Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 220 [Do Not Blindly Trust]

Victory.

It was still an unprecedented victory.

All the surviving members of the Martino family were overjoyed.

They never imagined it would end like this.

Did they really win?

Clearly, everything is beyond repair.

It was as if a god was secretly protecting them, and at the crucial moment, they reversed the situation.

Could it be that the prayers before setting off really worked?

Then, someone started by kneeling down, and on this blood-soaked, dark battlefield, they began to pray again, praising the name of the Savior of Darkness.

Soon, the prayers became a collective affair, with chants of praise almost piercing the night.

Ethan, sensing the prayers from the shadows, was surprised to find his strength and power slowly returning.

Furthermore, even the 'Name of the True God,' which had already reached its bottleneck, has shown some new changes.

Even the smallest detail is enough to prove one point.

That is, his direction was correct, and coming to Wangdu was the right thing to do.

Vasini was also among the praying crowd, and he understood more clearly what was really going on.

There really was a god watching them and responding to them.

The Royal Capital Mafia will not perish; on the contrary, this is the eve of dawn, and everything will only get better.

Since you are all going to abandon this flag, then I will take it on by myself.

From then on, there were only the Martino family.

Vasini's heart was filled with absolute confidence and a certain indescribable sense of destiny.

It must be true that fate led God to choose me; there must be a reason for that.

It's time to change the underground layout of the capital.

After gathering the surviving family guards, Vasini led them back to the sanctuary.

After arranging for the wounded and their compensation, Vasini went alone to the depths of the sanctuary again and began to pray.

"Great Lord, thank you for all that you have given us, thank you for saving us from fire and water. From this day forward, I will sing praises to your name!"

He made up his mind to start preaching from tomorrow, and he wanted to make more people believers in darkness so that their power would grow stronger.

However, the next moment, he heard a new response.

"Don't blindly believe everything you hear!"

"Only the devout can praise my name."

These words gave Vasini a jolt.

He was both pleased that God had responded to him once again and secretly alarmed that he had almost violated God's taboo.

So he immediately said with trepidation, "Please forgive me, I have no intention of spreading my faith indiscriminately. I will carefully examine the hearts of each person and let the true believers serve you!"

"good."

After this response, no matter what Vasini said, God no longer responded to him.

But his heart was burning with passion, and he had already begun to formulate a preliminary plan; his mind was already subtly shifting.

Let's start with the weak.

Without discussing how Vasini's ambitions were unearthed.

Ethan was already on his way home.

As Ethan moved further and further away from the South, he found his connection with Vasini growing weaker.

Currently, there seems to be a distance limitation; only when he gets close enough can he respond to the other person and offer help.

However, as Vasini's faith grows stronger and more people join his cause, his abilities should improve. After returning home and having a late-night snack, Ethan wasn't sleepy and picked up his brush again to paint.

His solo exhibition is just around the corner.

To defeat Rubens at this exhibition and thoroughly promote his own theories, relying solely on his previous works was still a bit insufficient.

So he is still preparing a major work.

Arriving at the study that had been prepared in advance, Ethan unveiled a nearly finished work, paused for a moment, picked up his pen, and then glanced towards the door.

As if sensing something, Anya quietly appeared there.

In the dim light, her emerald eyes shone like stars.

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a new day.

The controversy sparked by yesterday's Wangguo Deep Observation Report has not subsided, and everyone is still immersed in this debate on art.

Many people are eagerly buying the latest issue of the Kingdom In-Depth Observation Report, just to see what new arguments will emerge today.

The results did not disappoint them; there are still some bombshell revelations today.

The title of the new issue is still eye-catching enough—

Ethan Poletta: On Why Rubens' Art Is Outdated.

This is a complete abandonment of pretense; they're just relentlessly attacking Rubens alone.

Yesterday's newspapers were somewhat veiled, at least starting the attack in the main text; today they've gone all out and named names.

Yesterday, some astute reporters had already approached Rubens, wanting to interview him and ask for his opinion on Ethan's claim that "art is bullshit."

But Rubens did not give an interview.

Many people feel deeply regretful.

But if Rubins doesn't respond to this newspaper today, wouldn't he seem a bit too cowardly?

Therefore, many people came to Rubens's doorstep again, trying to obtain first-hand materials.

But neither of them expected that a visitor had already arrived at Rubins' home.

The visitor was none other than Hlosh himself.

On the one hand, he was delighted that his newspaper's sales had finally started to surge, giving the newspaper hope of survival.

On the other hand, he felt ashamed of himself.

He didn't expand his career through in-depth reporting, but rather through verbal battles and news stories completely detached from the lives of ordinary people.

But he still stood here this morning, for a living, for his dream.

“My master said he will not see you. You should leave. He does not accept any form of interview.”

Rubens' servant wore a poker face, appearing aloof and unapproachable.

Helosh straightened his face and said with a smile, "Please go and inform him that I was sent by Mr. Ethan to invite him to participate in this art discussion, or rather, this duel."

After a while.

Looking exhausted and with red eyes, Rubens walked out of his studio. It was clear that he hadn't slept well these past two days and had probably lost his temper quite a bit.

"Are you here to provoke me?"

Rubens stared intently at Hlosh, looking as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"No, no, Mr. Rubens, I'm just relaying Mr. Ethan's words. Our newspaper is a fair and impartial platform. We are only responsible for recording what is happening at the moment. We will never distort any facts in what everyone says. That's why Mr. Ethan wants to use our platform to start this discussion."

Hlosh knew that Rubins was wavering, and it was only a hair's breadth away.

"If you're not willing, we'll find other artists; trust them..."

No, I accept.

(End of this chapter)