Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 443 The sunlight is so dazzling!

Chapter 443 The sunlight is so dazzling!
When dawn broke on the second day, the people of the capital were met with a city that had been largely destroyed.

The mechanical creations contaminated by the code turned to dust as the silvery sun fell, directly causing the capital to lose nearly a third of its buildings overnight. Of course, there were also a large number of imperial soldiers and ordinary residents who died or were assimilated when the mechanical creations arrived.

Regardless, the survivors who fled into the civilian areas survived this natural disaster.

Not everyone was celebrating their survival; many who had stayed up all night looked at the devastated land with mixed feelings.

With the death of Henry VI, the "god" of this world has also fallen.

"No, no, no, this shouldn't be!"

Having not slept a wink all night, Ilya held her staff, her eyes bloodshot, and her other hand frantically scratching her messy golden hair. Sensing something was wrong, she and the Great Sage hid in a house in the civilian district. With the slow-moving civilians as human shields, the two, as high-level superhumans, escaped the monster's pursuit without too much difficulty.

It's not difficult to intimidate the residents with the titles of "Holy Mage" and "Great Sage" and get them to hand over their houses.

Can……

Henry VI is dead?

Adding to the fact that the eldest prince was publicly executed and the third princess was suspected of being controlled by a witch, the royal bloodline of the Silver Glow Empire was reduced by more than half in just a few days.

Why is this happening?

How could this be?
They are clearly the chosen ones!
They had brilliantly completed the political game of "Demon King and Hero," and should have enjoyed a lifetime of wealth and honor. So why has her life turned out like this?

Ilya clearly felt that everything she was familiar with, everything she and her family held in their hands, was slipping through her fingers like the silver sun that had been blown to pieces.

What will become of her in the future?

If the Imperial Chancellor Balmont-Margaret had not died, and his resurgence with the Violet Commune had occurred, the reckoning would have fallen on every member of Henry's faction.

Perhaps she will become a prisoner, and even if she escapes the capital by blending into the crowd now, she will only be able to spend the rest of her life wandering like a rat in a sewer.

That was a life that Ilya absolutely could not tolerate. She was a Saint Mage, and she should have a life and power that surpassed everyone else...

Suddenly, a new idea popped into Ilya's mind, which twisted her smile into a grimace. At this moment, she no longer possessed the elegance of a noble lady, but was no different from those gamblers driven to the brink of despair.

Ilya turned to Sera eagerly. For the sake of her future, she needed many steadfast allies, and the title of "Great Sage" would bring many benefits to her plans. However, before she could speak, she was interrupted by Sera's strange behavior.

"Sera... what are you doing?"

She couldn't understand why Sera would tinker with those pointless spellcasting materials at such a critical moment.

Sera, however, said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Setting up a ritual array, huh? With my current magic reserves, I can't release a resurrection spell that covers the entire capital, so I can only bring out these hidden treasures: Holy Spirit Grass, Yellow Spring Ash. Tsk, I never thought I'd end up using them in this kind of situation."

"A resurrection spell? Why would you do that?"

Ilya was even more confused.

She understood the preciousness of these materials; they were crucial resources they had obtained through near-death experiences during their adventures. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe Sera's actions as "a spell that can only be cast once in a lifetime."

Why waste your energy on irrelevant people?

Ilya raised her voice uneasily, sensing that even Sera, who was tied to her, was becoming uncontrollable. "Our top priority is to find the Second Prince! Yes, that's right, and then contact all the families that have received the 'Fire Seed' gift. Use our titles as lobbyists. We must do everything in our power to support the Second Prince to the throne. We absolutely cannot allow Balmon and the Violet Commune to rise from the ashes!"

Her mind was racing, and she became more and more excited as she spoke.

Most of the nobles in the capital had joined the Violet Hunting Society's operations, and they certainly didn't want Balmont to seize power and then purge them. "The Second Prince has the blood of the Henry family flowing through his veins and is the rightful heir to the throne. Under the current circumstances, it is only natural for him to succeed to the throne and take charge of the overall situation!"

Although the second prince's abilities and connections were far inferior to those of the first prince, Ilya knew that this was an opportunity for her and her family.

Once the second prince secures his throne, she will rightfully become the number one hero in ending the chaos, and at that time, she will be able to obtain an even more prominent position.

"Sera, think carefully, what kind of title do you want? This is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself!"

Ilya tried to persuade Sera, but this time she was met with a helpless sigh.

“Ilya, I’m also thinking about my future.”

A large-scale resurrection spell covering the entire capital city—any discerning person could tell at a glance that it was her doing.

In this way, even if those who opposed the royal family seized power after she left the empire, they would remember her last actions and turn a blind eye to her, no longer sending out special arrest teams or assassins to hunt her down.

After all, compared to their real enemies, if you really want to investigate, she was at most just promiscuous in her private life.

Thinking of this, Sera licked her slightly dry lips nostalgicly.

Last night, she was forced to get out of bed, which they had just warmed up, because of a series of unexpected events.

The royal family had made many promises to her, and she once truly believed that she could spend every day in the capital as she pleased. However, now it seems that it was all just a dream.

Success or failure is already decided; it's time to tuck your tail between your legs and make a run for it.

As Ilya's friend, Sera gave one last piece of advice: "There is a small country called Ashtozka in the north of the Empire. Although it is close to the desert and has an arid climate, it should be a good place to live in seclusion. Judging from the current situation, the chaos in the capital should continue for a few more days. Now is the best time to leave this city."

Sera paused for a moment, then said, "With your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult for you to open a fortune-telling shop or become a teacher at a magic academy once you get to Ashtozka."

"Hide your identity? Why would I hide my identity! I am Ilya, the Holy Mage of the Empire!"

Ilya stiffened up like a cat with its fur standing on end, her eyes instantly filled with hostility towards Sera.

She could imagine the life Sera described.

In an extremely impoverished town, under a name unknown to anyone, he spends his days in those unbearably shabby mud houses, and has to put on a smiling face for the lowest of the common people...

She clenched her fists.

"That's all."

Sera didn't try to persuade her any further. She had anticipated Ilya's reaction. She thought that if the situation allowed, Ilya should look in the mirror now, or that might help her friend face reality. "Please don't disturb me. Large-scale resurrection is a very precise spell. I need to continue to fight for my future."

Sera set up all the necessary props for the ceremony, then found a shady spot to sit down and began to meditate.

Before casting a spell, she also needs to adjust her magic power to its optimal state.

"You will regret this!"

Ilya stormed out of the house.

Once she has helped the second prince ascend the throne and become the most powerful person in the Silver Glow Empire, she will definitely make a personal trip to Ashtozka to visit a desert town and properly appreciate Sera's impoverished life!
Before that, she had a lot to do.

First was the Duke of Ferrarit, whose garrison had three fully-equipped musketeer squads—

Ilya was methodically listing her next steps in her mind when a sharp pain in her chest interrupted her thoughts and brought her to a stop.

She slowly looked down. What came into view was an arrow, its fletching a familiar griffin feather.

It's Zoffy.

Ilya opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The street ahead was bustling with people, and she couldn't see Zoffy. The arrow was so well hidden that passersby didn't even notice that she had been shot.

He slowly raised his hand to cover his chest, but it was all in vain.

She couldn't stop the wound; the deadly poison from the arrow was spreading rapidly through her body.

Sera is upstairs.

She is preparing a resurrection spell that can cover the entire capital city. When that time comes—!
The next moment, Ilya's pupils contracted.

Because she noticed the dark gray veins that were gradually spreading towards the arrow shaft.

Sera had said that there were people in this world who could not be resurrected by resurrection magic; once their souls were shattered, even the most powerful priests were powerless. Zoffy also used rare materials they had obtained along the way on this arrow. Ilya remembered this arrow, which could shatter souls, because it was prepared for the Demon King before the "Final Battle."

Sera!

Her slightly parted lips seemed to want to call out Sera's name.

Help me, Sera!

However, all the words stuck in his throat.

Ilya's gaze began to wander, and then she heard a muffled thud. It wasn't until she fell to the ground that passersby on the street noticed her abnormality.

She heard exclamations from passersby, and more and more people gathered around.

But the noise of the street was fading further and further away from her. She lay flat in front of the house, staring blankly at the sky.

The silver sun is gone, replaced by a clear blue sky, and... a sun that seems to appear every day.

Sunlight,

It's so bright!

....................................

At the same time, two figures descended from the sky and landed in front of the Imperial Capital Prison.

Without the support of the other shore, the exhausted Solan immediately knelt on one knee.

He was still somewhat dazed.

He rejected both voices at the same time. What he wanted was a world no longer manipulated by any gods, a world without prophecies or the guidance of fate.

This desire seems to have been fulfilled.

He was in the aerial fortress, closer than anyone else in the capital, and he witnessed the sun collapse and the code engulf him like a blizzard.

Solan wasn't sure if his answer was correct. The devastated city ahead made him realize that there was still a lot to do. They might not have much time to rest, otherwise the remnants of the royal family would regain power, and their lives would remain unchanged.

After rejecting the new god's proposal, they would have to rely on their own hands to achieve everything from now on.

It may succeed, or it may fail.

After catching his breath, Solan looked towards the other side. "Red-haired lady, what should I do next?"

"How would I know? I'm not a politician."

Bi'an shrugged. "If my friend Ivy were here, maybe she could tell you something."

Moreover, their "mission" has been completed, and now it's all their own vacation time.

Looking at the morning sun from the other side, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A gentle breeze caressed her face; she knew only one thing now.

My stomach is rumbling with hunger.

Solan wanted to say something more, but his thoughts were interrupted by an unprecedented surge of magical energy.

He noticed the golden dust falling from mid-air. He raised his hand, and a sliver of light gathered in his palm—the spell he knew best.

Time and again, their wounds were healed by such magic, and time and again they charged into battle against those invincible enemies.

The golden dust increased, and the light began to flow, like molten gold dripping from his hands. When it touched the ground, it was no longer ripples, but a surging wave of light, gently yet irresistibly spreading in all directions, covering every street, every dilapidated building, and every dark corner.

These dust particles, like rain of life, fell equally upon every soul that had not yet passed away.

Before long, a response came from the devastated ruins.

Someone crawled out of the rubble.

Imperial troops, and the residents of the capital who had not yet had time to evacuate.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

When Solan came to her senses, she found that Bi'an had already gracefully walked into the deepest part of the golden rain of light. There were two more figures beside her. One of them had a white ragdoll cat yawning on the shoulder of a young man. The cat buried its head in the young man's neck and its eyes were lazily squinted into slits.

Then, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Solan turned his head and saw that Melia had appeared behind him at some point.

"Brave."

Melia said, "Your team-up request is still valid."

Balmont-Margaret, who was slowly waking up in the hospital, also witnessed this scene.

Seeing this, the petite old woman went to the bedside and opened the window for him, letting the scattered sunlight fall into the ward and onto the bed.

The next day, another Margaret listened intently, with a parchment book in front of her filled with dense writing.

Ethan is currently summarizing his business trip.

"A mirrored world woven by the god of truth..."

Ivy Margaret deftly twirled the quill pen in her hand.

"What is the God of Truth like? It should be a vast library containing endless knowledge."

Her tone became unusually excited, and the golden hair on her head spun around like a propeller.

"What is He like? A white sphere of light, a rational and wise being. I bet you had a wonderful afternoon. How I wish I could have an audience with the God of Truth."

Ivy's eyes were filled with longing.

Where the God of Truth resides is the holy city in the eyes of every believer.

The dream of pilgrimage is universal to every believer, and she was no exception.

Given the way Ethan and the Old Gods interacted, they must have hit it off immediately and are now friends like Old Bar and Old Ann.

"By the way, what do you call Him? Old Zhen?"

Ivy talked to herself for a long time before suddenly realizing that the atmosphere in the room was somewhat unusual.

Ethan's eyes darted around, looking as if he had done something wrong.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"...You two became good friends, right?"

"The situation over there... is a bit complicated."

Ivy crossed her arms and frowned.

"Don't rush to tell me."