Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 467 Let Sister Li see this!

Xiao An howled at the top of her lungs all night, and by dawn she finally lost her voice. However, her results were impressive. The sect leaders that Carlo had managed to gather together fell apart. They fled to various parts of the Temple of Praise, and some even bury their heads under their beds like ostriches.

And so, Xiao An didn't stop. Although her voice was hoarse, she still had hands and feet. With the help of the old special effects master, Bazatos, many people witnessed a beam of red light shining on a twin-tailed girl with eyes like black holes. The girl chased them around the circular auditorium with a bitter smile.

As dawn broke, Xiao An's originally fair face had turned rosy with excitement.

She found common ground with Bazartos. She never imagined that pretending to be a ghost and scaring people in the dark would be so fun, especially seeing those usually high-ranking sect leaders crying and screaming in terror when she chased them, which filled her with a sense of accomplishment.

Even Miss Chloe's terrifying legends spread among the people.

Some people claim to have witnessed a terrifying bird devouring human flesh in the gallery, and they speculate that many people have already been killed.

However, this was a completely undeserved disaster for Miss Chloe, who was known for her gentleness. She was simply sitting quietly in the gallery eating fruit when Balzatos added some strange lighting effects to her.

"You are very talented."

Returning from yet another "hunt," the seven-eyed woman nodded repeatedly to Xiao An. After Mary, there was another promising newcomer. "How about considering working for our film company?"

"Work? What kind of work?"

"Simply put, it's about dressing up as a ghost to scare people, then filming it and releasing it. If it were you, you would definitely leave a very classic screen image."

"Okay!"

Xiao An immediately responded to Bazatos's invitation. She had figured it out that night—this was the truly meaningful thing to do, satisfying her interests and earning money at the same time. Why not?
See, this is what it means to be birds of a feather.

However, it was clear that not everyone in the team enjoyed the atmosphere of dressing up as ghosts and scaring people. The idea of ​​destroying the goddess statue alone required Mary to mentally prepare herself for a long time. After all, she was a believer in the Church of Life, and she felt uneasy about witnessing someone destroying the statue in the sanctuary.

She tolerated it, but then Mary discovered a new problem that she couldn't ignore.

"Your set design..."

She peered through the crack in the door at the flowers wriggling like fleshy buds in the corridor, her brow furrowed. "How come it looks so much like something Bazatos would do?"

This reminded her of the Crimson Age she had experienced, a scene that no one else could replicate and that she could never forget.

This would certainly terrify the sect leaders, as these grotesque growths represented the power of the evil god Bazartos, who nearly destroyed human civilization in the Third Age.

Mary looked at the seven-eyed woman in the room with suspicion. Whenever the woman's background was mentioned, Ethan would change the subject and become hesitant in his speech.

Her eyes sharpened, and no matter how Ethan tried to change the subject, she wouldn't give up. "Moriko, who exactly is she? Why are you hiding her identity?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

All seven eyes turned to Ethan at the same time. Ethan broke out in a sweat and then looked towards Winter.

This is a really tricky question.

If a saint who had fought against Barzathoth her whole life knew that she was now in a room with Barzathoth himself, who knows what would happen? Saint Mary was known for her fiery temper. If she were to unleash the spell of the Sword of Damocles again in a fit of rage and cleave the church in two, all his carefully laid plans would be ruined.

But friends shouldn't keep secrets from each other; this has always been Ethan's way of life. Moreover, if Mary were to suddenly learn of Bazatos's identity in an even worse situation, it would only cause greater harm.

"Reiko, since you've asked this far, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Ethan took a deep breath.

The room was completely silent. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Actually, she is one of the projections of Bazartos."

Why won't you tell the truth?! Aren't we friends?

Mary was met with a long silence. She glanced at Ethan, then at the seven-eyed woman, and pointed at her. "...Really?"

"real."

Ethan winked at Winter and Darkness, and was prepared to call the other elemental spirits to mediate the fight.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Mary was initially startled, but then, just as Ethan had predicted, she rolled up her sleeves aggressively and walked straight toward the seven-eyed woman.

Will this turn into a hair-tearing war?
Or perhaps the sword of Damocles is destined to fall upon the Temple of Praise?
The moment the seven-eyed woman took a step back in her panic, everyone else in the room froze in place. This was probably the first time in the life of the evil god Bazartos that he had ever avoided a human. When Mary reached out her hand to the seven-eyed woman like a scoundrel, Bazartos, like any woman in the world, moved away in a slightly flustered manner.

"What do you want to do?"

Even the questions she asks after dodging are exactly the same as those asked by human women.

Ethan swallowed back all the words of advice he was about to say, because he found that the actual situation was far from what he had imagined. He wanted to persuade the two to reconcile, but now it seemed that there was no conflict between Mary and Bazatos. On the contrary, judging from the situation, Mary's identity as a "saint" should be questioned.

Saints of the Church of Life should not raise their hands in public and make groping gestures.

Even while taking action, Mary uttered the awful phrase, "Quick! Let me see!"

"What you're doing is wrong!"

Even Xiao An stood up to support Bazatos, saying, "This is the behavior of a lecher!"

In addition to being labeled "temperamental," Mary has also been labeled a "womanizer," which inevitably raises deep concerns about the moral development of the Church of Life.

Xiao An and Miss Chloe stepped forward, spread their arms, and shielded Bazatos behind them as if protecting a chick.

"lecher?"

Mary asked incredulously, "What do you take me for?"

she?
How could a holy woman of the Church of Life possibly harbor improper thoughts about an evil god!
Her face flushed red, and she stated her thoughts with righteous indignation, "I just wanted to take her skirt off!"

"...This is how most people define a lecherous man."

Ethan reminded Mary, and given her flushed expression, it was anything but suspicious: "Why did you take His clothes off?"

"Is there even a question? It's obviously to examine His body!"

This statement is exactly the same as Brother Jie's!
Even if Ethan wanted to say something in Mary's defense, he couldn't utter a word for a long time after she frankly admitted it, because Mary's behavior was much worse than Brother Jie's. Even Brother Jie knew to wait until Binbin was drunk before calling Awei to the room to make his move alone, but Mary admitted her inappropriate thoughts in front of so many people.

The sword of Damocles did not fall, but the atmosphere took an even more bizarre turn.

While everyone was shocked by Mary's words, the only one who saw through the truth was Winter, who had the same alchemist experience as Mary. She stepped forward and asked calmly, "Why are you examining His body?"

"Of course, it's to make up for past regrets!"

This was one of the few wishes Mary was unable to fulfill until her death. Although in people's eyes she defeated the Scarlet King and dispelled the Scarlet Plague, she was unable to find the true cure for the Scarlet Plague when she returned to the church after the plague subsided.

She was unable to retrieve the Crimson King's body. With the fall of the Crimson Dynasty, the tyrant's body turned to dust in the sunlight, leaving her not even a trace, let alone any research.

Mary's obsession with the antidote is no longer about dispelling the plague itself, but rather, as an alchemist, she seeks an answer to a question. This answer may very well lie within the Seven-Eyed Woman, even if she is merely a projection of an evil god on earth—a moment that represents the closest humanity has ever come to an evil god.

As Mary explained, the public's assessment of her as a "womanizer" changed to "mad alchemist," which was hardly a positive evaluation either. Mary, however, made no attempt to hide the restless look in her eyes.

"You want to find a cure for the Scarlet Plague?"

Bazatos asked, which was tantamount to accepting Mary's explanation.

I really want to!

"Then come on, I welcome anyone to discuss the mysteries of the body and soul with me."

As she spoke, the seven-eyed woman reached for the buttons on her long dress at the chest...

"Slow down, slow down!"

At the critical moment, Ethan stepped forward. While Bazartos, as an evil god, could disregard the gaze of humans, he could not. After all, he was using a female body, and if Winter saw a woman naked in front of him, he would most likely breathe on her.

"If you want to do your research, go to the next room!"

"go!"

An excited Mary was the first to leave the room, followed closely by the equally curious Xiao An. Soon, only Ethan and Miss Chloe remained in the room. However, this time even Miss Chloe kept glancing towards the next room.

"If you want to know, then go there."

Ethan said.

Upon hearing this, Miss Chloe indeed ran out of the room.

It turns out that evil gods do indeed have a fatal attraction for mad alchemists.

"You understand them best."

Ethan looked at the remaining Winter and was filled with emotion. He felt that this was not a bad thing, at least the feud between Mary and Barzatos did not end in violence.

"And what about you? What are your thoughts?"

Winter yawned lazily, sneaked into the Church of Praise, and turned the Holy Land into a "haunted house" where an evil god had descended. The sect leaders outside were hoping for daylight to come, and they would flee when it was half past midnight. This time, no matter what Carlo said, they would not stay.

However, their hopes were destined to be dashed.

Before everything is over, the sun will never shine on the Church of Praise again; what awaits them is a long, dark night.

“You’re not Xiao An, you wouldn’t scare these people half to death just for fun.”

Winter seemed to be deep in thought. For her, figuring out Ethan's intentions was one of the entertainments in her daily life. "A confined space, a prophecy of the end times, an inescapable hymn hall, and that judge named Veronica... You want to stage a trial here."

A trial against Pope Carlo—in the way he knew best and was most religiously oriented.

And at this moment, the sect leaders who were hiding in various parts of the sanctuary were the witnesses to this trial.

"You understand me best."

"This is not an easy task for Veronica."

Winter said, "She was promoted by Carlo. Even if she finds the truth, will she really do what you want?"

"Want to take a gamble? I'll bet 20 gold lions."

"That's not how I gamble."

Winter shook her head. "I'll bet three days."

"...Three days?"

"If you lose the bet, you'll have to listen to me for the next three nights once we get back to the capital."

A fervent yet sweet smile, typical of a mad alchemist, appeared on Winter's face. "You're not allowed to refuse whatever potion I give you."

"What if you lose?"

"I'll listen to you if I lose."

Winter leaned closer to Ethan, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, "Whatever uniform you want me to wear, and... whatever socks, it's all up to you."

"What kind of betting game is this! Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"I'm buying a new maid uniform."

"Fine, let's gamble. Don't get me wrong, you're the one who underestimated me, and I won't let this go!"

"Then, the bet is settled."

Winter took a step back. "In order for this bet to continue smoothly, I suggest you investigate Carlo's situation. Perhaps his current state is not quite what you imagine."

..............................

Meanwhile, somewhere in the circular church.

Carlo sat alone in the corner of the room, his back against the wall.

A strong stench of blood permeated the room, originating from the human remains scattered everywhere, fused together with writhing flesh, making them indistinguishable from their original form.

The tumors seemed to have a life of their own, emitting painful groans from time to time, and distorted human faces floated on the surface of the flesh.

"I did not betray you, I did not betray you!"

Lost in thought, Carlo muttered to himself.
His hands were stained with blood, and the vibrant, life-giving energy surrounding him was no longer a pale green; it was a red mist filled with death and dread. Anyone who witnessed this would immediately regard him as a follower of an evil god.

He muttered to the corpses, devoured by the tumors and long since lifeless, "The Seventh Age will eventually come, and the path to salvation lies within it. Everything I have done is for a greater purpose!"

Gradually, Carlo seemed to convince himself, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"That's right, I didn't make a mistake, you're the ones who made the mistake!"

He glared menacingly at the body parts hidden within the tumor. "You deserved to die!"

(End of this chapter)