Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 938 - 201: May the Little Yellow Potato Guide Your Path
Carlo is probably mad.
This was Ethan's first reaction. Judging from the human remains on the scene, at least four sect leaders had died at Carlo's hands.
Could it be that the haunted house set up by Old Ba was so terrifying that it scared Carlo into a mental breakdown?
However, after confirming the news with Old Ba, Ethan's doubts were answered.
The writhing tumor in the room wasn't "movie special effects" but rather a grotesque creation made of flesh—a "masterpiece" of Carlo's, only he was so unskilled in the power of flesh that he couldn't transform human remains into aberrant creatures.
This power belonged to Carlo.
The current Pope of the Life Divine Teachings had actually become a follower of Bazatous.
Thus, the cause of death for those unfortunate souls was clear.
"Not everyone fled the Holy Hall immediately; some followed Carlo and accidentally discovered his secret." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Ethan began reasoning, "Seeing his secret exposed, Carlo had no choice but to silence them."
This scene exceeded their expectations. Their plan was originally just to scare those trapped in the Praise Sanctuary, but they hadn't anticipated that the broken statue of the Goddess would reveal such secrets.
Carlo must have thought that his desire for Bazatous's power was identified by the ancient magic of the hall, which led to the subsequent series of events. The sect leaders who followed Carlo must have thought the same when they saw the red mist emanating from him.
"We can use this to our advantage..."
Ethan's lips curled upward.
In this eternal darkness and fear, everyone scattered throughout the sanctuary heard the same voice.
—"Among you, someone has forsaken their faith and become the Evil God's pawn. Find him, or you'll be trapped here forever."
Carlo also heard this unknown whisper, his body shuddered violently, he clenched his fists and staggered to his feet.
He walked toward the door as if bewitched.
He must not fall before achieving his great goal, even if it means stepping over everyone's corpses!
"You're evil to the core."
With just one sentence, you destroyed the trust between people, Lindong commented, "You were born to be a villain. Maybe being defeated as the mastermind behind the scenes is your destiny."
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Meanwhile, Veronica on the other side also heard the untraceable whisper. But at this moment, she could not afford to search for the Evil God's followers who had mingled among them. She clutched her buttocks tightly, curled on the ground like a shrimp, biting her lips until they bled just to barely stop herself from crying out.
Just moments ago, she had fallen unguarded from a height of over ten meters into this pit and lay on the ground for a long time. It took ages for her numbed buttocks and waist to regain some sensation.
Hold on, Veronica!
You're a Judge of the Church Court; crying would be a joke.
Veronica sniffled, wiping away the tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes.
It was all the fault of that strange blonde girl who suddenly appeared. When Veronica first saw the girl in the corridor, her little heart almost jumped out of her throat—the blonde girl had no body, just a big round head.
As Veronica thought the culprit had once again used brutal means to chop off the blonde girl's head, that round head moved right in front of her.
Only then did she realize this wasn't a murder case at all, but the blonde girl had dug a hole in the ground and buried her body beneath it, looking like a little yellow potato at first glance.
However, considering the horrible scenes happening in the Holy Hall, Veronica could understand why the blonde girl would bury her body underground—it gave her a greater sense of security.
Veronica followed the blonde girl, trailing her to one of the rooms. She waited at the door until the room quieted down before knocking and revealing her identity.
But there was no response from inside. Failing to communicate, Veronica could only push the door open on her own accord.
Before she could grasp the situation in the room, she missed her step and fell from a height of more than ten meters.
The fall stunned her, landing first on her buttocks, it hurt so much that tears flowed.
If she ever met that blonde girl again, she would definitely question her: "Are you out of your mind? Who allowed you to dig a hole in the Church's holy ground?"
The air was filled with a faint scent of blood. Once she collected herself and checked her body, Veronica found no wounds; the scent wasn't coming from her. She looked around; a faint red light vaguely illuminated her path. This underground space was much larger than she had imagined.
Her face changed slightly.
This was a hidden passage in the Crown of Dawn Cathedral never recorded before, and definitely not dug by that little yellow potato. The passage was spacious, and the road seemed meticulously maintained.
The question arose, when exactly was this passage built?
In theory, any maintenance work on the church should be under her jurisdiction. The law enforcement team was such a special department that they bore most of the manual labor during peaceful times.
The scent of blood was coming from farther away; common sense told Veronica she should not advance. An unrecorded passage with a scent of blood wafting—she didn't need her brain to know it wasn't a good place.
