Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 845 - 162: The Metamorphosed

King of Gluttony, stuffed to death?

The prison guards on the second floor exchanged bewildered looks; the invincible overseer in their eyes was actually killed by two boxes of pizza?

This presumably horrifying scene seemed not so terrifying after all.

The weapon wasn't a sword or gunpowder, nor was it wind, fire, lightning or thunder, but an ever-expanding dough. After completely submerging the King of Gluttony, the dough didn't stop growing, it climbed along the walls to the ceiling, eventually sealing the breach made by the motorcycle. Only once this was done, did the guards belatedly realize the reason behind Ethan's actions—this uninvited guest used the dough to block the prison's entrances and exits.

"Retreat, retreat! Quickly report to the Prison Warden!"

The guards woke from their dream-like state; however, before they could take a few steps to run, they crashed into a soft yet elastic object. Taken by surprise, they were thrown several meters, landing on the ground, and when they looked at each other, they all pointed at one another in horror.

Blood.

Their bodies were entirely drenched in blood.

This made them scream frantically, yet moments later they noticed something strange. Although they were turned into "blood people," there was no pain. One guard wiped the red liquid from his face and licked it.

Sweet and sour, mixed with the aroma of cheese.

Isn't this tomato sauce?

The joy of surviving the disaster did not last long; they heard an abyssal whisper from behind, "250° roasting."

The old lady who ran the pizza shop mentioned that a good Margaret thin crust pizza should be baked between 230° to 250°.

Before the guard licking the tomato sauce could react, heart-wrenching screams echoed around him. The screams did not last long. When he looked toward the source, he saw his "companions" who had been like him a moment ago already scorched yellow, the tomato sauce that covered them permeating their bodies, binding with their skin under the high-temperature roasting.

In that instant, he became the last survivor.

What kind of sinister magic is this!

This was the first time he realized pizza could be used to kill, and this intruder who brazenly rode a motorcycle into the prison was a formidable enemy the Empire had never faced.

They heard from the older generation of prison guards about the aftermath of the Violet Commune movement; during the imprisonment of that noble, batches of high-tier Transcendents broke into the prison. However, what awaited them here were monsters absolutely not to be freed onto the earth's surface.

They were terrifying entities never encountered before, in those repeated invasion events, single-handedly the King of Gluttony swallowed 37 rescuers.

Thus, they always believed the overseer was invincible.

But now, a monster more terrifying than the overseer appeared. The guard glanced out of the corner of his eye at Ethan ascending to the second floor, lifted by the white dough, which moved as agilely as his own hands and feet.

"Don't, don't kill me! Otherwise, the Prison Warden won't spare you; she's ten times, no, a hundred times stronger than the overseer! Plus, His Highness the Prince and the commander of the Imperial Army are here, flee with your tail between your legs now, maybe you can salvage a life!"

The guard stumbled backward, trying to bolster his courage almost like a roar; at this moment, he felt the despair of those inmates.

They had stood on the second floor of the prison, watching the suffering prisoners fall back futilely to the edges of the Circular Colosseum, only to watch helplessly as the monster in their eyes closed in on them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Now, I can rest assured."

The surviving guard appeared just like those prisoners once seen as "ingredients" on the second floor, with a grimace, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his back already against the soft dough, yet still retreating futilely, his movements slow, unable to widen the gap between him and the monster.

Even threats turned into meaningless roars and yells.

This used to be the highlight of their guard careers; they would still bet on which prisoner the overseer would leave until last.

That would be the most painful way to die.

Because the King of Gluttony typically saved the last prisoner as a dessert, eating them very slowly, sometimes when most of their body was already gone, they would still be screaming.

And now, he became the last one.

The guard saw Ethan raise his right hand high.

"That's why you're still breathing."

The anticipated death did not arrive; he heard something fall beside him.

It was a sheepskin book.

"Flour Element Handbook—Author: Little Dark."

He vaguely saw the scrawled handwriting on the sheepskin book, "You have fifteen minutes to deliver this book to the Prison Warden, it records the secrets of flour Elemental Magic, let her prepare in advance... the temperature is the key to a delicious pizza. If you time out, you can experience the sensation of being blown to pieces."

The soft touch behind him dissipated; the guard picked up the sheepskin book, tried to get up, rolling and crawling, taking a heavy fall twice before stabilizing, running towards the depths of the prison without looking back.

"Is it an illusion?"

The old lady stepped onto the dough and also ascended to the second floor of the Circular Colosseum.