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Chapter 150: Chapter 40 The World on the Brink of Collapse_2

"..."

Xi Mu’s expression changed as he looked at the God of War, with whom he was arm in arm, and asked as if in jest,

"What if I accidentally kill you?"

"Kid, I will win," the God of War withdrew his hand, ignoring the horrified stares from the people on the street, and vanished into thin air.

Standing in the same spot, Xi Mu seemed somewhat excited as he smiled at Eden beside him, "Becoming a Demon sounds... interesting."

As he spoke, it seemed as if he wanted to clear his name.

"This isn’t about becoming the companion of the Goddess of Life, I just think that becoming a Demon could lead to the pursuit of Magic to its limits."

"..." Eden looked at Xi Mu expressionlessly. This man was clearly beguiled by the words of the God of War. The notion of being a companion to the Goddess of Life was merely an excuse used by the God of War to entice Ahtal into becoming a Demon, yet this excuse seemed very effective.

Men, in some ways, are really quite gullible.

"Ahem, I want to go and confess to the Goddess of Life," Xi Mu coughed lightly, turning to Eden to ask, "Would you like to accompany me?"

"Mhm," Eden nodded lightly. She now wished for Xi Mu to confess fervently, so long as the Goddess of Life heard it, then the God of War would soon feel the wrath of a Goddess.

...

...

As night fell.

Bishop Karen sipped his coffee, standing by the window looking out at the brightly lit city. He had grown up in the Black Rose Kingdom since he was a child. In the past, this country had been very poor, and people weren’t interested in creating wealth, maintaining a state of being content just to be alive.

After all, coming into this world was for... suffering, and after they descended into Hell, they would be able to enjoy happiness.

Thus, the believers of the Black Rose Kingdom had always been in a state of languishing idly in constant anticipation of death, lacking the motivation to improve their lives.

However, he didn’t believe this was the right thing to do.

If a person doesn’t even have the ability to attain happiness on their own, then even if they were in Hell after death, they wouldn’t be able to find happiness.

Rivers of milk need to be reached for, the fruit on the trees need to be plucked by one’s own hands; no one has ever described them as coming to one’s mouth on their own.

And if the living people couldn’t even make that level of effort, then they would not find happiness in Hell either.

Therefore, he had always been trying to inspire the believers to create their own happiness in this world. If they could become happy in this world,

they would surely find true happiness in Hell.

"God, please bless the Black Rose Kingdom," Bishop Karen sighed with worry before noticing a silhouette reflected in the window glass behind him.

The moment he intended to start praying, the Great Sword of Death, entwined with a dense aura of death, pierced through his chest.

How could someone bypass the barrier protection of the church?

This was a powerful barrier that could not be breached even by a hundred dragons attacking together; how could someone easily penetrate it?

Soon he understood why the barrier had been broken. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Behind the man wielding the Great Sword, there was a woman with blue wavy hair and a white witch’s hat perched on her head, with her hands crossed over her chest.

The Witch of Death.

"The most troublesome one is dealt with," a familiar yet indifferent male voice spoke out as the figure in black drew out the great sword and calmly took two steps back.

He said to the witch beside him:

"Are you satisfied with this offering?"

"Ahtal... you are... Ahtal!" Bishop Karen immediately recognized the voice, disbelief evident on his face.

In response, Xi Mu calmly removed his hood, looking coldly at Bishop Karen and shaking his head regretfully, "Not bad for a bishop, having very strong Death Resistance."

Whether they believe in the Goddess of Death or the Witch of Death, one could obtain a relatively basic ability, which is the blessing to resist death. Even with a pierced heart, one would not die immediately and could still retain some combat abilities.

If one could find a follower of the Goddess of Life during this time period, then it would be entirely possible to heal a fatal wound.

"Why... is it you!" Bishop Karen’s eyes widened as he staggered forward, the blood from his wound staining the marble floor red.

"From the very beginning, you’ve deceived me. You are not a hero; you’re nothing but a cultist, a charlatan who deceives the world with a stolen name!"

His bloodshot eyes glared at Xi Mu in front of him, wanting to use prayer to kill the man, but he found it miraculous that he could still move his lower body at all.

The moment the Great Sword of Death had pierced his chest, the Magic Power within his body had been continuously erased by the power of death, and any slight concentration of it was erased.

And his Death Resistance was also about to fail.

"..."

Without a word, Xi Mu mercilessly thrust his sword again, the Great Sword of Death, wrapped in the Flame of Death, piercing through Bishop Karen’s abdomen, ending the life of this NPC completely.

"Is it wrong to believe in a witch?" His expression remained cold as he asked the body of Bishop Karen on the ground.

From the perspective of mortals, there’s no difference between gods and witches; both are beings that surpass human capabilities, both wield power beyond reach.

It’s just that the gods have the upper hand in power.

"Is he the most troublesome human you had in mind?" the Witch of Death observed the body being consumed by the Flame of Death on the ground.

Not long ago, Ahtal had used a squirrel as an offering to summon her, then had her lead the way into the church to assassinate the bishop.

From her perspective, this Bishop Karen was just an insignificant human and she had no reason to want him dead.