Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 236: Stop destroying Caesaros’ worldview
Ethan's initiative to volunteer surprised Lin Dong a little. After all, in her opinion, Ethan was a low-key and introverted person who rarely associated himself with descriptions such as "the strongest".

And this time, although what he said was likely true, it also showed Kane that he was a greater elemental shaper than MacAdrean.

Elemental casting is a new term coined by Ethan.

Before this, no craftsman had ever been able to combine elemental magic with forging. Writing elemental magic into energy-storing parchment through elemental mapping was already the limit of elemental magic craftsmanship in this world.

But in fact, Ethan had completed a corresponding attempt several months ago.

The electromagnetic crossbow is the result of this theory, and after that, the "Sword of Oath and Victory" appeared, which is as powerful as the holy sword.

As Ethan spoke, the blue-haired girl was ready.

She pulled up her bangs and took out a small hammer from somewhere, dressed like a blacksmith.

This is a different picture in Kane's eyes.

He saw the broken Spear of War rising into the air with the help of some force and hovering in mid-air. From its direction, he could vaguely see that there seemed to be an invisible being carrying the broken spear on its shoulders.

This is the command center of the subhuman army, which already has an armory and a forging room.

The person in charge of guarding the forging room was a lizardman. After learning the purpose of Ethan's visit, he gladly gave up the room.

Since the war became passive and the morale of the troops was low, the work of the Lizardmen as blacksmiths has become idle. The large amount of stored inventory cannot be used, and there are no additional battles to deal with.

"Go to the War Lord and find out why Macadlin is here."

Ethan said.

This is obviously inconsistent with the history of war and is definitely not a result that Caesaros would like to see.

As the "big villain" of this world, MacAdellin's only fate is to wait to be killed by the candidates participating in the Trial of Courage. He does not need to have too many ideas of his own, nor does he need such strong action ability.

Apparently, the War Lord thought so too.

When the demihumans reported Macad-Derlin's visit, it could hardly believe its ears and confirmed again and again that it was the hateful human elemental shaper who came, and not a demihuman with the same name.

It even suspected that this was another conspiracy of McAdellin.

A human-shaped bomb was created just to blow up the strategic command center.

But as the commander of this war, it had to arrange this meeting. In order to determine MacAdrean's intentions, it specially called Kane and Winter as advisers.

MacAdrean saw winter again.

He was stunned for a long while, and for some reason, a subtle fear suddenly arose in his heart.

This witch with white hair and red eyes seemed to be everywhere, and judging from her temperament and eyes, the winter in front of him was not the "fake" he met when he was fishing at the lake before.

"McAdelin, how dare you break in here."

The War Lord interrupted his thoughts with an unfriendly tone, but also seemed a little excited.

Because it noticed that the person who appeared in front of it was MacAdrean himself.

Although it is not yet certain what was wrong with this human's brain, he did make a stupid decision.

Without the protection of the magic network, it is definitely not difficult to kill a human elemental shaper.

The subhuman officers had already understood what was going on and were lying in ambush outside the command room with their weapons ready, waiting for the war lord's order to rush in and hack the human leader to death.

"I said, I'm here to negotiate."

MacAdlin once again stated his purpose, "Before that, I have a question for you, why did you join this war?"

Hearing this, the War Lord almost confirmed it.

MacAdlin must be crazy to ask such a stupid question. The executioners outside the command room looked at each other in confusion.

When a man who is considered wise behaves like a fool, even they can see that something is wrong.

Despite this, the Warlord still answered the question raised by Macadlin, "Don't forget, you are the traitors who betrayed the gods and tried to drive them out of this world."

This answer was as powerful as a judge reading out the prisoner's crime, "And I will take your head in the name of Caesarus, the father of war."

An expected answer.

Just like the people in the camp, their positions were preset in advance, and no matter what happened afterwards, they had to move forward in the predetermined direction.

"What about before that?"

MacAdrin did not make an impassioned speech, nor did he even comment on the war itself. He came here just to confirm one fact - was he the only one who had noticed an abnormality in the world?
At the camp, Cynthia's answer disappointed him.

When McAdellin proposed this theory, Cynthia thought he was under too much pressure recently and had unrealistic hallucinations.

The shadow under the helmet fluctuated.

For a moment, it didn't know how to answer this sharp question.

Without waiting for it to speak, MacAdrean threw the same question to the axemen lying in ambush outside, "What about you? What were you doing before that?"

"We live in Moonglade with our tribe."

A simple and honest demihuman with pointy ears poked his head in and answered the question.

"Have you really been there?"

MacAdrin's question made the Asian man fall into deep thought.

All memories of his hometown remain in his memory, vague and distant, and his next question shattered this illusory "background story".

——"What specific things happened between you and your people in Moonglade?"

Not only the pointy-eared demihuman fell silent, all the swordsmen were stumped by the same question.

But in theory, this is not a difficult problem at all.

This is so strange.

They clearly know where they came from and where they are going, but once they trace back the details, they can't remember anything.

It's just like……

Suddenly I woke up from a dream and knew that I had to take up arms and fight to the death with humans.

Those humans betrayed their God and are a bunch of shameless people.

And the war is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to them.

The silence outside the door was the best answer to MacAdrean. It seemed that "amnesia" did not only occur in humans. This was definitely not a sequelae of exploring the magic network. In fact, perhaps everyone in the world was infected with this disease.

MacAdrin's heart was beating wildly.

He felt that he had touched the truth of this world.

This truth goes beyond war itself.

Kane and Winter listened to MacAdellen's questioning and were surprised. They were witnessing a puppet breaking free from control, and he seemed to be trying to awaken more puppets like him.

But they had no idea how McAdellin's failure occurred.

This is the world created by Caesaros. Every living being born here must live according to His ideas. The demi-human outside the door naturally cannot answer Maca-Derlin's questions.

Because, their backstory doesn’t matter.

Whether they are demi-humans or humans, they only exist as a foil for the Trial of Courage. When their mission is over, everything here will be overturned and restarted.

Not to mention background knowledge, even the names of many of the "puppets" have not been set.

There are a large number of anonymous elemental shapers in Macadlin's camp. They have even become accustomed to referring to each other with general terms such as "Hey" and "Brother". Only those who have left a deep impression on Kaisaros are worthy of having names.

The same is true for Asians.

Until now, they didn't know the names of any of the demi-humans, they were only divided by rank.

An officer or an ordinary soldier.

It is not difficult to see that Caesaros did not care about these individuals when he created this world. Their existence was just to make this place look more like a real battlefield.

Wherever a war breaks out, people are needed to fill the battlefield, and people are needed to bleed and die, so that the cruelty of the war can be reflected.

"What about you, Miss Winter?"

MacAdellin's gaze finally fell on Winter.

The truth of this world was brought by the witch in front of him, and now he no longer intends to consider why Winter, as a human, would appear in the enemy's base camp and seem to have a very high status among the sub-humans. In the face of the truth, the division of camps is no longer important.

"Come and take part in the trial."

This answer attracted everyone's attention.

"Trial?"

"It's very simple. According to the rules, as long as I take off your head, I will win."

Lin Dong said, "There are three people participating in the trial. Theoretically, we are competitors."

"...Mr. Ethan, is he also a participant?"

That explains everything.

Including why the two of them could "cast spells without reciting incantations" and why they seemed to know many things beyond this world.

Even though he proposed the idea of ​​establishing an academy to the two of them and extended an invitation to them, they remained calm, as if they already knew the future course of history.

"Then why didn't you take action when you were at the lake? That should have been the best opportunity."

MacAdellin thought back to the encounter at the lake.

Until now, he still couldn't estimate their attainments in elemental energy magic, which was a field that even he had never touched.

He had no doubt that Ethan Winter could complete the trial before the elemental shapers in the camp arrived.

“Because it’s too easy and not challenging at all.”

For a moment, the room was silent.

Getting rid of Macadelin had taken almost all of their efforts, but Winter saw this as a test without any challenge.

"This is the will set by Caesaros, not ours."

Therefore, long before entering the Trial of Courage, they had already changed the content of the trial without authorization.

"Congratulations, you are very close to the truth." Winter said, "To us, this is just a false world, and you are not MacAdrenaline."

His guess was confirmed, and MacDerlin finally loosened his clenched fists.

He realized it the moment the ice slice cut his wrist.

Human blood is supposed to be red.

There is no doubt that the real MacAdrean should be a human being, and what flows in his body should definitely not be some dark substance.

He stared at the War Lord. Under that armor, there was only deep darkness.

If you peeled off everyone's skin, they would probably all be like this.

"Don't you understand? This is a fake world, including this war!" MacAdrean raised his voice.

There is no point in continuing this war. They are all crickets in the arena. Victory and defeat are meaningless.

The War Lord remained unmoved, but the demihumans outside the door could no longer hold back.

"Is what you said true?"

"Can you provide evidence?"

If these words had just come from Macadlin's mouth, they would naturally sneer and think that this was just another trick of humans, but Winter had a very high credibility in their minds.

And Ethan.

That person seems to be more trustworthy than the War Lord.

But this truth is really hard to accept.

That everything they had been through, all the battles and struggles, and the creeds they had followed were all false?

The subhuman's questioning voice disappeared as MacAdrin raised his right arm. They clearly saw this human take out a dagger in front of everyone, and the sharp blade left a deep wound on his wrist that could be seen to the bone.

What flowed out was not blood, but some dark substance.

What was exposed from the wound was not human tissue.

"What does this mean?"

"It means I am no different from you."

Hearing this, the pointy-eared demihuman came to his senses and took out his dagger, imitating MacAdrean's actions.

The wound was deep, but there was not much actual pain. A shadow-like black substance was surging, and the part beneath the skin did not seem to be much different from MacAdrenaline.

"Winning or losing this war means nothing."

Winter took advantage of the situation and started to finish off the enemy, taking the initiative to take on the role of the first person to shake the morale of the army. "Our presence here means one thing."

She attracted everyone's attention again.

This human had no respect for Caesaros at all, and even called him the Father of War by his name.

"Kaesaros failed long ago and was sealed by humans in another dimension. Even if you win this war, you can't change the established history, let alone break the seal and let Him return to this world."

Just now, she found something interesting.

It also seems particularly delicious to appreciate the process of faith going from firmness to collapse.

"enough!"

An intolerable voice drowned out all discussion.

The armored figure in front of the command table slammed the table and stood up, and a steady stream of shadows were gathering towards him.

The surging shadows behind him condensed into black wings. The moment he stretched out his hand, a pitch-black sword broke through the air.

Almost at the same time, red lightning streaked across the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun was obscured by dark clouds. Countless cracks spread across the walls, and the entire building seemed on the verge of collapse at any time.

It knew the consequences of allowing this conversation to continue.

The Father of War does not need a bunch of puppets that have broken free from their strings. Fortunately, it is here, witnessing everything that is happening and can pull back in time.

"As the examiner, I declare you failed!"

Its voice was full of majesty, overlapping with some higher level existence.

Kane had witnessed such a scene before.

As creations of Caesaros, they have the same power as the Giant Gods and high-level demons, and they exist for war.

Things don't always go the way they expect, but that's to be expected.

After losing his mind, Caesaros needed someone to replace him to keep the world running as usual, and now, the "manager" appeared before them.

Its silhouette floated into the air, and the gathering dark clouds blocked the sun, looking down with angry eyes at those who had betrayed once again.

There is only one fate for betrayers.

It pointed the black sword at Kane and Winter, and the dark energy enveloped the entire space.

“This is where things get tricky.”

Kane was ready for battle, but this time was different from before, as he was also added to the list of those on trial. What was worse was that perhaps because he was too close to Caesaros, this war lord was much more powerful than the previous "old butler".

This was an unplanned battle, and if possible, he would prefer to attack in an unexpected way.

But now is no time to complain about Winter's abrupt start of the attack.

The destructive power contained in the dark energy.

Faced with this familiar power, the demihumans had lost all desire to resist.

They are all creations of Caesaros, and the War Lord has the power of life and death over them.

How could God's creations possibly rebel against their God?
The earth element barrier cast by Macadlin was torn to pieces in an instant. He was the first puppet to escape his fate and should have become the number one target of the War Lord's purge.

The dark figure was so close that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and MacAdellin's gaze did not linger on the approaching figure.

He learned the secret of teleportation magic from the magic network.

This can help Winter and Kane leave here temporarily, but in front of the angry War Lord, the teleportation field cannot be maintained for too long, and it is difficult to take everyone away.

Perhaps, he will die here today.

But McCarty-Dellin has no regrets.

His eyes narrowed, and the ebony staff in his hand hit the ground. The black sword that was swinging towards him was moved away by the suddenly expanding magic circle. In a battle of this level, a deviation of one second is enough to decide many things.

"Go in."

MacAdrin shouted, "Go to the camp and tell them--!"

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The familiar feeling is back.

He only felt a brief blank in his mind, and an unprecedented coldness enveloped him. He clearly saw the raging black lightning stagnate in mid-air and was frozen in the ice in an extremely strange way.

The demihumans, who were slow to react, finally noticed the changes outside the building.

The pitch-black barrier had been replaced by a layer of white ice at some point, covering the entire arc.

What followed was a muffled "bang" sound.

That was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

They saw the unstoppable War Lord fall to the ground, the armor made by Caesaros himself was covered by ice, and the shadow under the helmet no longer surged.

Kane was stunned.

This time, even he didn't notice when Winter made its move.

Compared to the first time they met, Winter's domain magic has made a qualitative leap.

This is no longer magic that a "saint" can measure.

The frozen War Lord slid along the ground all the way in front of her. There was no mercy in her eyes. She raised her right foot high and aimed at the shadow under the helmet that was about to be extinguished at any time.

But the next moment, Lin Dong was suddenly stunned.

The gathered ice elements disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. A shattering sound was heard from the ice dome, and broken ice flakes hit the ground like hail.

She looked pale and exhausted.

This sudden change caused Kane's brain to crash for a long time.

Is this a backlash of magic?

Or was it that her domain magic was too powerful, triggering some defense mechanism left by Caesaros?

Kane didn't like this unknown feeling. He couldn't notice when Winter's magic was broken, and her pale face showed that she was suffering from the pain of the backlash of magic.

Immediately afterwards, Kane heard footsteps approaching from afar.

"I sensed the gathering of elements. What happened?"

A concerned voice came from the door.

A young man with a spear on his back squeezed out from the crowd, and then Kane witnessed an extremely strange scene - he found that Winter seemed to have sensed the young man's arrival long ago, and "stumbled" towards the door before he appeared. The timing was so precise that it was amazing. Just when the young man squeezed out of the crowd, he "weakly" fell into the other's arms.

Kane wanted to say something, but he noticed something even more unusual.

A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Dong's originally pale face.

She buried her face in the young man's chest, so naturally, this smile could not be noticed by the other party.

It was a smile of success, and it made Kane forget what he wanted to say for a moment.

The originally frozen War Lord would naturally not let go of the opportunity in front of him, and he did not intend to give Winter any time to catch his breath. Although he did not know why Winter was backlashed, now was not the time to think too much.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Winter had its back to it.

Everyone felt the horror of this attack, and also felt its determination to face death head-on.

They heard the sound of space breaking.

Everything here can no longer withstand the pressure brought by the black sword.

The young man swung a spear and stabbed it straight into the war lord's chest.

The spear looked ordinary, like an exercise for a beginner.

However, the flying figure stopped.

There was a hole in its chest, and it lay on the floor in great peace.

The black energy beneath the armor was like a extinguished flame. The young man drew out his spear, his face full of confusion.

"What's going on?"

Ethan asked the stunned onlookers questions. When he arrived, he saw the sudden attack of the War Lord on Winter, so he stopped the other party in the spirit of peace.

The good news is that after his persuasion, the War Lord calmed down.

The bad news is, it doesn't seem to be moving much.

And he had to emphasize one fact.

He just pulled out his spear, and it was the War Lord himself who bumped into him.

Everybody saw it.

(End of this chapter)