Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Chapter 1104 275: No Meals Provided Here_2

When the last starship disappeared, the Chief Prosecutor collapsed on the ground, face upward.At this moment, he completely cast aside his identity as Chief Prosecutor, staring blankly at the cloudless sky, feeling the joy of survival like an ordinary person.

They won.

Without any guidance from the Lord of the Holy City, they repelled the rebellion jointly launched by the Holy City Navy, the Origin Society, and the pirates. Even though the rebellion would not end with the retreat of the rebel fleet, and countless battles awaited them in the future, he was not troubled by these worries at all right now.

However, such joy did not last long.

To the residents of the tribe, this seemed like a victory that was meant to be.

Their leader successfully boarded the command ship, what could possibly hinder their leader's path?

What truly displeased the Chief Prosecutor were the ordinary citizens of the Holy City; his gaze was drawn to some residents temporarily assembled at the central square to attend a lecture. Their eyes were blank, expressions wooden, not showing any joy at such a hard-won victory.

They gathered here like wooden people, waiting for the Law Department to issue the return-to-work order.

Their presence was only due to the stipulations of the Temporary Assembly Act.

A few days ago, they were undoubtedly the ideal citizens by the standards of the Lord of the Holy City, contributing to this prosperous civilization every day.

But now, the Chief Prosecutor doubted whether they even knew what had happened to the city or their civilization.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw cleaning robots moving back and forth on the streets, and a question filled his mind.

The proud citizens of the First Special District...

What difference is there between them and those cleaning robots?

They simply resembled humans more from the outside, and thus were classified into the category of "humans" logically.

Then, what was their significance in fighting to the last moment for the First Special District?

To... protect a bunch of cleaning robots?

"Monk Vidis."

The Chief Prosecutor involuntarily called out to the comrade who went through all this with him, "Is there a possibility to reverse the prefrontal lobotomy?"

"No, and it's not allowed."

Monk Vidis answered with a cold tone through her semi-mechanical face, where little joy was visible. In fact, these priests from the Sanctuary of Logic only felt "despair" when they couldn't perceive the Holy Master's brilliance; their emotions remained as stable as a machine, otherwise.

"But now, the situation has changed."

"No, the situation never changed." Vidis's gaze was firm, "This is merely the Holy Master's test for us; He will eventually return to us."

The Chief Prosecutor was incredulous. He stared at Vidis in shock, hardly believing this was her enlightenment after experiencing all this.

Yet he quickly realized that Monk Vidis's gaze never lingered on him for a moment.

...

"Truly pathetic, pathetic enough to make me feel somewhat sad."

This scene was also seen clearly by Sincaro; His tone always carried a sarcastic color, which was why He was never welcomed wherever He went.

Eyes in the dark kept opening and closing, trying hard to squeeze out a few tears.

"A great victory, but not many can truly understand its value." He tirelessly stirred Ethan up, "Look, you've done so much for them, yet they still sincerely await their Holy Master's return. Oh, more accurately, in their view, everything you've done is merely a test from the Holy Master."

The priests from the Sanctuary of Logic certainly wouldn't rejoice.

Because their hearts have never wavered, they strictly obey the oracle, so victory is expected.

"I almost can't bear to see it anymore; the good news is I have a few divinely chosen ones who are adept at emotional manipulation under me. They're eager to challenge whether they can twist a priest's belief."

Sincaro's voice echoed everywhere in the Node Space, "As long as you open up a slight rift in this world for them, I can ensure they'll appear next to Monk Vidis, then I promise you'll have days to enjoy watching a devout Believer sink into depravity."

"No need."

Ethan gently declined Sincaro's offer.

From above, the booming noise occasionally interrupted their conversation, frantic and negative emotions permeated everywhere, he could feel the entire space excited for these visiting "guests."

The Holy City Navy's starships, and the interstellar pirates who fled the Star Zone earlier, were gathering here; they couldn't understand why their navigation coordinates suddenly failed, nor what this dark, eerie, terrifying place was nearby.

They were supposed to appear in the Star Zone of the Core World for a strategic meeting, yet now, the atmosphere was so oppressive it nearly drove them to madness. Each starship constantly communicated, but those communication devices heavily interfered by strong radio waves always carried peculiar whispers.

"I understand, I understand."

Sincaro said, "After all, getting you angry is a terrible thing; I and my people are trapped here, while those poor things above have no idea what place they've been dragged into."

After hundreds of attempts, Sincaro grasped a fact.

——Without Ethan's permission, even Old Gods couldn't tear a rift in this special realm.

And just now, Ethan further proved with action the profound impact he could wield on humanity.

For a long time, the cross-galactic dominance of the Holy City was founded on navigation coordinates; once Ethan withdrew the privileges he bestowed upon people, then thousands of worlds under the Holy City's rule would instantaneously fall into darkness, fragmented into countless isolated islands devoid of information.

"Are you sending me a message? No matter what kind of conspiracy I and the Lord of the Holy City devise, we must involve you, otherwise even if we complete the integration, what awaits us will be an unprecedented Dark Epoch... My God, Ethan, compared to us, your methods are more like those of a true villain."

This was Sincaro's new tactic—endlessly nagging Ethan.

Despite Ethan's current indifferent appearance, as long as nuisances keep badgering him day and night, he would ultimately reach his breaking point.

Whether he compromises or gets angry, it would serve as a decent start.

The good news was, He excelled at this, capable of carrying on all day.

Several Epochs ago, He was provoking His kin in this way.

Sincaro thought His kin seemed a bit lifeless during that time; at a silent gathering, someone had to step up and enliven the atmosphere, right?

"I know you and your little girlfriend aren't like those aloof types who ignore people."

Sincaro said, "Bazatous, Anapolis, and Kaisaros all told me about you. They said you were quite chatty when with them. Come on, I'm already open-hearted and ready to chat with you—anything goes: the upcoming plan, opinions on warfare in different dimensions, or simply talking about weather and food. I prefer royal princesses with golden hair, full of justice and with a touch of arrogance; transforming them into demons is a sensation I find irresistible."

He initiated a new topic, "You should be able to imagine, right? Those self-proclaimed just royal princesses accidentally find themselves marked by an unclean symbol, unwilling to disclose to anyone or seek help due to their royal pride and inner purity..."

"Not bad, but not as intriguing as white hair and red eyes."

For the first time, Ethan directly responded to Sincaro, his answer leaving the Demon King stunned.

This was not the answer He expected.

According to His plan, Ethan would show a flaw when thoroughly annoyed by Him.

The prior battle between Zhuang Xiao and the second seat was precisely a miniature of this contest, the one losing composure first would completely lose the initiative.

But Ethan's response sounded anything but impatient, naturally picking up the topic, "What about dinner tonight? We're having a teriyaki chicken burger combo with strawberry sundae."

"Get me the same combo, thanks."

"You're welcome, make it yourself."

With the friendliest tone, Ethan uttered words that sounded most ruthless to Sincaro, "We don't serve meals here."