Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 468 May the little yellow potato guide your path
Carlo is probably insane.

This was Ethan's first reaction. Judging from the human remains at the scene, at least four sect leaders had died at Carlo's hands.

Could it be that the haunted house set up by Old Ba was too terrifying, causing Carlo to have a mental breakdown?

However, after confirming the news with Old Bar, Ethan's doubts were answered.

The writhing tumors in the room were not "cinematic special effects," but rather mutated creations pieced together from flesh and blood. These were all Carlo's "masterpieces," but his proficiency with flesh and blood powers was extremely low, which was why he couldn't transform human remains into mutated creatures.

This is the power that belongs to Carlo.

The current pope of the Church of Life has become a follower of Bazartos.

Therefore, the cause of death for these unfortunate souls became quite obvious.

"Not everyone fled the sanctuary hall immediately; they followed Carlo and unexpectedly discovered his secret."

Ethan began his reasoning: "Seeing that the secret had been exposed, Carlo had no choice but to kill them to silence them."

This scene was beyond their expectations. Their original plan was just to intimidate the people trapped in the Temple of Praise, but they never expected that the broken goddess statue would reveal such a secret.

Carlo must have thought that his desire for the power of Bazartos had been detected by the ancient magic of the Sanctuary, which led to the series of events that followed. The sect leaders who were following Carlo must have had the same thought when they saw the red mist emanating from him.

"We can turn the tables on them..."

Ethan's lips curled into a smile.

In this eternal darkness and terror, everyone scattered throughout the sanctuary heard the same voice.

"Some of you have turned away from your faith and become minions of an evil god. Find him, or you will be trapped here forever."

Carlo also heard the whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. His body trembled violently, he clenched his fists, and stumbled to his feet.

He walked toward the door as if possessed.

He must not fall before he achieves his great goal, even if it means stepping over the corpses of everyone else!

"You are rotten to the core."

With just one sentence, trust between people was shattered. Winter commented, "You were born to be a villain. Perhaps your destiny is to be defeated as the mastermind behind the scenes."

……

Meanwhile, Veronica on the other side also heard the mysterious whispers, but she couldn't care less about searching for the evil god's followers who had infiltrated their ranks. She clutched her buttocks tightly, lay on the ground curled up like a shrimp, and bit her lips until they bled to keep herself from crying.

Just now, she fell into this pit from a height of more than ten meters without any warning. She lay on the ground for a while before her numb buttocks and waist regained some feeling.

Hold on, Veronica!
You are an adjudicator of the Holy See; crying will only make you a laughingstock.

Veronica sniffed and wiped away the two tears that had squeezed out from the corner of her eye.

It was all because of that weird blond girl who appeared out of nowhere. When Veronica first saw the girl in the corridor, she was so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her throat—the blond girl had no body, only a round head.

Just as Veronica thought the murderer had once again cruelly severed the blonde girl's head, the round head actually started moving right in front of her.

She then realized that this was not a murder at all, but rather that the blonde girl had dug a hole in the ground and buried her body from the neck down in the soil, making her look like a small yellow potato at first glance.

However, considering the horrific scene that had unfolded in the cathedral hall, Veronica could understand why the blonde girl hid her body underground; it made her feel safer.

Veronica followed the blonde girl to one of the rooms. She waited at the door until it was quiet inside before knocking and identifying herself.

There was no response from inside the door, and after failing to communicate, Veronica had no choice but to push the door open on her own.

Before she could even get a good look at the room, she lost her footing and fell from a height of over ten meters.

The fall completely stunned her; her bottom hit the ground first, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.

If she were to encounter that blonde girl again, she would definitely demand, "Are you out of your mind? Who gave you permission to dig a hole in the Holy Land?"

A faint smell of blood filled the air. After recovering, Veronica checked herself and found that she had no wounds. The smell of blood was not coming from her. She looked around and a faint red light illuminated the way ahead. This underground space was much larger than she had imagined.

Her face changed slightly.

This is a secret passage that the Crown of Dawn Cathedral has never recorded before, and it was definitely not dug out by that little yellow potato. The passage is spacious, and the road looks like it has been carefully repaired.

The question is, when exactly was this secret passage built?

Logically, any repair work on the church should fall under her jurisdiction. The law enforcement team is a special department that undertakes most of the physical labor when the security situation is good.

The smell of blood was coming from a more distant place. Reason told Veronica that she should not go any further. The secret passage had never been recorded before, and the smell of blood was still lingering. Even a fool could tell that it was not a good place.

Just as Veronica was hesitating, she suddenly saw the back of the little yellow potato's head again in the dim red light. She seemed completely unaware of the danger and continued to move deeper into the darkness.

She dug another hole and buried the part of her body below her neck in the soil.

Whose unlucky child is this?

What if there are hidden weapons ahead?

Or perhaps it's imprisoning some dangerous, forbidden monster!

Veronica's hobby in her spare time is reading novels. She often sees similar scenes in treasure hunting novels—a group of arrogant treasure hunters break into an ancient secret passage, and eventually die tragically at the hands of traps and monsters.

Veronica immediately jogged in the direction where the yellow potato had disappeared.

Once the little yellow potato is in her hands, Veronica is determined to give it a good spanking, so that she can experience the pain of falling from a height of over ten meters and landing on her bottom.

With this belief, Veronica ventured deeper into the secret passage.

However, the journey was unexpectedly smooth. There were no poisoned arrows as she had anticipated, nor any dark creatures that suddenly appeared. The secret passage didn't even have any side paths, allowing her to move steadily forward in the darkness.

The little yellow potato disappeared again, plunging headfirst into the darkness and vanishing without a trace. Veronica couldn't help but wonder if she had dug through something again and fallen into an even deeper crevice. But as her mind ventured deeper into the secret passage and she tried to track the other person down, she suddenly made a terrifying discovery.

That little yellow potato didn't leave anything behind.

She had clearly dug a hole and buried her body from the neck down, but she hadn't left any trace on the ground. Veronica then remembered that when they were at the Church of Praise, the other person might not have left a long trail on the floor.

Veronica tensed up, a chill washing over her.

This reminded her of scenes described in horror novels—did that little yellow potato really exist? Or was it really human? She didn't want to think about it anymore and took another step forward. Right now, all she wanted was to get out of this eerie place.

Veronica walked on for another five minutes with her head down. Suddenly, the road ahead widened and the light became brighter. However, it didn't look like the morning sun, but rather a dark red light that easily reminded people of the light in the witch's hut. She also heard a soft "gurgling" sound from not far away, which was quite unfamiliar to her and she couldn't describe it accurately in words.

At the end of the secret passage, there was also a tightly closed iron door, and the strange sound was coming from the other side of the door.

Veronica was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether this was guidance from the killer.

She felt that the whole thing had long since spiraled out of control, turning from a murder case into a ritual of evil gods.

Ultimately, the thirst for the truth prevailed.

As she said, even in death, she wanted to die knowing the truth.

She held the doorknob for a full ten seconds before steeling herself, mustering her courage, and shoving the tightly closed door open.

The next second, Veronica started gagging.

The overwhelming smell of blood, mixed with the stench of rotting meat, was so strong that she could barely open her eyes. After standing there gagging for a long time, she slowly raised her head and looked at the source of the blood and strange noises—two writhing tumors.

A secret stronghold of followers of an evil god.

This was the first thought that popped into Veronica's mind.

She also found a summoning circle drawn on the ground in this blood-red secret room, the skull of an unknown monster on the cabinet, and human organs soaking in bottles and jars. Twisted energy was everywhere in the secret room, and at the center of the magic circle was a still trembling brain.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

The secret chamber of the evil god's followers located beneath the Cathedral of the Crown of Dawn?

She simply couldn't imagine how the people who built this place managed to escape the Vatican's inspections.

Immediately afterwards, Veronica noticed the abnormality of the two tumors.

The location was really strange; they were right next to each other, and one of the tumors was half outside the range of the ritual circle on the ground.

As an adjudicator of the Holy See, Veronica had dealt with many true believers of evil gods, so she knew very well that the more fanatical the believers of evil gods, the more obsessive they were about details. They absolutely could not tolerate these tumors being outside the scope of the ritual circle. According to their habits, it should be arranged in a completely symmetrical manner within the circle.

Now it seems like two people have died in the street, and no one has come to collect their bodies...

Veronica was startled by her own thoughts.

She didn't know why she suddenly had such a thought.

The emotion surging within me was not fear, but intense sorrow.

She noticed the human remains scattered near the tumor, and she grieved for the tragic deaths, but it didn't seem to stem from her own feelings.

These emotions emanated continuously from the tumor, enveloping her, and she could hear faint whispers.

They are seeking liberation.

In that brief glance, Veronica understood the whispered request.

She found the ritual dagger on a nearby table, her heart pounding. Although this was her first time encountering such a bizarre object, she knew how to help them escape.

They begged Veronica to cut open the flesh walls and release their souls imprisoned within.

Reason, however, was frantically warning her that this was definitely not a good idea.

God knows what's inside that tumor.

What if it's a highly corrosive liquid?

Or perhaps it exploded after being cut open...

Veronica slowly raised the ritual dagger, aiming the blade at one of the flesh walls. Before making the cut, she performed eleven buffs on herself to ensure that even if a corpse explosion occurred, it would not be able to break through her temporary defenses.

Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at the part that had been cut open by the ritual dagger.

Blood and pus flowed from the hole, instantly submerging Veronica's ankle; the sticky, slippery sensation made her feel like she was going to vomit.

but……

It wasn't a corrosive liquid, and there was no corpse explosion.

Veronica could only try to find humor in her suffering and keep comforting herself, otherwise she might have started to wonder if her feet, soaked in pus, were even still usable.

As the sarcoma gradually shrank, more and more of it was flushed out by the pus.

Severed limbs, human organs, and—

When she saw the last round object, Veronica's pupils contracted, and at that moment, she felt her heart stop beating.

After being soaked in pus for a long time, the head that rolled to her feet was unrecognizable. The holes in the skin that had split open were now connected, exposing the bones underneath. However, the skin color that remained and the pendant hanging from the neck that had not been dissolved by the pus indicated the identity of the deceased.

He is a member of the psychic sect.

Veronica felt like she couldn't breathe. Her vision began to blur, and she lost all strength in her legs. Only her remaining consciousness kept her from falling.

This discovery is infinitely more terrifying than corpses, murders, or cult followers.

She almost immediately thought of the rumors that had been circulating in the church not long ago, about "Spirit Mother" Yayuma and Pope Carlo.

Before the pre-conference meeting began, someone saw the aggressive Yayuma blocking Carlo's way at the entrance of the Cathedral of the Crown of Dawn. She was accompanied by two attendants. After a brief argument, Carlo brought Yayuma into the Cathedral of the Crown of Dawn.

Since then, two strange things have happened.

When they saw Yayuma again, her eyes, which had been blind for decades, had been healed, and her attitude towards Carlo had undergone a complete change.

Another strange thing was that the servants that Yayuma brought had disappeared.

Since then, no one has seen them in the church again.

(End of this chapter)