Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 865 - 169: The New God Has Arrived (Part 2)

After the golden radiant light dispersed, it took more than ten seconds before a shadow emerged from the ground.

She raised her head, gazing at the sky, looking at the Other Shore and Solan disappearing into the castle, speechless with emotion.

"There's no helping it, let this Demon King lend you a hand!"

Meiliya thought of saying this, but now she was dumbfounded on the spot, "Hey, I haven't gotten on the ride yet!"

Her shout reminded the metal creations that were flipped out by the Other Shore's aftermath. She was the only living being left on this battlefield, and naturally, all those cold gazes concentrated on her.

Meiliya admitted she was sweating.

Earlier, she had tried to launch a sneak attack on these twisted creations; the results were obvious.

The ten-meter-tall stitched monster on the battlefield, taller than a house, was her "masterpiece."

Meiliya looked around and then glanced at the Imperial Army who had already fled far away, and all her thoughts condensed into one word, "Help—!"

The shadow dragged Qina, whom she was possessing, back into the ground, pursuing in the direction the main troop was fleeing.

However, the situation on the other side was equally dire. When Meiliya finally caught up with the main troop, she found this team—mixed with nobles, Imperial Army, civilians, and rebels—had already suffered heavy casualties. They had hidden in the Imperial Capital's civilian area under the relentless pursuit of the creations.

This was the place nobles usually loathed the most, with many viewing it as a "den of plague."

Some nobles firmly believed that civilians carried viruses and were committed to advancing legislation to prevent civilians from breathing the same air as them. However, now, under the pursuit of those metal creations, they had no choice but to hide in the "den of plague."

Only the houses here were spared from the "downpour" corrosion, and those twisted creations roamed outside the civilian area. It seemed they didn't like this place either.

In less than an hour, the vast Imperial Capital was left with only three areas untainted by the "downpour."

The Royal City, inside the prison, and the civilian area.

The survivors only got a brief respite, and they quickly realized a more serious problem.

The paths to escape the Imperial Capital were occupied by the twisted creations. The city walls and garrison were even the first targets of the "downpour" attack, aiming to trap everyone inside this city.

Soon, Meiliya noticed that the mutations were not stopping.

The corpses and wounded outside the civilian area were somehow spared the "downpour" corrosion. Before fleeing, she had overheard a conversation between Solan and the Other Shore, initially thinking Henry VI despised the defense here from the bottom of his heart and was unwilling to include the defense and civilians here into his "Metal Legion."

While she was in doubt, the bodies and injured on the edge of the civilian area began to change.

It was a mutation entirely different from the "downpour"; Meiliya clearly saw the growth of flesh sprouts emerging from the mutilated limbs, and the wounded, not yet dead, let out shrieks due to bodily changes, closing their eyes in fear and pain, but soon, the screams subsided.

Meiliya kept observing the changes happening on the bodies and wounded.

The mutilated limbs were mended in a short time. She even witnessed a corpse, having lost half its head, slowly crawling up from the ground. Even the "corpse" itself was extremely shocked, reaching out in awe to touch the regrown half of its head.

?

Meiliya's eyes went wide.

What kind of demon art is this?

She was well aware that even the Great Sage Sera's spells couldn't bring a half-headed corpse back to life, not to mention that the method of resurrection was entirely different from that of a Priest; it was more akin to the way the "downpour" contorted corpses and buildings, more... simple and brutal.

The survivors trapped in the civilian area soon discovered this horrifying scene. They fearfully grabbed any weapon they could find, bluffing to block these resurrected blood-flesh monsters from entering the civilian area.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

A deep voice came from behind the resurrected crowd.

In an instant, everyone recognized the speaker's identity, as days ago, Lance was one of the empire's most wanted criminals, with posters plastered across cities' streets. Some rumors said he'd been caught by the Simpler Clan and sent to prison.

"To resist a 'god,' what you need is the blessing of another god!"

"What do you mean?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, unable to let go of their distrust towards Lance, especially given Lance's own strange changes.

Before being wanted by the empire, he was hailed as "the strongest man of the empire," known for being silent yet trustworthy, like an elder brother to his team. But now, he spread his arms to all survivors like a priest preaching.

——"It is time to open our hearts to our Celestial Father and Savior!"

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

Meanwhile, outside the prison.

The war was nearing its end—concluding with the metal creations' absolute victory; looking around, no living creature could be seen on the battlefield.

Oh, maybe there was one that slipped through the net.

The Prison Warden was thoroughly enjoying this most severe rebellion since the empire's founding. She turned her gaze to the old man dragging the unconscious Balmon back to the prison. This short-statured old man showed sharp judgment, finding a safe spot in prison while everyone else fled the Imperial Capital.

"Occasionally appreciating a mortal's war can be quite amusing..."

The Prison Warden murmured softly.

She gradually began to understand the empire's nobles' hobby. No wonder they were always sending civilians to the Gladiatorial Arena, sitting in the audience to watch them slit each other's throats with weapons.

Once all this was over, she might also push for such performances in the prison.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she spoke without turning around, "Isn't that right, Mr. Ethan?"

The bloody smell in the air vanished, replaced by the fresh aroma of new pizza dispersing the pungent odors.

Ethan did not answer her question, instead asked, "Have you read that Sheepskin Book thoroughly? On the left is Margaret's sausage pizza, and on the right is the classic Margaret pizza."

The development exceeded his expectations.

He thought the Prison Warden was the "final Boss" of this journey, yet there was another expert.

No wonder even the "guild" couldn't calculate this plane's coordinates; the cage created during the "new birth" blocked all communications of this plane. Theoretically, they're now inside the "new god's" belly.

Although labeled as "new god," it was actually an old friend Ethan had heard of many times.

God of Truth.

After inciting the war between humans and the Old Gods, it vanished without a trace since the First Epoch's arrival. Now, one of Ethan's long-baffling questions was answered.

It was the God of Truth's reason for inciting the war and sealing the Old Gods.

"I won't be needing any, thank you."

The Prison Warden replied softly.

"I have completely figured it out."

Ethan glanced up at the silvery white "sun" overlooking the ground, its presence explained everything.

"It extracted all the information through war, finding the path to ascend to godhood."

This was different from what humans called the "True God" and "Middle-Level God"; the existence of this prison proved that the God of Truth indeed ascended to the same level as Old Gods like Old Ba through calculation.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

The Warden seemed immersed in the silvery white brilliance, for a devout believer, being watched by "God" was the greatest reward.

All thanks to Ethan and others' arrival.

"Very inspirational,"

Ethan objectively commented.

"So, Mr. Ethan, how do you plan to oppose a 'deity'?"