CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 150: AS AN EVIL GOD’S FOLLOWER_2

Ethan felt that this was Old Ba’s revenge against him after being dazzled; He had meticulously designed a challenge and told him how to clear it from the start.

——As long as they followed His will and played the role of an Evil God’s Follower well, they could pass smoothly.

The only price was obedience.

Obey the rules set by the Father, and everything would become simple.

"Are we... really going to spread the plague in the city?"

Ave hesitated a little, even though she knew everything before her was an illusion. In the real world, these people had long died miserably from the plague; Chief Priest Mary and the Goddess of Life couldn’t save them.

However, these illusions were too realistic. She could hear people’s conversations, sense them living vividly before her, just a group of ordinary people trying to survive in this chaotic world, ultimately forgotten even by name.

Ave felt a bit of resistance in her heart, but it was quickly suppressed by the Holy Word Art.

These people were already dead.

Your mercy is meaningless.

By any means necessary, leaving here is the primary task.

"This is an ordinary method of clearing the level."

Ethan suddenly said, from his understanding of Old Ba, those seemingly simple methods often required "actors" to pay a painful price, "Compromising with Him, obeying the rules He set, might be the first step to corruption."

He felt that this might also be a part of that unknown witch’s plan.

Looks like a mastermind of the same type as him.

Lindong asked curiously, "What do you plan to do?"

For her, taking the "simple approach" bore no psychological burden, but she was more curious about what quirky ideas Ethan would come up with in this situation. From past encounters, he always managed to thwart Old Ba’s designs.

"The survival or destruction of this city might be the anchor point of the contaminated area; I want to do the opposite."

"But isn’t your Sacred Beetle ineffective?"

Ave blurted out. As soon as they entered the contaminated zone, Ethan had tried to cure the Scarlet Plague, but by violating the rules set by Bazatous, those who were cured got reset.

"But there is one person who can."

Lindong chimed in, "Chief Priest Mary, but I see her talent as mediocre, can she learn your skills?"

In her view, although Mary was a High-tier Priest of the clergy, her talent could only be considered decent within the human realm, whereas Ethan seemed like a creature from an entirely different dimension. Though he often said "I am not a god," and "Stop your fervent acts of faith," his actions were indistinguishable from those of the gods recorded in the Holy Scripture.

Humans couldn’t possibly find a cure for the Scarlet Plague by just reading one book.

Bear in mind, this was a plague that had decimated a civilization, its struggle with the Scarlet Dynasty lasted nearly a century, meaning all who tried to cure this plague failed, including Mary. Although she dedicated everything to the God of Life, her god did not protect her.

Ethan’s idea instantly raised the difficulty of this "game" to an almost impossible level. Lindong couldn’t help but remind him, "You can’t directly teach her because, in the trajectory of real history, she didn’t encounter a descending teacher radiating golden light here; you can only influence her as an Evil God’s Follower."

Huh?

Lindong suddenly paused.

Why did she suddenly become so excited, clenching her fists involuntarily?

Moreover, the previous words were spoken almost without thinking. In fact, her understanding of the rules of the contaminated area wasn’t much greater than Ethan’s.

This abnormal behavior made her frown; she immediately spread out her magic power but found nothing unusual.

This inexplicable excitement made her somewhat uneasy.

"Teacher, you’re right. I will teach Mary how to cure the Scarlet Plague as an Evil God’s Follower."

This person is crazy.

If anyone else had said those words, Ave would have thought that person had something wrong in their head, but Ethan... his thinking was always unconventional.

"Before that, I need to disguise myself."

When it came to dressing as a bad person, Ethan had no experience at all. His attire now looked like that of an ordinary small-town resident, lacking the aura of an Evil God’s Follower. Luckily, his teacher might be the most experienced person in the world when it came to playing bad characters, "Teacher, I need your help."

...

For Mary, it was a long day.

The clergy sent a messenger, but they were of no help in treating the Scarlet Plague. The person seemed indifferent to the sufferers, only eager to pursue a witch she had never heard of.

Mary’s eyelids twitched continually; her body was exhausted to the point that even protection was unsustainable. Since arriving in this city, she hadn’t slept for several days.

In front of her lay the corpse of a refugee, dead from the plague, with blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth, ear holes, eyes, and nostrils.

Mary steadied herself and used a blade to cut open the chest cavity of the corpse, the viscera dissolving into viscous blood.

She no longer remembered how many bodies she had dissected over these days. Countless mysteries shrouded her, isolated and helpless, she could only repeat mechanical actions, hoping to find a clue to cure the plague from a body.