After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 193 - 61: Tree of Omniscience_2

"If I were Sir Ahtal, I would wisely give up, rather than taint my hands with the lives of tens of thousands and embark on a point of no return,"

"Otherwise, it’s a matter of making a choice here and now."

The cold wind brushed past, and the girl’s casual, indifferent voice was colder than the snow, abandoning her own title of hero for someone she barely knew, staining herself with the blood of countless people, losing the favor of the gods.

Was it worth it?

There was no need for an answer, as everyone present had already come to a conclusion.

Xi Mu silently took a sip from his flask, while nearby Eden quietly lowered her eyelids, concealing her emotions.

The warmth emitted from the fire seemed no longer able to dispel the cold.

"It’s enough, Sir Ahtal," Mist smiled and consoled Ahtal, "You have already done enough for me."

"There are plenty of ways," Xi Mu waved his hand and interrupted Mist’s words. He then tactfully changed the subject, starting a conversation about trivial matters.

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The moon rose over the brow.

The fire died down.

Xi Mu silently stood up and looked at the three sleeping people. Liliana was sleeping close to Mist, while Eden was kneeling with her knees, lightly leaning against a nearby rock dozing off.

He casually flicked his finger, and the sparks ignited the fire again.

Perhaps stimulated by this action, Eden gently opened her eyes and looked at Xi Mu intending to leave.

She smoothed her dress and stood up, leaving with Xi Mu.

One after the other, the two reached a small hilltop. The biting cold wind swept across their cheeks, dispelling the last traces of sleepiness.

"Have you decided?" Eden asked, while Xi Mu looked up at the stars in the sky and naturally said:

"Whether or not I am a hero doesn’t matter; I just want to do what I think is right. Is the majority always right, can it oppress an innocent good person, can it commit crime with a clear conscience?"

He lifted his hand and pointed at the City of Cardilon.

"Everyone there is laughing, at the cost of one girl who couldn’t save her brother, at the cost of a good person who wanted to save everyone, they laugh without burden."

"This country really is... disgusting."

Eden fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Ahtal, are you now influenced by the flame of Sulter?"

"Your Highness, the All-Known Saintess, what do you think I should do?" Xi Mu retorted, staring at the pretty face of the All-Known Saintess, "Do you also think that everything the Church of Blood and the citizens of Cardilon have done is right?"

Of course, it wasn’t right.

Eden sighed softly and removed her cloak. Looking at Xi Mu’s cold yet persistent expression, she knew this man had made up his mind.

"Please come closer to me."

"..." Xi Mu stepped forward, whether intentionally or not, his cheek came extremely close to Eden’s, their noses almost touching, he could feel her sweet breath.

However, Eden seemed not to mind this, only stretching out her hand to stroke his face, with her palm sliding, her pale fingers approached his right eye.

"I can show you the eyes of all the cultists from the Church of Blood, but it requires the sacrifice of an eyeball."

She looked at the astonished Ahtal and explained softly:

"It’s just a ritual. As long as you use the Healing Prayer afterwards, you can grow back the eyeball, although you will lose the special vision."

"Okay." Xi Mu nodded, and then watched as Eden became serious, her fingers entering his eye socket.

Blood flowed from the eye socket, running down his cheek, falling onto the cold snow, spreading and dyeing the ground.

"It’s done." Eden spoke calmly as she withdrew her hand, revealing an eyeball on her pristine palm. Xi Mu, covering his bleeding cheek with one hand, looked at his own eyeball and suppressed the urge to use the Healing Prayer.

With the blessing of the Goddess of Life he now possessed, he could subconsciously restore his damaged physical state; even if his heart was pierced, he would subconsciously heal.

Now, however, he had to deliberately suppress the healing of his body.

"I will cast your eyes into the Spring of Wisdom," Eden explained softly to Xi Mu, "After that, you will be able to distinguish all the cultists of Church of Blood."

"What is the Spring of Wisdom?" Xi Mu asked, feigning ignorance, while Eden shook her head, not explaining what the Spring of Wisdom was.

She turned and disappeared on the spot.

Xi Mu’s only remaining eye could vaguely see Eden approaching a magnificent tree, then she completely vanished.

A cold wind brushed by, revealing a limitless snowy landscape to his eyes.

Moments later, his missing right eye transmitted a cold sensation; although the eyeball had vanished, there was an illusion of being connected.

Information from the missing right eye surged into his brain, altering his vision... as if peeling off a thin film, allowing him to see the world more thoroughly.

Initially, the world was one and the same, until the God of Omniscience descended, planting a seedling symbolizing life in the monochrome world, initiating flow, and birthing the contradiction of opposition yet unity.

And that seedling was the all-encompassing Tree of Omniscience.

The so-called ritual was nothing but Eden casting his eyeball into the Spring of Wisdom, thus connecting to the Tree of Omniscience, granting him special vision.

"This is indeed a pleasant feeling," Xi Mu summoned a mare, and then took out the undead-piercing spear and the Great Sword of Death, riding the mare to hunt down the cultists of Church of Blood.

The hooves tread across, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

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Meanwhile.

At a branch of the Church of Blood in Cardilon.

"Ahtal is extraordinarily persistent in helping Mist offend," the cold-hearted nun placed an intelligence letter on the table, her gaze indifferent as she looked at the bishop in front of her.

"Bishop, we should think of a solution as soon as possible."

"..." The bishop of cultists of Church of Blood did not immediately answer, only stroking his untidy beard as if pondering a solution.

However, the father standing beside was the first to speak:

"Even with Ahtal’s complicated background, the problem with the Cardilon Kingdom cannot be solved in a short time."

"If I were Ahtal, I would choose to directly strike," the nun spoke coldly, "To help Mist clear his name, the most effective way is to completely crush us, or make it impossible for us to continue buying off the residents of Cardilon."

She was well aware of the current inappropriate status of the Church of Blood, but there was no solution, their deity had wandered under the eyes of the Witch of Death to flirt with men, leading to a sneak attack and severe injury by the Witch of Death.

And if only that were the case, the God of Blood, already severely injured, was still unwilling to give up on having Michael at hand, which led his sister to come knocking.

This was embarrassingly dishonorable to their god.

Now they could only try their best to help the God of Blood resolve troubles, keeping Mist stalled in the Cardilon Kingdom, preventing him from actually presenting himself before the God of Blood.

"Don’t worry too much about it; I have hired someone specifically to deal with Ahtal," the bishop waved his hand, his voice very calm, "Ahtal will not threaten our safety."

"Someone specifically to counter Ahtal?" The nun showed a puzzled expression, she had specially studied Ahtal’s deeds, very aware of the difficulty in handling him.

In terms of attack, with the blessing of the Witch of Death, he is considered the mightiest spear, able to easily break through any defense.

In terms of defense, with the blessing of the Goddess of Life, fatal injuries are trivial for Ahtal, who could heal in an instant, indeed the mightiest shield.

Moreover, Ahtal possessed a very strong learning ability, able to adjust according to the combat techniques of his opponents, thereby efficiently defeating enemies.

Such a despair-inducing man, who could specifically counter him?

"Ahtal is a genius, not an unbeatable mighty," the bishop explained to the nun, "With enough intelligence, he can be easily defeated."