Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 903 - 185: Bazatous Sleepless Tonight (Part 3)

The mine is divided into three layers. The deeper one goes, the more noticeable the changes in the surrounding environment become.

The holy façade gradually peels away, revealing its true appearance.

On the third layer, the light has almost disappeared. The miners rely solely on their headlamps; the air is thin, stiflingly hot and humid, and the drips of water seeping from the rock walls carry a sulfurous odor. Only the occasional sound of chiseling and the distant, meaningless clanging of metal echoes in the tunnels.

All prayers originate from this layer.

Bazatous followed the source of the prayers, delving deeper, as a familiar scent filled the air.

Through a secret entrance resembling a crevice in the mine, He entered this dark, silent space and saw the exhausted miners gathered around the center of the array.

The soul sacrifice ritual was already set up. At the very center, as sacrifices, were two pale-faced women. They, too, wore mining gear, their hands and feet unbound, seemingly resolved in their decision.

"We can't go on like this any longer!"

Someone gritted their teeth in the darkness, "I heard that the Border Administration Bureau accused grandma of stealing Church Court's strategic supplies. She died shortly after returning home..."

Hearing this, the people in the mine fell into a deep sorrow.

This was blatant framing.

The only reason the old lady ever came to the mine was to bring hot food and soup to those toiling away there.

They heard her son also worked in the mine once but lost his life in an unfortunate collapse. Since then, she occasionally visited the mine to mourn her child and would still bring them hot food and soup.

How could such an old woman possibly steal the Church Court's strategic supplies?

Ironically, to seek justice, they had no choice but to rely on the power of the Evil God. Someone found a flyer deep in the mine detailing records about the Evil God Bajatos. Without the Evil God's help, they would be beaten to death by guards before even confronting the Border Administration Bureau.

Even in death, they would be branded as instigators of a rebellion.

Bazatous also noticed the old flyer. Its surface had already faded beyond recognition, clearly several years old.

The miners had been here for an indeterminate amount of time, with no communication with the outside world. They had no idea that the belief system of His followers had already changed, and there were now many ways to contact Him. First, they could make an appointment with the Nightmare Witch, head of Bazatous Legendary Film, at the imperial capital; alternatively, they could wait for Him at the classroom door after every session of "Introduction to Art Overview" at the academy.

"I also heard that grandma's grandson was arrested by the Border Administration Bureau and has already been convicted."

A miner said with a heavy heart, "We must do something, at least... at least rescue her grandson!"

They clearly saw the true face of the Church Court and the Kingdom; the so-called great salvation was nothing but a lie.

Some amassed wealth under the pretext of grandeur, while others sought to initiate wars.

The news of grandma's death was the last straw that broke them. It proved that endurance could not change anything.

Therefore, they had no choice but to seek the power of the Evil God.

"But..."

Someone hesitated. They were not orthodox Evil God's Followers, and many couldn't bear to watch their former companions die as sacrifices. "If we start the ritual, they will die."

That's what the flyer advertised.

The souls of the sacrifices would tear open the gates of time and space, allowing the Celestial Father to momentarily descend among them.

"We have no choice."

Someone said.

Though painful, they had to make this difficult decision.

"There is another way."

Bazatous stepped forward to remind everyone, yet His words seemed to ignite a powder keg, met with a storm of verbal attacks:

"What do you know?"

"Do you think we want this?"

"They, too, made great resolutions to get to this point!"

"We risked our lives to gather these spell-casting materials!"

"We've come this far, and there's no turning back!"

"Success or death!"

...

"Then let's stop the sacrificial ritual."

Bazatous could palpably feel the miners' inner struggles, yet to Him, the two trifling souls meant nothing.

For a moment, all the miners' gazes fell squarely on Him.

"Who brought her here?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Throw her out!"

"You're not welcome here!"

...

This was Bazatous's first time being shoved by humans.

When He was pushed out of the crevice by the angry miners, His seven eyes were filled with innocence and grievance.

In this ceremony to summon the Evil God Bajatos, He was expelled for giving some advice.

Voices of the miners still occasionally echoed from the depths of the crevice.

—You don't understand the Celestial Father at all!

Alas!

These humans...

So difficult to deal with.