Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 485 All crows under heaven are black
Hafiz turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to anger, and finally to despair.

Just now, the goddess of life personally pronounced his fate.

In the far west, there could be no more brutal blow.

More importantly, Hafiz felt betrayed in his life. Pope Carlo had not given him the protection he deserved, all the huge sums of money he had donated to the Vatican had gone down the drain, and the Salvation Contribution Points were a complete scam.

The new order and rules are too disadvantageous for them.

In the past, in Oasis City, as long as they had enough wealth, they could be above the law. No matter what crime they committed, as long as they paid the corresponding donations, they could get away with it. But now, when he faced the goddess of life herself, no amount of wealth could change his fate.

However, the raised fist never came down, and Hafiz simply slumped down on the red sofa in the theater as if he had lost his soul.

The performance of "A Pound of Water" on stage came to an end, seemingly foreshadowing the end of his life. The actors walked onto the stage one by one, bowing to the audience. Hafiz couldn't remember how many performances he had seen in the theater, but this was the last time.

"I think Mr. Hakimi's faith is still very strong."

In a daze, another unfamiliar voice came from the front row.

It sounded like they were speaking up for him, but they changed his name without his permission.

Bazarian glanced in surprise at the young man dressed in a trench coat and top hat, a typical detective's outfit. The young man didn't look at her directly. "The fact that he didn't hit you is enough to show that he is a devout believer."

This is a Hakimi that can't even breathe, but it has committed many evil deeds and is now facing its death.

There's been a lot less fun.

Ethan found the dialogue between Hakimi and Bazarian to be far more exciting than the performance on stage. He was eagerly awaiting the climax of the show, where Mr. Hakimi would breathe on Bazarian and then scratch him. Although humans were no different from Hakimi on the roadside to a god like Bazarian, there were still incidents of humans being attacked by Hakimi all over the world.

For example, yesterday, Ethan was attacked by a cat in his hotel room.

This is a true story.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hakimi neglected to practice his breathing exercises, which led to the unfinished production of "Hakimi Scratches the Goddess's Face".

"I gave him a chance."

Bazarian smiled slightly and sat back down in her seat. "But he's useless."

When Mr. Hakimi raised his hand to her, she neither backed away nor flinched. She found the nickname Ethan had given her far more interesting than Hafiz himself; it was catchy and possessed a certain indescribable magic.

Is this why He favors you?

Bazalian looked at Ethan with great interest.

She had noticed Bazarus's existence back in the Holy City. In her mind, the great Heavenly Father would never condescend to descend to earth for a mortal and travel with him.

Ah, what an interesting man.

Although this was her first formal conversation with Ethan, she immediately sensed Ethan's interesting personality.

"and who are you?"

Hafiz glared at Ethan. He could tolerate the goddess, but now even a young detective who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere dared to mock him.

He was certainly doomed, but he still had the right to execute an idiot who dared to offend him before the mob dragged him out of the city hall.

"Shut up, Hakimi!"

The gentle goddess suddenly changed her expression. She only glanced at Hafiz, which made him swallow all his threatening words. Another thing that Hafiz couldn't understand was why the goddess and Ethan quickly reached a consensus on the name "Hakimi".

So, what exactly is Hakimi?
"Mayor Hakimi, something terrible has happened! The police station has just officially issued an arrest warrant for you!"

A flustered city hall official rushed up to Hafiz and, in a moment of panic, blurted out...

Hafiz's pale face finally regained some color—he was so angry that he turned red.

But now was not the time to correct the way he addressed people. Hafiz understood that the sheriff's office issuing the arrest warrant meant that Lyon and his rabble had taken control.

Or perhaps... this group is not a mob.

Hafiz glared fiercely at Ethan, the culprit, and stormed off.

As Hafiz and the officials left one after another, the theater fell completely silent, leaving only Ethan and Bazalian. The two looked at each other, silently observing each other. The atmosphere of this meeting was unexpected for both of them.

Ethan quickly labeled Bazalian as an "interesting woman."

The goddess of resurrection remained rational and was not the destructive maniac they had originally imagined, who would simply repeat "I will destroy this wretched world" and then spread the plague everywhere. And when faced with Mary's public trial-like provocation, she did not throw a tantrum and turn the entire Oasis into a breeding ground for the plague.

It's easy to see that Bazalian was quite a lively girl in their time.

Explain why you're here.

"I'm here to vote for you."

Ethan spoke his mind frankly.

"Vote for me?"

"Although Mary appears to be ahead of you in the Oasis City mayoral race, she's no good. Yesterday, she even instigated my cat to attack me."

Ethan deliberately lowered his voice and kept looking around, saying in a serious tone, "Don't be discouraged, I believe you still have a chance."

"I'll take this as a compliment from you."

Bazalian answered fluently. As for Ethan, who casually changed someone's name to "Hakimi" without permission, it was hard to tell which of his words were sincere and which were sarcastic. She simply didn't delve into it. "This is the game you proposed."

Interesting man, interesting game.

The future of this city and even the far west will be determined by a mayoral election.

A very creative idea.

She also saw through Ethan's intentions: "In this way, you can minimize the damage."

If she had actually fought Mary in Oasis City, everything in the city would have turned to ruins. Bazalian still remembered the scene of Mary cutting down half of the Holy City with a single sword strike. For a mere mortal, she was indeed impressive.

“I admit that the election rules are against you, and Mary has a huge advantage in the number of staff. If you need, I can serve as your advisor for the next few days.”

"Is he an advisor, or a double agent?"

"Advisor, absolutely."

"I'm not at ease unless you can prove your loyalty to me."

"how to prove?"

Bazalian chuckled softly, her slender fingers brushing across the surface of the sofa, leaving a warm trail. The overflowing scarlet energy was like blood vessels imbued with life, or like tree roots extending and seeping into the velvet, activating countless dormant blood vessels beneath the fabric with this red trail.

Then, the sofa began to twist and expand, the wooden frame was replaced by newly formed living tissue, and deep red tentacles emerged from it. The surface of the tentacles was not covered with sticky mucus, but was covered with a layer of delicate luster similar to ancient silk. They slowly meandered and stretched, with the suppleness of plant vines and the sensitivity of animal tentacles.

A new bud, resembling both flesh and blood and a plant, blossoms and bears fruit in the theater at a visible speed, possessing almost the same power as Bazatos, yet exuding a different kind of bizarre beauty.

Where the tentacles intertwined with the leaves, an object resembling a pomegranate or some unknown tropical fruit grew. Its tip gracefully separated, extended, and finally took shape—a collar, a perfect ring, smooth inside and retaining subtle textures on the outside, with a red glow flowing around its core, like a sleeping heart. Bazalian's eyes were captivating. "Wear it."

Her voice was soft, with her usual gentle tone, but now it carried a hint of aggression: "I will brand your soul with my mark."

The goddess actually has such a wild side in private?
Ethan didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

Bazalian's power even imbued this extremely vulgar object with an artistic beauty.

"To be honest, I don't have that hobby."

Ethan looked troubled.

Bazarian seemed to have anticipated Ethan's answer, and simply chuckled, "You're not even willing to wear this necklace, yet you expect me to believe you'd genuinely be my advisor?"

She used her slender index finger to twirl the necklace, playfully letting it spin as her fingertip moved.

"That's really asking too much... I can treat you to dinner."

"no."

The gazes from behind made Bazalian feel uneasy. "I never intended to destroy this place. This game is just for entertainment."

After all, she had fond memories of the Eternal Theater.

She rose gracefully and walked toward the white-haired, red-eyed witch in the theater, who exuded a cold aura.

Bazalian had never dealt with this witch before, yet she could tell at a glance the essential difference between Winter and Mr. Hakimi.

Not only can it sneer at people, it can also scratch them.

They are quite proficient in both skills.

"Miss Cat".

Bazalian walked up to her, meeting Winter's hostile gaze. A smile played on her lips, making sure Ethan could hear her voice, "I want to report this."

These four familiar words made Ethan lose all his composure, and also turned Winter's eyes from doubt to clarity.

"Your husband has been glancing at my legs."

Bazalian gently raised Winter's right hand and placed the collar formed from the Tree of Flesh in her palm.

it is more than words.

Ethan clearly saw that before leaving, Bazalian not only reconciled with Winter, but even shook hands with her to say goodbye.

Before long, only he and Winter were left in the theater.

Now it was Winter's turn to use her slender index finger to pick up the collar, and with ill intent, circle around it, step by step approaching Ethan.

With his last hope, Ethan asked, "Dongzi, you don't actually believe her nonsense, do you?"

"hey-hey."

All crows under the sky are black!

Damn it, none of these politicians are any good!

Ethan suddenly understood.

Starting today, he will become an anarchist!
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Everything in Oasis City has been fine since Saint Mary appeared.

Especially for the residents of the lower city, not long ago, Mr. Greif brought back some exciting news—the sheriff's office had officially issued an arrest warrant for Oasis Mayor Hafiz. This not only proved to them that the trial was not over, but also meant the complete collapse of Hafiz's power.

In addition to this exciting news, Greif also brought back a lot of medicine.

The potion that Mary and her most trusted high-ranking alchemists concocted, capable of curing "Fang Disease," these luxuries that were usually displayed in the potion shops of the upper city, were now being distributed to them for free.

There's finally hope for the future.

The residents of the downtown area lined up neatly in the square, some humming tunes, others talking about their future lives.

The downtown area seemed to come alive overnight, and smiles returned to people's faces.

Grave stood on the high platform; he hadn't slept for two whole nights.

He was somewhat dazed, and his physical exhaustion made him sway unsteadily, but the gazes of the residents in the lower city roused him.

Compared to the vague and ethereal Day of Redemption proposed by Pope Carlo, this was something he could truly see and touch. Although his aging body could no longer withstand the strain, now was the time to demonstrate the resilience of the Society of Truth, and he wanted to hold it firmly in his hands.

It was as if he had to personally distribute this batch of potions to families suffering from "Fang disease".

This is a good start.

He was surrounded by people's gratitude.

As the sun set and night quietly enveloped the sky, he could perhaps go home and get some rest if he just held on for another hour.

You can lie in bed and sleep soundly all day long.

Grave acted almost instinctively, and the thoughts that occasionally popped into his mind were only to keep himself from falling asleep on stage.

Until he heard a sharp sound.

The sound came from the crowd, drowning out people's gratitude and laughter, and for a moment it seemed to be the only sound in the world.

The feeling of disorientation intensified.

Grave could still faintly hear gasps and screams from the crowd.

After that noise, everyone's eyes were on him.

He saw the residents who hadn't left yet put the potion on the ground and rushed towards him without thinking.

Grave lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The dark red liquid soaked his old suit, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain. He just felt that everything in the lower city was getting further and further away from him, even the people who were rushing towards him.

His remaining consciousness did not last until people came to his side; darkness filled Grave's vision.

Sleepiness made him close his eyes.

"Pfft."

Grave heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground; it must have been the sound of a person falling from the platform to the ground.

(End of this chapter)