Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 954 - 207: The Antithesis of God_2

This is a rather "modernized" way of managing the path of belief, clearly showing that the God of Truth has learned a lot from humans over the past thousands of years. He has adopted a simpler, more efficient method, turning the path of belief into a political game in the human world.

In pursuit of more power and benefits, people will ignore the true source of all this, blindly starting internal conflicts. Even if someone eventually overthrows the vested interest class, they merely become another group of the God of Truth's voters.

"You can't let anyone scrutinize your plan; you can only stigmatize the empire, disguising everything as a struggle between ecclesiastical and royal authority. Oh, now that we mention it, I think that's why you miss Julius. 'If Julius were alive, he would surely understand me,' you must be thinking something like that?"

Carlo's face turned ashen, and even the struggle against the vine stopped for a long time.

"You should be thankful that Julius died early enough to leave you with some beautiful memories."

"He was a better choice."

Finally, Carlo spoke fiercely, glaring at Ethan with emotions mingling with hatred.

Ethan personally executed Julius and Turzan during the coup, personally ruining everything. Yet, at the same time, Ethan was the only one Carlo encountered who could, like him, "glimpse the future."

Carlo even vaguely felt that Ethan saw further into the future than Julius, Turzan, and himself.

"Didn't expect you to be so self-sacrificing."

Ethan had to admit Carlo's response surprised him; he thought if Julius were alive, they would eventually end up killing each other over "who would become the new god."

"So, you admit your crimes."

Mary stated imperiously.

If Ethan's accusations were upheld, this trial could be concluded definitively.

They would not only have to follow the Church Court's disciplines to execute Carlo harshly but also nail his wicked name to the pillar of shame in history, ensuring that even after hundreds or thousands of years, people remember his numerous crimes. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Just like mankind's current evaluation of the Red King.

The most vicious, most cruel tyrant.

A sinner attempting to bring the Crimson Epoch back to the human world, even if unsuccessful, still deserving to be burnt to ashes on the stake, witnessed by the residents of the Holy City.

"Crimes? What crime have I committed!"

Carlo sneered grimly, "I merely repeated what Bazarian and those dignified True Gods did! If you condemn me, you deny the legitimacy of all True Gods!"

His words caused an uproar among the church leaders.

They never anticipated that Carlo, on the verge of death, would still think of dragging all the True Gods down.

Even the most fanatical Evil God's Followers couldn't speak such words.

"Did you not know? Bazarian is just the name for the Goddess of Life!"

"Utter nonsense!"

Solari couldn't stand any longer; he raised his staff, chanting incantations, and the vines binding Carlo grew rows of thorns piercing his flesh, instantly turning Carlo into a "bloody man."

Yet Carlo remained unaffected, the red mist beneath his skin constantly healed the wounds, achieving a subtle balance with Solari's magic.

"Fools, a bunch of pathetic creatures living in the lies woven by True Gods, unaware!"

Facing Solari and even Mary, Carlo displayed an attitude of superiority once again.

To him, these pitiful creatures soaked in lies lacked the qualifications to speak with him on equal terms. Those ignorant of the distant future are doomed to become nourishment for the new gods. If lucky enough, they might live to see the day of redemption.

By then, the timeline would restart.

The Old Gods will once again sleep, humanity will return to the origin of the First Epoch, and he will become a new god, remembered by humanity.

"Do you think this proves my betrayal of the Church Court?"

The red mist within Carlo surged, the binding vines weakened under the mist's influence, their surface began deteriorating, the thorns penetrating Carlo's flesh softened to the point of disintegration under the mist's effect, ominous red crawled upon the ghostly green vines, eroding them bit by bit despite the slow pace.

Then, the deteriorating parts gradually grew new flesh.

It seemed like human muscular tissue, bizarrely exposed to the air.

"Do you feel it, Mary! This is the evil power you despise, yet it feels familiar…"

Carlo asked loudly.

Mary's heart trembled; she momentarily forgot to reinforce the plant-woven cage.

Because…

Before this trial, she had "examined" Bajatos's body. She initially thought it would be a pleasant academic study until discovering a terrifying secret within the seven-eyed woman's body structure. She tried not to dwell on it, yet Carlo's actions at that moment made her realize that the secret she found in Bajatos's body wasn't a coincidence.

"This is the power obscured by Bazarian, a portion once laboriously excised by the True Gods from their bodies!"

Carlo's voice echoed in everyone's heart.

When the church leaders noticed Mary's expression, they realized this might not be the boastful ranting of a dying man; "so that's why they fell, right?"

This question held the church leaders' breaths; they dared not imagine the consequences if confirmed.

The ominous red mist and limb regeneration abilities were clearly the powers of the Evil God Bajatos.

They suddenly realized that the name "Bazarian" sounded somewhat related to Bajatos.

They could hear their hearts pounding loudly.

——True Gods are apostles of Evil Gods?

Or, were they essentially derived from evil powers?

They could envision the devastating impact these revelations would have on every path of belief, shaking the foundation of faith in the True Gods.

Carlo naturally noticed Mary's expression changing, deriving some solace from his frenzied heart.

Finally, besides Ethan, his eternal enemy, at least there was another person who understood his words.

"'Giving up the power of immortality for humanity is undoubtedly the most noble act,' are you thinking this?"

Carlo questioned loudly.

He could speculate on Mary's inner thoughts, for he had undergone such a process.

As a Believer in the Goddess of Life, glorifying any decision made by Her became their instinct.

From the day they joined the Church Court, they bore the mission to ensure the Goddess of Life's image remained pure and spotless.

"Calling Senzi, calling Senzi! Should we make him shut up?"

Darkness's voice asked in Ethan's ear.

Darkness considered herself the planner of this trial, tasked with guiding its direction.

She could snap Carlo's neck or forcibly invade Carlo's brain, controlling his speech.

If Ethan nodded, the trial would become much easier, Carlo would admit all his crimes, and if necessary, she could have Carlo publicly perform a tearful confession or plea for mercy.

"Let him continue speaking."

"But..."

"Some truths are better spoken by him."

Ethan responded, leaving the "stage" to Carlo, allowing him ample time to express freely.

As a heretic, these words from his mouth would inevitably be labeled as a conspiracy between the empire and the Evil God.

"Wait a second, you're doing this intentionally!"

Darkness suddenly realized, finally understanding Ethan's previous actions—he was inducing Carlo, forcing Carlo to face his own heart!

Carlo's questioning was developing entirely according to Ethan's expectations.

"Oh my God, you're bad to the core!"

Darkness instantly admired Ethan, realizing she had much to learn from him on the path to becoming a big villain.

"Let me reveal the truth to you! Their actions were only to clear their relations with the Evil God!"

On the other side, Carlo's every word resounded firmly, "To cover up the truth that the Evil God was initially brought into this world by them!"