After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 158 - 44 Infinite Swords...cough, Weapon Making

Chapter 158: Chapter 44 Infinite Swords...cough, Weapon Making

The Goddess of Death, still no response.

The puppet girl saw the battle conclude, yet the Goddess of Death still showed no signs of descending, and she began to feel... resigned and relieved.

But since the Goddess of Death didn’t appear, it meant the mission had to continue.

"Hehehe, what a splendid performance." She lifted her hand to cover her lips, mocking the statue of the Goddess of Death in the center of the square.

"The Goddess of Death really is a coward, showing no reaction even after so many believers have been killed... what a weakling, a complete weakling~"

"Shut up!" Sharon seemed nearly unable to bear it, placing the scythe against the puppet girl’s neck.

In response, the puppet girl’s expression instantly turned indifferent, looking at the nun in black latex beside her with a playful smile:

"Even I would get angry, you know." She curbed her indifferent expression, glancing at the overlapping Puppet Kingdom in the sky, her gaze landing precisely on Ahtal.

"If you don’t want me to harm someone you care about, then obediently put away the scythe."

"..." Sharon unconsciously followed the puppet girl’s gaze and happened to see Ahtal.

She fell silent for a moment, then withdrew her scythe.

"Oh dear, it seems you really do care about that human, don’t you?" The puppet girl’s hands covered her mouth in mock surprise, her voice taking on a malicious tone.

"Now I think I know how to torment you."

"... Hmph, he’s just my superior, that’s all." Sharon fell into a slight silence, then disdainfully snorted, "We haven’t even been acquainted for a full day, do you think I would care?"

The puppet girl giggled: "Who knows."

She didn’t care whether Sharon truly cared about Ahtal or not; the key was to reasonably increase the difficulty for Ahtal.

After all, Ahtal was her superior.

Everything that was happening now had been arranged by Ahtal, and she was just a subordinate executing the plan.

And beneath the Clock Tower.

The prayers dwindled.

The mental defenses of the believers of death had begun to waver, as they were mocked by the Cultists with no response from the Goddess of Death.

It was unquestionably a huge blow.

After all, they were aware of the threat posed by the Witch of Death and knew that once the gates of Hell were opened, the Witch of Death would break free from her seals.

So for the greater good, the sacrifice of a few believers seemed like a seemingly justifiable choice.

But if they were the few believers to be sacrificed.

Their thoughts were completely different.

Despair.

Breakdown.

Weeping.

Like a contagious disease, it spread among the believers of death, with some beginning to regret not entering the duel, allowing their souls to go to Hell.

"Wuu wuu wuu... I don’t want my soul to be taken by the Witch." A young nun couldn’t help but cry, tears streaming down like pearls off a broken string.

She wasn’t afraid of death; the existence of Hell was a reality in this world; dying was simply moving to another world.

But having one’s soul taken by the Witch meant there would be no way to reach Hell.

And it was rumored that the Witch took great delight in tormenting souls, stuffing people’s souls into candles that would never extinguish, eternally burning them with flames.

"Are we... unworthy of salvation?" Some of the more determined believers of death began to doubt themselves, trying to find the reason within.

Meanwhile.

In the Puppet Kingdom.

Within the arena.

"..." Xi Mu came to the spectator seats and sat down, skillfully taking out bottles of Magic Potion to drink, aiming to recover his Magic Power swiftly.

What he was going to face was not a one-on-one heroic duel, but one against ten, as he didn’t want to waste too much experience.

Therefore, he had planned a script in advance for the upcoming hero duels. The puppet girl would act like a venomous villain, constantly scheming against him, deliberately adjusting the number of his heroic duels to make him appear to be in a perilous situation.

Afterwards, he would simply need to follow the script and cut his way through.

And at that moment.

"What leisure." A chuckle came through, as Xi Mu turned his head to the source of the voice. He saw Michael approaching and sitting next to him quite naturally.

Xi Mu discarded the empty Magic Potion bottle and locked eyes with Michael, asking, "Now that we have a rare moment of rest, aren’t you going to take the chance to recover Magic Power?"

"Don’t worry, I haven’t lost much Magic Power." Michael laughed heartily, candidly stating his condition.

Once someone’s power reaches a certain level, numbers lose much of their significance. Whether it’s killing ten thousand or one thousand.

To him, it would not result in a significant loss of Magic Power.

"You’re exceptionally strong." Xi Mu sighed, then took out another bottle of Magic Potion and drank it. Currently, he stood no chance against Michael.

Even if all the heroes of Black Rose combined forces, they still wouldn’t stand a chance against Michael, as his strength was not just the pinnacle of humanity.

Although he hadn’t become a Demon, he was still above level one hundred.

Of course, Xi Mu wasn’t worried about becoming enemies with Michael right now, since Michael had a zealous admirer, the so-called God of Blood.

In order to protect Michael’s safety, the God of Blood would take Michael and flee from the Black Rose Kingdom, escaping the threat of the Witch of Death.

So he needn’t worry about confronting Michael.

Besides, even if the God of Blood could suppress his sycophantic nature, Xi Mu had ways to reasonably eliminate Michael, avoiding a direct confrontation with him.

After all, he was the one who set the rules for the hero duels.

"Compared to the Witch, my strength is insignificant." Michael shook his head, looking at Ahtal beside him who kept chugging Magic Potions, and laughed lightly.

"And you will be stronger than me one day."

"..."

Xi Mu fell silent for a moment, as if deliberately changing the subject, he asked, "Did you need something from me?"