Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 689 - 477: Rhythm (Part One)_2

Chapter 689: Chapter 477: Rhythm (Part One)_2

Speaking of this, Anna felt sorrow for Malin’s enemies, and sighed even more deeply for the foolish Linz. Following the awakening and return of the Deities to the human world, it was certain that the upcoming Tide of the Dead would be the most catastrophic calamity of all.

Yet in the face of such a terrifying disaster, these bastards were thinking of attacking Malin—what on earth were they thinking? Was it merely because Malin’s presence could potentially end the nobility and monarchy?

Indeed, Anna had heard of such prophecies. Over at the Astrology Tower, there was ongoing debate about whether Malin was a guardian of civilization or a harbinger of destruction. Both parties had witnessed each other’s divinations, but neither side accepted the other’s results, and each staunchly believed in the outcomes foreseen by their own faction.

Had it not been for the return of the Master of Astrology, this might have nearly caused a split within the Astrology Tower itself.

Even so, the Master of Astrology had not performed a divination on Malin—because, just like his followers, Malin’s fate was too chaotic, and no one could see through it all. Their results were nothing but forcibly contrived interpretations.

It was also because of such divinations that the Bishops of the Church of Justice had declared multiple times in public that any questioning or attack on Malin’s allegiance was an attack on the Church of Justice itself.

Anna knew their intentions all too well—apart from the favor of the Lord of Justice, Malin was also cherished by the tyrannical Transcendent, as well as by an exotic goddess who now stood in for the Goddess of Harvest in carrying out divine duties. This goddess too showered Malin with affection.

Unknown to most, a secretive Vengeance Sect was rising in various places, under the auspices of a Rightful God, who was clearly related to that exotic goddess. The sect’s creed was revenge.

Aligning closely with some of Malin’s actions, it could almost be confirmed that this Rightful God was also watching over Malin.

The favorite of four gods, in Anna’s view, the likes of the Master of Wisdom and the Noble God barely had a place in front of these four deities.

And because Malin was ostensibly favored by three gods, the Bishops of those two churches dared only to fuss over Linz’s identity as a devotee. They had been continuously rejecting Malin’s right to execute Linz as a follower of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest because she was not under his jurisdiction.

Anna’s daughter, with the fact that she was the daughter of Mowish, helped Malin shoulder the questions and attacks, and her involvement made many nobles believe that this was an internal affair of the Mowish family.

To Malin, Linz’s life or death was actually not important in his heart. He was anxious for his enemies to reveal themselves, for the child was already prepared for all-out war. The Church or the Transcendents didn’t mean much in his eyes.

And old-time rulers like the Master of Wisdom and the Noble God... in Malin’s eyes, were only slightly more powerful legendary beings.

Anyway, the days ahead would likely be very interesting. Anna was quite eager to see those two churches be put to shame.

As for the nobles... What did the rolling heads of these fools have to do with Anna?

Not becoming friends, did these fools think becoming enemies would be a better affair?

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Malin completely disregarded the warnings from the two churches. What nonsense about the Master of Wisdom—did he really think he was a god? According to Jason, this being was just lucky, having received blessings in the Great Destruction Era, which transformed him from a human into a god; it had only been eight millennia so far.

Even then, he had been severely beaten during the Mimicking Bird invasion. If it hadn’t been for the Lord of Justice lending a hand, this so-called deity would probably be serving as a great demon beneath the Mimicking Bird by now.

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So weak, how dare he ally himself with that damned Noble God—the Noble God disappeared without a trace during the invasion, no one knew where he hid, and I heard he has only recently reemerged, wanting to stir up trouble the moment he returns, probably because he noticed Malin’s tactics.

As a vestige of the old era, everything Malin has done must seem extremely dangerous in the eyes of this supposed blond, blue-eyed deity.

In response, Malin could only say being born human, I’m very sorry—but anyway, he had to recover his reputation today, and these two churches were not significant ones, and given the current situation, Malin couldn’t possibly give them the chance to grow.

After all, the Mage Tower had made it clear that it would not assist the Master of Wisdom—the mages of the Mage Tower would certainly not be unaware of how ridiculous the so-called greatness of the deities was, the holy war of that year was precisely the tear between mages, wizards, and the Church.

As for the nobility, Malin thought that with his tactics, the nobles must be having quite a headache—whether to fill their coffers alongside Malin and then turn into their own class enemy or oppose Malin and then someday have their heads, as heads of households, chopped off by Malin, what a difficult multiple-choice question.

"I may indeed have the potential to become a tyrant," as he watched the Master of Wisdom’s negotiators standing outside the gate, Malin stood by the window, watching them protest loudly outside the guards’ cordon, and then said to Clovis with a smile.

"Malin, you’re never going to become a tyrant," Clovis glared at Malin, her gaze brimming with distrust: "You’re willing to establish so many orphanages, to save so many homeless children; someone like you could never become a tyrant."

"Yes, but what about those opinions, have you thought about how those churches and noble propaganda channels would judge me?" Malin asked the bunny girl in front of him.

"They’re sure not to speak well of you, but we could also establish our own channels of opinion, we could also broadcast every word and deed of yours to the world," Clovis said.

"What if they don’t let our channels of opinion be heard?" Malin gently led her on.

"Then it will be a test of whose neck is sturdier against the edge of our blades," Clovis said to Malin, her tone leaving no room for doubt: "I know how you feel, Malin, if Matilda were here, I definitely wouldn’t say this, but she isn’t, so I have to say, if they refuse us, then we’ll surgically remove those nobles who wish to be our enemies, bury the editors-in-chief and responsible editors of those newspapers smearing us into the mass graves of history, promote loyal new blood to those positions, protect them, strike those who hurt them, and when necessary, let the blood of the perpetrator’s family run dry to frighten all those with malicious intent; we want to save this world, but love and justice alone won’t save it, we must learn how to protect ourselves."

Malin stretched out his hand and rubbed the bunny girl’s head: "I didn’t know I could change you so profoundly... I’m sorry."

Malin was sincere; when he first encountered Clovis, this girl was a very innocent young lady, and now... he really felt a bit disoriented.

"You don’t need to apologize to me, Malin, I truly want to help you alongside my sisters, and compared to the powers Jessica and Maya have shown, my power is my brain, I’m willing to dirty my hands for you," Clovis said, then sharply changed the subject: "You’ve said it’s a contest of will, it’s a matter of life and death between us and them, with no room for compromise, and the outcome of our battle signifies survival or doom."

"Indeed, so as of today, the content of all Rongma’s newspapers will be compiled and handed to you every day, I’ll give you the authority to manage the blue uniforms, and my bodyguards will also be under your command," Malin said, affectionately rubbing Clovis’s head once more.

"Leave it to me," Clovis declared proudly: "I’m no longer that naive bunny girl."

"Good, then I’ll leave this matter in the hands of my bunny girl," Malin said, smiling: "Now, let’s go downstairs and meet those relentless fellows."

I always thought after losing Manli, I was out of enemies.

It seems I was quite naive.

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