Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 274 This is also magic

For thousands of years, Charman has believed that depriving the people of the Golden Kingdom of their thoughts is the cruelest thing the King of Gold can do to his people. He has objectified a masked man into a tool of production, and eternal life is merely a means to prolong the shelf life of the tool.

But now, Charman has changed his mind.

Perhaps the King of Gold had deeper considerations when establishing mental links, and only today does Charman realize just how serious the consequences can be when uncontrolled individuals appear in those links.

Am I the only one who thinks Charman's head is pointy?

Again!
Charman thought his heart had become numb over the past thousand years, but now it felt like a thousand wild horses were galloping through his mind. He still couldn't figure out who was using the golden mask to spread these garbage messages that could ignite people's primal anger.

He also observed the changes taking place in the Golden Country.

This nation, devoid of independent thought and emotion, is collapsing at a visible pace. Cracks are appearing on the once serene golden mask, and anger is eroding the hearts of its citizens, growing ever stronger.

Charman heard the voices of countless residents of the Golden Country, who were expressing the same demand with anger.

—Who the hell copied this history?

He must be dragged out and burned at the stake ten times over; that would not be enough to quell public anger.

At first, no one was willing to pay attention to him, but the historian was clearly prepared. Not long ago, he used his ultimate move - political commentary. When he used the golden mask to talk about the politics of the Empire, Ophira and the Golden Kingdom, and even spread a lot of false information that could be seen through at a glance, someone finally couldn't help but scold him.

The verbal battle escalated, and eventually even some members of the Council of Six joined the fray.

However, Charman had never seen such a despicable person. That big shot, Shi Da Wang, calmly labeled everyone who corrected or refuted him as a "filial son." The camp was quickly divided into several groups: there were rational and objective people who tried to reason with him and correct these wrong ideas, and there were also trolls who cursed and swore. But what was worse was that the strong emotional fluctuations caused some people who had just been purified by radiation to regain some of their consciousness.

When this group of sarcastic and unsavory individuals joined the fray, everything spiraled out of control.

Charman also noticed that the rioter, the Great King of the Beasts, gradually disappeared after everyone started arguing, as if that was his original purpose.

The military production line in Oak City has been shut down.

The inaction of the Council of Six was too much for the residents of the Golden Kingdom to bear. They took up hammers, sticks and other tools and went out into the streets to search for suspects who resembled King Shi. Their emotions became uncontrollable, like a powder keg ready to explode, and accidental injuries occurred all over Oak City.

As the conflict escalated, people stopped caring who had actually moved the history; it no longer mattered. They came to a new conclusion: anyone who opposes me is a history-moving king, and they all deserve to die!
Charman remained on the second floor of the city hall, witnessing the chaotic situation in Oak City. What was happening before his eyes horrified him.

He had imagined countless scenarios of a decisive battle with the Empire, one day the two sides would fight to the death on the border of the Empire, with limbs and broken bodies everywhere, and once prosperous towns reduced to ruins. However, the opponent was a thousand times more troublesome than he had imagined. He had plunged Oak City into chaos with almost nothing but his words.

The link has been completely compromised; the audio inside is utterly offensive.

"Charman!"

The six members of the council in the capital city of Sivarandin could no longer contain themselves and screamed at him, "Who the hell did you bring in?"

Even their questions were laced with profanity due to the negative atmosphere.

The unrest escalated when those venting their anger and negativity in the links realized the council of six had no idea who was speaking.

"I must find him!"

An angry voice came from the link. Crowley, the executive officer of the Gold King, could no longer maintain his usual cold image. His voice, filled with gritted teeth, seemed to want to tear that King of the Hill to pieces.

But they couldn't even be sure if the man who moved the Great King was actually in Oak City.

Why were you singled out?

The response made Charman's vision go black.

Because of the nature of the link, King Banshi could also hear their conversation. He found it hard to imagine what kind of annoying face was behind the golden mask, the one who was saying these words. Even he, who had once advocated benevolent governance and discouraged the easy execution of the death penalty, wanted to hang the other party in public.

His provocation continued, "You won't let me tell the truth?"

Crowley didn't answer again, but Charman heard the door slam downstairs.

"who are you?"

Charman questioned him.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm Charman."

This answer shattered Charman's last shred of reason. He slammed his fist on the table, stood up abruptly, and followed Crowley.

They must find this bastard today.

……

"Hmm, that should be about right."

Ethan removed the golden mask and said with satisfaction, but then he noticed the change in the Earth Elemental's expression. Her chubby little face revealed her disdain without any attempt to hide it; it was the look one gives when looking at scum. Princess Vivian was fighting against the aristocratic etiquette she had learned since childhood.

Aristocratic etiquette constantly reminded her that she could not arbitrarily grab other people by the neck, even if they were guilty of unforgivable crimes, and that they should be handed over to the law.

This is the glorious tradition of Sivarantin.

If she were the judge, a rotten bastard like Ethan would be hanged tomorrow.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ethan asked cautiously, his provocations seeming to have gone a bit too far, even affecting his teammates to varying degrees.

"Was what you just used... also magic?"

Vivian heard that Ethan was an elemental shaper, and she suspected it was some kind of ancient magic, with the same ability to manipulate emotions as an evil god.

No, even the emotional fluctuations that an evil god could bring were not as strong as Ethan's.

"This isn't elemental magic; there's no element like it in nature!"

The little yellow potato immediately cut ties with Ethan, as it concerned the reputation of the natural elements; none of them were as bad as Ethan.

"In some places, this can be called a magical attack."

Ethan said, "I can teach you if you want to learn."

He could only say that these people who hadn't experienced the internet age were too naive and completely unaware of the wickedness of human nature, while he had learned a set of lessons through his own experiences.

Spreading rumors riddled with flaws, making statements so idiotic they're mind-numbing, always dragging down an unrelated target when discussing any topic, and finally, the ultimate trump card: online political storms.

After Ethan's efforts all night, even the most well-mannered person would have wanted to beat him up.

"No need, I won't learn it."

Vivian's face was full of rejection. As she spoke, she took several steps back and hid in a corner of the room.

She didn't even dare to imagine how badly her father and mother would spank her if she made such remarks in the palace like Ethan. Only the literary girl reacted differently.

She leaned on the windowsill, intently watching downstairs, occasionally letting out a giggle.

There's a fight going on downstairs.

The reason for the fight was no longer important; their pent-up anger had nowhere to go and they needed to find an outlet. Some people were hurling insults in the links, while those with strong willpower grabbed wrenches and ran into the street to beat people up.

The wind elemental watched with great excitement, leaving the three of them with only a slightly trembling, laughing back view.

This made Vivian look at the little yellow potato with suspicion.

Why does she feel that Wind Elemental and Ethan are birds of a feather and not good people either?
"She was corrupted by Ethan; she wasn't like this before!"

Yellow Potato started arguing for her friend. The Wind Element she used to know was quiet and gentle, only liked to read books during her breaks, and never caused trouble for others. But after only a short time with Ethan, she had become a rebellious girl.

"But didn't you steal things too?"

Vivian suddenly remembered something and immediately became alert.

This little yellow potato was no pushover either; earlier, she had stolen Charman's scepter—or, according to more traditional views, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it highway robbery.

Vivian's face turned deathly pale; she felt as if she had stumbled into a den of scoundrels.

Thief, robber, war criminal—all the elements are there.

On the other hand, she had to admit that Ethan's approach was extremely effective. Military production in various parts of West Valantine had come to a standstill, and the inhabitants of the Golden Kingdom could hardly concentrate on production until King Banshee was brought to justice. The links were in complete chaos, and normal people simply could not stay inside.

She suddenly understood Ethan's plan.

"You want to cut off their means of communication!"

When she was still in the capital, Duke Stan mentioned that as long as the mask existed, the rule of the Golden King would be unshakeable. What was more terrifying than brainwashing was that it could link everyone's thoughts together, allowing them to know about major and minor events happening thousands of miles away while they were in the capital. And once a war broke out, the soldiers of the Golden Kingdom would be driven by the same brain, making them invincible.

Duke Stan was pessimistic about the war; he did not believe that anyone could withstand such a powerful enemy, which was far beyond their level of civilization.

However, Ethan managed to throw these seemingly invincible outsiders into chaos in just one night.

"That's one of the reasons."

As they spoke, the commotion downstairs subsided.

The wind elemental spirit's expression turned serious. The figure walking towards them from the shadows stopped everyone in their fight. His right hand gripped the hilt of the short sword at his waist, and his eyes were filled with malice.

"They should be coming after us soon."

Charman and Crowley were furious with him and were determined to find this scoundrel by any means necessary.

Anger is the best driving force, but it can also easily make people lose their rationality.

While he was stirring things up, he deliberately made some noise.

The fighting downstairs, the sound of factory wheels turning in the distance, and the footsteps of the "Hunter" passing by the building every now and then—by piecing together these seemingly insignificant details, one can find his hiding place.

Cynthia said that Crowley was one of the first to follow the Gold King, and that he was the Gold King's sharpest weapon.

In the early years before acquiring many artifacts, Crowley carried out almost all the assassinations. However, after acquiring artifacts such as the "Gospel" and the "World Disruptor," Crowley's work shifted to the interior of the Golden Kingdom. He had a keen eye, and no thought of rebellion could escape his notice.

For a long time, Cynthia had been Crowley's primary focus.

She knew Crowley well, and Ethan trusted Cynthia's judgment.

He believed that Crowley would notice those details, find their hiding place, and would definitely come here immediately to confront this traitor who had disrupted the order of the Golden Kingdom.

Just like the purification ritual that Charman performed in the town hall square, even if the followers of Caesarus guessed it was a trap, they would still carry out their rescue plan without hesitation.

The believers did so for glory, and this same glory existed within Crowley's heart.

This room, provided by the followers of Caesars in Oak City, has long been their center of activity, and they used "shadow lamps" to shield themselves from the radiation of gold.

In their words, this is a place where the will of the Golden King cannot penetrate.

"Huh? Should we run away?"

Vivian immediately tensed up. She had heard about the abilities of the Council of Six from Duke Stan. They were invincible beings who possessed powers that ordinary people could not understand.

According to Ethan's description, Crowley is a ruthless and vicious killer.

As for Ethan...

Vivian had a strong stereotype that people who were good at talking were generally not very good at fighting.

"You can't go anywhere."

The golden mask placed beside Ethan brought news of death.

The dagger pierced the door, tearing through the restrictions the believers had placed inside the building as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. What came into view was a mask with an angry expression, which seemed quite fitting for the moment.

Cynthia mentioned that this obsidian dagger was a reward given by the Golden King to his most loyal servant. It can easily break all spells and restrictions in the world and is a true "mage killer".

Crowley stared at Ethan; he had long since guessed the identity of the Great Wall.

Their eyes met, and then there was no other sound in the room.

The next moment, the figure wielding the sharp knife became a blur and rushed straight towards Ethan.

The king's orders are to capture Ethan alive, an "interesting" individual, but now Crowley decides to throw his fate to the wind.

He's going back to his regular job.

The voice in his head told him that Ethan was a scourge to the Golden Kingdom, and even if he would eventually submit to the will of the Golden King like everyone else, he absolutely could not be allowed to live.

His job is very simple.

Eliminate every threat posed by the Golden Kingdom, leaving them no time to develop into a menace.

Time stands still at this moment.

He slashed the blade at Ethan's neck, the same method he had used to execute countless traitors.

And this time, he won't fail either.

(End of this chapter)