seemed to have recovered a little. His pupils seemed to be staring at the sky above his head: "The Sky Continent is already very bad..."

"Brother, you are so smart, you must be able to see that this world is full of malice towards you, right?"

Qin Chu squatted quietly beside him and did not answer.

But Wordsworth already knew the answer: "Anyway, I am also the emperor of the empire... Although I am not a competent guy..."

"I will not make any excessive demands on you. If you want to be the emperor, go ahead."

"Just, if possible, please don't hurt Carol..."

This was Wordsworth's last request.

He is very smart.

Knowing that now in the entire Sky Continent, no one can stop Qin Chu.

Qin Chu, who is a brave man and the Pope of the Earth Mother Church and the Holy See, wants to be the emperor, and no one can stop him... Not to mention that there are two staunch supporters, the Kingdom of Exeter and the Principality of Ice.

Maybe some people will have opinions, such as those stupid nobles.

For example, his stupid but ambitious sons.

Although he sent them to the front line against monsters, or arranged them to remote towns in remote areas, once they knew that the emperor was dead and the throne was vacant, these sons would probably rush into the imperial city and fight for the throne.

And these people could not form an obstacle in front of Qin Chu. Qin Chu could crush them all with just a move.

The most important thing is that Qin Chu has shown enough ruthlessness. Even if these sons did not compete for the throne, it would be inevitable for Qin Chu to clean up the descendants left by the previous emperor once he came to power. This is the rule, and no one will leave a threat to himself.

Only Carol is an exception.

Wordsworth could see that this brave man was very good to his daughter who was a little crazy and had no elegant and noble manners of a princess.

If he begged hard at this time, perhaps he could leave a bloodline.

"Brother..."

Qin Chu sighed: "That girl, I also like her very much. I promise not to hurt her, nor will I let anyone hurt her."

"I swear in the name of the Goddess of Holy Light, in the name of the brave man, and in the name of Qin Chu!"

The voice was not loud, but Wordsworth was quite satisfied. There was actually a relieved smile on the rotten face.

He knew that although Qin Chu was cruel, he would definitely do what he promised.

Wordsworth was very satisfied with such an ending. As for other things, he really didn't have much energy to interfere.

Too tired.

Looking back on his life, from childhood to adulthood, even in the stage of babbling, when other children were still playing, he had to learn all kinds of things, learn fighting, learn magic, and learn how to manage a country.

After he became an adult, he took over the empire and became the top one among all humans, enjoying the envy and worship of countless people, but in fact, there were intrigues everywhere.

He was deceitful with those ambitious sons, intrigued with those nobles, and had dirty dealings with the Pope.

He also had to worry about the war against monsters and whether the power in his hands would be taken away.

He had almost never had a comfortable day in his life, and never had a good sleep.

Even a body made of iron would get tired.

This time, he finally had the opportunity to take a good rest and have a good sleep.

If he fell asleep, he would not be tired.

As for what this world would become in the future, it had nothing to do with him.

"The palace, my bedroom..." Wordsworth widened his eyes.

He was obviously using his will to force himself to express everything.

"Below the bedroom, there is a huge...arm...don't touch it casually, don't."

"Next to the arm, there is...the fighting spirit passed down from generation to generation in the royal family, and...the three punches of collapse."

"All...leave it to me, brother."

This was Wordsworth's last request.

Although Qin Chu had promised that he would take good care of Carol and would not let anyone hurt her, Wordsworth still wanted to leave a little bit of protection, although he could no longer think about how effective this protection would be.

I hope Qin Chu will keep his promise for the sake of what he left for him.

After saying this, Wordsworth's eyes moved away from Qin Chu and stared at the sky above his head again. The scorching sun shone on Wordsworth's body.

The coldness on his body seemed to have dissipated.

It seemed that Wordsworth really felt that warmth.

The smile on the rotten face became more and more intense and brilliant.

Until the end, the smile gradually solidified.

The expression on his face was completely fixed on this rotten smile, and the last light in his pupils completely dissipated.

His body gradually turned into a pool of thick water, seeping into the cold ground beneath him.

The story of a generation of heroes in the Sky Continent ended here!

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Chapter 548 The Goddess of Holy Light is in Danger (12,000)

Wordsworth fell.

This hero who wanted to swallow up the Holy Church, the Mother Earth Church, sweep away other countries in the Sky Continent, and become the master of the entire world, fell in the glacier, turned into thick water, and seeped into the ground.

And the last thought of this hero before he died was not the reluctance to fail to achieve his goal, but the desire to save his daughter.

Some people say that Wordsworth is arrogant, rude, and has no royal style.

Some people say that Wordsworth is irritable, cruel, like a mad dog.

Some people say that Wordsworth is stupid, incompetent, like an idiot.

But who knows what the real Wordsworth looks like?

However, all this doesn't matter to Wordsworth. At the last moment of his life, the only thing Wordsworth cares about is his daughter... That daughter, in some ways, may be the child who looks most like Wordsworth, right?

Qin Chu can see the worry in Wordsworth's heart, and the oath he made to Wordsworth is not false.

Carol is not Qin Chu's enemy, and Qin Chu will not hurt Carol.

Rather, as a member of the current brave team, he may not be a very close partner, but at least he can definitely be called an acquaintance, just for this reason Qin Chu will protect Carol.

As for the throne of the emperor of the empire, Qin Chu has no interest.

Qin Chu doesn't care what the empire and the Sky Continent will look like in the future.

Standing up and watching the thick water gradually disappearing on the ground, Qin Chu's body is motionless like an old monk in meditation.

I don't know how long it has been. Qin Chu finally sighed leisurely, waved his hand, and a large piece of frozen soil floated up from other places. A tomb was built where Wordsworth died.

It can be regarded as a rest in peace.

No longer thinking about these, Qin Chu turned and walked back to the side of the evil god's remains.

The process of devouring the evil god's remains was interrupted before, and now there is still a small half of the evil god's remains.

When the strength grows, the ability, power, and power of all aspects are greatly increased.

The efficiency of the dismemberment of the evil god's remains by the decomposition divinity and the devouring of the gluttony divinity is greatly increased.

The extreme absorption is also rapidly digesting these forces, consolidating Qin Chu's strength and realm, and the excess energy is absorbed by the mother goddess of the earth, Ounibena.

The leaves of the sapling, which were originally withered and yellow, are gradually turning green again.

...

On the other side, on the ice field.

A tall, graceful and beautiful girl is walking slowly on the broken ice.

She seemed to be covered by a thin layer of fog.

The shadows were hazy and dreamlike. It was hard to see how beautiful her face was. All I could see was her beautiful body and her long golden hair that fluttered behind her like clouds in the storm.

Just by peeping at her figure in the haze, I could truly feel the kind of heart-pounding beauty.

It had nothing to do with her appearance, and I couldn't see her appearance.

It was a mysterious beauty, a beauty that made people want to peek and understand.

The same golden eyes stared at the wreckage around them. The originally beautiful ice field had become tattered at this moment.

The little hand stretched out gently, as if wanting to touch the sky above her head and feel something. The golden pupils seemed to be able to penetrate the cover of the clouds and peek into the mystery and splendor of the deepest void.

In the intermittent appearance, it seemed that a gloomy and depressed temperament could be felt on the girl.

This was normal.

No matter who it was, after thousands or tens of thousands of years, peeping at the coming of disasters again and again, the mood would probably not be too happy.

No matter who it is, when carrying such a terrible burden on their shoulders, they can't relax.

Just as she said.

Destiny is mysterious and treacherous.

No one can really control destiny.

She can't, the fate weaver can't, and even the once most powerful evil god can't.

What they can peek into is just a hazy picture with countless futures overlapping.

Time is mysterious, and the future extended by time is even more complicated and terrifying.

The time now is like a point, from which countless silk threads extend, each silk thread represents a future, and these silk threads will breed more lines leading to the future while extending to the next point.

These points are more numerous than the sand in the desert.

These lines are more complicated than the stars in the sky.

As the goddess of fate, she can only try her best to separate the tangled silk threads and find the most promising one.

All she can find is an opportunity.

All she can do is to make this opportunity a little bigger and bigger.

As for whether the path I chose can really bring hope to the Sky Continent, to be honest, I don’t know.

No one can know what the future will look like.

But at least, this is a victory.

The Lord of Joy is dead.

The female half of the Lord of Pleasure has also been devoured by me.

That guy might think of me as a shameless person who plunders the fruits of victory and steals heads? It doesn't matter, Moile doesn't care.

Under the prying eyes of the Seven Ugly Voids, she has been planning for thousands of years. She almost squeezed her spirit and used it to the point that her mental power was on the verge of exhaustion to increase the chance of killing the Lord of Pleasure. Moile feels that she has made an indelible contribution, and even getting a small reward is completely acceptable.

After all, this is the first time she has received a reward in a long time.

Moile seemed to hum slightly, and I don't know if she was laughing.

What's more, the Lord of Pleasure is a real god after all.

It is not an easy thing to swallow the Lord of Pleasure. If I hadn't taken one half, Qin Chu would never be able to swallow both halves together with his strength, and one half would definitely escape.

If the Lord of Pleasure cannot be completely wiped out, the consequences will be unimaginably serious.

In fact, no matter who it is, Moile, as the goddess of fate, can glimpse the fate of the other party in the blur.

Only Qin Chu is an exception... His future is as vague as a fog.

After confirming this, Moile already knew that Qin Chu must be an extraordinary existence, and chose to pin the fate of the Sky Continent on Qin Chu.

And Qin Chu's performance did not disappoint her.