Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 182 The Forgotten

The craftsmen had mixed feelings.

To them, Ethan's words confirmed that the secret treasure in each of their minds really existed.

It was a power armor made by the Lord of Tides himself, and it might contain the knowledge left by the greatest craftsman in human history. Anyone who got this power armor would have unlimited "inspiration".

To this day, they still cannot imagine the changes that these losses may bring. According to Ethan's inference, the master craftsmen of all generations have only obtained one of the countless treasures from that treasure house of knowledge, which is enough for them to illuminate the future of the Western Continent like a beacon.

No craftsman can resist this temptation.

They couldn't understand why Ethan, as the first person to discover this knowledge, seemed to have no interest in it.

The actions of one craftsman brought everyone back to reality.

He is Gray Lead's father.

The man in his forties tried his best to suppress the emotions surging in his heart and walked towards Gray who was lying on the ground at the door of the hall. He bent down to feel Gray's breath, and finally knelt down dejectedly.

Not long ago, he also listened to the Lord of Tide's judgment on Gray.

Cheater.

This is the message conveyed to all craftsmen by the Lord of Tides himself.

Not only did his son die, but he also had no honor at all, which was equivalent to being expelled from the Brotherhood of Craftsmanship. Grey-Leed's name would not be recorded in the Brotherhood's Hall of Valor, but would most likely be nailed to history's pillar of shame.

The father decided to leave this noisy place. When he carried Gray's body and walked away, the craftsmen in the hall did not pay much attention to them. Everyone realized a great piece of news - this amateur from the empire knew the location of the treasure, and he had no interest in it.

The craftsmen had different expressions on their faces, and no one brought up the topic openly.

They had ulterior motives and did not want to share the spoils left to them by the Lord of Tide with others.

There is only one power armor, which means only one person can inherit this treasure.

"What a shame, he's still so young."

After leaving the mechanical castle, someone called out to the man who was carrying Grey-Leed on his back. The man looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with snake eyes and a charming figure. He recognized this woman who was always by Flor's side at a glance. When she approached, he could smell the rich scent of incense.

A dangerous woman with deep scheming, this is how he describes women.

"Sorry Ms. Rattle, I'm not in the mood right now."

The man maintained basic etiquette. The thoughts in his mind overlapped and became disorganized. He could only follow his instinct and bring his son, who had lost his vital signs, back home. This was the only thing he could do now.

Maybe……

He could use some "inspiration" and he could transform Gray-Leigh's body.

While steam technology can't bring the dead back to life, it can at least make them look alive.

"I'm just saying that he just set a record. In the future, he will become a master craftsman who is no less than Mr. Gelb. It would be a pity if he died like this."

Rattle smiled back at him.

The amber snake eyes locked onto the hesitant man, as if looking at prey that was about to be caught.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"If steam technology doesn't work, try something else."

Xiangwei paused for a moment, "I think what you need now is a miracle, a miracle that can bring your son back to life... How about negotiating a deal with the consortium?"

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At the same time, an inconspicuous white ragdoll cat walked up the steps of the parliament with elegant steps and walked straight into the building that symbolized the pinnacle of Ophira's power.

The two guards guarding the door saw the ragdoll cat, bent down, and tried to appear as gentle as possible.

There are very few small animals here.

They had never seen such a beautiful cat, and what was even more interesting was that she didn't seem to be afraid of people at all.

"Kitten, you—"

The gentle voice suddenly stopped and the guard stood there in a daze.

They clearly saw the white cat turned into a phantom, and disappeared when they returned to the gods, as if what they had just seen was just an illusion.

"Did you...see it?"

"I see. There is clearly a kitten here."

The two looked at each other and confirmed each other's doubts.

It's so weird.

Why did the cat suddenly disappear?
Logically, they shouldn't both be having hallucinations at the same time.

But what greeted Winter was a completely different scene. She saw the stairs stained with blood. There was only one guard left, or to be more precise, half of him.

His upper body was being gnawed by some wriggling shadow creature, and he still held a weapon tightly in his hand, but this was not enough to change his fate.

The squirming shadows looked like mud, constantly emerging from the black cracks torn in space. She saw someone passing by these broken bodies and the horrific human remains. That figure had the same long white hair as her. Her eyes did not linger on the corpses and the shadows for even a second.

A lot has changed in Ophira.

It sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sky was covered by the ocean. Only extremely weak light shone through the sea water onto the city, but the light was not from the sun, but from something heart-pounding and indescribable.

These black cracks are the result of looking directly at it.

The Deep Sea Council is already a relatively "clean" place. Winter came all the way from the direction of the mansion. The residents of Ophira formed a temporary defense team, but they were ultimately unable to resist the invasion of the shadow. Even their proud steam chariot was corroded, and it grew wriggling black roots, firing "cannonballs" at the crowd.

Anyone affected will be instantly swallowed up by the shadow and assimilated into twisted shadow.

Under such an offensive, the residents' defense line became increasingly fragile. The comrades who were fighting alongside them in the last second would turn into monsters that pounced on them in the next moment. It was only a matter of time before they completely collapsed.

And there is no point in killing these shadow creatures.

Just like the contaminated area they encountered in Wolf's Head, Winter soon realized that what she was experiencing was also part of history, a history that had not happened. She found some key information - this was five days later, the day of election day, which was a glorious tradition of Ophira, and all residents came to the streets to witness this solemn scene.

Therefore, the speed at which casualties spread was so fast that by the time people reacted, most of them had already been killed or injured.

Winter also saw an unusual sight on the edge of the city.

Waves tens of meters high surrounded the entire city. There was no end in sight, making the entire Ophira an isolated island. The steam-powered ships that tried to sail far away before the city was destroyed were all smashed to pieces by the tentacles before entering the water curtain.

The difference from Wolf's Head Fort was that this time it was Winter himself who found the gap to enter here.

After the battle in the Imperial Capital, she had a deeper understanding of the concept of "time". She followed the figure in front of her and walked into the Deep Sea Council, which had long been shrouded in panic. The elite of Ophira, who were guarding the entrance, barely blocked the attack of the creeping shadows. What really worked was some kind of mechanical creation that looked like an iron man. Master Craftsman Gelb was on the front line, commanding the iron men to set up a defense line in the front hall.

The surviving craftsmen built a new line of defense here, which brought the battle situation to a brief balance, but it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed.

Winter walked into the council hall where a meeting was going on and she saw many familiar faces.

The Speaker, the diplomat Richard, Yuge and his maid, all had solemn expressions on their faces. There was only one content of this meeting - they needed to develop a plan to escape from Ophira before the craftsmen were defeated.

They could no longer prevent the sinking of the continent, and escape was their only option.

The survivors had a heated discussion about where to go, but inevitably reached a deadlock, as it seemed they had nowhere else to go.

From the conversations among the parliamentarians, Winter learned that a civil war had broken out in the empire. Not long ago, the scarlet plague spread rapidly in the imperial capital. As the main leaders of the empire died from the plague, unrest quickly swept the entire empire. People who were dissatisfied with the heavy labor rose up, seized muskets and launched a rebellion. Followers of evil gods were rampant in various towns and villages, and a large number of residents of the empire died in the evil god sacrifices.

Other continents also fell into the same situation at almost the same time.

At this desperate moment, the Speaker had to reveal the last secret left to them by the Lord of Tide to the few survivors. He led everyone into the Speaker's room, moved an oil painting, and revealed a button hidden behind the painting.

Then came the sound of the axle wheel turning.

The Lord of Tides hopes that the knowledge he left behind can help the people of the Western Continent cope with the crisis that is bound to come in a few eras, but he has also considered the possibility of failure. When the situation becomes irreversible, the survivors must preserve the human flame.

then……

To join other people chosen by "God".

That would be the worst future.

However, the Speaker failed to convey this secret to anyone, and the road leading to the bottom of the council chamber was shrouded in shadows. A distorted and terrifying face was vaguely revealed in the depths of the darkness, and all those who approached were torn to pieces by countless wriggling shadow tentacles in an instant.

The first person to be killed was the Speaker himself. Before he could even say anything, he turned into pieces of meat scattered on the ground.

Winter vaguely sensed a familiar breath from those shadows.

He, Lao Ba and Kane seem to belong to the same kind of existence.

However, the other her ignored the shadows shrouding the stairs and walked straight in.

She then walked down the stairs.

Then, activate the domain and switch back to reality.

This is a rather dim room, and the way here is still blocked. In the real world, the Speaker is still alive and should be on his way to the underground research facility with Flor.

Looking at the room full of collections, the cat wagged its tail excitedly and jumped onto the table lightly.

Another restricted area was broken into.

The exploration of the Ophira restricted area has been completed!

This was the achievement she set for herself. With her further mastery of elemental upgrades, she made further progress in her ability to break into restricted areas.

Now, there is no forbidden area in the world that can stop her.

Maomao decided to bring back some loot as a reward for herself. In exchange, she decided to leave some gifts for the Speaker - maomao's paw prints on the table as proof that she had broken in.

She picked up the parchment book on the table, with "Enlightenment" written on the cover.

Ethan must love this.

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When Ethan returned to the mansion, he met Winter, who was holding her head high and looking like "Come and see me". She had placed several parchment books in the most conspicuous position.

"what is this?"

Ethan followed her lead and asked.

"Treasure, I stole it from the secret room in the Speaker's Office!"

Winter maintained her human form with cat ears and a cat tail. Her big furry tail swayed rhythmically, attracting a lot of attention. "The Speaker had no idea that his home had been robbed."

"You are truly worthy of being called a teacher. I'm afraid there is no mechanism in this world that can stop you."

"That's natural."

Lin Dong looked like she wanted to maintain her dignity as a teacher, but she couldn't suppress the smile. She signaled Ethan to sit down with her eyes, then sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck, coughed lightly, and tried to make her voice sound more majestic. "Student Ethan, although I admit that you have made remarkable achievements in upgrading the elements recently, you still have a lot to learn and improve."

For example, the ability to steal things in a restricted area.

It is foreseeable that in their future journeys, there will be many people like the Speaker who are unwilling to communicate, so breaking into restricted areas is a practical and necessary skill.

She placed the parchment book with the cover marked "Enlightenment" in Ethan's hand and said, "This book can answer your questions."

These are words left by the Lord of Tides himself.

He never gave up his research on the evil god until he felt that he was about to die, and then he wrote this book and left it to the people of the Western Continent.

This is a qualified and upright God.

Even Winter, who had no good feelings towards gods, could not find any fault with them. She couldn't help but suspect that perhaps every upright god was like this. They deserved people's praise, but with the changes of the times, these praises gradually became a tool to maintain their rule.

"On Forgetting".

Ethan found the answers to all his questions in the most prominent place in this book.

When he first arrived in the Western Continent, he couldn't help but feel doubtful about the atheistic system here. In his opinion, the atheism of the people in the Western Continent was a bit forced, even to the point where it could not be explained logically. What they pursued was not the truth and the essence, but neglect, as if as long as they did not acknowledge the existence of the evil gods, those destructive fables would not befall them.

He found a detailed interpretation in this book.

In the many years that followed, the Lord of Tides studied the power of the evil gods and the system from which they were born, and gradually realized that the soul was the source of the evil gods' power, and that the operating mechanism of this power was faith.

The extremely fanatical faith makes believers flock to offer their souls as fuel to their gods.

So He proposed a conjecture.

If the concept of evil gods could be completely eliminated in some way, the fuel supply could be cut off from the source.

Even if this cannot actually kill the evil gods, it can keep them in a weakened state at all times and exile them to another dimension forever.

However, the research was not completed and he died.

The Lord of Tides can only hope that someone can continue the research, and He has entrusted a mission to his successor, that is, to be the first Speaker.

They want to erase all traces of the existence of "God".

(End of this chapter)