Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 238 Avant-garde Art
Kane felt like he had had a very long dream.

In the dream, all his expectations came true. It was the feeling of being a god in the true sense, and the world would always respond to his thoughts.

However, at the other end of the beautiful dream, there were corpses and debris all over the ground.

Even the castle in front of us is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its shiny appearance is being peeled off, revealing its true appearance.

The small hill was made of piled bones, and the lanterns used for lighting were hanging heads with red flames burning in the black eye sockets.

This has also become one of the few sources of light in the world.

When this beautiful dream ended, the sun had been swallowed by darkness, the cracks in the clouds connected together, and looking up was an eternal night with no end in sight.

"How is this going?"

“The world has been infiltrated.”

Ethan said.

Just as he said, everything in the castle courtyard was the result of self-defense. He noticed something unusual about the old butler and the servants. They looked very different from Caesaros' creations. So, he conducted a simple test according to the knowledge provided in "Understanding 100 Dark Creatures".

The delicate peeling skin and the horns that symbolize the devil's identity say it all.

Ethan had to admire the knowledge of humans. The experienced old demon hunter helped him again.

For a long time, demons have been the number one target of demon hunters. Even this profession itself was born because of demons. In the book, the old demon hunter defines demons as the most insidious and cunning existence in the world.

When the lie was exposed, the demons in the courtyard attacked him.

"penetration……?"

Kane saw the old butler's body in the courtyard. His body had swelled several times, and his gray skin had burst his tuxedo, revealing the green lines branded on his chest. These were all symbols of the Xinkalo believers.

A terrible guess was brewing in his mind.

"Regarding Kaisaros's 'reincarnation' plan, this may have been a conspiracy of Xinkalo from the beginning."

Ethan expressed his own judgment that the appearance of high-level demons in the Trial of Courage was the best evidence.

When Kaisaros excitedly thought that he was one step ahead of all the old gods and was the first to find a way to return to this world, he had already fallen into Xinkalo's trap.

These words made Kane feel scared.

He almost immediately remembered the old butler's temptation in the "sweet dream". If he responded to the fire burning in his heart and immersed himself in the dream world forever, he would probably become a puppet controlled by Xin Carlo.

"As for the specific reasons, we should know them soon."

As he spoke, the broken bodies on the ground began to melt. They merged with the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

The world collapsed and all living things were reset. This was probably the "good result" they achieved in the trial of courage.

This is the result of the influence of the referee.

According to their original plan, once Kane completed the fusion, he would be able to repair the cracks caused by the collapse. However, at the most critical moment, he was affected by a high-level demon.

Now that the collapse is complete and even the sun has been swallowed up, the only way left is to reset it.

Kane clenched the Spear of War in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

The story started by Caesaros is developing in an unpredictable direction. In fact, He may not be the real initiator of this story.

He felt the energy flowing through his body, and when he shattered his dream, the fusion process stopped.

As the surface layer peeled off, the castle's throne revealed its true appearance.

It sits atop countless skulls, proof of countless killings and deaths.

Kane stared at the Skull Throne in the distance and finally made a decision.

Theoretically, they had already failed the Trial of Courage, and as losers, all three of them should have been eliminated. However, in the history of the Abyss Festival, there had never been a situation where all three candidates had failed.

"Old Sen, you are right."

After a long pause, Kane said, "You should be able to find the answer soon."

It's not just Kesaros's "reincarnation" plan, Xinkalo's conspiracy, but also the origin of this world. Through the magic network, they vaguely saw a blurry figure. When this world was still a barren land, someone called for the coming of the old gods.

Golden flames burned in his eyes, and the brilliant energy spread to the spear of war in his hand, enveloping it.

Kane hopes Ethan can find the answer, and he will personally rewrite the ending of the Trial of Courage for the two of them.

He gathered all his strength and threw the spear forward.

The golden energy tore through space, briefly leaving a gap for a door.

Caesaros is the judge of the Trial of Courage, and therefore, the trial has not yet failed.

"When you meet Xinkalo, don't forget to give him a good beating for me."

After that, Kane walked towards the throne on top of the skull and said, "I have some things to deal with here, so I won't go with you."

He has heard the call of the throne.

That was the "treasure" that originally belonged to him, and this world has not ended yet.

Kane suddenly felt relaxed.

Returning to the throne and retrieving the treasure is the destiny of "Human Kane". He has always imagined this scene as the last step of his life. He has almost never thought about the part after the "ending". But in the dream just now, he witnessed the world after the ending.

Ethan had already demonstrated it to him in his dream, and this time, even without the other party's help, he could get the world back on track.

A completely dark world, without a single ray of light.

Everyone is in darkness, waiting to perish along with the old world and embrace their own destiny. Such restarts have happened many times before their arrival, but this time, it is time to make a change.

"Goodbye."

Kane said goodbye to Ethan and Winter without looking back. He raised his right arm and waved to the two of them.

"The rest is up to us."

The golden light became the only guide in the darkness, leading Ethan to the portal of the next trial.

When the two figures walked into the gate, the torn space was repaired, and the Spear of War fell to the ground with a dull sound.

All the light was extinguished.

Kane sat on the skull throne, his hand touched something familiar, it was chaotic and disordered energy, and another voice emerged in his mind. The parts that were about to awaken longed for a grand celebration. He hoped to witness a war immediately and hear the sound of fighting. The smell of blood in the air was the most delicious food.

If it were Caesaros, he would be eager to turn the New World into a war.

And this time, He will skip the complicated parts and keep everything simple.

No identity, background, or reason required.

Just place the creatures on the battlefield and let them follow their animal instincts and pierce each other's bodies with sharp blades.

These are Caesaros' demands, and He seems to be a little impatient.

However, Kane rejected Caesaros' plan, as he was no longer the one who could call the shots.

He learned a lot from Ethan. This world is like his house, and the skull throne is the operating console of the house. One of God's powers is that he can paint this house the way he likes.

Kane looked up at the sky swallowed by darkness, where the sun should be.

He didn't like this dark and gloomy atmosphere.

God said, let there be light.

……

Meanwhile, somewhere in the camp.

McCarty felt a heavy tap on his shoulder.

The opponent's grip was very strong, and he immediately grimaced - at this moment, he was just like everyone else in the camp, waiting for his predetermined fate to come.

The sun was swallowed and the whole world fell into eternal night. All this was a sign of the destruction of the world.

He brought a message to the demihumans, witnessed the death of the War Lord, and witnessed the truth of this world with his own eyes. As an individual, he had nothing else to ask for. What happened after that was no longer something he could decide.

He was no longer MacAdrean, and was no longer the leader of mankind, but at least before the end of the world, he had regained his free soul.

“Cynthia, what are you doing here?”

"I believe you."

A carefree voice sounded behind her, and Cynthia smiled as always. It seemed that nothing in this world could bother her, not even the end of the world.

"I didn't expect what you said was actually true. You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!"

Cynthia felt that she could not be blamed. After all, MacDerlin's remarks were too absurd. Anyone who suddenly heard remarks like "this world is fake" and "you are all puppets being manipulated by others" would think that the other person must be sick.

However, this world is moving in the direction described by McAdellin.

When he returned to the camp, the elemental shapers who had originally sneered at his remarks surrounded him and asked him what he would do next.
They saw cracks in the sky and the earth, and the terrifying darkness within the cracks.

The fear of the unknown looms over people.

However, MacAdrean revealed to them a more terrifying fact - the world will restart, and they, as abandoned individuals, are no longer needed. When the restart process is completed, the new "MacAdrean" will replace him. This is a process that everyone must go through.

This cycle has been repeated many times.

Despair spread through the camp, followed by numbness.

"I never lied from the beginning."

McCarty-Dellin said, "But there's nothing more I can tell you, Cynthia. This should be the end."

He knew Cynthia.

With her personality, she had overheard all the conversations when he was surrounded by the elemental shapers in the camp. He knew it was hard to accept, all the wars, all their missions, were a game set by "God".

He was already a little tired and didn't want to repeat the bad news again, especially when facing Cynthia.

Maybe they should find some lighter topics.

"I know." Cynthia's smile faded a little, revealing a rare serious look. "That's why I came to find you, right? Maca, for me, the future is still very long, so long that you can't imagine, so I always like to put off many things until later."

If you don’t want to think about it today, just put them all behind you. This is their unique willfulness.

But now, everyone's time is running out equally, so she has to put many important to-do items at the forefront.

For example, she wanted to meet with McCarty, although many details had not yet been worked out.

"But now, something must be said, otherwise it will be too late."

The atmosphere suddenly became much more tense. McAdellin had a vague premonition of something and turned around.

"McKa, I've always been..."

The golden light obscured the conversation between the two people, followed by the ecstatic sounds of the people in the camp.

They ran out of the tent and looked up at the sky in almost the same way.

They witnessed the rebirth of the sun, and the disgusting, terrifying darkness was dissipating.

The joy of surviving the disaster left them no time to pay attention to the scene under the tree house.

"Maika, what do you think?"

Cynthia tilted her head back, her eyes no longer focused on the sun, her eyes never leaving MacAdrean's face.

McAdellin said nothing.

Cynthia responded with a hug.

Warm and heavy.

……

Ethan on the other side was in the same situation.

He was ready to beat Xinkalo up, but was interrupted by a warm hug, especially since the one hugging him was not a human, but a soft tentacle. In an instant, countless whispers flooded into his brain.

——You are finally here, why are you so slow!
There was a hint of complaint in his tone.

——Come quickly, I have prepared a welcoming banquet for you!
Ethan heard the sound of water. The soil under his feet seemed particularly loose. When he looked closely, he found that the ground under his feet looked like mud, but in fact it was some kind of flesh and blood. The sound of water came from not far away. Through the branches and leaves, he vaguely saw a red waterfall.

On the other side of the portal is a jungle.

The trees here are also very particular.

The more I looked at the branches, the more they looked like human arms. When several of them were joined together, they bore abundant fruits, including a stomach, a liver, a heart, eyes, and ears.

The tentacles that embrace him grow from geography.

"Bazatos."

Seeing this, Winter was stunned. As a candidate for Dream Eclipse, he bluntly said the name of "Father" without any hesitation, "Can you let go, please?"

--cannot.

Xu expressed his refusal in a concise and concise manner.

hiss!
Ethan heard a gasp and noticed that Winter's eyes were wide open. The ice elements nearby were gathering rapidly. It was obvious that the cat had entered the breathing mode.

If you annoy the cat, she will breathe out at you even if she is an old god.

Another person who felt uncomfortable was the blue-haired girl.

The tentacles that suddenly appeared pushed her aside. The girl looked at Ethan's arm eagerly and carefully pulled it a few times, but of course she couldn't drive away the overly enthusiastic old man.

She seemed to be losing her patience and looked like she wanted to elbow Lao Ba.

"Let's go without further ado. Please loosen your grip first, otherwise it will be difficult for me to walk."

——It’s okay, I can drag you there.

"Let me go by myself. I can also enjoy the scenery along the way."

Bazatos was persuaded by Ethan again.

The trees swayed in His excitement, and the human organs that were their fruits danced in circles before them like actors on a stage.

He knew that Ethan was a man who understood art.

This forest and this waterfall were quickly arranged when He learned that Ethan was coming to visit. As expected, Ethan noticed His efforts as soon as he arrived here, and said he wanted to appreciate the scenery along the way.

This made Him shake His head.

Look at these woods, these fruits, and this waterfall. Without thousands of years of artistic cultivation, it would be impossible to see the mystery contained therein.

Ethan slowed his pace.

When he walked out of the forest and came to the open space in front of the waterfall, the full picture of the waterfall flowing with blood was fully displayed in front of him. Lao Ba even designed the ecology - there were eyeless fish like worms rolling in the pond. With their arrival, the nine-headed worm bathed in blood emerged from the water, and it showed its sharp teeth to welcome the group.

Even though this is a forest of flesh and blood and monsters that are enough to reduce anyone's sanity to zero, compared to the Bazatos-style art style, it already belongs to the category of fresh and clean.

It is not difficult to see that He really arranged it carefully.

——How does it feel?
In the open space in front of the waterfall, they seemed to have seen the true form of Bazatos.

A red-haired woman.

She has a graceful figure and is wearing a well-tailored evening gown.

Of course, the evening dress is also of "Old Bart quality", and the jewelry is eyeball ornaments. This evening dress looks like it is alive, with tentacles connected to the end of the skirt, and it wriggles slightly from time to time.

When the red-haired woman turned around, she had a standard oval face. The only problem was that the number of facial features was abnormal. Ethan roughly estimated that there were at least seven eyes.

It can be seen that Bazatos really likes eyeballs as decoration.

——This is based on your usual preferences, and I added some elements I like.

The red-haired woman with seven eyes turned around in front of Ethan, showing off her outfit.

Obviously, this is not the real body of Bazatos either.

According to believers' description of "Heavenly Father", He can transform into any appearance.

Strictly speaking, the Old Gods have no gender, though occasionally some humans define their gender based on their preferences and behaviors.

For example, the gentle and harmless old gods would be defined as female, while warmongers like Caesaros who are eager to see the world in chaos would be regarded as male.

But at least in the eyes of Bazatos believers, such an artist who loves cutting-edge art should be their "Father".

“Very imaginative.”

At Bazatos's invitation, Ethan sat face to face with Him. Winter, who was still breathing heavily, sat on his left side, while the blue-haired girl stayed on his right side, ready to defend against any tentacles that suddenly appeared at any time.

Compared with the intense war atmosphere of the Trial of Courage, this second trial was more like a tea party, which made him forget the original content of the trial for a while.

After sitting down for a while, Ethan remembered Flor's description of the Trial of Bazatos.

This is a trial of evolution. Candidates participating in the trial can only gain the recognition of Bazatos if they evolve their bodies and souls. He bluntly said that among the three trials, the trial of evolution is the most dangerous one - they will be thrown into a world full of flesh and blood creatures, and may even encounter powerful old god creatures such as the Giant God Soldier. This world follows the law of the jungle, and only individuals who can adapt to primitive fighting can survive in this terrible world.

Flor has offered his own solution.

They must hunt down vicious creatures and devour their flesh.

But now, Ethan couldn't see what was so scary about it.

Bazatos even prepared some entertainment.

The red-haired woman winked at the nine-headed worm under the bloody waterfall, and this carefully selected creature showed Ethan its talent. One of its heads took out a ball of meat from somewhere and threw it into the sky with all its strength. Like a seal in an aquarium, it used nine different heads to rhythmically push the ball of meat up and down in the air.

It is not difficult to see that it performed very hard and tried its best to please its audience.

"it is good!"

Ethan applauded the nine-headed worm's performance enthusiastically. A smile appeared on the face of the red-haired woman with seven eyes. He rewarded this creation with practical actions.

With a snap of fingers, two more heads emerged from the red water.

The size of the nine-headed worm also expanded, and it successfully completed the evolution to eleven heads.

——Are you still satisfied?
Ethan heard excitement and anticipation in the whispers.

It seems that Lao Ba has been waiting for someone to come and discuss art with him.

His attitude towards the world seems to be subtly different from that of Caesaros and Sincarus. He does not harbor any deep hatred or grudge, and does not seem to intend to take revenge. He just wants to promote his artistic aesthetics among human beings.

Ethan now has enough reason to suspect that the reason why Lao Ba is so obsessed with the matter of Saint Mary is because the bloody priest version of Mary is an excellent inheritor of Lao Ba's art.

But it is obvious that except for extremely fanatical believers, it is difficult for ordinary people to accept the Bazatos style of art.

"I am very satisfied, but you should know why we are here. Let's talk about the content of the trial first."

Although he knew the examiner, Ethan did not advocate favoritism or cheating.

He also made adequate preparations for the meeting with Lao Ba.

——No need for trials, that only applies to humans.

——You have reached the most perfect state.

The red-haired woman shook her head.

Ethan defeated the Giant God Soldier several months ago, and there is no creature in this plane that can help Ethan complete his evolution.

He regrets this.

"So, let's talk about your art."

The seven eyes of the red-haired woman glowed at the same time. This was undoubtedly what He wanted to hear most.

Ethan took the initiative to propose a trial plan, "If I can find a way to promote Bazatos-style art, I will pass the trial, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)