Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 939 - 201: May the Little Yellow Potato Guide Your Path

Just as Veronica was wavering, she suddenly saw the back of the strange yellow "small potato" again in the depths of the dim red light, as if it was completely unaware of the danger, moving straight further ahead.

It dug another hole, burying everything below its neck into the soil.

Whose unfortunate child is this?

What if there are traps ahead?

Or perhaps it has imprisoned some dangerous forbidden monsters!

Veronica's hobby during her leisure time is reading novels, and she often encounters similar scenes in treasure hunting-themed novels—arrogant treasure hunters venturing into ancient passages, only to die miserably at the hands of traps and monsters.

Veronica immediately sprinted towards the direction where the strange yellow "small potato" disappeared.

Once she gets her hands on this strange yellow "small potato," Veronica is determined to spank its bottom, letting it experience the pain of falling down from a height of over ten meters and landing on its rear.

With this belief, Veronica advanced further into the passage.

However, the journey was unexpectedly smooth; there were no poisoned arrows as she had imagined, nor sudden attacks by dark creatures. There wasn't even a fork in the path, allowing her to steadily proceed in the darkness.

The strange yellow "small potato" vanished again, plunging completely into the darkness, disappearing without a trace. Veronica couldn't help but wonder if it had dug through somewhere again, falling into a deeper gap, but as her mind ventured deeper into the passage while trying to track the other, she suddenly made a frightening discovery.

The strange yellow "small potato," remarkably, left no trace.

Although it had dug a hole and buried everything below its neck, it left no marks on the ground. Only then did Veronica remember that, perhaps in the Praise Sanctuary earlier, it hadn't left a long trail on the floor either.

Veronica straightened up, a chill sweeping over her.

It reminded her of scenes described in some horror novels—does that strange yellow "small potato" really exist? Or, is it even human?

She didn't want to think further and stepped forward again; all she wanted now was to get out of this eerie place.

Veronica kept her head down and walked for another five minutes. The road ahead suddenly widened, and the light grew brighter, though it didn't resemble the morning sun. Instead, it was dark red, reminiscent of the light in a Witch's House. She heard a faint "gurgling" sound from not far away, an unfamiliar sound she couldn't accurately describe.

At the end of the passage, there was a tightly closed iron door. The curious sound came from the other side of the door.

Veronica found herself facing a choice, unsure if this was guidance from the perpetrator.

She felt everything had spiraled out of control, morphing from a murder case into an Evil God ritual.

Ultimately, her craving for the truth prevailed.

As she said, even if she dies, she wants to die knowing.

She rested her hand on the door handle for a full ten seconds before steeling herself, mustering the courage to pry open the sealed door.

The next instant, Veronica started retching.

It was an overwhelmingly strong scent of blood, accompanied by the stench of decaying flesh. The intense odor was so overpowering she could hardly keep her eyes open, standing there retching for quite some time before gradually lifting her head to gaze towards the source of the odor and unsettling sounds—two continuous writhing lumps of flesh.

Evil God's Followers' secret hideout.

That was the first thought that popped into Veronica's mind.

In this room shrouded in blood-red light, she found a summoning array drawn on the ground, an array of skulls of unknown monsters placed on a cabinet, and jars soaking human organs. Twisting energies permeated the room, and at the center of the array was a still-quivering brain.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

An Evil God's Followers' chamber, nestled beneath the Crown of Dawn Cathedral?

She couldn't comprehend how those who built this place managed to evade the Church Court's inspections.

Then Veronica noticed the anomaly of the two writhing lumps.

Their positioning was peculiarly close together, one of the lumps was partly outside the ritual array's boundary.

As a Judge of the law within the Church Court who has dealt extensively with true Evil God's Followers, Veronica knew that the more fanatical they are, the more obsessively meticulous they are about details. They would never tolerate these lumps being outside the ritual-array boundaries; by their habits, they should be symmetrically placed within the array.

As it appeared now, it was like two people dying in the streets with no one to collect their bodies...

Veronica startled herself with her thoughts.

She didn't know why she suddenly conceived such thoughts.

The emotions stirring within were not fear but intense sorrow.

She noticed the human remains scattered around the lumps, grieving for those who perished miserably, but it didn't seem to stem from her own feelings.

These emotions poured continuously from the lumps, enveloping her, with faint whispers she could hear.

They were seeking release.

Briefly locked in gaze, Veronica improbably understood the request within the whispers.

She found an ritual dagger on a table nearby, her heart pounding violently. Though it was her first encounter with such an eerie object, she somehow knew how to help them find release.

They asked Veronica to cut through the flesh wall, freeing the imprisoned souls within.

Yet rationality was sounding alarms, warning her vociferously this was absolutely not a wise decision.

Who knows what lurked inside those lumps of flesh?

Suppose it was highly corrosive liquid?

Or perhaps slicing it open would trigger a corpse explosion...

Veronica slowly raised the ritual dagger, aiming its blade at one of the flesh walls, performing multiple layers of protection beforehand to ensure that even in the event of a corpse explosion, her temporary defenses wouldn't be breached.

Her eyes widened with intensity, fixating on the part being sliced by the ritual dagger.

Blood and pus streamed from the puncture, engulfing Veronica's ankles, the gooey and slippery sensation almost making her soul want to puke.

But...

At least it wasn't corrosive liquid, nor was there a corpse explosion.

Veronica could only find solace in hardship, continually reassuring herself mentally, or she feared she might develop thoughts about whether her feet, drenched in pus, would still be usable.

As the lumps gradually shriveled, more things were washed out by the pus.

Severed limbs, human organs, and—

Upon seeing the last spherical object, Veronica's pupils contracted. In that moment, she felt as though her heart stopped beating.

After being soaked in pus for a prolonged period, the head rolling to her feet was utterly unrecognizable. The skin had cracked into interconnected holes, revealing the bone beneath; yet the skin tone and the pendant hanging untarnished by pus on the neck revealed the deceased's identity.

He was a member of the Spirit Communication Sect.

Veronica felt she was nearly unable to breathe, her vision starting to double, her feet losing strength. An ever-dwindling consciousness kept her from collapsing.

This discovery was horrifying tens of thousands of times more than corpses, murders, or Evil God's Followers.

Because she almost immediately recalled the rumors circulating in the church not long ago; rumors concerning the "Spirit Mother" Yayouma and Pope Carlo.

Prior to the beginning of the pre-meeting, someone saw Yayouma aggressively confronting Carlo at the gate of the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, accompanied by two attendants. After a brief argument, Carlo led Yayouma into the Crown of Dawn Cathedral.

Since then, two strange events occurred.

When they saw Yayouma again, her eyes, blind for several decades, were healed, and her attitude toward Carlo underwent a complete reversal.

The other strange event was, Yayouma's two attendants disappeared.

They hadn't been seen around the church since.