Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 750 - 117: This Is a Trial

It seems the special citizens of the City of Truth genuinely believe they have offered a deal that cannot be refused; they also make no secret of their desire for the black cat perched on Ethan's shoulder.

"I refuse."

Ethan gently stroked the black cat's head to calm it.

However, he had to admire these people's technical prowess, no wonder Little Dark fell into a state of unrest when accepting the summoning; they extracted shadow energy from the fallen fragment number 009 and created something specifically meant to counter it.

An eternal, perfect empire.

This is how they described the creation of the observer forces.

This was clearly not the answer the seven special citizens wanted to hear, their faces lost the fervor, replaced by sinister expressions.

Ethan ignored their looks and turned to Merlin, "The VIP package you customized for the refuge is still valid, but it seems you need some extra services before that."

The situation here is worse than Ethan imagined.

The refuge was surprisingly quiet, the residents here seemed unfazed by the giant entity that suddenly appeared aboveground, apart from the seven and Merlin, there was nobody else in the room.

"It's a pity, Mr. Ethan, you've chosen self-destruct—"

These special citizens, who have lived for centuries, spoke their final words, and Ethan walked past their slowly collapsing bodies; even at the moment of extinguishing their lives, they continued to run their programmed scripts, as naturally, they had no fear of death.

When they completed the summoning ritual back then, they had already fulfilled their mission.

The following experiment is the moment described by them to validate the eternal, perfect empire with weapons they created.

Ethan walked up the stairs, quickly understanding why the refuge was so quiet.

Upon leaving the committee area's meeting room, he was met with a sight that would send Old Ba into ecstasy.

Human body parts scattered everywhere, organs and tissues had already been dismantled before his arrival, and when simulation number 53 was completed, the seven special citizens activated the destruction plan.

The severely affected area was outside the committee region, serving as a lounge for broadcasting "otherworldly broadcasts," even though broadcasts had been paused for a long time, hopeful refuge residents still gathered there, longing for the broadcasts to resume.

Unfortunately, what they received was a white beam of light piercing through the surface, descending upon them.

Being deemed as "puppets" with no remaining value, they were recalled.

Ethan didn't stop, heading toward the surface, because he knew at this very moment, the master of that eternal empire was surely watching here.

"Stay here first, don't move."

Ethan picked up the increasingly unwell black cat, placing her on a step leading to the surface.

The weak black cat hugged his ankle, looking up at him with those heterochromatic eyes, the closer to the surface, the stronger the uneasy feeling became, throughout the years with Ethan, she had never felt anything like it.

This was an unequal encounter.

They were summoned without any preparation, Ethan had just regained part of his lost memory, yet their opponent had prepared for this day for centuries, creating entities to restrain shadow energy, laying summoning rituals in unfamiliar places, awaiting their arrival.

This made her feel terrible, until now she had no idea of the enemy's true face.

"I'll go with you!"

"Rest well."

With a warm yet indisputable tone, Ethan's broad hand stroked the black cat's head, gradually calming her heart.

Suddenly she understood Lindong's words before Ethan woke up, and why she always accompanied Ethan in the form of a cat.

The black cat gently nuzzled Ethan's palm, but the feeling didn't last long.

She watched Ethan open the door to the surface, his silhouette disappearing into the dazzling light that was blinding.

Above the surface lay the remnants of the City of Truth destroyed centuries ago, the ruins of streets still vaguely retained traces of its former glory.

Ethan looked up and saw the "Angel" occupying the entire sky, its structure contained many descriptions of angels from Church scriptures, yet fused with mechanics and metal, a contradictory amalgamation of two utterly different aesthetic styles.

In front of the "Angel," the whole city seemed insignificant, its unfurled wings transformed into a cage, enveloping the city within, its eyes covered by seemingly soft yet exceptionally clean white fabric, it hovered above the city, possessing a giant, cold and sharp inverted pyramid-like body.

At this moment, the image of the City of Truth was also reflected in the sky of another city.

Holy City Ohm.

The empire and universe's center, at least the residents here believed so.

They possessed different traits, humans, beastmen, or complete mechanical creations, the only commonality being the mechanical limbs installed on them, replacing parts of their functions, most wore collars, with floating numbers indicating their identification number.