Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 493 Do you have anything to say?

Regardless, Mary initiated special training for the members of the special operations team, focusing on combat magic that had been lost to the Vatican for a long time, with the Sword of Damocles being one of the techniques.

"Take this! Super Flying Dive!"

Meanwhile, another duel was raging on the rooftop of a hotel in the lower city.

Ethan leaped high into the air, launching a standard diving attack at his opponent, Winter. However, Winter effortlessly parried his seemingly sure-fire strike, taking a step back and using her body as a pivot to deflect Ethan's impact.

"impossible!"

Ethan was startled. Before he could create distance between himself and Winter, she grabbed his shoulder firmly from behind. Then she tripped him, and the two fell to the ground. She used her legs nimbly to immobilize Ethan using a contortionist technique.

Less than a minute into the battle, Winter dragged it into a ground fight.

Ethan was deeply shocked.

This is clearly a highly refined form of energy dissipation and naked chokehold!
He had no idea where Winter had learned all this.

“When I was teaching at the academy, a wandering martial monk came to visit. The principal was conducting related research and believed that some of the martial monk’s techniques could increase the efficiency of meditation.”

Winter spoke gently, but her grip on Ethan's arms and legs remained firm. "I practiced martial arts with her for a while."

Ethan's vision went black.

His second day of "cat-training" plan had just begun when he suffered a major setback. He underestimated Winter himself. He thought it would just be a battle of weaklings, but he didn't expect that the only weakling was himself. Although Winter wasn't very strong, he was very skillful. In comparison, his "super pounce" was a name he came up with on a whim, just to shout it out to increase the momentum of his attack.

“My monk friend also told me some basic close combat concepts. She said that people like you who jump high at the beginning of a fight are mostly novices who know nothing about martial arts. Putting them in the duel arena is no different from admitting defeat.”

Winter whispered in Ethan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "You invited me all to the rooftop by yourself, were you deliberately trying to lose to me?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, and Ethan felt two soft mounds pressing against his back.

Things didn't go as he expected at all!
To give his Winter a better "cat-training" experience, Ethan specially designed many fun little activities. They couldn't just sit on a bench on the street every day and start eating non-stop, could they? So today, as soon as he returned to the hotel, he used Mary's special training as a starting point and naturally invited Winter to the rooftop for a while.

He even stayed at Mary's teaching site to observe for a while. According to his understanding, the technique Mary taught the group was a spell that was somewhere between physics and magic. To explain it in a simpler way, it was about condensing magic into weapons to directly kill people.

This was very enlightening for Ethan, because theoretically Mary's spell transcended the boundaries of the path, and any supernatural being with magic could imitate it once the principles were grasped.

Even within the Cult of Life, Mary's fighting style was the most unconventional.

It's no wonder that with Mary's passing, the Church's combat priests disappeared, and for the next thousand years, they completely took on the role of support and healer.

Ethan had a deep understanding of the theory of magic, so he quickly understood the principles of Mary's spell and even felt a little invincible at one point.

The "Super Flying Dive" is a product of this concept.

Ethan skillfully imbued the soles of his shoes with magic, and with this jump, he was more than two meters high. If this were on a basketball court, he could have dunked.

He also keenly observed Winter's weakness. Those who knew Winter well knew that she was a person who never gave up. According to his plan, today's schedule would be spent with Winter challenging him again after each defeat. By evening, she would be so tired that she would fall asleep as soon as she returned to her room, and she would have no mind to think about anything else.

However, all of Ethan's dreams were ruthlessly intercepted by the "Winter Interceptor Missile".

"Say something! Did you lose to me on purpose?"

Winter was still relentlessly mocking him from behind, "Just like those female knights in stories who deliberately lose to their enemies, your next line should be 'Grumble, kill me,' right?"

Outrageous!

As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Can Ethan, a man of honor and passion, withstand such ridicule?
“This one doesn’t count!”

He struggled and shouted, "It snowed last night, the floor was too slippery, I lost my balance, it doesn't count!"

These are all fairly objective reasons.

"Fine, I'll make you admit defeat right now."

Winter smiled and released her grip on Ethan's arms and legs, and the two separated again. She stood there, her body full of openings in Ethan's eyes.

This time, Ethan was smarter and took the advice of the unknown monk into account.

He was indeed rash just now. Even in a fighting game, jumping around at the start is just asking for trouble... Right, fighting games!

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he immediately had a plan.

……

There is no airtight wall in this world.

Xiao An was the first to notice the commotion at the hotel. They had been playing bridge all night with that fat sheep who had appeared out of nowhere. With the fat sheep joining them, she was no longer the weakest one at the poker table.

Xiao An had high hopes for this human who could lose 27 consecutive hands, until he lost all his chips and still claimed that he could still use his clothes as collateral, so he decided to invite him to the card game again tonight.

As for Ethan...

This person has already been blacklisted by her at the poker table.

Ethan taught them bridge, and Xiao An strongly suspects that Senzi must have mastered some cheating techniques that they don't know about, otherwise how could someone win a whole night in a row?
Just as Xiao An was about to tell Ethan that she had found a new card-playing partner, she sensed a noise coming from the roof of the hotel.

Thus, the news of Ethan's duel with Winter at the top of the inn spread like wildfire throughout Oasis City and even the entire world. In fact, half an hour later, the news reached the ears of the academy dean, who was over 80 years old. He jumped up from his chair and paced back and forth in the room in a panic.

He only regretted that he had not mastered the secrets of the spatial teleportation spell, and could not come to Oasis City to witness the battle between the two strongest elemental energizers of the Sixth Era, which may also be the strongest in history.

Even just a glimpse of the exquisite magic they use in battle can save many elemental energizers years of hard work.

With tears in his eyes, the old man could only entrust the wind elemental, who was wandering around the academy, with the hope that she would record firsthand information from the scene.

If he could obtain this information, his academic research for the next few years would be secured.

"stop."

Meanwhile, Mary, who was personally guiding the three in the Upper East Side, also heard about this, and she couldn't help but smile.

Although Moriko had said on the surface that she wouldn't help him in this matter, he was kind-hearted despite his sharp tongue, and he had only been back for a short time before he hinted at it to her in this way.

“You all come with me.”

"Where?"

Salman asked, puzzled.

Their progress was extremely slow. The knowledge Mary was imparting to them was too profound. He meditated for a whole morning but still couldn't figure out the trick to establishing a connection with magic. The same was true for Leon and Grave. The path of the Truth Society was also different from the orthodox magic-based professions.

"Go and witness it, go and feel it."

Mary smiled and said, "This is a duel between the world's strongest."

Although Moriko doesn't usually like to fight, he fully deserves this assessment.

Moriko had once neutralized her strongest magic in the capital, and in Mary's mind, he had long since reached the same level as the evil gods represented by Barzatos. Witnessing a duel of this caliber would broaden the horizons of the three of them.

Mary remembered Ethan mentioning in a recent conversation that imagination becomes especially important once power reaches a certain level—the "flour element" created by Ethan was the best example of this, an elemental spirit that had never been recorded by the academy before.

"Speaking of which, I haven't formally introduced Moriko to you yet."

I've heard a little about him.

"Leon said."

Although he mostly encountered scandals of the Empire in the far west, he could sense Pope Carlo's concern and fear of Ethan. He had always regarded Ethan as a hypothetical enemy, collecting the goddess's remains and forming alliances with all the sects in the far west, all for a common purpose—to defeat Ethan head-on on the battlefield.

Although Carlo never admitted it, it is not difficult to infer from his actions that Carlo believed they needed to rely on the power of the goddess of life to fight against Ethan.

This also explains the fall of the Holy City and Carlo's death.

His relentless efforts to excavate the goddess's remains backfired. He eventually succeeded in summoning the goddess back, but in doing so, he also awakened something else.

"Your understanding of Ethan is less than one ten-thousandth of the truth."

Mary felt that Leon couldn't be blamed for this, since no one could imagine humans chatting and laughing with evil gods.

They climbed the hotel stairs all the way up to the top floor.

When they arrived, a large crowd had already gathered at the duel site.

Among the members of the Demi-human Merchant Guild, several were incarnations of natural elements. Standing at the very front of them was none other than the girl with twin ponytails. When Salman saw Xiao An, he was slightly taken aback, as the humiliation of losing all his chips last night was still fresh in his mind.

He also spotted the demi-human woman with seven eyes in the crowd.

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully, you are about to witness the most important battle of this era..."

Mary's excited introduction caught in her throat.

Moriko was indeed in the midst of a battle, and judging from the scene, he was at a complete disadvantage—lying on his back on the ground, his left arm held in place by Frost, who was fighting him fiercely, and his long legs clamped around his chest, making him unable to move on the ground.

Mary's lips moved, her eyelids twitching violently. "The most important...what was it again?"

"Moriko, quickly switch to her mid lane!"

Xiao An waved her fists, cheering for Ethan. She didn't forget to add her own agenda: as a flat-chested person, she had long disliked the two mounds of flesh on Winter's chest. Whether Mori could win or not was not important; what mattered was to give Winter a thorough dressing down in this battle.

A battle did break out, but in a way that Mary hadn't expected.

Moreover, they seemed to have arrived too late; the battle was already nearing its end.

After dragging the duel into a ground battle once again, Winter asked smugly, "Do you have anything to say?"

A victor's smile graced her face.

Ethan's face flushed red, and he didn't forget to glare fiercely at Xiao An.

This keycap has attracted so many people to come and watch him all at once!

He steeled his resolve, looking like he was ready to go all out, and said, "If you have nothing more to say, please do it now!"

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

Although the war of elemental shapers that would overturn the entire era never truly began, Mary and her companions' trip was still worthwhile. After meditating all morning, the three of them were starving, and they arrived just in time for a feast. The demi-people of the Neutral Merchant Guild brought a chef, tidied up the inn a bit, and transformed it into a luxurious banquet hall.

In the small room, Ethan brushed the dust off his clothes. His expression was normal, as if the defeated man had nothing to do with him.

Soon, the three of them could no longer focus their attention on him.

When they learned the true identity of the seven-eyed woman, the three were dumbfounded. Salman was so startled that he fell backward off his chair, muttering, "Baba, Bababazatos!"

You might not believe it, but he played bridge at the same table as the evil god!
Salman could imagine the reaction of his wife and his prison guards when they found out—they would definitely think he was drunk and had gone insane.

Even Leon's brain was racing, clearly struggling to process this sudden information. He calmly took out his pen and poked a hole in the back of his hand.

The fact that I feel pain and am bleeding means this is not a dream.

But is there really such an unbelievable thing in this world?

In the early morning, they decided to stay and fight against the corruption of Bazarian, and at noon they ate at the same table with the evil god Bazartos.

“Mary, I heard about your situation from Old Sen.”

Bazarus spoke, shaking his head, "You still haven't escaped the human mindset."

Whether taking on the role of a real mayor or acting as a mentor to the three, it's all part of the human way of thinking.

In fact, after understanding the secrets of the power of the goddess of life, Mary had reached a higher level. What truly restricted her was her mindset limited by her human identity.

Has anyone ever heard of an evil god descending upon believers and instructing them on their spiritual practice from the very basics?

Mary still did not grasp the true meaning of "blessing".

Upon hearing this, Mary returned a puzzled look.

These days she was exhausted, yet her efforts could not compare to the fruits that Bazarian had casually bestowed upon her followers. The fact that the three of them could not complete their meditation made her feel even more frustrated.

One of the seven-eyed woman's eyes glanced out the window. A butterfly, its wings still fluttering, was flying past the hotel window. The snow from the previous night had soaked its wings, and the cold temperature made it sway precariously.

However, the next moment, the flapping wings twisted together with the butterfly's flesh and blood, shrinking into a lump of flesh.

The mass of flesh did not fall; instead, it hovered and began to undergo an even more violent transformation. The crisp sound of bones piercing soft tissue rang in the room. First came pale claws, then a long, spiky tail, and then a skull with two eerie green flames burning in its eye sockets. The wings were no longer membranous but enormous bone wings made up of countless slender bone plates with edges as sharp as knives.

The moment the transformation was complete, the dragon, composed entirely of pale bones, suddenly spread its bony wings. It hissed silently and soared into the sky, its posture both elegant and blasphemous, traversing the polluted sky before finally shrinking into a tiny black dot.

There was silence in the room.

Just now, they witnessed a transformation even more visually striking than the fruit of Bazalian.

Before a true evil god, no interaction is needed; a simple glance is enough to alter the structure of a living being.

"We listen, we give."

This was the first time Bazartos had attempted to teach others—a way of thinking that was easy for humans to understand.

It requires no logic, nor does it need to satisfy common sense.

Because the existence of God transcends logic and common sense.

(End of this chapter)