Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 173 You humans are so dangerous!

For sailors who travel frequently, the evil god Eliom is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence, and the fear he brings far exceeds that of any other evil god.

Therefore, the moment the captain heard the chaotic voice of Octopus Face, he fired.

Sailing is a high-risk profession, and many of his friends never returned after going out to sea.

Swallowed by the sea, disappearing without a trace, even the soul cannot find peace.

The souls of those who died at sea would become sacrifices to Eliom, and some people believed that the unspeakable monsters in the sea were nourished by the souls of the victims.

And now, he actually shot dead a follower of Eliom!

The captain was panting heavily, and the crew members were silent. They were all ready for battle, waiting for the storm to come and the arrival of the sea monster. No one thought that the bullets from the musket could really kill the messenger of Eliom.

Until, inky liquid began to flow out of the hole in the chest of the peaceful octopus face.

"Go, carry him to the boat and rescue him!"

Ethan waved his hand and gave orders.

Although the scene was a bit bizarre, he could sense that the octopus-faced man was really about to die. He had never seen such a weak follower of the evil god. What was even more strange was that there was only this one octopus monster on this broken ship.

"Rescue!? Are you sure you want to rescue him?"

The crew was in disbelief.

"Do as he says."

Ivy also came to the deck and ordered the crew in a majestic tone. In name, she was the commander of this voyage.

The crew members looked at each other, and finally the captain selected two unlucky guys by roll call. The two men climbed onto the deck of the broken ship with bleak faces, and carried the dying octopus face back. They placed the octopus face flat on the deck, and the surrounding crew members surrounded them immediately.

After a few encounters, their fear of Eliom was reduced a little. The hole on the octopus-faced man's chest and the black ink that kept flowing made them realize that the messenger of the evil god was defeated so easily.

of course……

This is not their own strength.

The crew members all looked at the majestic figure on the deck. It was said that even the famous Winter Witch had to put on a maid uniform and be a humble servant in front of him.

They seemed to have gained courage and strength, and walking with this great being made them invincible. What was shot out of their muskets was no longer bullets, but the supreme power!

Octopus Face's wound was simply bandaged and he was sent to the cabin.

"What are you going to do? Open him up and dissect him?"

Ivy found a pair of gloves from somewhere. Since there was no scalpel, she could only find a bone cutting knife from the kitchen. She moved the blade back and forth in front of the octopus-faced creature's chest, and she became very interested in this strange humanoid creature. "I learned anatomy in the Enlightenment Institute before, but I haven't practiced it for a long time. Maybe my hands are a little rusty."

Teacher Valerie is the teacher of the anatomy course. She said this subject can help them better understand the structure of living things.

"According to Imperial law, we cannot dissect living humans or demihumans, but if it's a follower of the evil god, we can do it in two steps." After indicating the incision, Ivy tightened her gloves, "First, stab him to death, and then dissect the body after he dies. This will completely skip Imperial law."

"You humans are so terrible, let me go, I want to go home!"

Upon hearing this, the octopus-faced man suddenly struggled violently, speaking in a very strange "ocean accent". The tentacles in his mouth squirmed wildly due to nervousness. He widened his eyes in horror, "Why are you trying to kill me? You lackeys of the evil god!"

The wound restricted his movements, and in order to prevent the "corpse" from moving around, Ivy had already tied him to the "operating table" with straps.

But she never expected that one day she would be accused of being a follower of the evil god by the messenger of Eliom.

Moreover, as a messenger of the evil god, Urta is indeed too weak.

"You have thirty seconds to defend yourself."

Ivy held the blade of the knife at the throat of Octopus Face. With the cold sharp weapon pressed against his neck, Octopus Face calmed down a lot and stopped twisting his body.

"You despicable lackey of the evil god, my soul will return to the sea, and my Lord Eliom will lead me back to the throne of the deep sea!"

He closed his eyes, looking as if he had given it his all.

"What are you going to do in the Western Continent?"

Ethan, who was watching, heard Octopus Face's inner voice, which was full of tragedy and a feeling of heroic sacrifice.

The pupils of the octopus face shrank and he was horrified.

"Warn the people of the Western Continent? Tell the Deep Sea Council that the evil god is about to awaken?"

Ethan was a little confused.

This octopus-faced guy is a believer in the evil god himself, so why would he go through so much trouble to travel to the Western Continent to warn the people there?
"'Don't be too proud, my Lord Eliom will protect the Western Continent'!?"

Ethan directly read out the thoughts of Octopus Face, who was a warrior who was ready to die, but their characters seemed to have become the lackeys of the evil god, who intercepted the messenger of the sea halfway, killed him in a cruel way, and even planned to dissect his body.

He tried to explore a little deeper...

It seemed to be a city located in the deep sea, where many octopus faces lived. Ulta was one of them, and one of the few individuals who had interacted with humans.

A merchant ship deviated from its route, and Urta guided the sailors back to the correct route. As a thank you, the sailors of the merchant caravan...

Gave him a cannon.

As the citizen with the most diplomatic experience in the tribe, Urta volunteered to accept this dangerous and arduous mission. The broken ship was all the assets the tribe leader could offer, and the tribesmen sent Urta off on his voyage with heroic etiquette.

Ulta also has a younger sister who is in school. She always says she wants to be a brave octopus face like him.

……

What is this all about?

"Wait a minute, Ivy, this seems to be a misunderstanding."

Ethan's scalp tingled. If Ulta's memory was not forged, then didn't they attack a hero of the octopus-faced tribe and plan to dissect him like a guinea pig?
This time, he also committed the sin of judging people by their appearance.

"Misunderstand?"

Ulta raised his head proudly, "I will not yield to the evil god's lackeys' schemes!"

"Before that, I want to show you something... Ivy, go get the book about Eliom."

Even though Ulta was full of caution, he still began to flip through the ancient book when it was handed to him. At first he just glanced at it once or twice, but after seeing the contents of the book, his eyes became wider and wider, and he flipped through the book faster and faster. He became furious, and his blue face turned red with anger.

He angrily threw the book to the ground, and still angry, he jumped on it and stomped on it a few times.

"Shit, this is a bunch of shit! Who is the author? The bard? Why don't you dare to sign your name!"

The tentacles in his mouth were wriggling wildly, and anyone who saw him would think he was a messenger of the evil god.

"Mr. Ulta, now you should know why we misunderstood you, right?"

Ethan said, "As for the bard who wrote this book, he has been dead for thousands of years."

"Where is he buried?"

Ulta was trembling all over. He had to find a way to dig up the bard's tomb.

Ivy asked, "What's going on?"

"How dare you ask me what happened? Back then, my Lord Eliom and the Lord of Tides stopped the flood and suppressed the evil god. You humans actually turned the tables and framed my Lord as an evil god. This is really outrageous!"

Ulta became furious when she thought about this.

Before Eliom fell into a deep sleep, he predicted that the evil god would break the seal one day and entrusted this mission to their clan. When signs of the evil god's revival appeared, they would serve as allies from the deep sea and fight side by side with the Western Continent again.

We are still fighting side by side like this! What the hell (deep sea clan swear word)!

"I'm not going to the Western Continent anymore. I'm going back!"

The atmosphere in the cabin was a bit awkward. The crew members who were hiding outside the door and eavesdropping also heard Ulta's angry curses. It seemed that it had adopted another way of speaking, which could transmit the sound directly to the human brain.

For a moment, all the sailors looked at the captain, and these gazes made the captain feel very uneasy.

Suppose that Urta is not the messenger of the evil god, but a warrior who wants to lend a helping hand to the Western Continent...

"Captain, you just almost killed the warrior."

Some people pointed out this serious diplomatic problem.

What's worse is that if the angry Urta is allowed to return to the deep sea and bring this news back to the tribe, humans will lose a group of allies who once fought against the evil god, and may even defect to the evil god's camp.

This is a huge sin!

"Mr. Ulta, I understand your anger at the moment."

Ethan said. Ulta, who was about to leave, stopped and glanced at Ethan with his dark eyes, "Now that things have come to this, do you have anything else to say?"

Among this group of people, Ethan was the only one he had some affection for.

It was Ethan who gave the order to rescue him, and it was Ethan who saved him from the fate of being disemboweled. More importantly, he seemed to be a sensible man who defined the accusations in the book as a "misunderstanding."

But this is far from enough. Every word written in this book is unbearable for the followers of Eliom.

Their master suffered heavy losses in the war that determined the direction of the world, and fell into a deep sleep soon after the threat of the flood was eliminated. Even so, he was still preparing for the coming day of destruction. The stone tablets in the village are still engraved with the mission entrusted to them by the master before he fell asleep.

This discovery is really disheartening.

Ulta: "Are you trying to defend him?"

"I'm not going to defend him."

“Although I don’t know how you learned our clan’s skills and saw into my thoughts, I don’t intend to delve into it.” Ulta nodded, and before leaving, he gave me a final piece of advice, “What you just saw and heard is true. It won’t be long before the evil god breaks through the seal, and the entire Western Continent will be submerged in the flood.”

"It seems that the evil god's methods are much more powerful than we imagined, don't you think so?"

Hearing this, Ulta stopped and waited for Ethan's next words.

"Rather than showing their strength to humanity, they used only a book to tear apart their former allies who had fought side by side."

"You mean..."

"Their methods are more powerful than before, and they have learned to play tricks after their failure."

Ethan looked into Ulta's eyes and said, "I don't intend to stop you. I just want to remind you that perhaps our conversation at this moment is under the watchful eyes of the evil god."

Before he finished speaking, there was a noise in the corner of the room.

Ulta looked in the direction of the sound, and what came into view was a piece of red frost that exuded an ominous aura. The red ice corroded the objects placed in the corner and turned into a fast-flying insect. Winter understood what he meant, and an ice arrow accurately hit the flying insect. The red body fell to the ground and turned into a blood-like liquid in an instant.

The breath of the evil god!
Ulta took a step back, his expression becoming serious.

"It's Bazatos's minions."

Ivy said calmly, "Mr. Ulta, we have a common goal. It seems that we have been targeted by the evil god for a long time."

That's right,

The evil god Bazatos sneaked into the "Emperor's Sword" with the intention of subverting the meeting that would determine the future of the world.

Ulta's face was gloomy. He came to the bloodstain on the ground, bent down, and put his hand with only three fingers on the sticky liquid.

After the biting cold, his sight seemed to cross countless planes and enter a scarlet plane.

In just a moment, the twisted creation almost crushed his sanity.

Ulta fell to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

After a long while, he said, "You are right. I almost fell into the trap of the evil god and became a sinner of my tribe! I will go to the Western Continent with you and inform the Deep Sea Council of this news."

Only the golden hair on Ivy's head covered her face.

These three people... have turned into a serious fraud gang!

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At the same time, Deep Sea Council.

This is a huge underground facility, and all the guests participating in the event wore almost the same attire, either black suits or white dresses.

Lily followed behind Yuge awkwardly in her high heels. She was more accustomed to the maid uniform in the mansion than the gorgeous dresses. In such occasions, she could only hold Yuge's hand with her head down, not daring to look at anyone. A person of her humble status should not appear in this upper-class social gathering place.

Yuge resumed his usual leisurely pace, walking among the crowd with his head held high.

This is the third day since the ban was lifted, and the treatment plan provided by the Deep Sea Council is quite effective.

"Youger, it seems you are recovering well."

The man who took the initiative to greet him was a member of the parliament and one of the few people who had previously had an argument with Yuge in the parliament. He had a big smile on his face and was holding a glass of red wine. "Here's to you."

"Thanks you."

The congressman took a sip of the red wine in his glass and asked casually, "I heard that they said you can't go to sea anymore. What are your plans next?"

People around looked over to see the fun.

The conversation atmosphere between the two seemed good, but this topic hit Yuge's soft spot. Everyone knew that Yuge had been fascinated by sailing since he was a child, and this was a heavy blow to him.

The curfew order was just lifted not long ago and is still in the observation period. If Yuge does anything against etiquette in an important social occasion, he will be subject to stricter restrictions.

However, a charming smile appeared on Yuge's face, "I am currently studying the theory of steam technology."

Seeing this, some women of the same age blushed.

Yuger has always been the most popular type in social situations.

With his handsome appearance, good manners, and the potential to be the future Speaker of the House, he is the type of dream lover with every aspect.

The noble ladies were very happy that Yug had recovered from the sailing syndrome - this was the final result of the diagnosis. They could imagine that Yug was at the lowest point in his life, and they couldn't wait to have an encounter with him, soothe his wounded heart, and let him lose himself in the land of tenderness.

As for Lily who has been following Yuge...what does a maid have to worry about?
They don't care about these things. Who among people of this status doesn't have one or two lovers?
"Oh? Looks like you've found a new target."

The congressman stared at Yuge for a long time, but still couldn't find any flaws.

It seems that he took a lot of medicine.

This is a special medicine developed for HNA syndrome. It can effectively suppress hallucinations, but it has obvious side effects. Long-term use of this drug can cause symptoms such as forgetfulness and slow thinking. In severe cases, the patient may even become a fool.

But that is a low-probability event, unfortunately Yuge didn't hit it.

The MP could only express regret in his heart.

The feud between him and Yuge didn't just stem from the last quarrel. If Yuge became a fool from now on, there would be one less strong opponent in the future Speaker election.

“If you can’t sail yourself, build the best boat in the world.”

These words and his determined look made the noble ladies favor him even more. The congressman wanted to say something else but was quickly pushed elsewhere.

The noble ladies showed great interest in shipbuilding technology. Holding wine glasses, they talked with Yuge about steam power technology.

In social situations, Yug always becomes the center of attention, especially with the opposite sex.

This incident made many homosexuals feel quite uncomfortable.

However, Yuge was not destined to be an important figure in this social gathering today. When the emcee stepped onto the podium, everyone fell silent.

A short and bloated man attracted everyone's attention.

He was wearing a black top hat and had a small mustache. Perhaps because of his body shape, the way he walked seemed a little funny.

But no one dared to show a joking or mocking attitude towards the short man.

Because this is the most distinguished guest of the Deep Sea Council and even the entire Western Continent.

The actual person in charge of the Lofik Group, Mr. Tycoon Flor.

Following the host's introduction, warm applause broke out in the banquet hall. Flor walked forward generously and began his opening remarks in his unpleasant and sharp voice.

As is customary, the speech will begin with an interesting incident from Flor's early years.

Everyone spoke like this, and it helped liven up the atmosphere and calmed people's nerves.

Yug looked at Flor, who was sitting in the center of the podium. As the son of the speaker, he had taken public speaking classes when he was a student.

But the difference is that something else has grown on Flor.

It was a dark shadow with bared fangs and claws. With his appearance, the spreading shadow enveloped the entire banquet hall and gradually condensed into a palm.

Flor brought some exciting news.

"Not long ago, we made a breakthrough in our research on the Old Gods, which confirmed our view all along - they are not unknowable, unpredictable, and unseeable. As long as we master the corresponding means, we can touch their essence."

The atmosphere at the scene became heated.

Yug watched the giant hand change its shape and hold everyone present in its palm.

Flor skillfully paused for a while during his speech, and then, in a high and inspiring voice, he delivered the news to everyone present, "I hope to share my joy with everyone present. Not long ago, we captured an old god!"

(End of this chapter)