Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 946 - 204: Evil God’s Lackey

Veronica clicked her tongue, gazing deeply at Ethan.

This was indeed an unexpected answer, whether it was Pope Carlo, or his predecessors Julius and Turzan, they all used the power they held to proclaim one thing to the people of this land - the Pope is the chosen representative of the True God on earth, their decisions represent the will of the True God.

This means that their actions are all just, even if some situations violate Church Court's rules, it is all for a greater good.

"Carlo would never say that."

Veronica mumbled.

As the Pope, they would never admit to others the possibility of their judgment being wrong, because they are the spokesperson of the True God on earth.

How could the True God possibly make a mistake?

So under the efforts of Carlo and several popes before him, a common understanding was conveyed to the people of the Far West - the Pope's judgment would never be wrong. If you think the Pope is on the wrong path, it can only mean that your vision and insight are limited, unable to see far greater benefits.

Yes, you don't need to think at all, because the spokesperson of the True God has already seen the future, all you have to do is believe.

The Church Court wants the most firm, unwavering faith.

"That's the problem."

Ethan said, "If Carlo dies in a natural gas explosion case, 'Carlo X' or 'Carlo Y' who takes over the position of the pope would not make any difference."

"I don't understand."

"It does not matter whether Carlo is dead or alive, what matters is the process of judging him."

In the presence of all religious leaders of the Far West, using the rules since the founding of the Life Divine Teachings to complete this judgment, Ethan felt only thus could shake the ideological stamp imposed on this land by generations of popes since Turzan.

Veronica wanted to say something else, but she heard hurried footsteps above, accompanied by screams and cries.

The sound of running grew closer, and one of them burst open the door of the room.

His scream abruptly stopped, and he accidentally missed a step, falling from a height of several meters to the ground.

Veronica was startled and instinctively moved one step to the side.

Thus, another unfortunate soul appeared in this world, curled up on the ground like a shrimp, hands covering his behind tightly.

The religious leader who fell to the ground was stunned, only a sound of hissing cooler air remained, unable to scream.

Veronica looked up at the hole above, roughly a few seconds later, the monster chasing him revealed its true form, braking just in time, avoiding falling into the pit like the religious leader.

In the moment of eye contact with the monster, Veronica shivered all over, her hands and feet cold, heart in her throat.

The pit's upper part was also observing the few below.

A large, distorted spider outline, but its body and limbs were not composed of chitinous shells, but pallid human limbs, four thick sturdy legs were assembled from two complete human legs and two forcibly elongated arms twisted at impossible angles.

At this moment, the monster's hands were gripping the ground, its nails scratching out a teeth-gritting sound on the stone slabs.

In the core of its body, several corpses were sewn together, faintly visible compressed deformed chest cavities and ribs, like an ugly and bloated meat sac.

Veronica noticed three heads on the spider monster.

They were facing three different directions, necks elongated, still retaining the fearful and despairing expressions of their last moments, mouths torn wide open, teeth sharp and overlapped, occasionally whispering words of unclear meaning.

She recognized the three heads of the monster, they were all religious leaders invited to the Holy City, now their necks down part had disappeared, but the heads were spliced onto the monster like trophies.

No wonder the unfortunate religious leader was crying and wailing while running, losing all composure.

Veronica shivered with goosebumps; if it were her being chased by such a ghastly creature in a dark, cramped corridor, she might barely keep from screaming.

The monster's construct could evoke the deepest fears in anyone, nullifying any thought of fighting against it.

She averted her gaze, glaring hard at Ethan, "Is this also special effects?"

Even if they were special effects, with no life actually lost, this had gone too far.

The three-headed spider monster grinned, pus dripped from its mouth to the ground by Veronica's feet, once again filling the air with the scent of blood and decay.

This was too real, even knowing it was special effects, Veronica still had goosebumps running down her body.

"Quick, drive it away!"

"This is not special effects."

"Hiss—!"

In an instant, Veronica's hairs stood on end, she gripped the spiked hammer and hid behind Ethan in a quick step, using Ethan as a human shield, peeking half of her head and stared at the spider monster by the hole.

"What about the witness protection plan you mentioned!"

Ethan began to seriously doubt Veronica's professional competence as a Judge, "Is this how you protect witnesses?"

Turning the subject of protection into a human shield, Veronica, what exactly are you protecting!

"That thing... it kind of beats me."

Veronica's legs were shaking non-stop, she grabbed Ethan's clothing tightly with another hand, her lips trembled, "I've been scared of spiders since I was little."

Ethan could only sigh helplessly.

In fear of insects alone does Veronica show the fragile disposition of a noble young lady, otherwise invisible when she scolded people or swung a spiked hammer to bash the Choir full of blood before.

Veronica's behavior attracted the spider monster's attention to Ethan, those three heads that initially faced different directions now all turned towards him, their necks had rotated countless times, fractured bones protruded through flesh.

"In that case, I have no choice but to use my trump card."

Ethan freed his right hand.

Without chanting, natural elements converged here.

Veronica held her breath, here was undoubtedly the best viewpoint to witness the greatest Elemental Shaper of this age cast his spell!

Meteor descending from the skies?

Freezing the entire city?

A typhoon, or perhaps a thunderstorm...

All these were clearly recorded in the "Imperial Truth" as elemental shaping magic.

However, the next moment, all expressions froze on Veronica's face.

She distinctly saw the elemental magic converging towards Ethan transform into a visibly discernible pizza dough, along with equally visible cuts of sausage, green peppers, tomato sauce, and cheese appearing on it.

"Arcane Art - Pizza Delivery!"

With a wave of Ethan's right hand, the freshly baked aroma-laden pizza flew out of the pit.

The spider monster's three heads all turned towards the pizza, its body, poised to strike, immediately shifted direction, dashing excitedly like a dog being fed towards where the pizza vanished.

"Wait, hold on a moment!"

The instant the spider monster's footsteps faded away, Veronica asked, as she felt her understanding was being intensely challenged, "What is Pizza Delivery?"

How could anyone conjure a freshly baked pizza by hand?

This magic seemed even more incredible than large-scale destructive forbidden spells like meteor or thunderstorm skills.

"It's merely a simple application of flour elements."

Ethan looked down at the religious leader whose buttocks were heavily battered earlier, "Besides that, isn't there something more important that deserves your concern?"

"Ju-Judge!"

Seeing Veronica, the fallen religious leader's face turned ashen, "Don't come over here!"

He sternly said, yet combined with his gesture of covering his behind, it was hard to hold any threat.

"What happened?"

"Stop pretending here!"

The religious leader roared fiercely, "It's Carlo! He's the one who killed them, turned them into that abomination! It was you, you all were behind it from the start! You are the minions of the Evil God!"