Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 653 - 475: The 8th Evil God, Strongest Evil God (Fever subsided a bit, can only do one update.)_2

Chapter 653: Chapter 475: The 8th Evil God, Strongest Evil God (Fever subsided a bit, can only do one update.)_2

Qin Chu shook his head slightly, "No need."

He already knew that the enhancement of Death Divinity was related to himself, as well as the number and strength of the creatures killed under his command.

So, in Qin Chu’s eyes, Demon King Nage’s order that whoever could kill him would be the next Demon King... wasn’t dangerous at all, it was practically a huge experience gift pack from Demon King Nage.

If he let Antia make a move and wipe out all the lurking demons nearby in one fell swoop, causing the remaining demons to be too scared to come after him, wouldn’t that be like watching an experience pack sprout wings and fly away?

This was also why Qin Chu arranged for Great and Small Shaye to return to the palace in advance through another direction.

After all, the presence of Dark Witch Shaye Nicholas was too conspicuous.

If these monster slayers noticed the existence of the Dark Witch, how many would dare to come and deliver themselves to death?

The Abyss Four Heavenly Kings, the Seventeen Demon Generals, plus a large group of Demon King Nage’s Princesses, Princes, Princesses...

In Qin Chu’s eyes, this had already become a huge pile of rich experience; with Qin Chu’s greed, he would never let these go. Therefore, he not only wanted the assassination to proceed but also to make it as intense as possible, hoping to harvest them all in one go.

Qin Chu whispered something into Antia’s ear, the warmth of his breath causing a slight blush to arise on Antia’s pretty face.

In the pastry shop next door, a burly man was sitting by the window, across from him a somewhat gaunt figure.

The man obviously had no appreciation for the taste of delicious pastries; his mouth was very big, he tilted his head back and poured a triangle-shaped cake from the plate straight into his mouth, his throat moved and he swallowed it in one gulp.

Such a way of eating made the shop owner shake his head slightly, feeling that selling his cake to this guy was a desecration... But with the current situation, there was no other choice for business, or else he would have driven him out on a normal day.

Compared to him, the gaunt figure opposite had an even weirder way of eating cake; he didn’t use any utensils like a knife and fork but instead brought the cake directly to his lips, which moved in a strange way as he ate.

Rather than eating the cake, it was more like he was crushing it into a liquid-like substance and then slowly sucking it up.

In short, they were two quite weird fellows, and if their appearances had not looked completely normal, the shop owner might have even suspected they were demons.

The noisy commotion outside also reached the ears of the two men.

The lean and short man stole a glance outside and then took out a Magic Image from his bosom, compared it for a moment, and then handed the Magic Image to the burly man opposite him:

"Lord Rockwell, that should be the man!"

The man named Rockwell took the Magic Image; it showed a figure not very clear, but it still bore a nine-tenths resemblance to the man walking outside on the street, almost certainly the same person.

That was the Hero.

"Excellent, thank you for your help, Mast!"

"Once I take the throne of the Demon King, your reward will not be small."

The man named Mast showed an exaggerated smile on his face, "Thank you, Lord Rockwell."

"My task is complete!"

"May I leave first? As you know, I am just an Illusion Demon, and fighting really isn’t my strong suit."

"Of course, you may go," the man named Rockwell said with a cold sneer. Mast, the Illusion Demon’s usefulness was over; he wouldn’t need to appear in the upcoming battle.

Yes, they were demons.

Ever since Demon King Nage decreed that whoever killed the Hero would be the next Demon King, the popularity of Illusion Demons had surged among their kind.

It couldn’t be helped; Illusion Demons were the strongest at creating illusions, disguises, and Transformations.

Utilizing an Illusion Demon’s disguise to infiltrate the human world, eliminate the Hero, and then escape with the Hero’s body was definitely the best choice.

It’s not that nobody thought about relying on the might of the demon hordes to trample the human lands; that approach might have a higher success rate, but once you break into the Oville Empire Imperial City, it’s already too late—the Hero’s body would probably have been presented to the Demon King by other demons.

This is why High-Level Illusion Demons are now hard to come by in the Demon Territory.

Rockwell was neither a progeny of the Demon King nor one of his Princesses.

He was neither a Demon General nor an Abyss Sky King; he was merely a powerful Ogre.

As the Clan Leader of the Ogres, he possessed the strongest combat power of the whole clan, with a Level over eighty, coupled with a strong physique and fierce temperament, he had a bit of fame among the demons.

Although it was often said that he wasn’t very bright.

His gaze swept over the Hero, surrounded by a group of women who looked quite nice, with soft and delicate skin—their taste must be very sweet.

Once he would present the Hero’s corpse to the Demon King, becoming the next Demon King himself, let’s see who would dare say he had a screw loose again.

Just after the Illusion Demon Mast had left, a few seconds later, Rockwell finally stood up. The tavern owner hurried over with a smile plastered on his face, ready to collect the money.

But at that very moment, a roar suddenly erupted from Rockwell’s throat, and his massive head slammed into the glass beside him with a bang.

A crackling sound followed, and the thick, sturdy glass shattered into fragments instantly.

This scene made the tavern owner’s heart bleed.

Oh God.

No more good days ahead.

Having barely opened for business and not even collected a single mana, the glass was already broken—what bad karma had he wrought?

Once Rockwell entered into combat mode, he displayed a completely different side, utterly unlike his simple-mindedness. His throat kept emitting roars like muffled thunder, and his enormous body rapidly swelled.

The disguise of his Transformation tore apart.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a massive beast seven to eight meters tall, with bulging, dark green skin; a bald head covered in weird protrusions; and a body emanating a strong stench, as if he hadn’t bathed in decades. His hands were now sharp claws, and a gigantic Wolf Fang Club appeared in his palm at some point.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared steadfastly only at the Hero not far ahead, with nothing else in sight.

As such a powerful monster appeared, the civilians around immediately got a huge scare, running away in panic and screaming.

Even Qin Chu’s complexion turned pale as if he was extremely frightened.

His body kept shrinking back, and several women quickly clustered around Qin Chu, gazing with horror at the approaching giant Ogre.

This behavior only filled Rockwell with disdain.

Is this the Hero?

Nothing but a coward, right?

Where’s the exaggeration from the legends?

How could such a character kill the Second Prince? Impossible.

Qin Chu and the reactions of the many women around only made the Cannibal Giant Rockwell even more convinced that the Hero was nothing special.

Thinking of the many experts among the monsters, even though they all covet the position of Demon King, they hesitated because of the Hero’s reputation. Now, this great opportunity was about to fall into his own hands for nothing.

A twisted and smug grin spread across his ugly face, as his thick legs, thick as pillars, crossed rapidly.

With his Level and strength laid bare, his speed was not at all hindered by his cumbersome size, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Qin Chu, "Hero, die..."

Accompanied by a barbaric roar, he swung the Wolf Fang Club in the air, with a sharp whoosh aiming a vicious strike at Qin Chu’s head.

In that instant, countless eyes were spying on the scene from all around.

There were monsters, and there were humans.

All wanting to see just how strong the legendary Hero, full of numerous tales, really was.

Just as the Wolf Fang Club was about to crush the Hero’s skull, a figure swiftly interposed itself in front of the Hero, shaking the Long Spear in hand, directly blocking the descending club.

Clang!

The resounding sound exploded in mid-air.

Antia’s body suddenly shook, her pale cheeks flushed with a pink hue, and the next moment, she seemed to be unable to withstand the terrifying force and was pushed back, her metal boots leaving two deep indentations in the ground.

"Ah, such tremendous strength."

The sound of panting came from Antia’s cherry lips.

Feigning weakness, truly not an easy task!

To suppress the urge to pierce this fool’s head into a pulp with a single thrust of her spear was even more difficult.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺