Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 867 - 170: Virus Invasion of the Database_2

Pure, holy, yet overwhelmingly oppressive.

"Your 'flour element' is nothing but an illusion cast by the power of the Evil God infecting the material world. Such tricks are worthless before me!"

With a wave of her right hand, the floating cannons in the sky locked firmly onto Ethan.

——"Come on, minion of the Evil God! The 'Gatekeeper' Olivia Villanus will ensure you meet your end here!"

Ethan looked up, confronting Olivia in the night sky, who was like a "great archangel," her body infused with silvery-white energy, making her resemble a crescent moon hovering over the Imperial Capital.

Full of grandeur, the only regret was that Olivia completely misinterpreted the flour element.

It seems even the Believers of the God of Truth cannot escape preconceived constraints.

No explanation would suffice, for Olivia assumed he was a disciple of Bazatous.

The next moment, an uninvited guest intervened in the impending battle.

Before Ethan could display the "pizza techniques" he had devised along the way, a white cat, under the moonlight and with a hunting demeanor, fiercely collided into Olivia.

Caught off guard, all the floating cannons veered off course, and Olivia turned into a stream of light, crashing heavily to the ground.

Even Ethan was startled by this sudden assault.

This was not the combat style he was familiar with.

In his impression, Lindong followed the most traditional mage route, avoiding contact with enemies during battle as much as possible. Yet, the cat that suddenly appeared was like a Berserker, relentlessly pursuing Olivia to the ground after knocking her away.

He and the cat exchanged a glance, receiving a warning from its crimson eyes.

——Do not interfere in their battle, or the cat will hiss.

Ethan withdrew back from the terrace, lost in thought.

He didn't understand who had provoked Lindong or why the cat seemed so furious today.

Could it be that she and Olivia were old acquaintances with a history of grudges?

In his confusion, curses carrying an ominous chill wafted up from below the terrace, chilling Ethan to the bone.

"That's what you get for stealing my spot, that's what you get for stealing my spot!"

Olivia awkwardly dodged the close-quarter assault, a mix of scorching and chilling pain spreading from her forehead—if her instincts weren't wrong, the cat had tried to pull her hair!

Before she could steady herself, the tenacious white cat whipped up a cold wind, crashing into her once more.

"Will you still try to steal the back seat of my motorbike!"

The scarlet pupils were filled with murderous intent.

Olivia once again hurriedly retreated.

No, who said anything about stealing your motorbike seat?

Ethan watched from the terrace as the two white streaks of light intertwined until they vanished into the night, leaving him standing alone on the terrace, solitary and awkward.

However, Ethan soon spotted another figure as idle as himself.

The silvery-white sun in the sky seemed to join the spectators, gazing down at the battling Lindong and Olivia. Ethan and the silvery-white sun suddenly experienced a slight telepathic connection, their gazes inexplicably aligning.

After a long stare, Ethan finally understood, tentatively asking, "A game?"

The silvery-white sun did not respond.

Ethan thought, usually, such a silence could be taken as consent, especially when the atmosphere turned awkward, and now the question was how to approach that sun?

Like the powerful leap of the Other Shore, creating a crater on the surface to propel himself skyward?

He immediately dismissed this rash idea.

Even setting aside visual distortion, the most likely outcome of such an action would be crashing headfirst into an invisible barrier after leaping past the airborne fortress.

Through Little Dark's eyes, he glimpsed the memories Solan received in his dying moments.

The first-generation hero wielding a sword against the "new god," whose soul fragments turned into birds upon death; the village fisherman opined it touched the edge of the world, but to Ethan, it seemed more like crashing into the outer wall of a "birdcage."

In those memories, Ethan also saw the Crimson Queen, revealing the identity of the first-generation hero.

He discovered the whereabouts of the missing Silver King.

So that's how it is.

Ethan felt he was understanding everything. Those lingering memories were both an inheritance and a message the Silver King wished to leave for his companions, containing the secrets of meeting the new god, though Solan hadn't perceived the mystery.

With this realization, he decisively tossed aside the now-cold pizza in his hand, originally intended as a weapon for his final duel with the Prison Warden. Now, it served its final purpose, disintegrating in the night sky, returning to its original form, as the flour dispersed into white mist.

The flour transformed into countless tiny, softly glowing stars, bursting forth with astonishing speed, splattering outward.

Crimson sparks flickered, instantly forming a connected sheet.

The leaping tongues of flame appeared to shatter a panel of black glass, creating an irregular multidimensional fissure across the canvas of the night sky, its edges glittering with dancing strings, leading into a deeper, absolute void capable of consuming all light and hope.