Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 74: The Sun

The flower fields were illuminated by golden light, and all unclean things were stained with a sacred glow.

The expected scorching temperature did not come, but the gardeners showed expressions that were more painful than being burned. As the fireball fell, they gradually understood why they suddenly stopped. Their bodies betrayed them, and when the golden light fell on them, they all prostrated themselves in the light.

What really panicked them was that they sensed a yearning from the depths of their souls, just like those souls that were pieced together and twisted by pain at this moment.

as if……

They can soak up the sunshine, too!

But, how is this possible?

They are followers of the evil god Bazatos. They abandoned their identities, names, and everything related to them. They voluntarily put on the uniforms of gardeners and buried one suffering soul after another in the soil, just because it could produce the fruits of darkness.

As long as they can spread the fruit of the evil god to every corner of the world and return to the first and darkest era, by then, they and all living beings will be the same.

The rightful God is dead, and the future will belong to the Heavenly Father!

This is how it should be!

But they saw a figure bathed in golden light. It was the only being that could walk in the light at that moment. Because the light was too dazzling, they could only see a vague outline. The figure passed by them, as if it had merged with the light, or perhaps it was the source of the light.

The wailings that came one after another had long since disappeared. The gardeners clearly saw the brand that the evil god had left on the sacrifices fading, freeing them from their twisted limbs. They also saw the broken souls being pieced together, returning to their original appearance.

The sacrifice did not stop for long and almost immediately ran towards the light.

It was their turn next. The abscesses on their bodies were healing, their dry and pale skin was glowing with blood, the invisible force that had been pressing on their shoulders disappeared, their postures were no longer hunched, and their vision, which had become blurry due to getting used to the darkness, became clearer and clearer, allowing them to distinguish the changes in their surroundings.

They crawled up from the cold soil, some grew hair, and the marks of Bazatos on their faces were smoothed by the light. Or to be more precise, they briefly returned to the past and were no longer a numb body or a puppet in the hands of an evil god.

Unprecedented satisfaction enveloped them, reminding them of the church bells they heard when they were young children. At that time, they still yearned for the existence of the right gods and believed that their blessings would be equally bestowed on everyone.

But this time it was different, they were seen and heard.

The gardeners felt the call from the depths of the light, mixed with many familiar voices.

So close, yet so within reach.

They responded to the call.

Can't wait.

……

When the light faded, only silence remained in the flower field.

Ethan unscrewed the cap of the third bottle of wakefulness and drank the potion in one gulp. He had become accustomed to the slightly bitter taste of licorice and the earthy aftertaste. He needed to drink another bottle to alleviate the slight trance brought about by casting the spell. Before this, he had never poured out magic power like today.

In addition to relieving fatigue, another benefit of the stimulant is that it allows him to stay calm and temporarily isolate those negative emotions.

White flowers showed him the way.

All the roots pointed to the town square, where there used to be a fountain. At the depth 2 level, the fountain turned into a deep pit that collapsed downward, and all the roots converged towards the pit like blood vessels.

Ethan walked in the flower field without being attacked by the roots. He noticed that one of the twisted souls was missing.

That's Isean, whose magical talents seem to bring her a greater curse.

The tunnel is bottomless, and below is darkness that not even light can penetrate. This is the anchor point leading to the third level, which is also the deepest level ever recorded. Anyone who breaks in will be directly stared at by the evil god Bazatos. Their faith will be blocked, and they will gradually turn back into ordinary people as time goes by.

Ethan didn't pause for a moment, he went straight into the pit.

This time, he didn't close his eyes, and he didn't need to close his eyes anymore.

He listened to the call from the deep pit. It was a chaotic, incomprehensible language. The sound was pervasive and kept echoing in his ears. Even the stimulant could not make the sound completely disappear.

It seemed to be an existence hidden at a deeper level, which extended an invitation to him, allowing him to no longer need to establish a connection with this abnormal space through an anchor point.

In the book "Jacqueville the Lightbringer", the third level of the contaminated area is described as a place isolated from the world where even faith cannot invade.

Ethan walked into the pit, his image reflected in the darkness.

He did not fall.

What was falling was the whole world. His vision was reversed, and everything within his sight was turned upside down. In an instant, he seemed to have switched places with his own reflection in the darkness. This was a world made up of countless roots. Above his head was the sky described in the book, shrouded in blood mist.

The whispers of chaos were getting closer and closer to him, as if they were just on the other side of the red mist.

Ethan saw a white flower, standing in the center of the flower field like a towering ancient tree, with all its roots converging towards her.

A tall figure stood in front of the white flowers, with his back to him.

He was wearing black knight armor, with pale hair falling on his shoulder armor. His hands were placed on the hilt of the giant sword, with the tip of the sword sticking into the roots, as if drawing energy from them.

The eye on the blade looked at Ethan.

Ethan walked towards the white flowers.

This was the trap tailor-made for the Knight Commander by the man who was well versed in the ways of knights. He let Isean's broken soul wait at the first level, believing that this lost soul would definitely lead him to the other side.

In fact, this is an excellent conspiracy.

Ethan also fell into the trap.

He noticed the missing souls and listened to the cries from deeper within.

The fire element was extremely excited at this moment.

Miss Witch mentioned that the essence of fire element corresponds to brilliance, and they prefer ambitious people. When Ethan tried to impress the fire elemental elves by saying that he had been in the top five in his grade in middle school, the judges not only did not turn to him, but also gave him a look of disgust.

Two years after coming to this world, Ethan finally understood the glory that the elemental elves longed for.

He made a decision.

If this was an abyss that even faith could not penetrate, then he would create a sun here.

(End of this chapter)