Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 890 - 180: Courageous Citizen (2)

At the end of the Seventh Epoch, the Goddess of Life will awaken all the slumbering True and Middle-Level Gods for the final battle against the Evil God breaking through the seal.

In that world-encompassing war, nearly all living beings will perish, and ultimately only 144,000 people will witness the advent of the Eighth Epoch.

The Crown of Dawn Cathedral in the Far West will become the last stronghold of humanity.

"This is the entrance ticket."

Ginny shook the pouch of money in her hand. Although she always scoffed at the Life Divine Teachings' prophecy of the Day of Destruction, she couldn't deny that there were many supporters of this prophecy in the Far West. She often reminded her fellow merchants not to speak rashly upon arriving here.

The internal strife in the Land of Machines had long concluded, and all the resistors of the Life Divine Teachings had been purged. Here, there was no need for the Church Court to act personally; if you uttered any disrespectful words about the Goddess or the court on the streets, you would be immediately attacked by fanatic believers.

"Those who haven't entered the Far West before the Day of Destruction are the first to be excluded from the ranks of survivors."

Ginny shrugged.

This is why people with some connections in the surrounding small countries sharpened their heads to cross the border.

"In the Far West, donating, reporting Evil God's Followers, or joining the Devoted Battle Group all contribute to the great work of salvation."

"Devoted Battle Group?"

"For those who can't find work after entering and can't make a living, joining the Devoted Battle Group is the only way out."

Ginny explained, "The Church Court has assembled a massive legion, but as for whom the war will be waged against, I do not know, nor is it something we can get involved in."

Hearing this, Ethan understood.

No wonder Ave went out of her way to hint at him to create a "fireplace explosion" incident before they set off and even sent the empire's intelligence department to the Far West border. It seems that Pope Carlo has not only severely affected the empire's international reputation but is also very likely secretly planning a war.

He has painted the empire as followers of the Evil God, so as believers of the True God, they have ample reason to launch a holy war in name.

These incoming outsiders who believe in the "Destruction Day" prophecy will become the best sacrificial "resources."

"Senzi, Dongzi, and Ba Zi, I know you're all smart. Once we enter, it's best not to discuss the court on the streets."

"Of course."

Then followed a long wait. When it was their turn, several hours had already passed.

The queue behind was still too long to see the end. It was lunchtime, and people in line took out their dry rations to munch on.

During this time, Ethan witnessed quite a few minor incidents—for example, several entrants triggered alarms shortly after entering the checkpoint. Several court enforcers, wielding mace-like weapons, pinned down the crying entrants and took them to the house next to the border checkpoint.

According to Ethan's observation, those entrants never emerged after being taken inside.

"Next."

A dry voice came from above.

At the end of the line, Ethan, with Little Dark on his head, walked into the not-so-spacious booth, immediately sensing a pair of eagle-sharp eyes focusing on him.

Ethan saw a face pale from long hours indoors; the skin was taut, with slightly protruding cheekbones. He sat behind thick bulletproof glass and iron bars, almost hidden within the cold lines cast by shadow and filing cabinets, wearing a dark blue uniform.

"The documents state you're a Sub-human."

The examiner's voice was low yet somewhat aggressive.

This was not a glamorous position in the Far West, yet it could easily decide the future of an entrant.

He glanced down at the documents Ethan submitted, emphasizing, "And not a human and a cat."

"I am the entrant."

Little Dark spoke up, "The one below is my symbiotic body. Don't yell at him; he just works without independent thought."

"Symbiotic body."

The examiner repeated, giving Ethan a few intense looks.

Little Dark's assertive speech added a measure of credibility; after all, there were few talking cats in the world. As for her manner of speaking—she was inherently bold, doubtless exuding a nonchalant confidence regardless of the situation.

With that, Little Dark tossed the pouch of money over, "This is my salvation donation."

The examiner nodded at the weight of the pouch, and immediately, the tightly furrowed brows relaxed somewhat.

He glanced at the documents again, stamping the immigration approval section.

"I hope you obey the law."

He said, extracting a wristband-like device from a drawer and pushing it towards Little Dark.

"Take it, Senzi."

Little Dark held her head high; such opportunities were rare—she now stood on Senzi's head and could remotely control Senzi's actions.

This was the best indicator of her household status—it was so elevated she could practically fly.

Ethan had just picked up and secured the documents, without having had a chance to put the odd wristband on his wrist, when a "bang" sounded from behind. Instantly, alarms blared, and piercing screams echoed from outside the booth.

A jolt ran through Ethan, thinking his identity was exposed, pondering where he had slipped up. Just then, a fierce impact from behind made the ground beneath his feet tremble.