Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 915 - 190: I Didn’t Offend Anyone

"Enough, Carlo!"

Yayouma shouted harshly, taking a half-step back, tightly gripping the scepter symbolizing the "Spirit Mother" of the sect leader, assuming a combat stance.

Her withered hair was lifted by gathered spiritual power, and her eyes, blinded by the vision of fate, emitted a faint blue glow.

For a long time, she believed that although Carlo was a fanatic and biased, his personal charisma and highly inflammatory speech could firmly unite the sects and people of the Far West. At the end of the Sixth Epoch, this land needed someone to take charge.

Carlo was such a born leader.

No matter what others said, Yayouma firmly believed in the existence of the Day of Destruction because she once glimpsed the future of this world during a séance. She saw the flying objects obscuring the sky during the destruction’s arrival, and the black steel descending from the sky was enough to destroy the entire surface.

She also perceived the culprit on the steel throne bringing destruction to everyone.

It possessed power that defied reason; just a glance burned her eyes, condemning her to a life of darkness. But because of this, Yayouma forever imprinted that terrifying figure in her memory.

To make ample preparations before the destroyer arrived, she considered supporting a radical like Carlo to take power as necessary... at least, that was what Yayouma thought.

However, when she faced Carlo’s evil research hidden beneath the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, she realized she had made a huge mistake.

The energy emanating from the "brain" was clearly the power of Bazatous.

"Yayouma, what are you doing?"

Carlo asked in an innocent yet puzzled tone, the excitement he felt from sharing joy with his comrades vanished entirely due to Yayouma’s unexpected reaction.

This was clearly an exhilarating moment, symbolizing that they had firmly grasped the power capable of changing the world. He had awakened the true form of the holy relic, and these legacies left to them by the Goddess of Life would deal a fatal blow to the empire.

"You’ve been completely blinded by hatred!"

"Hatred? While I indeed resent the empire, I’d never let personal emotions affect our great work. Everything I’ve done is to prepare for the arrival of the Seventh Epoch. The empire must perish; it’s the inevitable course of history — don’t you understand? As long as the empire exists, the Seventh Epoch will never come."

Carlo eloquently argued.

His close friend Julius left him many clues before his death.

The repeatedly mentioned organization "Divine Attendant" and their proposed theory of the "decay period."

The empire, through overlong years, had gradually become a cancerous presence in this world, and everything Julius had done was to remove this cancer so the world could return to a normal historical trajectory.

"Think carefully, Yayouma, every change of epoch is founded on the destruction of another civilization."

"Put away your distorted heresies."

Yayouma was unyielding. Unlike the blind followers, no matter how grand Carlo’s words were, his actions were desecrating the Goddess of Life.

Yet...

Deep down, she couldn’t help but feel confused.

Even if she saw Carlo’s true nature, how many would believe her?

It was she who supported Carlo when he was at his lowest point, personally delivering him to the altar. The people of the Far West now fully believed everything Carlo revealed to them. In their eyes, Carlo’s status was almost equivalent to Saint Mary, and they believed Carlo was the Goddess’s projection in the mortal realm, leading them to endure until the True God’s return and the moment of true salvation.

If so, then she must personally rectify her past mistakes!

Yayouma slammed her staff onto the ground as a fulcrum, the surging spiritual power rolled towards Carlo like a tide. As she chanted incantations, the wave of spiritual power transformed into a curtain of water, enveloping Carlo and the brain behind him that incessantly emitted evil energy.

"So this is your choice, Yayouma."

Carlo stood his ground, allowing the roaring tides to engulf him.

His vision became increasingly blurred; the comrades of the past remained only vague silhouettes in his eyes. The waves brushing against his skin turned into sharp blades, cutting through his flesh, making it clear to him one thing.

Yayouma genuinely intended to kill him.

Carlo couldn’t articulate his emotions; rather than anger, it was profound disappointment. Everything Yayouma said and did confirmed that, ultimately, no one truly understood him, or perhaps the person who once truly understood him had already died in the coup within the empire.

He also heard that Julius was interrogated for many days afterward, and by the time Julius was finally tied to the stake, no intact part remained on his body.

Then those depraved minions of the Evil God publicly burned Julius.

He was downcast for a long time until Yayouma visited the Crown of Dawn Cathedral. When he needed support the most, Yayouma publicly called him "brother-in-arms," which was significant for Carlo, allowing him to see Julius’s shadow in Yayouma.