Chapter 2427

The fragments of the stone pillars were scattered everywhere. The Saintess stood in front of the broken stone pillar, not joyful because of the Archbishop's death, still standing there quietly.

Through the Saintess's treatment and the recovery potions he had drunk, Su Xiao's injuries had stabilized somewhat. This was still not enough. The Blacksmith's combat power was very strong, at least in the same tier as the Immortal, and perhaps even stronger than Qisi.

For the three-day deadline of the assessment mission, Su Xiao planned to spend one day healing. After his injuries were roughly recovered, he would open the church door.

Baha and Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang were searching inside the church to see if the Archbishop had left any valuable items.

Half an hour later, Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang and Baha walked out of the corridor. Baha found half a holy spear, and Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang found a tattered book.

The holy spear that only had half left should be the Saintess's one. The front half was nowhere to be found. The Saintess held the remaining back half in her arms for a while before handing it to Su Xiao with both hands.

"Lord Bai Ye, you need it more than I do. Please let it continue to fight."

Su Xiao took the half holy spear and looked at the Saintess. The Saintess rarely spoke on her own initiative, but she understood everything in her heart.

Putting away the holy spear, Su Xiao sized up the old book in his hand. After flipping it open, he discovered that this was actually a notebook, a diary pieced together. The paper on the first few pages was very rough, and toward the back, the paper became increasingly refined. It recorded the Archbishop's story and the changes in Doom Town. The content was:

Frost Moon · Late Autumn Season: 'I am indeed a genius. High temperature will cause water to evaporate, a very common phenomenon, but I want to call this gas "Hot White Flow." Uh, a bit strange, or should I call it "Hot Steam"? It seems like cooking food. Why not call it steam? Yes, steam. I am indeed a genius, haha.'

Silver Winter · Early Winter Season: 'Almost died. Just a little bit more, and I would have said goodbye to this beautiful world. Steam is very dangerous after "pressure accumulation." I blew my grandmother's soup pot onto the neighbor's roof. On it... it seems there was also grandmother's sock. What on earth have I done.'

Silver Winter · Mid-Winter Season: 'This is the price. I haven't eaten the potato soup grandmother made for a month and a half. The soup pot was blown away by me. I can feel the resentful gazes of my younger siblings. It will get better. With me here, everything will get better.'

Silver Winter · Late Winter Season: 'Steam heating is not feasible. It was indeed very warm at first, but after the steam dissipated, it was colder than before. Grandmother is freezing and running a runny nose. May the gods bless her, I hope the old lady doesn't get sick.'

Spring Birth · Revival Season: 'Grandmother is gone. The plague took everything. The shelter was isolated, and I am the only one left again. I might die too. I can only record all this with linen and charcoal.'

Revenge Season: 'The plague was not an accident. The town was attacked. I must join the Redeemer Church. I must make those people pay the price. Use the steam explosion I invented to make those people pay the price.'

Revenge Season: 'Absurd. How could gods appear in the town? Every time I study steam science, I can't help but question what gods are. He, they seem to be some very ugly but powerful creatures. Why can't I become a god? Forget it, this idea is as absurd as resurrecting grandmother.'

Scorching Summer · Insect Chirping Season: 'Too terrifying. Those people are too terrifying. I, I dare not go for revenge.'

Slaughter Season: 'The powerful will eventually be powerful, and the weak will only be bullied. I am Jobya · Sayukeao. Today, my beloved left me forever. The redemption of the gods? Ridiculous to the extreme.'

Scorching Summer · Insect Chirping Season: 'Successfully joined the Redeemer Church. What ugly guys. It turns out that gods also have a distinction between good and evil. The kind goddess is dead. These idiots actually believe in an evil god, an evil god named Old God.'

Scorching Summer · Insect Chirping Season: 'The Old God is supreme!'

Scorching Summer · Insect Chirping Season: 'I should perhaps be a theater actor. That Old God actually let me become the Archbishop. It won't live long. This is an opportunity. Replace it? Forget it, that's too crazy.'

Destruction Season: 'The town has a new name, Doom Town. Even the lord has to kneel outside the town, hoping I will see him once. The evil god is dead, and nothing can stop the spread of its power. Recently, I have been able to feel that Doom Town is being stripped away.'

Destruction Season: 'The lord sent his daughter. Her eyes are really like yours, Soya, but she is not you. Just because of these eyes, let her be the Saintess. A pure and inviolable Saintess.'

Destruction Season: 'What an inexplicable rumor. I am actually called the Redeemer. Arus · Lake, Qisierman, the Saintess, and a blacksmith, these people have good potential. A pair of sisters is also barely okay. Just these people.'

Destruction Season: 'I let the town residents see hope. It was just a small mistake, and they actually blamed me. What a ridiculous group of... ants. Strange, why do I have this idea? How could I compare people to ants? Does the Old God's power erode consciousness? I seem to have forgotten something. That thing seems to be called... steam? That's probably the name. There is also a name, grandfather? No, it should be a female name. Forget it, unimportant memories.'

Destruction Season: 'I am both a god, but not perfect enough. That boy named Okaz is very interesting. The plan will start with him. The outside world will be controlled by you, Okaz. I allow you to call yourself Emperor Okaz. Be proud, ant, you have obtained the recognition of a god.'

Destruction Season: 'The Saintess is crying and shouting, unwilling to accept baptism. Her tear-filled eyes look very familiar. Forget it, just a tool. Tools cannot have power. But why are these eyes so familiar? As a god, I actually feel my heart stinging.'

God Season: 'Just wait. Mortal curiosity about the unknown is something very easy to utilize. Give them secret patterns first. Those useless steam sketches, give them to them hundreds of years later. But whose sketch is this? In my impression, it seems to be a boy. He once lived in a shelter and had a grandmother who loved him. Strange, I actually remember the matter of an ant so clearly. But I, Old God · Jobya · Sayukeao, recognize you, nameless boy, you are a genius.'

The diary ends here. It recorded how a boy grew up, love, hatred, power, and finally, became half an Old God. At that time, the Archbishop forgot his former beloved and also forgot that the boy who invented steam science was actually himself.

If the Old God had not descended on the town, Su Xiao was certain that the steam technology level of this world would be quite developed, even using extraordinary steam to replace energy such as electricity and oil, creating an extremely brilliant civilization. The Archbishop was definitely the leader of the era.

Burning the notebook, Su Xiao leaned against the wall to take a nap. He had to rest for a few hours before letting the Blacksmith in.

Unknowingly, Su Xiao fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that the church had been cleaned up. The stones all over the floor had been pieced back into stone pillars, and the corpses of the Archbishop, Qisi, and the Orphan of Resentment had also been buried in the baptismal pool directly below the altar. It wouldn't take long before they completely merged into the pool water.

Moving his left arm, the injury on his shoulder no longer hurt. At this time, even if he couldn't fight with full strength, a strategic retreat was no problem.

At Su Xiao's signal, Amu removed the ice layer on the church door, and after opening the latch, opened the church door.

Rumble~

The two giant metal doors slowly opened. The Blacksmith was standing outside the door, and behind him was a mountain of corpses, all monsters attracted by the fluctuations of the Old God's power.

Drip, drip.

Black-red blood dripped down the Blacksmith's hand. He glanced at Amu and walked toward the inside of the church. Those eyes were no longer turbid.