Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 953 - 207: The Reverse of God

"Madman!"

Mary's blood surged, she really wanted to skip the trial and smash Carlo with a hammer.

As death loomed, she had decided to leave grievances in the Third Epoch of a thousand years ago, but this didn't mean she would forget the immense disaster the Red King's army of flesh brought upon the world.

People were trapped in the cities, beyond them were creations of flesh made from corpses. Yet, people were powerless to stop the spreading plague, watching those familiar gradually succumb, their bodies thinning, skin turning bloodless pale. Days later, the infected would start coughing blood and ultimately die in agonizing struggle.

Corpses would mutate that very night, rising from their coffins with twisted forms, devoid of memory and consciousness, attacking anyone near them, even their relatives. Thus, in the early stages of the plague, city leaders decreed that any infected be immediately sent to quarantine zones outside the city.

In reality, this method was futile. As the dead multiplied, the quarantine zones fell into chaos, becoming monster-ridden death zones. The guards merely drove the sick out to their deaths, ensuring they didn't die too close to the city to prevent them from attacking towns or becoming sources of contagion once turned into monsters.

Those who, out of familial love, could not bear to exile the sick and hid them in cellars or others places, brought disaster to the entire city.

Mary traveled between cities looking for a way to dispel the plague and witnessed too many tragedies.

Until she met Ethan, a meeting that transcended time and guided her to a method of purifying the plague, the situation began to improve.

The hellish scene, seeing it even once would be unforgettable, even for Mary, who had long developed steely willpower.

She carried that obsession to the grave but couldn't tolerate someone trying to resurrect the scarlet plague a millennium later.

Mary looked sternly at Carlo; throughout, this madman didn't defend or refute Ethan's accusations. Carlo's secrets were laid bare and his face darkened unpredictably.

People of this era couldn't imagine the terror the Red King brought, hence their foolish decisions.

If Carlo were born in the Third Epoch, he wouldn't have political maneuvering opportunities; he'd have been infected with the scarlet plague before reaching adulthood, driven out to die in unknown places, like most people.

"Technically, his plan could work."

Ethan assessed objectively. He had to admit Carlo was the closest to the truth he'd ever encountered among humans. Although he didn't know where Carlo uncovered these secrets, it indeed led him to the stairway of divinity.

This exists in the God of Truth's archives as a successful experimental case.

In this regard, Carlo indeed surpassed Julius, Turzan, and even the counterfeit God of Trickery, Kadela.

"As long as he didn't care how many died or what the world would become, he could succeed."

Ethan gradually understood Carlo's proposed prophecy of salvation.

He even truly wasn't lying.

If he could implement his plan smoothly, a True God could indeed return to this land, and eventually, possibly 144,000 people might survive to witness the day of redemption Carlo depicted.

"Senzi!"

Mary banged the table with her hammer, thrown off by Ethan's words, as they seemed to endorse Carlo's plan's feasibility rather than catalog his crimes. Unlike previous condemnations, the clerical leaders, serving as jurors, were visibly more interested in Ethan's appearance.

Silence fell over the seats, everyone deep in thought, seemingly contemplating from a different perspective.

"So, you've realized this is a paradox long ago, haven't you, Mr. Carlo?"

Ethan stared at Carlo, "How could someone indifferent to death and the world's future ever become a people's True God?"

"The reason True Gods are remembered six epochs after their fall isn't just their power beyond comprehension but also how they maintain faith."

"This is the path's significance; when every knight picks up a sword and shield, every priest casts healing magic, reflecting the face of their god of faith."

To Ethan, this was the greatest difference between Carlo and the God of Truth.

He never possessed the God of Truth's sheer power; he couldn't, like the latter, directly drop meteorites killing tens of thousands in an 'interworld' incursion, yet still reshape his path with enough collected souls — a reason the Royal Family and nobility were crucial to him.

Just by sharing power with a few and letting these beneficiaries manage the Kingdom, establish a state religion, and spread faith, though later believers gained nothing, they steadfastly believed the God of Truth's radiance would shine upon every one of them.