After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 155 - 42: If you lose, all of you will die_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 42: If you lose, all of you will die_2

This guy doesn’t play by the rules.

So he didn’t want to take action against Ahtal right now, otherwise, Ahtal would report to the Goddess of Life immediately.

"May I take it that you are willing to intervene now?" Ahtal nodded, ignoring the regret in the God of War’s words.

The God of War understood his characterization very well. The game officials referenced ancient wars, where comrades often developed friendships that went beyond the ordinary and because they were closely related, they were often able to form a higher combat effectiveness.

Therefore, the game officials added a preference for males to the character of the God of War, and he was particularly interested in heroes who exhibited their own brilliance.

"Hahaha... boy, you do not fully understand the power that transcends human limits." The God of War picked up a bottle of alcohol from the table, tore off the bottle’s neck with his bare hands, and then downed all the strong liquor in one gulp.

"Even if I were able to defeat the Witch of Death, she would only need the desire to instantaneously kill everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom."

He placed the bottle on the table.

"The Witch of Death is no ordinary witch; her survival under the siege of all Gods already speaks volumes about how problematic the Witch of Death is."

"Doesn’t that mean we are all doomed?" Xi Mu furrowed his brow, while the God of War smiled at this remark, took a deep breath of smoke, and then exhaled a cloud that filled the whole room, engulfing it in a choking smoky odor.

"If the Witch of Death wanted to kill, she could have killed all of you long ago. If you’re still alive, she obviously has her reasons."

Xi Mu appeared to understand.

"Unless I’m mistaken, the Witch of Death wants to lure the Goddess of Death into appearing." The God of War chuckled, "With the Witch of Death’s power, just by observing the Goddess of Death for an instant, she could accurately locate the position of Hell."

He embraced a burly man beside him, touching the man’s cheek.

"By observing both Hell and this world at the same time, with the abilities of the Witch of Death, she could identify the rift between life and death, thereby breaking free from the seal."

"Does that mean the Goddess of Death cannot descend?" Sharon suddenly spoke, her frosty gaze fixed on the God of War.

To this, the God of War wasn’t bothered by Sharon’s offense and unexpectedly explained very patiently, "The Witch of Death is very troublesome. If she breaks the seal, this world will fall into even more terrifying disasters."

He succinctly expressed the stance of all Gods.

"To ensure that no more terrifying disasters arise, we must prevent the meeting of the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death."

"Understood." Xi Mu’s expression cooled, he then held the soft hand of Sharon beside him, and the two disappeared from the spot.

The God of War, watching this, smiled and broke open another bottle of alcohol, looking into the bottle, "That disappointed yet stubborn expression is quite interesting."

In fact, he had never said that All Gods were out of options, his previous words were intentionally aimed to induce disappointment in Ahtal.

And sure enough, seeing that Ahtal was disappointed yet not in despair, truly worthy of a Hero watched over by the Goddess of Life, he didn’t give up struggling even in such circumstances.

Truly very charming.

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Heresy Tribunal.

Sharon pursed her lips, looking at Ahtal silently working, wanting to start speaking but unable to utter any words.

The blow was too heavy.

After a long time.

Xi Mu put down his pen, leaned back in his chair and said, "It seems that even Gods weigh the pros and cons when facing a witch."

Sharon didn’t answer.

"Then there’s only one choice." Xi Mu smiled, looking towards Sharon beside him, as if jesting, "Since the Gods won’t save us, I will."

Sharon was taken aback, looking at the cheerful Ahtal in front of her, feeling her heart being grasped, an indescribable feeling.

Yet she instinctively voiced what was on her mind at that moment.

"Lord Ahtal, I will assist you with all my strength, and if I must die, I will surely die before you."

"No need for such exaggeration." Waving his hand, Xi Mu lowered his head to continue with his work, and casually instructed Sharon, "Go investigate some information outside, and by the way, notify everyone at the Heresy Tribunal to prepare for no divine help."

"Yes." Sharon responded respectfully, her voice no longer cold and distant, no longer deliberately maintaining distance from Ahtal.

If others are Hell, then perhaps Ahtal is Heaven.

Vanishing from the spot, Sharon executed Ahtal’s orders, accurately informing all members of the Heresy Tribunal about the God of War’s statements.

And then the news spread to the outside world through the Heresy Tribunal, and everyone became aware of the current situation.

The gods had abandoned them.

"Lies, this is the Cultists’ attempt to shake our resolve!" a fervent believer cursed in the streets, unwilling to believe that they had been abandoned by the Goddess of Death.

"The Goddess of Death will surely save us!"

"Yes, the Goddess of Death will surely save us!" someone immediately responded loudly, raising their hands, "Under the brilliance of the Goddess of Death, the Witch of Death is negligible!"

"Goddess of Death, please let the souls of your devout followers descend to your side," a nun of Church of Death prayed with her hands clasped.

She did not fear death, but she feared that her soul would be taken by the Witch of Death and that she would not be able to serve the Goddess of Death after her death.

Many people shared similar thoughts, and everyone spoke with certainty that the Goddess of Death would surely descend and save everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom.

Thus.

"Will the Goddess of Death really... descend?" the doll-like girl sat on the edge of the Clock Tower, looking down at the fervent devotees of death.

She turned her head to look at the Sharon who had appeared beside her.

"With the power of the Goddess of Death, combined with the fervent faith of the devotees, as long as she descends upon the Black Rose Kingdom, she can ensure that no one’s soul will be taken by the Witch of Death, Lord."

"However, the cost is unsealing the Witch of Death, Lord."

Sharon did not speak, just sliced off the doll-like girl’s head with a sickle and stomped on it with her high-heeled long leg.

"Hee hee hee... you’re in a hurry," the doll-like girl’s head let out a delighted laugh, "You are just a bunch of pathetic creatures who have been forsaken, no one can save you."

Sharon looked coldly, crushed the head of the doll-like girl underfoot, but still heard her last taunt.

"Tomorrow you will be even more desperate~"

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The following day,

all devotees in the Black Rose Kingdom started to mobilize, gathering under the organization of the clergy, initiating an unprecedented scale of prayer.

In the middle of the square,

the statue of the Goddess of Death was erected, with worshippers praying around the statue, their collective prayers seemingly reaching Hell.

From a high vantage, it was evident that dense crowds of devotees of death occupied every street, praying towards the statue of the Goddess of Death in the direction of the square.

The devotees did not pray for safety and peace.

The devotees only prayed for a proper death.

The devotees only yearned to return their souls to Hell.

Yet, this nearly humble plea was never responded to by the Goddess of Death, from sunrise to sunset, there was no response from the Goddess of Death.

Had the Goddess of Death truly forsaken them?

The more they prayed,

The more they despaired.

"Hahaha... Just as expected," the doll-like girl laughed loudly from the Clock Tower, "You have all been abandoned by the Goddess of Death."

Her laughter was loud, almost magically amplified, nearly audible to everyone in the city.

The only response was a sickle.

But this time, it was different; the doll-like girl, as if anticipating, pinched the swinging sickle between two fingers.

She turned her head, looking at Sister Sharon who had appeared.

"How about we play a game, a wager on the souls of you all, win, and you may live."

At this point, her smile turned malicious.

"Lose, and you all must die."