Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 440 Memetic Pollution
When that solemn judgment reached the ears of the other side and Solan, it was met with Henry VI's shocked gaze and a long silence.

In fact, Henry VI was far more shocked than the two men. Not to mention these two intruders, even he didn't know what he was saying. He had just used the power granted to him by the "Fire Seed." Logically speaking, these two men should have been cut in half by invisible blades like Balmont before them, instead of standing at the bottom of the steps looking at him with the eyes of someone who cares for a demented old man!
Something must have gone wrong!

After the golden fleet was destroyed by the sky-splitting slash, he, who should have fallen with the fleet, was blessed by misfortune. The gaze of the "new god" made his power far greater than before. A simple idea came to his mind, and he reassembled the broken fleet, building it into the more powerful aerial fortress it is today.

The new god transformed him, and Henry VI knew that he was now one of the chosen ones, just like the jailer Oliva Villanus.

He has transcended the role of a king, no longer needing loyal subordinates or subjects to him. His ideas can directly influence the way the real world operates, making the kingdom and even the world truly his own.

Those mechanical creations corrupted by the "fire" are the essential components of this kingdom's future.

That's how it should be!

A flash of anger crossed Henry VI's eyes.

enough!

It's time to bring this farce to an end!
The imposing figure on the throne waved his right hand, his aura far surpassing anything he had ever displayed.

He didn't know what tricks these intruders had played on him, but none of that mattered anymore.

Let you witness the power of the new God!

He rose from his throne like a general heading into battle.

—"Ashigahayakoonaolong, Majiliwayamanbo!"

Nothing happened.

Unable to bear it any longer, Solan swiftly leaped over the numerous steps and arrived at the throne. With a powerful whip kick, he slammed the seemingly deranged king, who was babbling incoherently, off the throne.

Abandoning the imperial army that fought for him and ordering the bombardment of the entire capital, Henry VI may have gone mad even earlier.

This moment has finally arrived.

Solan watched as Henry VI scrambled to his death, his face slammed to the ground in utter humiliation, prostrating himself before the other side. If he so desired, he could easily end the tyrant's life with a single, decisive sword strike.

He never imagined he could get this far. As someone who was rated as a mid-level third-tier individual, he would never have had the chance to confront a tyrant.

Solan felt a sense of relief, but this was followed by a deep sense of confusion.

He never expected that this imagined final battle would end in such a way. He had considered the one in ten thousand chance of victory. Solan firmly believed that if he really won this final battle, it would be because he was on the path of justice and that the power of the first hero helped him overcome all obstacles.

Even when he was pierced by Ilya's magic bullet on the battlefield, and surrounded by the swarming Empire, he still believed that justice truly existed.

Because he met the other side, met Ethan and Miss Winter Witch, and learned about Balmont and the Violet Commune's past, and that the war they started was going to go even further than the Violet Commune had ever done—this was the reason why he had to execute the eldest prince in front of everyone.

He wanted to change people's deep-seated beliefs—that royalty and nobility were not invincible, that they were just like you and me, and that they would die once their heads were cut off.

Even if justice cannot be achieved in this era, Solan firmly believes that one day in the future, a new hero will emerge in this empire to inherit his and his predecessors' will and wield the sword against the darkness of the empire.

If he were to win by chance, it would certainly be the result of Henry VI's own actions.

As king, he betrayed his subordinates and his people.

but……

The reality is quite different.

Henry VI's defeat had absolutely nothing to do with the righteous cause Solan imagined; it was simply because he suddenly went crazy and started babbling incomprehensible things.

A hollow victory rendered Solan's prepared rebukes completely useless.

The only one who saw through the truth walked up to Henry VI. She lowered her hand from the hilt of the Sword of Oath and Victory. Faced with Henry VI in this state, she no longer needed to draw her sword.

The scene before me was rather strange.

In the empire she knew, Henry VI was a great knight who, despite being assassinated by Pope Julius in his later years, carried out the will of a knightly lord to the very end. However, the disheveled tyrant before her was quite the opposite; he possessed a healthy and robust physique and had a closer relationship with "God."

But he became even more corrupt and decadent than Pope Julius, so it's no wonder that the Silver Empire no longer needs another Julius.

"Are you confused?"

The other side stared expressionlessly down at the tyrant in front of him, who was bewildered and whose body was beginning to convulse uncontrollably. This was clearly not caused by Solan's whip kick just now.

"The god who gave you the 'fire' has done something wrong."

She was starting to realize something. In fact, when Henry VI first spoke from his throne, she vaguely felt that the “Old Gods’ words” sounded familiar. After a moment of mental contemplation, she finally remembered where she had heard these “Old Gods’ words” before.

That black cat that Ethan keeps!

You can’t go wrong!

Ever since Ethan had a series of strange dreams about another world and a sanctuary, his black cat has started acting strangely.

The reason why it wasn't recognized at the beginning is quite simple.

"Henry VI, there is only one reason for your defeat!"

The other side said, "Because this phrase is sung! I'll only demonstrate it to you once, so listen carefully: Hakimi Nanbei Luduo, Asigahaya Kounai Long, Majiliwaya Manbo."

As the melodious singing filled the air, Henry VI, lying on the ground, stared wide-eyed at what he witnessed—the power that had once belonged to him, the "fire" that symbolized the power of the new god, had become the weapon in the hands of the other side. It was a longsword formed from swirling digital codes, which fell cleanly and decisively toward his neck.

This was the last thing he saw.

Meanwhile, Ethan also witnessed the final battle between the other side and Henry VI on the "LCD TV".

As the sword fell, the screen went dark.

This ambiguous ending left him feeling anxious and even a little guilty, because he had activated a weapon of meme contamination level, but in such a data-driven world, there was no simpler and more effective weapon.

Darkness hovered before Ethan; this was Little Darkness's form in this world.

Ethan felt that he was also stepping into the depths of darkness, just like those believers who set up summoning rituals for the first time and tried to communicate with evil gods. Things were very likely to get out of control, and they would never know what kind of disaster would result from the loss of control.

But that's human nature. They can only ever focus on the present, grasping at everything they can hold onto.

The vanished Kania civilization was like this, and so is the empire of today.

Ethan was no exception.

He gazed at Xiao An, who was acting like a wild horse, and instructed him, "Remember our agreement."

"Okay, okay!"

Xiao An couldn't hide the joy in her voice, "I won't tell Lin Dong."

This is what Ethan is currently worried about. Even he has dark secrets he doesn't want his lover to know. At this moment, he has transformed into a terrorist, plotting an indiscriminate terrorist attack in the database of the God of Truth.

Ethan was deeply moved by the scene.

Looking at Xiao An, who was ready to dash out at any moment, he felt like a parent who was planning to secretly take their child out to play. And often, a child's fondest childhood memories often come from the phrase "Don't tell your mom."

"Then... I'm going to play?"

A small patch of darkness gathered and jumped around in this data space.

"Go."

After obtaining Ethan's consent, Shadow could no longer suppress her mischievous nature. She darted into the coded array and disappeared without a trace.

The God of Truth was a step too late; He encountered many obstacles along the way.

More and more things became incomprehensible. He discovered that Ethan had bypassed him and examined the records of the Bazartos and Kania civilizations. Just when He had finally finished "anti-virusing" the data related to Bazartos and removed contaminants such as "old Bazartos" and "Bazartos" from the vocabulary, another extremely sensitive area encountered a problem.

He also made some unexpected discoveries while searching the database.

For example, the image of the seven-eyed woman used by Bazartos also originated from the Kanya civilization. She was once known as the "Pearl of Kanya" and was the most beautiful woman in the eyes of the Kanya people.

The consciousness of the God of Truth immediately rushed to another area suspected of being contaminated by Ethan, the place where He established connections with His believers.

He realized almost immediately that the link between himself and Henry VI had been severed, replaced by a red-haired woman he had never seen before, who had taken Henry VI's place in some way that even he did not know.

Why did Ethan do that?
Once again, the God of Truth tries to understand Ethan's thoughts.

Ethan should also know that these petty tricks are meaningless to "God". If He so desires, He can find an apostle to replace Henry VI at any time. This apostle could be one of Henry VI's children or someone who has no connection with the royal family or nobility.

Since Ethan retrieved the data from Bazartos and Kania, he should understand that the form of civilization must be dependent on the will of God.

The once prosperous Kania civilization eventually turned into a writhing ball of flesh, and if it so desired, it could rewrite this plane into a lifeless "Death Star" consisting only of metal and machinery.

But then, the God of Truth noticed something unusual.

Some things were rewritten without His knowledge.

The reason they didn't notice it immediately is that, compared to the events they were experiencing, those peripheral data seemed insignificant.

Songs and poems.

It contains records of different musical styles from various civilizations. Its archives store the musical styles of almost every known civilization in the universe, including those like Kania that have already been destroyed.

However, not long afterward, the God of Truth experienced human emotions for the second time.

This time it's panic.

He had initially only noticed the tip of the iceberg, but upon closer inspection, He discovered that a significant portion of all the music had disappeared, and that the lyrics had been contaminated by some kind of virus into the same form. When He entered the data palace of that music, He was surrounded by tens of millions of melodies.

"Hakimi, green everywhere, north and south!"

The pollution was far more serious than He had imagined. He had only been in the polluted temple for less than a minute when those words were imprinted on His mind like a stamp. Even more terrifying was that, under the influence of this pollution, He could no longer recall the original words of the music and melody.

The pollution did not stop there; after infecting the entire music database, it extended to many other artistic creation fields such as poetry.

If this continues, perhaps all text-related data will be assimilated!
He no longer has time for in-depth investigation; the most important thing to do right now is to back up and isolate the important data that has not yet been contaminated!
The God of Truth dared not linger in the polluted music hall; He went straight to the most important area, a place He had encrypted multiple times and which He absolutely did not want Ethan to know.

But Ethan, this unknown creature, was so strange that it couldn't help but wonder if its encryption could really stop the other party.

The God of Truth suddenly had a conjecture.

Perhaps Ethan is the virus itself.

He is the source of pollution for the entire universe, which seems to explain why His energy form is similar to that of the Old Gods, yet there are many differences between them.

Ethan, hidden in the shadows, caught up with the God of Truth.

Bazarus's assistant mentioned that the God of Truth had hidden those encrypted permissions, and trying to find them on one's own was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

This is his purpose in allowing Xiao An to spread corruption in the database.

Just like computer users, when a computer is about to be overwhelmed by a virus, every user will prioritize protecting the most important data. In this respect, the God of Truth is no exception.

The anxious God of Truth was completely unaware of the little tail following behind him. It was only when He rushed into the most important part of the entire data space, the area known as the core, that He finally noticed the anomaly.

Someone followed Him in.

"Ethan."

His voice sounded somewhat tired.

The data here is not yet contaminated, but Ethan's arrival means that it is not far from being contaminated.

"I didn't want you to see these things."

The God of Truth said, "Remember, this is your choice. Now, you will pay the price for your choice."

(End of this chapter)