Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 873 - 173:

When the majestic verdict reached the ears of the Other Shore and Solan, the response was shock from Henry VI and a long silence.

In fact, Henry VI was far more shocked than the two, not to mention these two intruders, even he did not know what he was saying. Earlier, he had only used the power bestowed upon him by the "spark". In theory, these two should have been sliced into pieces just like Balmon had been, rather than standing there on the steps looking at him with eyes full of compassion for a senile old man!

Something must have gone wrong!

After the Golden Fleet was destroyed by the slash that spanned the sky, he should have fallen along with the fleet, but instead, he was blessed in disguise. The gaze of the "new god" made his power far surpass the past, and a simple idea emerged in his mind, allowing him to reorganize the shattered fleet into a stronger aerial fortress.

The new god transformed him, and Henry VI knew that now he was chosen by the new god, just like Prison Warden Oliva-Vilannus.

He had transcended beyond the King. He no longer needed loyal subordinates, nor subjects who served him. His thoughts could directly interfere with the operation of the real world, making this kingdom and even the world truly his alone.

The mechanical creations eroded by the "spark" were the kingdom's key components for the future.

That's the way it ought to be!

Anger flashed in the eyes of Henry VI.

Enough!

The farce should come to an end!

The majestic figure on the throne waved his right hand, his aura was stronger than ever before.

He didn't know what trickery these intruders used against him, but none of it mattered anymore.

Let you behold the might of the new god!

He stood up from the throne like a general going to battle.

——"Asigahaya Kunaelong, Majiliwayamanbo!"

Nothing happened.

Solan, who couldn't bear to watch anymore, flashed across the heavy steps and reached the throne. With a kick, he sent the seemingly deranged monarch, who was muttering nonsense, crashing down from the throne.

Abandoning the Imperial Army that fought for him and issuing an order to bombard the entire Imperial Capital, perhaps long before this Henry VI had already lost his mind.

The moment had finally arrived.

Solan watched Henry VI roll and crawl, pressing his face to the ground in an extremely humiliating way, now cowering before the Other Shore. If he was willing, he could easily end this tyrant's life with just another strike.

He never imagined he could reach this point. For someone assessed as mid third-tier, he typically wouldn't have the chance to confront a tyrant head-on.

Solan's heart felt relieved, yet he was followed by deep confusion.

He never expected this imagined ultimate showdown to end in such a way. He had occasionally imagined the one-in-ten-thousand chance of victory. Solan firmly believed if he won this battle, he must be on the path of justice, aided by the power of the first hero to overcome obstacles.

Even when pierced by Ilya's magic bullets on the battlefield, surrounded by the Imperial Army, he still believed justice was real.

Because he met the Other Shore, met Ethan and Miss Lindong Witch, learned of Balmon's and Violet Commune's past, and the war initiated by them was already a step further beyond the old Violet Commune—this was why he was publicly executing the Eldest Prince.

He wanted to change the thoughts buried deep in people's hearts—Royalty and nobility were not invincible. They were just like you and me; once their heads are severed, they die.

Even if justice could not be realized in this era, Solan believed that one day in the future, a new hero would appear in this empire, inheriting his and his predecessors' will, wielding the sword against the darkness of the empire.

And if he managed to achieve victory, it would surely be due to Henry VI's deserved fate.

He, as a king, betrayed his subordinates, betrayed his people.

But...

The reality was entirely different.

Henry VI's defeat had nothing to do with the grand justice Solan imagined; it was purely because he suddenly acted irrationally, starting to babble incomprehensible words.

An empty victory rendered Solan's prepared rebuke useless.

The only one seeing the truth, the Other Shore, stepped before Henry VI. Her hand withdrew from the hilt of the Sword of Oath and Victory; facing such a Henry VI, there was no need to draw the sword anymore.

But the scene before her was somewhat peculiar.

In the empire she knew, Henry VI was a great knight; he had upheld the Knight Lord's will till the last moment, despite being schemed against by Pope Julius in his twilight years. However, the wretched tyrant in front of her was completely different, possessing a healthy and strong physique, with a closer bond to the "god".

Yet, he became an existence far more corrupt and depraved than Pope Julius, and it was no wonder the Silver Radiance Empire needed no other Julius.

"Are you confused?"

The Other Shore looked down expressionlessly at the clueless, twitching tyrant before her; it was evidently not caused by Solan's kick earlier.

"The god who granted you the 'spark' has encountered a problem."

She now had some clarity. In fact, when Henry VI on the throne first spoke, she had a vague familiarity with that "Old God's language", and after some brainstorming, she finally recalled where she had heard these "Old God's language".