Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 854 - 166: Guns and Fire

Enemies of God?

What is this woman mumbling about again?

Cedric didn't understand, nor did he want to. From the first moment he met the Prison Warden, he felt this woman was somewhat neurotic. Many things that had happened recently were indeed beyond his comprehension, but regardless, his thoughts would not change.

"My target is that red-haired woman."

Cedric said in a deep voice.

The same red hair, the same clan, from the moment they met, he felt a strange emotion towards the Other Shore.

Perhaps, this is also some kind of destiny.

Then, according to their clan's tradition, a duel would be used to select the strongest among them, and the victor would lead the clan into a new era.

"As you wish, you will see her soon. Now, return to the Prince's side." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Prison Warden said.

And at the same time, everyone on the fifth floor was getting nervous.

Someone sounded the alarm, and the piercing sound echoed in the prison area for a long time, meaning the arrival of invaders.

Since the end of the Violet Commune incident, the prison had once again been invaded.

"As expected, as expected!"

The tense atmosphere and the footsteps of the prison guards made the Eldest Prince temporarily put aside the unpleasantness with the Thousand-faced Witch. After all, there was no irreconcilable conflict between him and the prison's overseer, but Balmon and those revived remnants of the Violet Commune were different. They acted to overthrow the rule of the Henry Royal Family and destroy the empire.

This was also part of his plan.

Accompanied by the man in the black cloak, he strode into Balmon's interrogation room. The latter was pale from excessive blood loss, and the intense torture had left him unconscious. Several prison doctors surrounded him, fiddling with their tools to stop the bleeding and disinfect.

Before sending Balmon to prison, the Eldest Prince had contacted the Imperial Capital's press, announcing his crimes to everyone, as well as the unforgivable sinner's bloodline flowing through Balmon's veins.

He knew the Violet Commune. Even when knowing it was a dead end, those passionate remnants would rush into the prison like moths to a flame, just as in the past and now the same.

Yet they knew nothing about the prison and the "spark."

This would become their grave.

"Watch, Balmon!"

The Eldest Prince didn't care whether the unconscious Balmon could hear, he said loudly, "They will all die before you do. This is my promise to you!"

And this would be the final step towards his ascent to the throne.

Quelling the rebellion, exterminating the remnants of the Violet Commune, with such achievements, no one in the empire could ever shake his throne, just like his father!

Having said this, the Eldest Prince then looked at his black-cloaked man, "I will personally oversee the battle!"

This was his first and most loyal follower, who deserved to witness this historic moment.

The coming and going prison guards were arranging the layout in the west area of the prison—that was the place connecting the fourth floor, and they had rehearsed for this countless times, armed with muskets, they stood fully prepared behind the defensive line. Some "old soldiers" still remembered the rebellion from decades ago, but ultimately, the invaders never reached their front.

Before reaching the fifth floor, they had already been slaughtered by the overseers on each level.

"Do not be afraid!"

The senior prison guard encouraged morale before the rebels arrived, "The overseers are invincible, even if those invaders have the ability to reach the heavens, they cannot surpass the overseers' defenses!"

This was the fifth floor, the deepest point accessible to both guards and prisoners. Before that, they must defeat the overseers of the previous four levels, and only then could they open the passage connecting the two levels.

The only thing that made them uneasy was that the Thousand-faced Witch's mood seemed unstable today, and long after the warning signal had sounded, she still hadn't arrived at the western front.

Not long after, a commotion arose among the crowd.

"It's the Prince, the Prince has come to oversee the battle personally!"

This news brought an unprecedented boost to morale, as this was their opportunity. If they could earn the Prince's favor in battle, maybe they could be transferred from the prison to some more important department.

The Imperial Army, the Forbidden Guard, perhaps even as guards for the nobility or the Royal Family.

No matter the benefits or the status, it was much better than being a prison guard. More importantly, they wouldn't need to stay beside these unpredictable monsters anymore, losing their lives over an unintentional thought.

Everyone held their breath, eyes locked firmly on the entrance to this level.

Meanwhile, the Prison Warden, who had triggered the alarm, surveyed the room, disfigured by the explosion. Her gaze finally settled on a thick manuscript, which had survived the blast intact, just like the sheepskin book in her hand, becoming one of the few "survivors" of the explosion.

She bent down to pick up the manuscript.

On it was line after line of crooked writing.

Then, a wind from who knows where flipped the manuscript, freezing it on one page, making the Prison Warden's eyes show a strange expression because she saw once again that familiar text:

"Someday, people will discover the truth of the 'Courage Game,' and when that time comes, the true hero will lead them to take up arms and challenge 'the divine.'"