Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 957 - 208: Another Puppet

He couldn't refute Ethan just now either.

Carlo even somewhat anticipated Ethan's response; despite being on opposing sides, Ethan might be the only one who, like him, had a glimpse of the future.

He has faced his own heart and revealed a secret enough to shake the foundation of the Church Court.

Then how about Ethan?

What is this person's inner world like?

"Witness Ethan, do you have anything to say about this?"

Mary asked.

"Regrettably, the questions Carlo raised just now are not very different from what I know as the truth."

Ethan's candid response instantly caused an uproar among the jury, some of whom even looked ashen-faced and collapsed on the sofa, seemingly having lost all hope.

Carlo also showed surprise; he hadn't expected Ethan to admit so straightforwardly to the secret he had proposed.

"However, out of personal curiosity, I have a few questions I wish to ask Mr. Carlo."

"Go ahead."

Carlo didn't retreat in the slightest; he was fully prepared.

"So in your view, what you are doing is to liberate people from the lies of the True God, a great endeavor to free them from the strings suspended over them."

Ethan thought this might be why Carlo always kept saying it was "for a greater cause."

Filled with a sense of destiny, as if the entire era had entrusted a great responsibility on him alone, making him different, transcending all things in the world, becoming the closest to the truth.

What responded to Ethan was a cold snort.

Carlo seemed unwilling to answer Ethan's question directly, as he regarded it as mere nonsense.

"Doesn't this scene seem familiar to you?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"There was once a group of people who had the same thoughts as you. For that, they didn't hesitate to forsake the temptation of immortality, eliminate the innate 'unclean' power, because, like you, they, too, wholeheartedly wanted to help humanity rid itself of the manipulation of the Evil God, no longer being puppets satisfying the Evil God's malicious whims."

"Are you suggesting that after the day of redemption arrives, I will become like them?"

Carlo looked at Veronica with a cold smile; he could address Veronica's doubts about him as well, "Veronica, my promises to you come from the heart. After the day of redemption truly descends, what I do to this world will ensure that by then, there will be no 'God' left in this world."

"Such noble consciousness."

Ethan did not intend to waste time questioning whether Carlo could truly fulfill his promise when the time came, as he believed there was no need to enact a debate with no conclusion in the Judicial Court, "Another movement to escape manipulation, but it raises a new question for me."

He gazed at Carlo, "But how can you ensure that you haven't just changed from being a puppet of the Goddess of Life to another group of people's puppet?"

Carlo paused, opened his mouth, but couldn't find words to refute.

"Besides the 'truth,' don't you find the 'future' too specific in its guidance for you? So specific that it allows you to precisely locate every relic of the Goddess of Life in the vast land of the Far West."

The next moment, Carlo's expression suddenly changed. He clutched his chest tightly and, trembling, fell to his knees.

"And what will the 'future' do to you if it finds you are no longer useful to them?"

A sharp pain arose in Carlo's heart, and a severe suffocating sensation consumed him.

...............…

Meanwhile, outside the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, a woman with a veil covering half of her face walked gracefully into the confessional.

She sat on a cold, hard chair, curiously examining the wall that stood between them.

"Is this the world she envisioned?"

"Open your heart to the Goddess of Life, my child."

The priest's inquiry came from the other side of the wall, sounding weary and impatient.

The procedure, rehearsed countless times, even the responses, were fixed templates.

For the Church Court, the only important thing was for the confessors to put their atonement fees into the money box before lining up.

"Face your heart, confess your sins to the Goddess, she will forgive you."

"My sins?"

The woman paused, her raised hand gently touching the wall. In an instant, the hard wall turned into writhing flesh, with crimson energy stretching through the wall's cracks to the other side of the confessional. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The terrified screams lasted only a few seconds before abruptly stopping, followed by low, unintelligible murmuring.

Sensing the anomaly, the residents of the Holy City queuing at the door scattered to flee. However, they had barely taken a few steps before they horrifyingly discovered their ankles embedded in the viscous flesh.

The ground beneath them was also infected.

Arms grappling out pulled at their thighs, then their bodies, which instantly turned into a breeding ground for growing flesh.

"My sins."

The woman smiled, her gentle voice echoing like a lullaby in the confessional, "Destroying all she cherished... Father, can such a sin be forgiven?"