Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 247 A NB Attack

It's hard to say that Xinkalo has truly surpassed the past.

At least that's what Ethan thought.

Xin Carlo simply gave up an illusory goal and imposed His black hole-like weight on him. His personality was still as gloomy and heavy as ever, and... everyone hated him!
Ethan could imagine that Lao Ba was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but because of the barrier of the plane, he could not come here in person to punch Xinkalo.

This heavy emotion gave Ethan goose bumps. It was more terrifying than being targeted by a yandere and drugged and kidnapped on the way home from get off work, because Xinkalo also had an obvious antisocial personality. In order to achieve his goal, he could easily sacrifice the soul of a city.

It's not for the sake of justice, nor is there any high-sounding theory.

It’s all for Himself.

His wish and the so-called plan to create a god.

If the ancestors cannot be resurrected, if all their memories are forged, then creating a new "ancestor" to replace the past is the only way Xin Carlo can think of to transcend the past.

He is worthy of the title of "evil god".

"Don't worry about your reputation or your reputation."

The voice in the darkness continued to chatter, "To the citizens of the Empire, you have only destroyed the stronghold of the Old Gods' followers. This is a great act of kindness. They will praise your achievements and write you into the history books."

He has already thought of all the escape routes for Ethan.

Ethan has access to unparalleled power and can perform feats that no previous Imperial hero has been able to accomplish.

Every citizen of the Empire knows the existence of the "Abyss". In their eyes, it is the lair of the evil god's followers. The heroes of the Empire, together with other civilizations, have launched several great expeditions and dispatched countless Nestriel Templars who were invincible in their eyes, but they all ended in failure in the end.

The bards call this place the place where light cannot reach, where the light of the right god cannot protect them.

All of this will only make Ethan's image in the minds of the citizens of the empire more solid, and once again prove to the citizens of the empire that he has surpassed those upright gods.

The only price is sacrificing some believers who can be replaced at any time.

This was not a big deal in Xin Kalo's eyes. "This is a sure win for you, isn't it?"

"But, I refuse."

The unexpected answer made Xinkalo become anxious almost immediately.

He always thought that Ethan was a rational person who could always judge the situation and make the wisest choice. But now...

Perhaps human nature had had too profound an influence on him, and he had not yet understood that compared to "God", human beings were too fragile and insignificant. In those almost infinitely long years, every person he met was like a passing ant.

"Will you remember the names of bugs and make a fuss about them?"

"meeting."

Another unexpected answer.

All of Xinkalo's words were blocked by this one cold word.

Ethan's thinking must be corrected.

And in this world, He doesn't need Ethan's approval.

He would only design plans that were 100% successful, and naturally he would take Ethan's unwillingness to cooperate into consideration, even though it would disappoint Him.

But nothing is easy, "It doesn't matter, you will change your mind soon."

"You are the one who should change your mind."

Ethan's scalp is tingling now. This is probably the situation he is least good at dealing with. In his original conception, the old gods also have their demands, which is the key to solving the problem through communication and trust. However, Xinkalo's situation is somewhat special. Not only is he good at crawling in the dark, but his wishes are also unreasonable.

On the other hand, although Xinkalo is a person who only thinks about himself, he is not without his merits.

He revealed the truth about this world to Ethan and put forward His views on "God".

It was Shinkalo himself who stripped him of his divine garment.

He is some kind of powerful existence close to the rules of the world. The creatures in this world gain wisdom because of Him, and this wisdom is transformed into tools to satisfy personal desires.

The same is true for Sincarlo.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, the old gods cannot be completely destroyed. As long as wisdom exists, Xinkalo's life will not end.

"What follows are some of my personal guesses."

Ethan said.

This is speculation about elemental elves.

The power of "purification" represented by the upgraded fire element is what Xinkalo fears the most. The corresponding ice element of the "demon position" corresponds to "reconstruction", and the electric element of the "emperor position" is like a ruler who has given him the ability to listen to the voices of all things.

What about the wind element?

In Ethan's opinion, the wind element is the most special among all the elemental elves.

Most of the time she looks like just a weak literary girl, but in essence she has the strongest destructive power among all elemental elves.

These elemental elves, who are as ancient as the old gods, are the tools used by the "Ancestors" to manage this world.

This is why Khadra believes that the "Ancestor" is the first elemental shaper.

So, what is her power?
Ethan looked up at the ubiquitous eyes in the darkness, now only vague outlines.

The eclipse is almost complete and the sun has been completely shrouded in darkness.

"Those memories are not completely fabricated, he was indeed here."

Ethan stated his conclusion, but this was not good news for Xin Kalo. "Although I don't know why he left in the end, it seems that he never fully trusted you."

Even, there has never been any "special emotion" that the old gods believed in.

The old gods and even this world may be just a bunch of data in the eyes of the ancestor. He knows all the truth and looks down on them from a higher perspective.

He continued to add the parts he thought were interesting, and finally completed a story that satisfied him.

An epic story of humanity and the old gods.

When "Doomsday" comes, no matter who becomes the winner, this long story will come to an end.

In fact, Xinkalo is already quite close to the truth of the story. Even in the "stories" of his fellow creatures Caesaros and Cain, he plays the role of an ancestor.

"In order to ensure that the story can proceed smoothly, the ancestors set up some 'firewalls' in the palace of Caesaros, just like you."

This is the meaning of the existence of the wind element.

This is an antivirus software, and now Xinkalo is like a program infected with a virus.

Xin Carlo did not respond. He was still thinking about the meaning of "firewall". This was a term that was unfamiliar to him, and the voice in the darkness made him feel uneasy.

He had never dealt with the wind element before. In the impression of all elemental shapers, the wind element could only be described as mediocre.

The next moment, he saw the blue-haired girl and met her pair of golden eyes that were emitting a faint glow.

She had been there from the beginning, but now she saw it more clearly.

Xinkalo watched as the blue-haired girl slowly raised her right hand and pointed her fair index finger at the sun that had been swallowed by darkness, and then...

Slide off gently.

Her movements seemed light and graceful, without any lethality.

Xinkalo saw a hint of sadness in the eyes of the blue-haired girl, as if she was feeling sad for what happened to her, but soon, her other eye conveyed a completely different emotion, the light became stronger and stronger, containing a sweet fanaticism, and two expressions were displayed on that face at the same time.

She raised one corner of her mouth.

A crack appeared in the black sun, which looked insignificant at first, but as her fingertips slid, the sun was split into two, followed by the sky, and extended all the way to the ground.

Something is happening.

Xin Carlo suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. This was a spell he had never seen before, and even this treasure house of memory had never recorded such a thing.

However, He could feel that this treasure trove of memory that had existed for who knows how many epochs was collapsing.

For the first time, He felt pain.

It's like being cut open.

"Stop, stop!"

The eyes in the darkness roared, "If it weren't for these souls--"

The sharp roar stopped abruptly, and the human language disappeared, replaced by chaotic murmurings. Xinkalo was still chattering, but no one could understand the meaning of those murmurings.

Then Xinkalo was overwhelmed by doubt.

Countless pairs of eyes became witnesses to the plane being split apart. He himself should say something.

If there were no souls...what would happen?

Then again, why is He in such a place?

Where is this? It looks like a library. Why are the books falling to the ground one by one and black slime oozing out?

It looked like blood was constantly gushing out of the wound, making Him very uncomfortable.

It's time to leave.

But where should we go?
I don’t know, I have no clues, but as long as I don’t stay in this uncomfortable place, it will be fine.

He could only remember one thing.

He is Sinkalo.

This is important, nothing is more important than this.

At the same time, the vision in the underground city was still going on. The solar eclipse lasted for nearly half an hour, and people witnessed the sky falling from dark red to darkness. For the citizens of the empire, the solar eclipse meant the coming of disaster, but in the eyes of the believers of the old gods, it was a good sign.

It means God is with them.

So the fanatics rushed to the altar, took out sharp knives and put them to their necks. They needed to complete the last step of this sacrifice - that is, to voluntarily hand over their souls to their God.

But in the eyes of others, this was undoubtedly a scene of extreme madness.

The fanatics closed their eyes tightly, blood oozing from the corners of their eyes, and their ears and nostrils were not spared. Their lives seemed to be like a candle in the wind, with only some invisible force supporting them.

Until, another vision interrupted them.

The people, who were left with only blurred vision, vaguely saw a golden figure flying into the sky, and a gentle chirping sound echoed in their ears, bringing them warmth.

Wherever the golden figure reached, something was slowly falling from mid-air.

A soft touch fell on them.

It's the feathers of birds, hot but not burning them.

The pain and wounds caused by the solar eclipse are being healed by the warm light.

A divine bird bathed in golden light.

But the fanatics did not think so. They cast hateful glances at the golden figure in the sky, believing that this uninvited guest had interrupted their supreme ceremony. Their lives were meant to wait for this moment to come.

The followers of Bazatos were the first to react.

They raised their weapons high, aimed at the figure in the clouds, and prayed to the great Heavenly Father, hoping that He would grant them courage and strength.

This time, the great Heavenly Father responded to them.

With his tentacles that spanned dimensions, he blew away the fanatics who were holding their weapons high.

The whispers were everywhere, driving people crazy, and there seemed to be abuse mixed in. Before the people in the dungeon could react, the ubiquitous tentacles rolled them up and dragged them into the broken plane.

Next came the followers of the War Father.

The tallest and loudest senator of the War Council raised his axe high on the altar. However, before he could truly challenge the divine bird, a hammer came through the air and landed on the back of his head, making a dull sound that was very painful.

Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet - so thought the people who witnessed the whole process.

Even so, they always felt that the elder was hit ten centimeters shorter by the heavy hammer, as if his neck was gone.

Compared with the ubiquitous tentacles, the followers of Kaisaros received more direct orders - follow the tentacles and jump into the broken planes.

For the first time in decades, the War Father responded to them.

This is a massive evacuation plan.

Soon, the people in the underground city understood the reason.

Some people saw cracks in the clouds. At first they thought it was an illusion, until the cracks became more and more obvious, until they spanned the sky and the earth, dividing the entire world into two.

More and more people spontaneously joined the mass evacuation plan. They rushed to jump into the holes left by the tentacles, even though they didn't know where these holes would lead to.

Only Xinkalo's followers were left standing there in a daze.

They received no instructions, and their prayers went unanswered, forming a stark contrast to the people who were evacuating, until Rattle gave the order to everyone to retreat.

——Let’s go out first.

Of course, not everyone did as they were told, especially the top executives of the consortium.

Rattle was just an assistant to the previous Chosen One, so what right did he have to give them orders? Now even Flor didn't have the power to give them orders. They had to stay here and wait for their master to respond to them, or for the new Chosen One to arrive.

Staying would actually reflect their most loyal beliefs.

Xiangwei didn't bother to pay attention to these people. She ran to the balcony and waved desperately at Miss Chloe above her head.

Right now, she felt that she was safest staying with Miss Chloe.

"Please take care of me!"

Lilith's wailing could be heard from behind. As a high-level demon, her intuition was much sharper than that of humans.

Signs of the host's presence became strange.

He did not disappear, but he was getting farther and farther away from them.

Did the master's plan fail?
Lilith had no way of judging. The only thing she knew was that the world was collapsing and there was no hope for it.

Something must have gone wrong.

And now, she had to consider her own situation. This destruction treated all high-level demons equally. If she continued to be trapped here, she would definitely be crushed by this collapse. So, she had to ask for help from Rattle.

Rattle is a goofball, but he kind of restrains her.

She was suppressed by her opponent in every fight, even when Ethan was not there.

Lilith raised her hands in the magic circle and shouted at the top of her voice, "I have always supported your evacuation plan. Take me with you! Help, save the demons!"

The life of a high-level demon is also a life!
Lilith saw Miss Chloe circle in the air and then land safely on Rattle's balcony, with a few more people on her back.

The nightmare witch who can be named, and...

It seems that I have met the chef once at a previous dinner.

"Harlan, I'm Colonel Harlan."

The chef took the initiative to introduce himself to Xiangwei and handed him a bag of French fries as a gesture of friendship. When the solar eclipse occurred, he was discussing the menu with the kitchen staff and the store staff.

Now all the shop assistants have been attacked by the tentacles, and he is the only one left.

He rescued this bag of French fries from the kitchen.

Could it be that... his dream of linking the worlds together will end here?

"Don't worry about her, Miss Chloe. Who knows if she will attack us in the future."

"No, of course not. Am I that kind of monster?"

Lilith showed an unparalleled will to survive, "You just need to open a gap in the magic circle, and I will run away by myself."

"Devils are the most deceptive creatures, unless——"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you sign a contract with me and become my familiar, I can't trust you."

"hiss--!"

To let a high-ranking demon condescend to become a human's familiar? This is clearly taking advantage of the situation and forcing a good woman into prostitution!

As a high-level demon, how could she bear such an insult?

Lilith's face flushed with anger, but the answer was obvious.

can.

"Come here and sign quickly, this plane can't hold on any longer!"

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For many residents living in the underground city, they can no longer remember how long it has been since they last breathed the outside air.

They thought that God would take them to a world of flesh and blood filled with Bazatos-style art, but on the other side of those holes was the smell of earth and the sun hanging above their heads.

They gathered in an open space, standing in silence, feeling the joy of surviving the disaster.

It was Heavenly Father who saved them.

Of course, the War Father's evacuation plan also played a key role.

Kind Heavenly Father, righteous Father of War!
This time it was no longer a record written in doctrine, the grace of God actually descended upon them!

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Meanwhile, the library seemed to fall into eternal silence.

The sun and the darkness disappeared, and there was nothing on the other side of the crack, only emptiness.

Ethan stared at the nothingness getting closer and closer to him.

"Is this part of the plan?"

The blue-haired girl asked a question from behind, her cheeks flushed, as if she was still immersed in the afterglow of excitement.

"not quite."

Ethan shook his head. From the moment the error code appeared, the trajectory of events was beyond his control.

He felt that this should mean the breakdown of the negotiations and that things were heading in the worst possible direction.

Xinkalo's obsession was beyond his imagination, and he made demands that he could not accept.

Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

"I warned you."

The blue-haired girl said, "This is the edge of the world, and I don't know where it will lead to."

"do not mind."

Before he could finish his words, Ethan felt someone grabbing his wrist.

The blue-haired girl was looking up at her, with a light in her eyes that had not yet faded. "I'll go with you."

Nothingness overwhelmed everything.

For Ethan, it was like a good night's sleep.

From the depths of nothingness, a distant yet familiar conversation seemed to be heard again. It was still a man and a woman, and they both sounded very young.

This is the second time I've heard their conversation.

That means they are not just passers-by you have met, but people you often meet in life.

Colleagues at work, or neighbors in the community?
Where did this conversation take place?

The office lounge or the elevator in an apartment building?

Ethan felt that he had stayed in this world for too long, so that many of his memories had become blurred. As for the reason why he suddenly recalled this conversation, it might still be related to the characteristics of "white hair and red eyes".

"Are you sure this will look good? Doesn't it feel weird? This is totally not what people in real life should have, right?"

The female voice sounded full of hesitation and doubt.

"Believe me, it's not beautiful, it should be described as 'perfect'!"

The man's earnest tone sounded like a salesman who was trying too hard, almost smearing the product on himself.

However, Ethan agreed with the male voice's point of view.

Of course, spiritual support is not the kind that can be translated into practical action.

He has always been a reserved and low-key person, and can only bury many of his true thoughts deep in his heart.

Today, he has transformed from a theoretical man to a practical man, and he sincerely hopes that the wish of the unknown male voice can be fulfilled.

"…Okay, if you insist."

The female voice still had some doubts, but things were finally moving in a good direction.

She suddenly thought of something and asked, "But, I have a request."

Request?

Designer bags, high-end cosmetics or jewelry?
These conversations successfully brought back familiar memories for Ethan, and he knew that the wallet of this unknown enthusiast was in trouble.

"I will satisfy you no matter what you ask for!"

Although he couldn't see it, Ethan could easily imagine the man's pleading posture.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

……

The conversation stopped abruptly.

It was so quiet that Ethan finally reacted. His heart was in his throat. He was ready to listen to the lion's exorbitant demands and was prepared to sympathize with the unknown man in his heart. But, was this the end?
Don't let her wait too long?
So you two are just showing off your affection here?
For the first time, Ethan felt the same way as Rowena. When Winter showed off in front of her, Rowena, who had been single all her life, probably felt the same way.

At this moment, Ethan's arm felt a stronger force.

That's the real touch.

The air was filled with the smell of cherries.

Winter pulled so hard that it could even be described as pinching.

"Mr. Ethan, I have a question for you."

She sounded like she was laughing, a laugh that sounded like she was angry. "What are you two trying to do hiding here?"

(End of this chapter)