Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 866 - 170: Virus Invades the Database

"Mr. Ethan, I've heard of your deeds."

On the prison terrace, the Prison Warden's forefinger gently slid across, and the space touched by the fingertips revealed rows of floating characters, which assembled together to gradually form a scene.

In the depths of the stars, an eye appeared faintly, and everything glanced by it grew flesh.

Insects, plants, animals, humans, and even the earth, sky, and oceans were no exception. The writhing limbs clustered together, gradually covering the planet's surface, transforming the entire planet into a continuously trembling organ.

"Old God, Bazatous, Father of Flesh and Evolution, you might be more accustomed to calling Him 'Celestial Father.'

Noticing Ethan's puzzled look, the Prison Warden said, "You immersed yourselves in the sacrificial rites of flesh and soul, once triggering countless plagues across various dimensions."

Her gaze fell on one line of floating characters, "67, this is the number of Death Stars you created."

Ethan wanted to speak several times, but the Prison Warden's confident demeanor, as if she had everything under control, made him a little embarrassed to interrupt.

He had never called Bazatous "Celestial Father," those familiar with Him would affectionately call Him Old Ba.

Moreover, he was not a believer of Old Ba, so the Prison Warden's accusations were entirely unfounded.

On the other hand, though, the Prison Warden did provide him with a lot of new information.

For instance, the 67 destroyed dimensions. He had also heard of the concept of "Death Stars" while training in the Guild, which was a term recorded in the investigator's manual that strictly prohibited entry or exploration.

This term stood for destruction and desolation. No life could kindle the spark of civilization on a "Death Star," and from a theoretical perspective, those destroyed dimensions had no exploratory value because all life was annihilated, leaving nothing but extinction and void.

However, the number "67" far exceeded the Guild's records of "Death Stars." Ethan remembered pulling the Guild's database during his crash course at Transfer Station 003. The number of confirmed "Death Stars" was 21.

The Prison Warden accused Bazatous and his followers of crimes, while Ethan meticulously studied the constantly shifting characters beside the image. It was amazing, as if the Prison Warden was operating an invisible tablet.

She had the potential of an orator, her tone impassioned and firm, portraying them as the righteous partners, while Ethan and other outsiders were the "cancer" attempting to bring plagues to their dimension.

When the Prison Warden wasn't looking, Ethan secretly operated the "invisible tablet" a few times and regretfully discovered that he didn't have permission to access the images.

In fact, he had long felt that the Guild was intricately connected to the God of Truth, which could be glimpsed from the teleportation anchor points they set up. They resembled a miniaturized God of Truth, and the Guild's prized database was nothing short of a miracle for "primitives" whose average level of technology had just entered the industrial age.

If "computers" never existed in your daily life, it's hard to conceptualize "data transmission" and "storage" systematically. From Ethan's perspective, the Guild's database seemed more like a concept of the "future" instilled by a Transmigrator into the primitives he encountered.

Now it seems, the God of Truth is that Transmigrator.

"How pitiful indeed."

The Prison Warden suddenly changed the subject, her gaze vaguely directed further away.

It was the place where the hero Solan once fought. Now he had stormed into the floating castle above the Imperial Capital with the Other Shore, and the lingering white radiance had long since faded away.

She appeared to be conversing with a soul long gone, "What you yearned for was not hope, but destruction."

She had already seen through Ethan's identity.

A few days ago, the night sky of Gear City was shrouded in a crimson hue, as a gaze from the depths of the universe descended upon this land.

After that, those who should have died gained immortality, and he would serve as the Apostle of the Celestial Father, bringing calamity to this world.

Such events had been recorded dozens of times in the God of Truth's archives, without exception.

At this moment, somewhere in the Imperial Capital, a blood plague was rapidly spreading.

The one who should have died had transformed into the Apostle of the Celestial Father, sowing the seeds of disaster.

"Mr. Ethan, it seems you've been rendered speechless."

The omnipresent characters instantly transformed into the Prison Warden's weapon, arranged behind her like an arsenal.

That day, Ethan finally witnessed the fighting style of the God of Truth's believers.

The strings of characters converged, countless floating cannons faintly appearing behind the Prison Warden.

Ave, a senior believer of the God of Truth, once mentioned that the powers of the Truth believers were closely linked to their knowledge and insights, which helped Ethan understand the essence of the Prison Warden's power.

Those hundreds of floating cannons were merely one manifestation of her immense knowledge. They could transform at any moment into a charging dragon, a falling star, or any tangible object in the world.

"Now, I will expose your final layer of disguise."

The Prison Warden floated in mid-air, her body overlapping with the silver-white sun in the sky.