Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 471 The Evil God's Lackey

Veronica never dreamed that she would one day have the chance to protect the saint.

She was now almost certain that Ethan was a strange person, unlike the thinking of ordinary people. Before setting off back to the Church of Praise, the two cleaned the secret room and arranged the choir members who had fallen into a coma due to the power outage in a clean place.

Veronica frowned, forcing herself to suppress her nausea as she placed the heads of the two servants into a hastily prepared evidence bag, which would become one of the decisive pieces of evidence in the trial.

While Veronica was sorting through the evidence, Ethan also made a new discovery.

He examined the internal structure of one of the chorus members through his wound. He was too young to have had the chance to examine the chorus closely the last time he dealt with them, but after many subsequent experiences, he had a new perspective on the structure of these test subjects.

These gears, fused with flesh and blood, are exactly the same as the changes he brought about in the Crimson plane and when the God of Truth descended upon the Mirror Empire.

The "virus" in the Crimson Plane originated from the mutated Old God Argos. She used ancient magic passed down in the guild to seal and control an Old God, causing him to mutate. Ethan originally thought that these ancient magics were created by "Future Winter," but now it seems that they are more likely to originate from the God of Truth and the Holy City ruler in His memory.

This means that the God of Truth's influence on this world is far more profound than he imagined.

Before his execution, Julius had been studying ancient technology and magic, suggesting that the Church of Life had been in contact with the God of Truth for many years.

"What are you thinking about?"

Veronica's question from behind interrupted Ethan's thoughts. She had somehow appeared behind him with the evidence bag, seemingly having been observing him for some time.

Seeing that Ethan had come to his senses, she asked again, "Any new discoveries?"

Ethan is definitely a strange person.

He could have used the same method to infiltrate and assassinate Pope Carlo, then followed suit to eliminate every opponent, and used a tyrannical rule to control the entire far west. Instead, he is now investigating the scene like a detective, searching for evidence.

If you disregard the resounding name "Ethan," this young man's first impression is more like that of an outstanding graduate of the Truth Society.

They actually asked her to preside over a trial, to try Carlo for violating the rules and procedures of the Vatican.

Although it might not be pleasant to say directly, Veronica felt that only nerds living in ivory towers would believe that justice could be brought about in this way, so they were often the ones who died the fastest and most tragically.

Veronica had this thought when she visited the Truth Society in the capital. She had heard that in Julius’s first purge, the people burned to death the most were the professors of the Truth Society who disapproved of the Papacy’s actions and always felt they had to speak out in public.

The biggest difference between Ethan and those other guys is that he's a very good fighter.

Those who did not intend to follow his procedural justice, including Julius himself, were all eliminated by him in a more direct and brutal manner.

“I’m investigating other cases,” Ethan replied.

"What case?"

"It will be kept secret for now."

"cut."

Veronica's curiosity was piqued, but she could only pretend to be indifferent on the surface. "Have you finished your investigation, Great Detective? If you're done, we still need to go back to the Church of Praise and gather everyone together."

"almost."

Ethan nodded.

This was the real reason they came to the far west: he had glimpsed the existence of the Goddess of Life, Bazarian, in the memories of the God of Truth, and that she had completed the final journey of her life on this land.

As for the trial of Carlo, it was merely a "side quest" that arose during the investigation.

He has been plundering the relics of the dead on a large scale, setting up a secret chamber beneath the Cathedral of the Dawn, and even abandoning the faith of the Church of Life to embrace the fleshly power of Bazartos... This new pope is simply a complete outlaw, as if he is completely unafraid of the reckoning and judgment of the goddess of life.

Ethan thought that either Carlo was mentally ill and thought differently from normal people, or he was also investigating the same secret, looking for the relationship between Bazarian and the evil god Bazartos, and had already made some progress.

They walked in silence, making their way quickly through the secret passage.

Ethan listened to Veronica's increasingly rapid breathing. When they reached the bottom of the pit, she stood still, placed the temporary evidence bag at her feet, and patted her face with both hands, as if to encourage herself.

She is under tremendous pressure.

As the arbitrator of the Church of Life, she has never tried any pope, and in theory, an arbitrator should not have such great power.

They are often seen as the Pope's sharpest weapon, clearing obstacles in his path.

"And one more thing."

Before returning to the Church of Praise, Veronica finally decided to ask all the questions that had been weighing on her mind: "Why did you do this?"

"Ok?"

"It would be easier for you to assassinate Carlo, wouldn't it?"

Veronica narrowed her eyes. "Do you enjoy making fun of others?"

"Because I advocate the rule of law."

Ethan said.

"Rule of law?"

"Anyone's judgment can be wrong, and I am no exception."

Veronica clicked her tongue and stared intently at Ethan.

This was an unexpected answer. Whether it was Pope Carlo, or Julius and Turzan before him, they all used the power they held to proclaim one thing to the people of this land—that the Pope was the chosen representative of the rightful God on earth, and that their decisions represented the will of the rightful God.

This means that everything they do is just, and even if some of their actions violate the Vatican's rules, it is all for the greater good.

“Carlo would never say that.”

Veronica muttered something to herself.

As popes, they would never admit to others that their judgments might be wrong, because they are the rightful representatives of God on earth.

How could a correctly positioned God possibly make a mistake?
Therefore, through the efforts of several popes, represented by Carlo, a common understanding was conveyed to the people of the far west—the pope's judgment is never wrong. If you think the pope has gone down the wrong path, it only means that your vision and knowledge are limited and you cannot see the greater benefits.

Yes, you don't need to think at all, because the rightful representative of God has already seen the future; all you need to do is believe.

What the Vatican wants is the most steadfast and unwavering belief.

"This is where the problem lies."

Ethan stated, "If Carlo had died in a natural gas explosion, there would have been no change in who would succeed him as Pope, either 'Carlo X' or 'Carlo Y'."

"not understand."

"Whether Carlo lives or dies is not important; what matters is the process of judging him."

Witnessed by all the leaders of the various sects in the far west, Ethan believed that only by using the rules established at the very beginning of the Church of Life could this trial be shaken, the ideological imprint that generations of popes, starting from Turzan, had placed on this land. Veronica wanted to say something more, but she heard hurried running sounds overhead, accompanied by screams and cries.

The sound of running grew louder as one of the people burst through the door.

His scream stopped abruptly as he lost his footing and fell to the ground from a height of more than ten meters.

Veronica was startled and instinctively took a step to the other side.

And so, another unfortunate soul was born, curled up on the ground, his body arched like a shrimp, his hands tightly covering his buttocks.

The sect leader, who had fallen to the ground, was stunned and could only gasp for breath; he didn't even have time to scream.

Veronica looked up at the hole above, and after a few seconds, the monster chasing him revealed its true form. It stopped in time, unlike the sect leader who had stepped into the pit.

The moment she met the monster's gaze, Veronica trembled, her hands and feet turned ice-cold, and her heart leaped into her throat.

The monster above the pit was also observing the group below.

The spider has a huge and deformed outline, but what makes up its body and limbs is not a chitinous exoskeleton, but pale human limbs. Its four thick legs are made up of two complete human legs and two arms that have been forcibly stretched and twisted at impossible angles.

At this moment, the monster gripped the ground with its hand, its fingernails scraping against the stone slab with a teeth-grinding sound.

At the core of its torso is the product of several corpses stitched together, with the compressed and deformed ribs and ribs still faintly visible, resembling an ugly and bloated sac of flesh.

Veronica saw the spider monster's three heads.

They faced three different directions, their necks stretched out, still retaining the expressions of terror and despair before their death, their mouths wide open at the gaping edge, their teeth sharp and pointed, occasionally uttering unintelligible whispers.

She recognized the monster's three heads; they were all from sect leaders who had been invited to the Holy City. Now, the parts below the neck were missing, but the heads were pieced together on the monster's body like trophies.

No wonder this unfortunate sect leader was running around crying and wailing, completely losing his composure.

Veronica got goosebumps. If she were being chased by this kind of monster in a dark, narrow corridor, she could at most manage not to scream.

The monster's design is enough to evoke the deepest fears in anyone, making it impossible to even conceive of fighting it.

She averted her gaze and glared at Ethan. "Is this also a special effect?"

Even with special effects, it's still a bit too much since no one actually died as a result.

The three-headed spider monster grinned, and pus and blood dripped from its mouth to Veronica's feet, once again bringing with it the stench of blood and decay.

It was so realistic that even though Veronica knew it was special effects, she still got goosebumps.

"Get it away!"

"This is not a special effect."

"hiss--!"

Veronica felt a chill run down her spine. Gripping her mace tightly, she took a step and hid behind Ethan, using him as a human shield. She poked her head out and stared intently at the spider monster at the cave entrance.

"What happened to the witness protection plan?!"

Ethan had serious doubts about Veronica's professional competence as a judge. "Is this how you protect witnesses?"

Using the person you're protecting as a human shield, Veronica, what exactly are you protecting!
"This thing...it's kind of bad for me."

Veronica's legs were trembling uncontrollably, and she was clutching Ethan's clothes tightly with her other hand. Her lips were quivering. "I've been afraid of spiders since I was a child."

Ethan was helpless.

Veronica is only like a delicate noble lady when it comes to her fear of insects. How come we didn't see that when she was cursing and hitting the chorus with a mace until their faces were covered in blood?

Veronica's actions drew the spider monster's attention to Ethan. The three heads that were originally looking in different directions turned to him. Their necks had turned countless times, and the broken bones were visible through the flesh.

"In that case, I have no choice but to use my trump card."

Ethan had no choice but to free his right hand.

Without needing to chant any incantations, the natural elements gather here.

Veronica held her breath; this was undoubtedly the best vantage point to witness the greatest elemental energizer of our time unleash his magic!

A meteorite falling from the sky?
Freezing the entire city with ice?
A typhoon, or perhaps a thunderstorm...

These are all elemental energy manipulation spells that are clearly recorded in "Imperial Truth".

However, the next moment, Veronica's expression froze on her face.

She clearly saw the elemental magic converging on Ethan transform into a visible tortilla, and then sausage, green peppers, ketchup, and cheese appeared on the tortilla at a visible speed.

"The secret weapon—pizza delivery to your door!"

With a flick of his right hand, Ethan sent the freshly baked pizza flying out of the pit.

The spider monster's three heads all turned towards the pizza, and its body, which had been waiting for an opportunity, immediately changed direction, trotting like a dog being fed, towards the direction where the pizza had disappeared.

"Wait a minute, just wait a minute!"

As soon as the spider monster's footsteps disappeared, Veronica asked, her understanding of the world having just been severely challenged, "What is pizza delivery?"

Why are there people in this world who can knead a freshly baked pizza with their bare hands?

This magic is even more incredible than forbidden spells like Meteor Spell and Thunderstorm Spell, which have wide-area destructive power.

"This is a simple application of flour as an element."

Ethan looked down at the sect leader, whose backside had just been badly injured. "There are more important things for you to pay attention to than this, aren't there?"

"Judge!"

The fallen sect leader, upon seeing Veronica, turned ashen-faced. "Don't come any closer!"

He spoke sternly, but combined with the gesture of covering his buttocks, it was hardly intimidating.

"What happened?"

Stop pretending!

The sect leader roared viciously, "It was Carlo! He killed them and turned them into that state! It was you, you were the ones who did it from the very beginning! You are the lackeys of the evil god!"

(End of this chapter)