Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 934 - 199: Terrifying Echoes

Veronica's nosebleed immediately made the slightly eased atmosphere tense again.

The seeds of suspicion had already been planted, and everyone couldn't help but wonder — can the Praise Sanctuary truly guarantee everyone's safety?

If it was before, they would naturally have unwavering faith in the barrier left by the Goddess of Life, but now, who knows what might happen?

Already two people had died horribly at the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, and yet they still knew nothing about the murderer and were forced to hide in the Praise Sanctuary.

In an instant, almost everyone recalled the doubts about Carlo expressed by those who wanted to leave the day before.

Maybe the murderer was among them.

The Goddess of Life's barrier can only keep intruders out, but cannot defend against a killer already among them.

The religious leaders warily scrutinized everyone around them. They had all come in response to Carlo's call, yet they were not familiar with one another, which made their expressions fierce and made them seem more suspicious to each other.

The chaos in the hall caused Veronica to feel disoriented momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure.

A nosebleed could indeed be a death threat from the killer, or it could be an attempt to convey some kind of message to her.

Up to this point, she believed she was the only one who had deciphered the killer's message.

She went alone to the small room next door, closed the door, and kept the fear and suspicion outside. The religious leaders, already in disarray, did not notice her leaving. Even Carlo did not give another speech and instead prayed devoutly before the statue of the Goddess of Life.

Veronica went to the corner of the room, placed her hands behind her head, resting her head, and lay flat on the ground.

The "death threat" made her calm and focused instead.

If the nosebleed was a message from the killer, what could they be trying to reveal?

This could make her and everyone present immediately think of Durant, who was killed, thereby inciting panic... Huh?

Suddenly, Veronica sat up from the cold floor.

The reason why the same scene would panic the religious leaders was because a similar situation had occurred in a meeting not long ago. It was when everyone thought they had an assured victory, a sudden incident happened — just like now.

Carlo promised everyone that the Praise Sanctuary would shelter them, but was that really the case? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Veronica caught the sound of footsteps outside the door, very light, passing by her door, which immediately made her alert, because people in the main hall had no courage to act alone at such a time. She tiptoed to the door, pressed her ear against it, listening carefully, and only after confirming that it was just one person's footsteps and they had walked away did she open the door a crack to look in the direction where the footsteps had disappeared.

The old energy-saving crystal lamps in the corridor provided poor lighting, and she could only vaguely see a figure blending into the distant darkness.

At such a time, only the murderer would dare to move away from the main group and explore alone in the dark!

Veronica kept the suspicions of the religious leaders in mind, suspecting the murderer had infiltrated the crowd, and she could not rule out this possibility. Although she hadn't found the young man's figure in the crowd, there were too many face-changing magics in this world, who knows?

It's possible the face she saw in the confessional that night was also fake.

Veronica gripped a Magic Scroll tightly in her left hand and clutched a war hammer in her right, stealthily following.

She followed all the way to the depths of the Circular Hall. It wasn't hard to see the figure in front was very familiar with the structure of the Praise Sanctuary. They reached their destination without the need for a torch or gas lamp for lighting.

The door was ajar, and through the gap, Veronica could faintly see the scene inside.

The figure had their back to her, facing a mirror, their actions extremely suspicious.

This is the moment!

Veronica's eyes hardened, and in an instant, she activated the binding scroll in her hand. The ghostly green light turned into vines sprouting from the ground, tangling around the figure's ankles and arms in a blink. She did not hesitate, gathering the abundant life energy into her weapon, and with a loud shout, she swung the war hammer toward the back of the figure's head.

No matter what, knock them out first —

The next moment, the war hammer stopped abruptly in mid-air, and her expression froze in embarrassment.

Veronica suddenly realized a huge flaw in her deduction.

Daring to come out of the hall alone at such a time, besides the murderer, there was actually Pope Carlo himself.

Just now, she was attempting to attack the leader of the Life Divine Teachings.

"Happy festival, Your Holiness the Pope."

Her smile was worse than crying. If it were at any other time, attacking the Pope in the Far West would be a capital offense. Even captured rebels hadn't attempted to strike the Pope with a hammer on the back of the head.

Although she hadn't managed to swing yet, the effect of the Magic Scroll had already taken hold.

"What festival?"

Carlo clearly wasn't buying her excuse and scrutinized her with authoritative eyes.

"Uh, well, um... Okay, sorry, Your Holiness, I didn't recognize you at the door!"

Veronica defended herself, "But it's a very unusual time right now, can't be too careful, I thought it was the murderer."