Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 961 - 210: Anything Is Possible

You see, this is the downside of randomly digging up someone else's remains.

This reminded Ethan of some tomb raiding novels he had read before, where a group of heavily-armed people broke into someone's tomb, only to unsurprisingly dig up a monster and get their entire team wiped out.

And now, the leader of the large tomb raiding gang, Pope Carlo, has brought about his own doom. Everything he has strived to maintain in the Holy City over the years has become a breeding ground for the blood plague.

The moment the tomb owner resurrected marked the total annihilation of the "Far West large tomb raiding gang."

Ethan sincerely hoped Mr. Carlo would deeply learn from this incident and behave better in the next life, striving to be a law-abiding good citizen.

Evidently, the great Goddess of Life has no interest in mingling with the Church Court's fanatics, organizing a grand fan meeting handshake event. After ordering the surrounding flesh entities to charge at them, she walked into a giant cracked tentacle of flesh. Ethan had never seen such a creature, but he could imagine it served the same purpose as a tunnel worm.

Ethan kindly reminded Mary, who wielded the Wind Element Sword, "From now on, I suggest you don't confuse her with the Goddess in your memory, it's not good for your mental and physical health."

Though he and Mary could be considered best friends, facts were facts. Mary had a "record." She once, in deep disappointment with the Church and the Goddess of Life, turned to embrace the Evil God Bajatos. Ethan thought the reasoning was simple—if the powers of the Goddess of Life and Bajatos ultimately led to the same destination, why worship a deteriorated imitation when one could worship Bajatos directly?

In the past, Bajatos's unconventional artistic pursuits were their greatest obstacle to ordinary humans. However, as your understanding of the powers of flesh and evolution deepens, and as you get to know Old Ba's personality, this barrier becomes less and less until it ultimately disappears.

In reality, Old Ba has quite an open mindset, never caring what believers do with this power.

Once you strip away the exaggerated "visual effects" and return to the essence, you'd find this is a lenient sect where doing well gets rewards (in the field of art) and doing poorly doesn't get punishment. It's rare for a leader of the sect to suddenly appear and gather everyone for a lecture, setting forth hundreds of rules.

For someone who has reached Mary's level of power, this has a fatal allure.

Her sister's death once became the spark for her betrayal of the Church. No matter what she learned in the Church Court, she couldn't change the process of her sister being transformed into a flesh entity; she could only watch it happen before her eyes, witnessing the secrets the Goddess of Life and other True Gods fervently covered up in this world.

The book "The Bloody High Priestess Mary" emphasizes this chapter.

Because it signifies the disappearance of the Church Saintess and the emergence of an evil witch.

But the author of this book is just a later bard, albeit with strong literary skills and a sense of drama, yet he truly hasn't grasped the mysteries Mary witnessed in that transformation. The author can't even verify the events of the Crimson Epoch and can only rely on local legends and his imagination to compose an epic.

But that is by no means the epilogue of Mary's story.

Under Mary's astonished gaze, Ethan slowly walked towards the flesh entity approaching him, then raised his hand and friendly patted it on the shoulder.

In the next moment, something even stranger happened.

The aggressive posture of the flesh entity disappeared. Instead, it uttered some broken murmurs at Ethan and then plopped down on the ground. The murmurs quickly spread among the creatures, and the remaining flesh entities seemed to follow suit, collectively shedding hostility and arms.

Even though she couldn't understand the specifics of the murmurs, Mary somehow grasped the meaning the flesh entities intended to express from their relaxed posture—a misunderstanding, we're all buddies.

"What did you do!?"

She blurted out; the visual and mental shock from this scene was far more intense than any magic that could destroy an entire city. The most terrifying Evil God's Followers she knew couldn't treat a flesh entity like a new friend met after work at a restaurant, as Ethan did.

She even doubted that the "Goddess of Life," who turned the Holy City into a living hell, could achieve this.

"This is the advantage of learning an extra foreign language while on the road."

Ethan replied fluently, and Mary suddenly felt that even if the world were to end in the next second, it couldn't kill Ethan's composure. Facing a city full of monsters, amidst the hellish scenery, he still spoke eloquently, "Just imagine, a city suddenly has someone wielding a mysterious long sword, slashing away half of the city's monsters. Everyone for the sake of survival could only fight this monster."

"Monster... do you mean me?"

Mary's eyelids twitched vigorously a few times, admitting that even the Crown of Dawn Cathedral still floating in mid-air left her feeling uneasy.

Thinking of how much it would cost to repair this cathedral and city once everything is over gave her a slight headache.