Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 853 - 165: Let’s Burn This City to Ashes_2

They had to admit Lance had spruced himself up a bit and definitely fit the mold of a rugged handsome guy. Many noble ladies were fond of this type, as he could provide them with a sense of security when traveling.

To them, Lance's behavior seemed to have fallen in love.

At the worst time and place, he encountered the woman he admired with the worst identity.

"Hiss—"

Thinking of this, the prison guards gasped, unable to continue imagining; the terrifying scenarios that might follow would haunt their dreams for days.

Yet Lance wasn't idle—he changed into a new outfit, deliberately tidied his hair, shaved the beard he had neglected due to being imprisoned, and then set off spiritedly to the home of the Thousand-faced Witch, no different from a man heading for a date.

The prison guards didn't follow any further, watching Lance disappear beyond the door.

The arrival of Lance was quite unexpected for the Thousand-faced Witch.

She was still savoring the praise she received not long ago and was prepared to be deceived and betrayed by Lance. Usually, after being granted such rare "breathing room," his next plan would be to escape for sure. However, this time, the witch, who understood people's minds, once again guessed wrong.

She couldn't resist peeking into Lance's mind, learning the purpose of his visit.

He came solely for her.

This was nothing new to Antina Baroque, who once had countless suitors, but since becoming the Thousand-faced Witch and entering this prison, everything human-related had long left her.

She took the "fire seed," obtained everything she fantasized about, yet lost everything.

Even the face she prided herself on losing.

And now, hundreds of years after Henry III had passed, the first man who carefully groomed himself, and remained captivated even after seeing the face behind the mask, stood before her, cracks seemed to appear in something long sealed.

"It's a pity that if this weren't a prison, I would have prepared a more fitting gift for you."

Lance, with his rugged charm, now displayed manners comparable to high-society nobles.

"What is it?"

The Thousand-faced Witch suppressed her inner emotions, feigned indifference, and asked.

This was conditional reflex, a social strategy exclusive to the noble lady Antina Baroque.

For men she meets for the first time, she shouldn't be too enthusiastic; an appropriate sense of distance makes them yearn.

"I can see the troubles deep within your heart."

Lance stared at her face.

The Thousand-faced Witch frowned slightly, her heart tense from Lance's words. She peeked into Lance's mind again, understanding the deep meaning of his words.

And in the fifth level of the prison, any conversation about her appearance would bring death to those people.

No matter how eloquent they were, they couldn't hide the thoughts deep in their hearts.

The Thousand-faced Witch just stood quietly, canceling the mind reading, because this time she suddenly didn't want to know the answer in advance.

"Miss Witch, I want to take some of your time."

Lance, sincere and candid, "I hope to talk to you about our Celestial Father, maybe it can resolve your troubles."

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

Meanwhile, on the other side, the hero Solan was also ready to move forward.

They found a large amount of prison information in the abode of the King of Gluttony, including the way to the fifth level.

Not long ago, they learned the reason why the blood-soaked prison guard was panicked and lost.

The King of Gluttony was dead.

They found Qina in the Circular Colosseum now occupied by pizza. She told the two about what happened not long ago.

Once again, Mr. Ethan appeared at a critical moment.

He was riding a ghostfire motorcycle, with an unfamiliar old woman with blonde hair on the back seat.

There were many mysteries in Ethan beyond common logic. Last time, he summoned an eye suspended above the sky in the rebel camp, dyeing the entire sky blood red, and this time, he used two boxes of pizza delivery to defeat the invincible King of Gluttony.

According to Ethan's words, the King of Gluttony died from overeating.

This served as a warning to everyone about the dangers of staying up late, overtime, and overeating.

Melia, listening on the side, turned pale—are people in that world all monsters she asked.

She found a large amount of information related to "fire seed" in the abode of the King of Gluttony. According to her compiled "New Combat System," it wasn't difficult to deduce that although the King of Gluttony failed in fusion and turned into a fat man, he also broke through the fourth-level shackles because of this, reaching the realm of the "Saint."

And according to the Other Shore's narration, an insurmountable chasm exists between the Saint and the fourth-level Transcendent. To be more specific, in a narrow encounter, she and the Hero Squad combined could only feed the King of Gluttony half-full.

But such a formidable enemy, insurmountable at this stage, was defeated by two boxes of pizza casually brought out by Ethan.

The woman of the Other Shore didn't clearly divide the realms above Saint for her, only implying that there are more powerful existences in this world than Saints.

These existences themselves, are already closely tied to myths and legends from various places.

Melia felt the road ahead was dark, particularly with the recent intense sense of disillusionment.

Before encountering the Other Shore, she thought the Demon King and Hero stood at the pinnacle of the world. However, even within the Silver Radiance Empire, numerous "hidden masters" could easily dispose of them, and these "hidden masters" are all related to the "fire seed."

"We're going to the fifth level."

Solan said, having made the decision.

His mood was more solemn than before the last battle with the Demon King. At that time, he held firm belief in victory and infinite longing for defeating the Demon King. But recent events made him realize all those thoughts were just a big dream.

The nobles of the empire wove a dream for him and everyone in the kingdom, and he once aided the false hope along.

The nobles won't change, the Royal Family won't change, and neither will the empire.

The beautiful dream ended, leaving only the harsh reality.

Thus, he developed another conviction.

Solan knew very well that when he decided to go to the fifth level, his end was already doomed.

They still didn't know the secret of the "fire seed," nor how many monsters like the King of Gluttony the Henry Royal Family had created in the thousand years since the empire was established.

But he knew Lance was striving somewhere on the fifth level, and outside the prison, Zophie must be taking action.

This task was a thousand times more difficult than defeating the Demon King. If placed in the Adventurer's Guild, it should be classified as an unprecedented "SSS" level.

Solan took a deep breath.

He retrieved the sword confiscated by the guards and untied the shackles restricting his movements.

As a hero, he would set off again. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

For the justice he believes in, and those still immersed in false hope.

"Melia, Qina."

Solan raised the long sword in his hand, his gaze unprecedentedly determined, "Let's burn this city to ashes!"

...

"Boom—!"

The thunderous explosion echoed for a long time in the Prison Warden's room, even catching Cedric Thorn off guard, flinging him several meters away due to the aftershock of the blast.

Not long ago, a prison guard, covered in blood, hurriedly rushed into this room.

The guard clutched a sheepskin book tightly, throwing caution to the wind, charging straight to the Prison Warden.

However, before he could speak, his body suddenly expanded several times, erupting into a dazzling blaze before their gaze.

Cedric barely stabilized his stance, almost immediately looking at the Prison Warden.

Facing the explosion at close range, the Prison Warden didn't step back, and even her clothes weren't slightly damaged.

The aftershock of the explosion lifted her skirt, and the sheepskin book thrown by the flames gently fell into her hands.

"Flour Element Handbook — Little Dark."

Such words were written on the cover.

The Prison Warden shifted her gaze toward him, a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, "Are you ready?"

She paused for a moment, "Just as foretold, the enemy of God has arrived."