Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 224 May the breeze guide your path

Ethan's words had a great effect.

He saw that Wilson's whole body was emitting black energy, his fists were clenched, his facial features were twisted with anger, and blue veins extended from his neck to his face. After hearing about the death of Esoke, Wilson's breathing became heavy and his body could not stop shaking.

"As much as I want to comfort you, Mr. Wilson."

Ethan continued, "But it was definitely not an easy death. He was transformed into a monster by the Red Death. You should have found it difficult to recognize him. This is basically in line with my idea."

Normally, Ethan didn't like to poke holes in other people's spines, but from Wilson's sharp comments about the asylum agent and the Hearth Bay staff, and the way he talked about the corpse, he thought that maybe the other party was a fan of hell jokes. However, Wilson's reaction at this moment made Ethan correct this view.

Perhaps Mr. Wilson is half, or a third, a lover of Hell’s jokes.

This is mainly reflected in the fact that he can unscrupulously make fun of others with hell jokes, but once it is his turn, he will immediately get angry and look like he is ready to fight.

These words once again irritated Wilson, causing him to lose the ability to speak for a while.

Ethan had to guess why the other party had called him here.

The magic circle under his feet has some unknown function. Wilson also specifically emphasized that this is the bottomless abyss, a world created by the power of the old gods. The old gods' big hands can cross the plane and be deployed here at any time. They must want to cooperate with Xinkalo to ambush him here.

Perhaps he would have to do some penance, and prostrate himself before the shrine of Esoke.

"If it happens again..."

Ethan stared into those bloodshot eyes. Since Wilson was so angry that he couldn't speak, he could only let him talk on his own. "I will still do it."

Wilson couldn't listen any longer. The black gas turned into burning black fire. Countless arms woven by shadows emerged from the magic circle and reached out to Ethan who was trapped in the magic circle.

He was going to watch Ethan being torn to pieces.

This is an ancient sealing array. No matter who is standing inside, an elemental shaper, a great magician, or a transcendent being from other paths, their power will be unable to function in front of the old gods. He summoned the servants of the demon lord Xinkalo with a spell. He was willing to sign a contract with those ancient demons and offer sacrifices for them.

However, Ethan's expression made Wilson very dissatisfied.

In his imagination, Ethan should be begging for mercy desperately at this moment. He should be crawling in front of the shrine of Isok, begging for his forgiveness.

The cause of Ethan's death was that he was too arrogant and regarded this world created by the old gods as an empire, as the world belonging to mankind.

But the reality was that Ethan just looked at him calmly, raised his hand and pointed at Wilson's face.

Wilson instinctively looked where Ethan's finger was pointing. He vaguely felt the breeze blowing past his ears, but there was nothing there.

But Ethan saw a blue-haired girl raising her left hand high.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp slap hit Wilson's left cheek, leaving the man stunned.

The wind element is very small and usually weak in character. The slap didn't even leave a red handprint on Wilson's face, but it left something else.

It looked like a crack, starting from the left cheek where he was slapped, and quickly went through his entire face.

The cracks did not stop there, they quickly spread around and turned into a grid pattern.

Another breeze blew by, giving the crumbling "pattern" the final blow. Wilson still stood there without saying a word, and the grids fell to the ground like building blocks blown away by the wind.

The shadow arms that were about to move stopped, and they seemed to have noticed the existence of the blue-haired girl.

The blue-haired girl turned around, her golden eyes meeting the object that was about to emerge from the magic circle. All the arms shrank back as if escaping, and when the last arm disappeared, the black flame burning in the magic circle also dissipated.

At the same time, a shadow descended outside the mansion, heading towards the Rattler who was waiting outside.

Wilson is dead.

Shadow brings news.

It refers to complete death.

Wilson did not wake up from the Pool of Rebirth again. If other senior executives of the Lofik Group knew about this, it would inevitably cause panic.

For a long time, the Pool of Rebirth has been their biggest trump card. It is both a reward from their master and the reason why they can act recklessly in the outside world.

All those recorded in the Pool of Rebirth were extremely important managers of the consortium, and now, the position of the person in charge of the Empire's military industry was vacant.

This was not an unexpected result. The moment Wilson decided to attack Ethan, the outcome was already determined. However, Diamondback sensed something unusual in Wilson's death.

The relationship between Ethan and the old gods was much closer than she had imagined.

This looks more like...

The owner personally took back Wilson's place.

Xiangwei had no doubt that after she said those words in the hotel, her place was taken back. She only had one last chance to live, and the next death would be her end.

On the other side, Ethan released the tied man.

When the cloth stuffed in his mouth was taken out, he almost cried.

Ethan learned that he was also an investigator of the Asylum Bureau and a colleague of the man who died on the execution platform. One day not long ago, Wilson's men suddenly found them and tricked them here on the pretext of investigating the "Red Death". After that, there was endless torture and execution.

Although they had nothing to do with the death of Asoke, and even though they had confessed everything, the cruel Wilson was still unwilling to let them go.

He watched his colleague being tortured to death. Wilson cut off his limbs while he was still alive and burned every inch of his skin with a red-hot iron. As for another staff member from Hearth Bay, after he confessed everything, he was stuffed into the iron maiden crying, and there was no sound from him since then.

Wilson has gone mad.

Before this, no one could have imagined that he would be a believer of the evil god.

The investigator's body couldn't stop shaking as he spoke. From time to time, he looked at the "puzzle" that was standing still and broken into pieces on the ground, as if he was trying to confirm whether Wilson, the cruel demon, was really dead.

Not long after, Rattler rushed in, and after learning about the investigator's situation, he only said, "I'll take care of the aftermath."

It's part of her daily routine.

Every day in the past, as Flor's secretary, she had countless follow-up tasks to deal with, and she was already familiar with it.

She asked Ethan to return to the consortium's base to rest for a day, and she would take care of the voting.

……

It was a terrible day for the followers of Sincarlo.

As night fell, the top executives of the consortium learned a shocking piece of news - Wilson was dead.

True death means not waking up in the pool of rebirth and having your soul scattered.

The voting time was also brought forward.

Flor, who had become weird a few days ago, finally came out of the temple. It was time for him to vote in advance. Although he looked a little haggard, his condition seemed to have recovered a lot.

He claimed that he heard his master's oracle in the temple.

Protect the rattlesnake.

More importantly, let Heisenberg attend the festival.

When the top executives of the consortium heard the news, they all frowned.

"How do we know if you made this up?"

Someone raised doubts.

They were still unwilling to believe in a chosen one who seemed to have gone mad after the failure of the Ophira incident, and such a thing had never happened before. Before each festival, many lists of candidates would appear among the Xinkalo believers, and even Flor himself had experienced this tradition.

Compared with the one-man election by the believers next door, they have a more advanced voting system.

Only this time, the master suddenly assigned a name, and that person was not even a true believer!
"I just conveyed the master's order."

In response to the doubts raised by the top executives of the consortium, Flor was too lazy to explain, "You can bet that I'm lying."

Hearing this, there was a dead silence in the conference room.

This is a life-threatening gamble.

If Flor fabricated his master's orders, he would be punished most cruelly. Similarly, if they ignored his orders and finally elected an irrelevant candidate, each of them would be in trouble.

The key is whether the risk is worth the bet.

The top management looked at each other in surprise.

——Not worth it.

They saw the obvious answer in each other's eyes. In their opinion, Flor had no chance. Once the festival was over, a new Chosen One would take his place. After losing his position as the head of the consortium, Flor would have to be held responsible for the failure of Ophira.

The reorganization of the Deep Sea Council caused their past "investments" to fall through. Now many industries have been directly driven out of the Western Continent. The economic losses have reached an immeasurable level, and someone must be held accountable for this.

They were all waiting for this moment to come.

"In that case, the outcome of the meeting is simple."

Xiangwei said smoothly. She had not expected Flor's sudden change. She didn't even need to speak at the meeting tonight. She could guess the result of the vote from the helpless looks of others. "Those who oppose Heisenberg's candidacy, please raise your hands."

There was silence in the conference room.

Only one person raised his hand halfway, but when he saw that no one around responded, he retracted his hand in anger.

"Then, according to the results of the meeting's vote, Heisenberg will be the candidate."

Rattle announced the results of the meeting.

Wilson, the destabilizing factor, died, and Ethan became the new candidate.

Things were going according to her plan, but she couldn't be happy. According to her past experience, whenever things went too smoothly, it often meant that potential danger was about to occur.

What is going wrong?
Leaving the meeting room, Xiangwei was full of worries.

Suddenly, she sensed something unusual and abruptly changed her route, heading towards her mansion.

It was the safest place in the upper city - that's what she told Ethan, so it was the safest decision to temporarily house the investigator from the Asylum Bureau in her mansion. At this juncture, no one would break into her mansion to search for people, not to mention that everyone's attention was now on the festival and Heisenberg, and no one would waste time on an investigator who was not presentable.

Rattle promised Ethan that no matter who between him and Winter became the Chosen One, they would have the power to arrange for the investigator to leave.

only……

The doubts in her heart deepened. Xiangwei returned to the mansion and walked up the stairs to the door of the innermost room. There was no light coming through the crack of the door, which meant that the investigator did not turn on the light. She covered up the sound of her footsteps along the way. After stopping for a moment, she heard a noise coming from the room. It sounded like the sound of scratching something, very light and intermittent.

"Come in, Miss Rattle."

The investigator's tone changed, no longer trembling with fear, and his voice seemed to overlap with something chaotic.

The door was not locked and there was a faint smell of blood in the room.

The investigator sat on the bed with his back to her, scratching his face repeatedly with his hands. He looked very itchy, to the point of being unbearable.

This means that the body's original owner is rejecting it.

The possessed demons need to be invited by the owner of the body, and must follow the rules, whether by coercion or deception. If they forcibly occupy someone's body, the current symptoms will appear.

"Your acting skills are pretty good. You actually fooled Ethan."

"Acting?"

The investigator turned around, and Rattle saw a pair of red eyes without whites, which would also be a symptom of demon possession. Unlike believers, demons were created by Xinkalo himself, and unlike other creations of the old gods, they possessed extremely high intelligence, even smarter than humans.

Of course, according to the description of the imperial people, demons are synonymous with insidiousness and cunningness. They always use conspiracy to take away everything from people and destroy their families.

"Maybe I was really scared?"

The investigator's mouth was stiffly raised, as if suspended by an invisible thread. "Wilson never mentioned that he asked me to deal with this kind of thing. Damn it - oh, he's dead."

The investigator's face was covered in blood, and his nails had scratched his skin, leaving several marks on it.

"And you, Rattle, it looks like we're on the same page."

"It depends on your attitude."

"Of course... Let's start with Wilson's plan. It's a magic sealing circle that was specially developed to deal with elemental shapers and magicians. Well, let me tell you another secret. Our father is particularly concerned about magicians and has created many methods specifically for dealing with them."

"Because he was betrayed, the magician believed in the god of trickery, and he was once the master's believer, the most favored one."

The "investigator" was a little surprised by Xiangwei's answer. "Did that person tell you?"

Rattle didn't intend to answer directly, and asked instead, "So, your spell failed?"

"It's hard to say it was a failure. The human didn't use any magic at all, and it seemed he had no intention of using magic from the beginning."

The "investigator" frowned stiffly. He witnessed the whole process from the side. Wilson's death was like being hit head-on by some kind of cutting magic. He felt the gathering of wind elements.

If I have to describe it, this is more like the behavior of the wind element.

It has seen many powerful elemental shapers who need to use spells to drive elemental spirits. It is not difficult to deal with them. As long as the connection between them and the elemental spirits is cut off, no matter how powerful the magic is, it will have nowhere to be used.

Wilson worked on this magic circle for more than a month under its guidance, but he did not expect to get such a result in the end.

They originally thought that Ethan was an exceptionally powerful saint, but now it seems that this judgment was extremely wrong.

It stated its observations, "It was Wilson's behavior that made the wind element unhappy."

"You mean to say that he was killed by the elemental spirits?"

"Miss Rattle, things are not as simple as you think. They are very ancient beings. When my father and them first came, these natural elements had already appeared. Being hated by them is a terrible thing."

It paused, and concluded, "That's no different from being hated by the world itself. You'll be so unlucky that you'll choke to death when drinking water."

However, this also indirectly illustrates a problem.

Wilson was deceived by Ethan, perhaps everyone was deceived by Ethan.

They mistook him for an elemental shaper and took him to be a human who mastered powerful elemental magic, but in fact, they were facing some completely unknown existence.

"I mean, even my father doesn't know what it is."

Every word the "investigator" said was like a hammer hitting Rattler's heart. In fact, she had made the same "mistake".

However, the demon that possessed the investigator actually did the work of the shelter, trying to understand a life they had never seen before and whose details they knew nothing about.

"That's why he's interested, isn't it? Father is now fascinated by this strange thing and can't wait to meet him."

The Investigator said, "So He is very pleased with your behavior. You don't have to worry anymore."

"What's your purpose?"

Rattler certainly wouldn't let down his guard so easily.

She knew demons. Every time they appeared, they had a strong purpose and would not stop until they achieved their goal. While the "investigator" was speaking, she was secretly evaluating the other party's intentions.

Did Wilson summon it, or did the master send it here?
"Make sure he meets his father."

The Investigator said, "Of course, this is the latest target. My deal with Wilson has been rescinded. After all, he is already dead. What a shame."

This is indeed a pity.

Since his son's death, Wilson has gradually fallen into madness, which has made him a big and generous customer.

There will be no such suckers coming to pay tribute to it in the future.

"Then get out of this human. If Ethan saw it, he would definitely ask about the wound on his face."

Rattle said.

She had promised Ethan that she would take good care of the investigator before the end of the festival. Now that his face was covered in blood, it was clear that he did not receive good care. "Don't embarrass me."

"Of course, but you know us well, I need a new container."

"That's easy to do."

Hibiki looked at the golden container on the bedside table and signaled with his eyes, "You can stay in there until the festival is over."

"…Are you kidding me?"

The container it refers to is, of course, a human being who will accept its possession, is willing to be controlled by it, and can move freely.

"Your goal will be achieved soon, and you won't need to do anything extra."

Rattle said in an unquestionable manner, "Otherwise I will tell Ethan what you did, saying that you scratched this human's face... You don't want to be hated by the elemental spirits, do you?"

She saw the "investigator's" expression froze on his face.

This is what it said itself.

The consequences of being hated by elemental spirits are very serious, and it will be so unlucky that it will choke to death even when drinking water.

Worse still, they are everywhere, even in this world created by the Old Gods.

"I see."

The devil gnashed his teeth, and the investigator on the bed suddenly opened his mouth and spit out red smoke, which hovered in the air for a moment, as if hesitating.

It could escape from the mansion immediately, but the result would be that Ethan would soon know about it.

Or, just stay in the container on the bedside table for the time being...just be patient!
Whatever, the festival won’t last long.

As the demon made its judgment, the swirling red smoke resigned itself to its fate and drilled into the container. The container shook a few times and then stopped moving.

The "investigator" came back to his senses and looked at Rattle with confused eyes. It took him a long time to feel the pain, and the wound on his face made him grimace.

He felt like he had had a very long dream.

Xiangwei's words confirmed his thoughts, "You had a nightmare, Mr. Investigator, recuperate for a while, the festival will be over soon."

……

Many people are destined to suffer from insomnia tonight.

But this did not include Ethan. When he woke up the next day, Rattle came to his door.

This was Flor's special request.

As the winner of the last festival, he planned to pass on some experience to Ethan as a veteran. The location was in the temple of Xinkalo, where believers erected statues of each of God's chosen ones to commemorate them.

"Don't worry, it's just an ordinary meeting."

"Row."

"But don't cause trouble."

Rattle followed Ethan and listened to his whispers.

The secrets that the devil had revealed last night kept circling in her mind.

Ethan is not normal, he is not human at all.

And now, she felt that Ethan's mental state might not be as optimistic as they imagined - just like now, he was turning his head to the side and talking to the air around him, his right hand slightly raised, as if something was holding his arm.

"Mr. Ethan, who are you talking to?"

Xiangwei took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Wind element."

"You mean the elementals? What are they like?"

"She is a quiet and introverted literary girl."

Literary girl! ?
Xiangwei's smile froze on her face. She had never heard anyone describe elemental elves like this.

"Blue shoulder-length hair, golden eyes."

Ethan described the characteristics of the wind element to Xiangwei, "Don't worry, she has a good personality and won't do anything drastic."

Yes, he was sure of it.

The proficiency level of Wind Blade Technique is Lv5, which means that his affinity with the Wind Elemental Spirit has reached its limit.

This also means that no one in this world understands the wind elemental elves better than him.

(End of this chapter)