Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 916 - 190: I Didn’t Offend Anyone_2

That’s why, when he completed his research on the holy relic, he wanted to be the first to share the good news with the other party.

However, his meticulously planned great work only resulted in such an outcome.

The sharp blades of water kept slicing through his body, and the choking pain made Carlo feel the passing of life.

Now Carlo completely understood.

Yayouma was not Julius, but...

People change, and that is why humans pursue power, isn’t it?

As long as you master enough strength, you can change the people around you, the environment, the country, even the entire world!

He had invited Yayouma to be a witness to the new era, so the change should rightfully start with her.

The next moment, the blades formed by the water stopped spinning, and the water curtain formed by the surging spiritual power was shattered with countless cracks. Yayouma’s face changed; this was definitely not magic power from Carlo himself but another strange and twisted force.

Carlo’s voice came from within the cracks, like the whispering of a devil.

"Yayouma, you betrayed me and still want to kill me..."

The scarlet energy seeping out of the cracks was heart-shaking. The young man behind Yayouma rushed forward, intending to deliver a final blow before Carlo broke the seal. However, the moment they touched the scarlet energy, their bodies instantly swelled a few times. Such a change lasted only for two seconds, but it was enough to twist two living people into writhing cocoons on the ground.

The ominous premonition deep in Yayouma’s heart was confirmed. Although she couldn’t see, she immediately recognized this evil energy fluctuation.

That was... the power of the Evil God Bazatous!

Carlo, using his skeletal hand, tore through the water curtain. As he walked out, his whole body was covered in blood, cuts all over, with many places showing only bones. Yet he seemed not to feel pain; every time he stepped forward, the broken parts were mended at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yayouma was horrified; she instinctively wanted to leave this terrifying place because the blood-soaked Carlo in front of her was no longer a human but had become a creation she did not understand.

The power of Bazatous spread within his bloodline. She had never seen any follower of Bazatous possessing power comparable to Carlo’s at this moment.

She vaguely understood that Carlo was indeed the one who had truly fallen into becoming an evil follower of the Evil God.

But Yayouma couldn’t retreat even half a step; an invisible force formed an unseen wall, blocking the exit of the underground chamber, and her spiritual power was also sealed by the scarlet energy. Her limbs could no longer move a fraction, leaving her to watch as Carlo slowly approached her.

All his wounds had healed, even the clothes shredded by the water blades as well.

Carlo’s broad palm rested on her shoulder.

"But even so, I still love you."

Yayouma felt a sharp pain coming from her shoulder, and the scarlet energy crawled along her skin to her ear, drilling into her skull through the ear canal, stopping all her thoughts, as if an invisible hand was gripping her brain.

Many memories became blurred.

The scene before her raised many questions.

Huh?

Why was she here?

What were those two writhing cocoons of flesh?

Why was Carlo standing in front of her?

And all these questions pointed to another incredible fact—she could see!

After being blinded for decades, Yayouma had regained her vision.

She could clearly see Carlo’s face, no longer a blurry silhouette in her mind.

At this moment, Carlo’s face bloomed into a smile, "Yayouma, do you understand now? This is my promise; redemption will come to everyone!"

..................

A few days later, another believer of the Life Divine Teachings also wore the same smile.

As the news of the bishop Solari being assassinated in the border city spread, the Far West entered a state of high alert. These days, Solari had been traveling nonstop, not knowing what exactly happened on the Church Court’s side, but the guards near the relic had been massively withdrawn.

On his way, he heard people mention the disappearance of the holy relics mine in the border city, though he had no idea what "mine disappearance" meant. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Solari suspected that the recent changes in the Church were related to this, yet it also provided him with an excellent opportunity.

Infiltration was much smoother than he expected. Since entering the relic, some invisible force guided him forward, reassuring Solari that the Goddess of Life had chosen him. As the Holy Scripture said, when the Goddess returned, she would revive the heroic martyrs.

Saint Mary would be the first.

Her soul had never left them but had quietly guarded here, waiting for the doomsday to arrive thousands of years later.

Closer, closer.

Solari’s heart pounded violently, all omens leading him here; he knew this moment, the great being described in the Holy Scripture was waiting for his arrival at the end of the canopy path.

He quickened his pace, gliding past the flower-laden path.

The path led to an altar surrounded by flowers and shade. Solari heard water flowing, and not far from the altar, there was a waterfall seemingly connected to the sky, attracting even him, a person who never enjoyed outings, with its idyllic beauty.

More than the beautiful scenery, Solari was drawn to the woman standing at the center of the altar, with her back to him.

Her golden, ear-length short hair, and the lively golden tuft on her head.

The Holy Scripture had many detailed descriptions of this tuft of hair, supposedly carrying Mary’s emotions and hiding her alternate personality.

Saint Mary herself was the best embodiment of divinity on earth.

"You finally came."

Mary’s voice was gentle, yet it clearly reached Solari’s ears.

"Yes, I came because of your call."

Solari clasped his hands together, fingers intertwined.

The woman nearby turned slightly, looking very young, with no traces left by time on her. This brief gaze made Solari lose all his words.

He noticed a hint of doubt in Mary’s eyes, then she walked gracefully to stand before him.

"Who are you?"

"Solari, an ascetic."

"Who sent you?"

"I followed your guidance, and now the Far West is facing—"

On this day, Solari’s face lost its smile.

He leaned against an ancient tree in the ruins, looking up at the sky, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life, suddenly seeming decades older.

He watched the flickering shadows of the trees, recalling what felt like a fateful encounter with Saint Mary.

Mary had been only a step away at the time. In response to his devout and excited introduction, Mary only gave him one word.

—"Get out!"

Straight and to the point.

When Solari, stunned and about to say something, suddenly found the force that had guided him now became his enemy, lifting him off the ground, tossing him from the altar as if treating him like trash. In the chaos, he even felt as if someone kicked him in the back.

Worse yet, he could no longer find the path to the altar after that.

Solari could only sit under the tree, pondering life, bewildered.

Huh?

Wasn’t he the one chosen by the goddess?

But why was Saint Mary so cold to him, even to the point of hostility?

Solari reflected carefully on their encounter and realized belatedly that the redness on Mary’s cheeks seemed not out of maidenly shyness but a kind of passionate anger that could’ve had her twisting his head off.

Yet, why was this?

He hadn’t wronged anyone.