Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 219 Visitors
Nightmare believes that she is one of the most loyal believers of God and has followed God for hundreds of years. During this period, she has experienced several defensive battles to protect the Abyss, faced those saints who are influential in various major countries, and even surpassed other believers, studying God's works as art.

But at this moment, she felt like a novice who had not even started.

She had studied Heavenly Father's artistic style for decades, but she didn't even know that her limbs could do a backflip.

The round body flipped over like a wheel and made a big circle around them.

At this moment, she suddenly realized.

This was not a siege at all, but a welcome party. In order to welcome Ethan's arrival, the Heavenly Father's creations outside the dungeon prepared a series of welcome programs. The backflip of the limbs was just the beginning of the welcome party. Afterwards, the aberrations also performed poetry recitation, chorus and other programs for them.

However, due to language barriers between the two sides, the deformed beings could only utter broken and incomprehensible babble. They could only understand the style of the performance but could not comprehend the meaning of the poems and chorus.

Behind the densely packed groups of deformed forms, Nightmare even saw a body as big as a hill.

Even the Giant God Soldier appeared!
Before this, she had only seen this ancient creation once when dealing with an invasion by a saint.

The Giant God Soldier still gave a sense of oppression, standing at the farthest distance like a leader, urging the mutants to complete their performance.

This welcome party lasted for nearly an hour. When the last chorus ended, the deformed beings made way and retreated to the sides, respectfully welcoming their arrival. Nightmare had been observing Ethan's expression, from the initial shock to the smile in the end. When he set off again, he waved to the abyss residents on both sides of the road in a friendly manner.

This was the most unique performance Ethan had ever seen. Although he had no idea what the whispers meant, he felt what Lao Ba meant.

It's like when a friend comes to visit, you can't wait to show him your collection of action figures, and take out your treasured game cartridges.

When the welcome party was halfway through, Winter woke up.

After all, the whispers were very penetrating and could go past the eardrums and reach the listeners' minds. What impressed her most was the dance performance... Let's call it a dance. When those twisted creatures twisted their waists towards you in an even more twisted way, you would probably never forget such a scene in your life.

"actually……"

The cat put its head close to Ethan's ear, and its soft fur rubbed against Ethan's earlobe. "I can do a backflip, too. Do you want to come and see me tonight?"

This is not a difficult task for cats, as agile cats are born with this skill.

Seeing Ethan watching with great interest, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

She didn't want to point fingers at Ethan's friends' preferences, but Lao Ba, his artistic style was too...unconventional. Maomao was still a little worried that Ethan would become a fan of tentacles and octopus faces under Lao Ba's influence.

She really couldn't appreciate such a performance.

The journey from then on was smooth and the nightmare became much quieter. She lowered her head, her mind full of thoughts - she finally understood that what she had in the shower last night was not an illusion. After God confirmed that Ethan was coming to visit the abyss, he arranged this welcome party overnight. All the performances were prepared at the last minute, and these deformed creatures might not have slept all night.

And all of Ethan's reactions made Nightmare think of an identity.

leadership.

This is the leader coming to the abyss for inspection.

For a moment, Nightmare found it hard to imagine what kind of person could make Heavenly Father pay so much attention to him.

After passing through the wilderness full of the creations of the old gods, the outline of the city gradually appeared in front of the group. The style of this city looked a bit old, and at first glance it seemed like the architectural style before the Sixth Era.

"The believers call this place the dungeon. The dungeon was established long before I came to the abyss."

Nightmare finally remembered his identity as a tour guide.

The believers on duty recognized her identity and greeted them respectfully.

Ethan observed the streets full of smoke and fire. The appearance of the underground city was far from what he had imagined. He thought that as the base camp of the evil god's followers, it should be full of blood and abstraction everywhere, but the number of ordinary residents seemed to be much greater than that of the evil god's followers.

This is also why the city looks well-organized.

Shops, hotels, taverns...

Before them, a carriage loaded with goods entered the city under the escort of the evil god's followers. The identities of the evil god's followers were easy to identify, they dressed in a uniform style, most of them had strange symbols painted on their faces, and they got along well with the local residents.

The goods on the carriage were delivered to an inn not far away. The innkeeper and the clerks chatted and laughed with the evil god believers who were escorting the goods, and soon all the food was delivered to the store.

“They are all residents from various major countries.”

Nightmare explained.

"Are they also followers of the evil...old gods?"

Ethan corrected the name. The Abyss was the base camp of the old gods. It would be impolite to call them evil gods. This way of entering by breaking through the plane confirmed his guess.

The Abyss itself is a polluted area, but there are many humans living in this polluted area and a city has been built here.

There are even scenes where humans and deformed creatures live in harmony.

Nightmare answered hesitantly, "I guess so."

Just like the academy, there are also differences between "pure blood" and "mixed blood" among the believers of the Old Gods. In the eyes of pure blood believers, the residents of the dungeon are not real believers of the Old Gods at all. Most of them come here to escape persecution. They only need to dedicate their faith to the Old Gods to get the opportunity to live in the Abyss.

These residents were called believers of the old gods, but apart from praying, they never participated in sacrifices.

However, unlike the customs of the academy, the pure-blood believers do not despise these half-bloods with impure beliefs. For a long time, the latter have maintained the normal operation of the dungeon. When they are away from home, they will also invite some people who are willing to believe in the old gods to settle in the dungeon.

Maomao reminded Ethan in his ear, "Most of the people here are residents of the Empire."

Since the reign of Henry III, 50% of the residents of the underground city have been imperial citizens, and during the reign of Julius, the number of imperial residents has increased.

Although there are aberrations everywhere here and one has to deal with believers of the old gods with strange quirks every day, life here is still much more stable than in the Empire.

Here, you will not be suddenly arrested, have your home searched, or be burned at the stake for some trumped-up charges.

The Lofik Consortium provided a lot of financial assistance for the city's infrastructure. "All the shops you can see on the street are basically funded by the Lofik Consortium. They treat the residents of the underground city much more leniently than the residents of the empire."

Winter lived in the dungeon for a long time.

Although she never considered herself a believer of the Old Gods, she had to admit that for ordinary residents, this place was much more livable than the Empire.

She was referring, of course, to the Old Empire.

Today's empire is gradually evolving into a place where people dream of living.

"I will take Winter back to Dream Eclipse to make preparations. You can stay in my mansion temporarily. I will let the servants take good care of you. Most of them were once citizens of the Empire."

Nightmare took the initiative to invite, his eyes full of anticipation.

In principle, before the festival begins, Winter, as a candidate, must stay in the Temple of Dream Eclipse to receive physical and mental baptism, and she can temporarily become Ethan's guide, introduce him to the dungeon, and sit face to face at dinner to discuss the Father's avant-garde art.

This was the best life she could have imagined, and spending time with Ethan even surpassed the festival itself.

"No need." Ethan declined politely, "I plan to stay in a hotel and travel around the city by myself."

The Nightmare Witch is a big celebrity in the dungeon and will be recognized wherever she goes. From the eyes of the team members on duty just now, it is not difficult to see that they both respect and fear the Nightmare. Everyone is extremely restrained in front of her.

This was an unfamiliar city for him, and he wanted to explore it on his own. If he was followed by a "leader", all he would encounter would be a sea of ​​extremely misleading illusions.

"That's it..."

Nightmare felt a little lost.

She looked up at the hotel not far away.

Her mansion is very big and the environment is much better than here. When you are tired of chatting, you can take a rose bath. The beds in the guest rooms are also much more comfortable than the hard beds in the hotel.

But seeing that Ethan had made up his mind, Nightmare suppressed his words and forced a smile, "You can live here, as long as you don't publicly express your opposition to the Old Gods, the residents of the dungeon will not embarrass you... Then Winter and I will return to Dream Eclipse first."

She turned her gaze to Winter and stretched out her shoulders, motioning for Winter to climb onto her shoulders.

At least, Winter had never lay on her shoulder before. She wondered what it felt like to have that furry tail wrapped around her neck.
The nightmare was answered with a loud bang.

The cat slid down Ethan's arm to the ground and turned back into human form.

"Let's go."

Lin Dong spoke in a flat tone, returning to his previous cold and aloof demeanor, keeping a distance of two steps from her.

Ethan stood at the intersection, watching the two go away. The members of the duty team saluted with him. After the two disappeared around the corner, the members of the duty team finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their tense bodies relaxed. They approached Ethan, their faces full of curiosity, "What is your relationship with Lord Nightmare?"

The faces of these people were all covered with red paint, which was a symbol that Ethan did not recognize. "Master Nightmare has never brought a man into the city."

Winter is also considered a legendary figure in the Abyss.

Especially during this period, there were rumors that she had killed Pope Julius and a saint that the Pope had invited from nowhere!
They could easily guess why Winter returned to the abyss at this critical juncture.

"I was invited to visit the festival."

"Visit? What is your relationship with Lord Winter?"

The members on duty unconsciously used honorifics. If Winter passed the ceremony, her status in the dungeon would be even higher than that of the Nightmare Witch.

There has always been only one chosen one of the old gods, and they are all rulers of the dungeon.

"Family."

"Family members?"

"Well, I'm here to accompany my family to participate in the competition. I hope I can achieve good results."

Upon hearing this, the duty team all sighed, but one person still asked, "Are you Lord Winter's brother?"

Without waiting for Ethan to speak, he responded by slapping the questioner on the shoulder. "Of course this is Lord Winter's husband! You ignorant thing, don't insult my intelligence by saying such things!"

Anyone with eyes can see that Ethan and Winter are not from the same race.

White hair and red eyes are the characteristics of the Northern Tribe. After being driven out of the imperial capital, the Northern Tribe disappeared in the depths of the northern border. Their numbers are so rare that they are like rare monsters. Ethan looks like a citizen of the empire, so how could he be a relative of Winter?
Then there is only one answer, the Winter Witch fell in love at a young age and married an imperial citizen.

Really...

So enviable!

The characteristics of the Northern Tribe are not welcome in the empire, but for the believers of the old gods, white hair and red eyes have a fatal attraction. They have more than once scolded the imperial nobles for squandering resources and driving the Northern Tribe out of the imperial capital, wishing they could live in the underground city.

The speaker glanced at Miss Chloe, who was following behind Ethan.

This high-level monster was something he had never seen before. It had golden feathers as bright as the sun and looked docile and obedient. He thought that Ethan was probably a believer of the goddess of hunting. The residents of the dungeon have always been open to the belief in Taoism.

Because faith can be transformed.

Before becoming believers of the Old Gods, they also believed in the so-called Right Gods and Middle Gods. It was not until they witnessed the power of the Old Gods that they realized how ridiculous their past beliefs were. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink!"

The outgoing member of the on-duty team invited Ethan, and he began to formulate a plan in his mind.

It is rare to find a newcomer like Ethan who has not yet decided on his faith. Since he calls himself a relative of Winter, he will definitely switch to one of the old gods in the future.

It's time to recruit new members. Being able to travel with a high-level monster implies that Ethan is a powerful hunter.

This is a potential newcomer!
Ethan readily agreed.

He followed a few people to a nearby pub with a sign saying "Broken Bones". It seemed that these on-duty team members were regular customers of this pub. As soon as they entered the door, the pub owner waved at them from a distance.

Taverns have always been places for gathering intelligence.

In addition to the local residents of the dungeon, the most common people in the tavern were those with the same red oil paint symbols painted on their faces and arms. Most of them behaved in a rough manner. Ethan saw several people gnawing on lamb legs, with their faces covered in oil and gravy, just like barbarians.

Soon, the clerk came over pushing a cart.

Two barrels of wine were stacked on top.

"Isn't this...not good?"

It looked like they were trying to get him drunk, but when he looked around, he found that there were several wine barrels piled next to almost every table. Some drunk guests just lay on the ground and slept like dead pigs. It seemed that the people in the pub were already accustomed to this scene.

"Aren't you on duty?"

Ethan didn't want to cause the on-duty personnel to be punished for absence from their posts on his first day in the dungeon.

"It doesn't matter, there won't be any intruders coming in!"

The on-duty team member said proudly, "Drink as much as you want today. This is the craftsmanship of the brewing master of Thunder City."

He dared to say that anyone who liked drinking would be fascinated by oatmeal wine.

Soon, the side dishes arrived.

A whole roasted lamb, and other plates contain pickled radishes, lettuce, and fresh fruits and vegetables to relieve the greasiness.

This was the highest level of treatment, and they showed the highest respect to Ethan.

For the followers of the Father of War, getting their guests drunk was their way of showing friendship.

"Friend, have you heard of the Lord of War?"

The four of them sat around a table, filled their glasses with oatmeal wine, and raised their glasses together.

For a moment, Ethan felt as if he had mistakenly entered a pyramid scheme.

Today, I won’t go home until I’m drunk.

This is the slogan shouted by the on-duty team members.

……

Caesarus, Lord of War, wields the power of courage and conquest.

Translated into the Empire's description of the evil god, it should be a symbol of strife and chaos. He learned the name of the third old god of the abyss from the on-duty team members with red oil paint symbols on their faces, but this power sounded somewhat similar to everyone's old friend Kane.

Looking back, after the Ophira incident, Kane left a note saying that he was going to settle accounts with Flor and the consortium, and then his whereabouts were unknown.

I wonder what kind of connection there is between Kane and the Lord of War.

Time flies. The moon is bright outside the Broken Bones Tavern, and the aroma of wine and gravy mixes together inside the tavern.

Thinking of this, Ethan asked, "Have you heard of Kane?"

"Kay... En? Who is that?"

The answer was intermittent, "Old, Old Sen... Let me tell you, you, the followers of the Goddess of Hunting, are best suited to become... what?"

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the sound disappeared completely.

The burly man's neck tilted and he fell to the ground.

There was a dead silence in the tavern, and the tavern owner looked at Ethan with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He was a witness to the cocktail party and saw the three on-duty team members go from toasting each other to taking turns to toast. During this period, six barrels of wine were added to the table. Now all the barrels were empty. The whole roasted lamb that filled the table was devoid of bones. The beak of the big golden bird was greasy. She tilted her neck and smiled with squinting eyes, and even the bones were chewed and swallowed into her stomach.

By the end of the cocktail party, the three people who were already confused started calling for off-field assistance.

The followers of the Father of War responded to the call one after another. They had long noticed Ethan - a respectable opponent worthy of fighting!

Most of the followers of the Father of War are alcoholics, and "Broken Bones" is prepared for such people.

But now, everyone has fallen.

Only Ethan seemed sober. After drinking the last follower of the Father of War, he stood up and walked towards the tavern owner, who was so scared that he took a step back.

"Boss, please pay for our table of drinks."

"15...Golden Lion."

Ethan took out his purse, counted out 15 gold coins and handed them to his boss.

Although the on-duty team members claimed that they would treat him to a drink, judging from their current appearance, they would probably not wake up for a while.

"Ms. Chloe, let's go back to the hotel."

"Gu Gu Gu Gu——!"

Miss Chloe flapped her wings happily and followed Ethan.

She hadn't eaten so well in a long time.

It was not until Ethan had left for a long time that the boss came to his senses. Looking at the believers falling down, he had to accept the shocking fact before him.

When the dawn of the next day illuminated the dungeon, a bombshell news spread like wildfire.

A terrifying new guy came to the dungeon and drank all the Warfather believers in the tavern by himself!
Even the War Council was alarmed. Drinking and eating meat were their ways of communicating. In the eyes of the believers, drinking capacity was a symbol of courage and strength. Under the watchful eye of the Father of War, no one could cheat at the table!
This made the lords of the War Council excited, and they ordered people to inquire about the news of the uninvited guest early in the morning.

A natural born follower of the Father of War!

This is their evaluation.

As soon as day broke, a war lord rushed into the temple excitedly and brought this exciting news to the man who was sitting quietly in the temple with his back to him.

Compared with the burly believers, the man was a little thin and his dress style seemed out of place.

The man was wearing black trousers, a double-breasted military uniform and had short hair. He looked very energetic.

"Kane, you have an opponent!"

The lord could not hide his excitement.

"who is it?"

The man opened his eyes and asked with interest.

"Old Sen," said the Lord, "that's what the people in the tavern call him."

At the same time, Ethan finished washing up and went to the first floor. After sleeping on the hard bed for a whole night, his body became a little stiff.

The hotels in the underground city have well preserved their style from centuries ago, exuding the beauty of the old times.

There was only one female worker in the hotel lobby, snoring at the counter, and a sign pointed to the restaurant on the first floor - the buffet breakfast area.

At least there was a breakfast buffet.

Ethan comforted himself in his heart and silently made up for the hotel's one-star service.

The environment in the dungeon is special, and there are almost no customers all year round. It is already good enough to be able to maintain the hotel. There are only two guests here, him and Miss Chloe.

However, all attempts to make amends came to a halt when he walked into the dining area.

This is indeed a dining area, and it fits the description of "self-service".

It’s just that the “self-service” format is a bit ahead of the times. A wide variety of ingredients are displayed on the shelves, including vegetables, fruits, chicken, beef and mutton, and they all look very fresh.

The only downside is that the ingredients are all raw.

There was a line of small words on the wall, "The chef is out, please use the kitchen as you like, and come back in three days."

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the hungry Ethan. He was busy cheating while drinking last night and didn't eat many bites of the roasted whole lamb. Now, what was waiting for him in the dining area were only unprocessed ingredients.

Miss Chloe looked up at him sweetly and uttered a soft "coo".

"I can help you!"

Miss Chloe extended an invitation to him.

Although she didn't mind eating it raw, Ethan was a human and had a hard time adjusting to the texture of raw meat.

Ethan's eyes went dark.

For the first time in his life, he had to stay in a hotel and cook for himself. He couldn't help but reflect on whether it was a wrong decision to decline Nightmare's invitation.

However, he still has a backup plan.

He glanced at the fresh ingredients and made a decision.

"Miss Chloe."

"Goo?"

“Have you ever heard of shawarma?”

(End of this chapter)