Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 436 The New God Has Arrived
The fallen golden fleet, the imperial capital burned by flames, corpses scattered everywhere, the sky shattered—the inhabitants of the Silver Empire finally witnessed the truth hidden beyond the heavens.

Everyone paused briefly because of this strange phenomenon, and when the silvery "sun" opened its eyes, the jumping numbers and characters poured down like a torrential rain until the entire sky was dyed a dark green.

The smoke of battle in the clouds had not yet dissipated. The suspended dust was penetrated by these glowing numbers, and was stained with an unnatural and eerie color. The first to come into contact with the "raindrops" were the airships shattered by the slashing. As soon as the cold metal decks were stained with these dancing characters, they seemed to be endowed with some kind of evil life. The numbers crawled into the gaps in the steel like worms. Wherever they passed, the metal writhed and reshaped like flesh and blood, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic friction sound.

The destroyed hull was forcibly twisted and integrated into some incomprehensible alien structure, and the magical weapons on it returned to their most original and pure form, turning into bizarre organs covered with sensors and spikes.

When the "raindrops" touched the cold corpses on the ground, the numbers seemed to find the most fertile soil as soon as they touched the pale or bloodstained skin, frantically burrowing in. The torso convulsed, the limbs twisted and stretched against the natural order, and the bones were forcibly wrapped in a faintly glowing alloy, making a crisp "crack" sound.

Immediately afterwards, these prisoners and Imperial soldiers who had died in battle crawled out of hell once again. They no longer needed weapons; their rewritten metal bodies became weapons more powerful than swords and muskets.

Their enemy is no longer the traitors, but all those who are still alive.

A silvery-white light swept across the unsuspecting Imperial army formation, instantly severing the shield-wielding soldiers in half at the waist. The severed limbs tumbled in mid-air, accompanied by bursts of blood mist. Before long, those severed limbs became the material for numbers and symbols to parasitize, and they were pieced together irregularly after landing.

Solan witnessed this scene unfold.

When that white "sun" first descended upon this world, the first hero also witnessed these half-human, half-metal creations. However, compared to the metal creations in the first hero's memory, the creations pieced together before him seemed to have evolved once again. Their destructive power had become stronger and more brutal.

The creation, beyond comprehension, and its indiscriminate killing methods threw the Imperial Army into complete disarray.

They attempted to organize a counterattack, but swords and muskets could not penetrate the defenses of these metal constructs. Only the spells of the Holy Mage Ilya could barely shatter a few of the constructs approaching them, but the scattered "parts" were quickly absorbed by other constructs.

This not only failed to stop their advance, but also created several "giants" several meters tall on the battlefield.

"Retreat, retreat!"

It is unclear who gave the order on Cedric's behalf, but the terrified Imperial soldiers abandoned their armor and fled in panic toward the city.

The approaching footsteps and screams of their comrades made them quicken their pace; no one dared to turn around and meet the eyes of those killing machines again.

They had no idea what it was.

But the despair did not end there. As some people fled in panic to nearby buildings, the houses that served as shelters suddenly opened their eyes and grew arms and legs. They rose up like giants, triggering several earthquakes of varying magnitudes in the city center.

"it's useless……"

Solan muttered to himself.

His gaze passed over the fleeing Imperial Army and the metal constructs ravaging the battlefield, and fell upon the golden fleet, pieced together once more and now obscuring the sky like a dark cloud. Its structure had been completely altered; the dozen or so airships had been digitally joined together to form an aerial castle.

The adventures of the first hero and Crimson proved one thing—these metallic creations can never be completely eradicated.

No matter what kind of attack they face, no matter what kind of destruction they suffer, even if they turn into dust, they will be pieced back together.

The only hope for victory is to defeat the "commanders" of these creations.

Although there was no evidence, Solan was certain that the "commander" was currently inside that aerial castle.

It was furious and had lost its mind, which is why it launched an indiscriminate massacre on the battlefield.

This immediately reminded Solan of Henry VI, who, before the Golden Fleet was destroyed by the attack, ordered all his crew to fire indiscriminately.

These twisted creations are still faithfully carrying out Henry VI's orders.

"Miss Redhead".

He quickly rejoined the other side. He knew very well that if the "commander" didn't stop, the entire capital would soon become a dead city. They would kill every living being and then recycle their bodies as parts.

In the era when the "sun" first fell, it was not a city that was destroyed, but a kingdom that occupied one-third of the continent.

"We need to find a way to get onto the airship!"

"Hold on."

Bi'an pressed down on Solan's shoulder, her body crouching slightly before leaping high into the air. The shockwave from the high jump tore through the ground and sent the creatures that were closing in on them flying. With a deafening roar, a golden streak of light crashed through the sky castle, creating a gap.

More than ten seconds after the golden light dissipated, a dark shadow emerged from the ground.

She looked up at the sky, at the other side and Solan that had disappeared into the castle, speechless with emotion.

"There's really no other way, so let this Demon King lend you a hand!"

Melia had intended to say that, but now she was completely stunned. "Hey, I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

This shout reminded the metal creature that had been thrown away by the aftershocks from the other side. She became the only living being on this battlefield, and all those cold gazes naturally focused on her.

Melia admitted that she was sweating.

Prior to this, she had attempted raids on these twisted creations, with obvious success.

The nearly ten-meter-tall, towering monster on the battlefield, taller than a house, was her "masterpiece".

Melia looked around, then glanced at the Imperial army that had already fled far away. A thousand words in her heart converged into one word, "Save—!"

The dark figure dragged the possessed Qina back into the ground and chased after the fleeing main force.

However, the situation on the other side was also extremely bad. When Melia finally caught up with the main force, she found that the group, which had mixed nobles, imperial soldiers, commoners and rebels, had already suffered heavy casualties. Under the pursuit and interception of the Creators, they hid in the commoner district of the capital.

This was the place the nobles hated most, and many regarded it as a "drug den".

Some nobles firmly believed that commoners carried the virus, and they worked to push for legislation that would prohibit commoners from breathing the same air as them. However, now, pursued by those metal creatures, they had to hide in the "poison den".

The houses here were the only ones untouched by the "torrential rain," and the twisted creatures roamed outside the civilian area, seemingly disliking the place as well.

Within less than an hour, only three areas in the vast capital city remained untouched by the "rainstorm".

The royal city, the prison interior, and the civilian district.

The survivors only had a brief respite before they realized a more serious problem.

The escape route from the capital had been blocked by distorted creations. The city walls and garrison were among the first targets of the "torrential rain," their purpose being to trap everyone within the city. Soon, Melia noticed that the anomalies had not stopped.

The corpses and wounded on the outskirts of the civilians were spared from the "rainstorm". Before she fled, she overheard the conversation between Solan and the other side. She thought that Henry VI looked down on the civilians here and was unwilling to include the defenses and civilians here in his "metal legion".

Just as she was filled with doubt, the bodies and wounded on the outskirts of the civilian district all changed.

It was a completely different kind of anomaly from the "storm." Melia clearly saw flesh sprouting from the severed limbs and torsos. The wounded who were still alive screamed as their bodies changed. They closed their eyes in fear and pain, but soon the screams stopped.

Melia had been observing the changes occurring on the wounded and the corpses.

Wounds of such severity as dismemberment were repaired in a short time. She even witnessed a corpse that had lost half its head slowly getting up from the ground. Even the "corpse" itself was extremely shocked. He reached out in astonishment and touched the half of its head that had grown back.

?

Melia's eyes widened in disbelief.

What kind of sorcery is this?
She knew very well that even the great sage Sera herself couldn't bring a headless corpse back to life. Moreover, the way these people brought the dead back to life was completely different from the priests' methods. It was closer to the way "Rain" twisted the corpse and the building, and was more... simple and brutal.

Soon, the survivors trapped in the civilian area also discovered this horrifying scene. Terrified, they grabbed whatever weapons were around them and tried to bluff their way out of the civilian area, hoping to keep these monsters, who had been resurrected from the dead, out of the civilian area.

"Everyone."

A deep voice came from behind the resurrected crowd.

In an instant, everyone recognized the newcomer's identity, because just a few days ago, Lance was one of the Empire's most wanted criminals, with his wanted posters posted on the streets of various cities. There were rumors that he had been captured by the Simpler family and sent to prison.

"If you want to fight against 'God,' what you need is the blessing of another God!"

"What do you mean?"

Someone in the crowd questioned them, but they still couldn't let their guard down around Lance, especially since Lance's changes were incredibly strange.

Before being wanted by the Empire, he was known as "the strongest man in the Empire," giving the impression of a taciturn yet trustworthy team leader. Now, however, he has opened his arms to all the survivors, like a preaching priest.

"It is time to open our hearts to our Heavenly Father and Savior!"

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Meanwhile, outside the prison.

The war was nearing its end—ending in absolute victory for the metal constructs, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single living being to be seen on the battlefield.

Oh, maybe there's one more who slipped through the net.

The warden watched with great interest this most serious rebellion since the founding of the empire. She turned her gaze to the old man who had dragged the unconscious Balmont back to the prison. This short old woman was quite astute. While everyone else was fleeing towards the outskirts of the capital, she took a different route and found a safe area in the prison.

"It's quite enjoyable to occasionally watch a war between ordinary people..."

The warden muttered to himself.

She gradually came to understand the hobbies of the imperial nobles; no wonder they kept sending commoners to the arena to sit in the audience and watch them slit each other's throats with weapons.

After all this is over, she might be able to promote some of these kinds of performances while she's in prison.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the warden said without turning around, "Isn't that right, Mr. Ethan?"

The stench of blood in the air vanished, replaced by the aroma of freshly baked pizza that dispelled the pungent smells.

Ethan didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "You must have read that parchment book carefully, right? The one on the left is Margherita sausage pizza, and the one on the right is classic Margherita pizza."

Things developed in a way that exceeded his expectations.

He thought the warden was the "final boss" of this journey, but he didn't expect there to be other experts as well.

It's no wonder that even the higher-ups of the "guild" couldn't calculate the location of this plane. The birdcage created when the "new god" was born blocked all communication in this plane. Theoretically speaking, the place they are currently in is equivalent to the belly of the "new god".

Although he is called a "new god," he is actually an old friend whom Ethan has heard of many times.

God of Truth.

After instigating the war between humanity and the Old Gods, it vanished without a trace after the arrival of the First Age. And now, a question that Ethan had been pondering for a long time has been answered.

That is why the God of Truth instigated the war and sealed away the old gods.

"No, thank you."

The warden answered softly.

"I've completely figured it out."

Ethan looked up at the silvery-white "sun" looking down at the ground; its existence said it all.

"It extracted all the information through war and found the way to ascend to godhood."

This is different from the "right-hand god" and "middle-hand god" mentioned by humans. The existence of this prison proves that the God of Truth has indeed calculated and become an existence of the same level as the Old Gods such as Old Man.

Isn't it beautiful?

The warden seemed to be immersed in the silvery light; for a devout believer, being watched over like this by "God" was an immense reward.

This was all thanks to the arrival of Ethan and his group.

"Very inspiring."

Ethan offered his evaluation from a fair and objective standpoint.

"So, Mr. Ethan, how do you intend to oppose a 'god'?"

(End of this chapter)