Chapter 242
He wanted to escape!
He escaped.
Right in front of Qin Chu, this strange evil infant, without any special movements, turned into a thick shadow with a whoosh, and flew towards the back at an incredibly fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, it was about to be submerged in the darkness.
Once this thing escapes, as long as it is given enough time, this guy has enough capital to become the most powerful existence in the Sky Continent.
The goddess's hair swayed slightly in the air.
The hair quickly began to split, one into ten, ten into a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...
The hair began to grow longer.
For a moment, the air was covered with a layer of silver ocean.
It flew directly through the air like the Milky Way, and the silver-white light dispelled the darkness under the night.
The evil infant fled very fast, and the goddess's hair chased it even faster.
Qin Chu could feel that his arm was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye... This abominable goddess's hair actually used his own blood as energy.
Is that really the Holy Light Goddess? Are you sure it's not some female evil god?
Qin Chu couldn't help but complain in his heart. It was as if a pump was installed in his body. The blood was flowing out at a very fast speed. Qin Chu felt a little dizzy.
But Shengyu's power could replenish the blood that was drawn out of his body in time, so he wouldn't die from excessive blood loss for a while.
Qin Chu's eyes were fixed on the distance.
The evil baby seemed to feel the energy approaching from behind him. He increased his speed again, but the goddess' hair had already completely covered that area like a net.
The next moment, thin white silk threads were directly wrapped around the evil baby.
The goddess's hair touched the blasphemous mucus on the evil baby's body, and it actually made a sound like corrosion, and a large piece of white smoke rose in the air.
It seemed that the evil baby felt the pain, and it cried continuously. He squirmed his limbs and struggled, and some of his hair was broken.
At this moment, Qin Chu suddenly felt another violent fluctuation in his body, and there was a sense of emptiness between his chest and abdomen.
A green bud actually broke out of her body.
It was the sapling that had been nestling in her body to steal experience...
This was the first time she had left her body.
The sapling flew over the Evil Infant with a whoosh, and its three young leaves swayed rapidly in the waves.
In Qin Chu's astonished eyes, the sapling's size expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it had turned into a towering tree.
The dense roots quickly spread downwards, directly outside the goddess's hair, completely wrapping the Evil Infant, like a huge cocoon, and some roots even took root directly in the Evil Infant's body.
This time, the Evil Infant was densely wrapped up and down like a dumpling, and no longer had any strength to struggle.
Then, the sapling turned into a towering tree, and the trunk suddenly shrank, which felt like a girl taking a deep breath...
Immediately, waves of energy began to flow into the sapling along the dense roots.
This greedy little thing was devouring the Evil Infant's energy.
Qin Chu's lips moved slightly. He wanted to complain about the little tree: Don't eat everything, or you'll get an upset stomach.
Even Qin Chu didn't dare to use the Devourer to devour the energy of the Goddess Mavis and the Evil Infant, fearing that the evil will contained in it would erode his soul and will.
But he didn't expect that the little tree would be so indiscriminate and completely treat the Evil Infant as a tonic.
Gurgle... Gurgle...
It seemed that this strange sound could still be heard faintly.
There seemed to be the wailing of the Evil Infant in the middle.
...
On the other side!
On the hilltop not far from the old church of the Earth Mother Goddess, a figure stood in the wind.
The face with a full beard was facing the direction of the towering tree.
The bloodshot eyes were solemn, and no one could see what this man was thinking.
This is Wordsworth.
The emperor of the Orwell Empire.
Although Nicholas's message magic was forcibly interrupted by Mavis, at least Wadsworth heard a few words: the old Earth Mother Goddess...
These few words were enough for Wadsworth to determine the location of Mavis.
But Wadsworth didn't expect that when he came here, the hero had already arrived in advance.
Wadsworth, who wanted to rush over and fight side by side with the hero, stopped.
He wanted to see the true strength of this hero.
The result of the battle made Wadsworth dumbfounded. Mavis's strength must have reached or even exceeded level ninety...This made Wadsworth a little regretful. If he treated Mavis better, would this woman be devoted to him and loyal?
In that case, the empire would have two masters above level ninety, and would have an absolutely powerful and transcendent position in the entire Sky Continent.
Neither the Holy See nor the Earth Mother Goddess would pose a threat to the empire.
Unfortunately, it is too late to think about these things now.
What is more important now is the hero.
Although he had four helpers, the fact that Qin Chu was able to suppress Mavis was still enough to prove that this brave man was stronger than imagined, and he had made obvious progress compared to the duel with the eldest prince.
Especially, who is that strange woman with chains wrapped around her body? I have never seen her before.
Also, what is the power of that silver river-like light?
What is the big tree that suddenly appeared?
This brave man showed too many mysteries, which made Wordsworth more vigilant about Qin Chu.
This man is likely to become his biggest obstacle.
For a moment, Wordsworth's eyes even revealed a hint of murderous intent...
Mavis, it's over.
After confirming the result, Wordsworth turned around and left silently, returning to the bedroom.
With a wave of his hand, the flat floor of the bedroom suddenly cracked from the middle, revealing a black hole leading to the underground.
Inside, the most terrible secret of the imperial family is hidden!
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Chapter 288 A Hair on the Right Hand of God (3)
The passage leading to the underground secret room was filled with numerous restrictions, at least hundreds of them.
Each restriction and trap was deadly enough.
Even if Wordsworth wanted to pass through this passage, he had to be very careful.
After an unknown amount of time, Wordsworth finally reached the deepest part of the underground. It was an extremely wide area, like a huge plain, running through the entire palace, or even the imperial city.
There were so many people living in the imperial city of the Orwell Empire. Who could have guessed that the ground beneath their feet was actually empty?
In the underground space, there was a huge translucent light shield.
That was the last restriction. This restriction had no killing power. It was purely to isolate the breath emanating from the giant creature inside the restriction.
If it weren't for the blockade of the restriction, the breath emitted by this thing alone would be enough to turn into a storm and turn the entire imperial city into powder.
This was not the first time Wordsworth had seen this thing, but even so, he could still feel the pressure coming at him.
Plop... Plop...
He could even feel his heart beating violently in his chest because of fear and shock.
It was a huge arm... the right hand!
It is said that this is the remains of a god.
Wordsworth's body was tall and strong, but in front of this behemoth, it was not even as big as the opponent's fingernail. You can imagine how exaggerated this right arm is.
A thousand years ago, this right arm suddenly fell in the imperial city of the Orwell Empire and smashed through the earth.
A large area of buildings in the imperial city was destroyed, and countless nobles and civilians were killed and injured. It is said that the destructive power was no less than that of a meteorite falling.
The ancestors of the Abelsheen family blocked the place where the arm fell and built the current palace on the surface.
And all the people who knew about it were killed, making this arm a secret that only the Abelsheen family knew.
They could feel the endless energy in this arm. If they could master the energy in the arm, they would be invincible in the world.
Not to mention the Sky Continent.
Even if they became gods in the sky, there might be hope.
This secret was passed down from generation to generation, and only the emperor of the empire was qualified to know it.
In the next thousand years, the Orwell Empire experienced dozens of emperors, almost all of whom were brilliant and outstanding. Whether in terms of their own talents or strength, they were the best in the Sky Continent.
In order to absorb and use the power in this arm, they conducted countless studies on this arm.
But the final result was sad.
More than ten emperors lost control of their consciousness and went crazy while trying to absorb the power in the arm.
Three emperors died because they could not withstand the surging energy.
There were even two unlucky guys who died in the trap leading to this arm...
After becoming the emperor, Wordsworth began to study the various research results left by his ancestors.
He was not prepared to touch the arm so quickly. He could feel the tsunami-like pressure from the arm through the restriction... But now Wordsworth couldn't help it.
The hero showed an absolutely powerful strength and an exaggerated and desperate progress speed.
There were too many secrets hidden in this hero. Wordsworth could feel that after all the monsters were destroyed, this hero would become his biggest enemy.
By that time, his strength in front of the hero would be even worse than an ant.
He wanted to make himself stronger.
After taking a deep breath, Wordsworth suppressed his violently beating heart and waved his hand to disperse the restriction in front of him.
Buzz...
A strong pressure came over him.
Wordsworth's legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground.
His strength could be said to be at the top of human beings, but at this moment, even Wordsworth could not withstand such pressure, and he was far behind the Demon King Nag in the Demon King's Palace.
His face was full of pain, and the surging breath pierced Wordsworth's eyes like steel needles, and drops of blood kept rolling down from the corners of his eyes.
In the haze, he seemed to see that the arm seemed to be alive.
Even after thousands of years, this arm still showed no sign of rotting.
The hairs on the arm were still fluttering.
It seemed that this arm could break through the layers of restrictions at any time, soaring into the sky, and bringing destruction to the Sky Continent.
He half-prone, roared, clenched his fists, and supported his body.
He tried his best to get up from the ground, but the heavy pressure pressed on Wordsworth's back, making him unable to move at all. His head even lowered lower and lower, almost touching the cold stone slab.
Crack...
Under the invisible pressure, the floor below his knees cracked.
He didn't want to succumb to this pressure and still wanted to raise his head proudly.
He even tried very hard to move his knees, getting closer to the right hand of God little by little.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
Every time his fist and knee touched the ground, they made a dull sound.