After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 198 - 63 Fear_2

She wanted to leave the Cardilon Kingdom as soon as possible, lest the clerics of the Church of Blood find her and use her abilities to restrain Mist and Ahtal, which would be very troublesome.

After all, once she stood in the position of a judge, she could not act arbitrarily based on her own emotions, whether the opponent was also a woman or deserved pity, which did not allow her to bias her judgment.

And at this moment.

"Hi... long time no see." The puppet girl returned, handing over the Sword Box and complained to Xi Mu:

"We can’t use this sword, the Witch of Death asked us to return it to you."

"Thank you." Xi Mu took the Sword Box and did not bother to open it for inspection, directly storing it in his ring.

Then, he asked the puppet girl,

"Will the Witch of Death deal with the God of Blood?"

"She might go, or maybe... she won’t." The puppet girl smiled mysteriously, playful and obnoxious, "It depends on whether the Witch of Death feels like going."

"Is that so." Xi Mu nodded calmly, his expression unreadable.

Liliana, standing beside him, had a subtle look on her face. To discuss such matters openly in front of her without fearing she might leak the information.

No... wait, perhaps they simply didn’t care about leaks.

"Knight of Death, I look forward to our next meeting." With a wave of her hand, the puppet girl turned and left, without much conversation with Ahtal.

"Let’s go, it’s time to rescue someone." Xi Mu withdrew his gaze and summoned a small mare while looking toward Eden and Mist standing beside.

"Going together?"

The small mare: "..."

Her hooves scraped the ground, a desire to kick arising, having thought that being ridden by two was her limit.

Now, however, she realized she might have to carry four.

"Just take Mist with you." Eden shook her head, her voice calm, "I have a way to keep up with you." With those words, she vanished like a specter from everyone’s sight, heading to an unknown destination

"It seems I only need to take you then." Xi Mu mounted the horse and then reached out to pull Mist up behind him.

"That’s... too much, to simply ignore me." Liliana voiced her grievance, and Xi Mu, upon hearing this, showed a surprised face and asked:

"Are you sure you want to come with us?"

"I don’t want to." Liliana replied instantly. She did not want to travel with Ahtal, despite the epic feel of rescuing a friend from the gods, but she was very clear about her own standing.

This sort of major event involving gods and witches was not something an ordinary person like her should get involved in.

"But to not even ask, that makes one feel quite defeated."

"..." Xi Mu showed a speechless face, then extended an invitation to Liliana, "Do you want to join us?"

"Maybe next time." Liliana smirked slyly, satisfied, and then turned to leave.

In response, Xi Mu laughed helplessly and then rode away on the small mare, heading toward the abode of the God of Blood.

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...

It was night.

Cardilon Kingdom was immersed in revelry.

Thanks to the generous aid from the Church of Blood during this period, people had some extra cash to indulge a little.

Drunks could be seen everywhere on the streets, almost every household had its lights on, and the aroma of food seemed to drown the entire city.

"Having money is really great." A drunk staggered along the street, holding a bottle of liquor with one hand, his bleary eyes scanning Cardilon City as if he saw a truly prosperous and clean city with bright shops along paved stone roads, neat-dressed nobles and wealthy folks moving through the streets and alleys.

"Hmph, what’s so great about having money." He suddenly commented, then took a swig from his bottle, continuing toward his home.

However, his steps soon halted.

"Where is this?" He looked around, realizing he had come to an unfamiliar place, clearly not the slums of Cardilon.

Was it an illusion caused by drinking, or was he dreaming?

"This is the land of puppets." Someone answered his confusion, a genteel noble youth by the roadside.

The drunk asked confusedly, "What do you mean?"

"You’ll know after you die." The noble youth answered with a smile, then passed by him.

The drunkard wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly felt hands appearing behind him, covering his mouth and seizing his hands and feet.

Unable to breathe, unable to move.

At this moment, the drunkard finally sobered up and saw clearly the environment he was in, where the streets were filled with puppets slaughtering the residents of the City of Cardilon, the ground stained red with blood, and corpses haphazardly discarded on the cobblestone roads.

Something had happened, beyond understanding.

At this moment.

At this moment.

If someone looked at the City of Cardilon from outside, they would see it overlaid by an unknown city, with puppets roaming the streets and alleys, hunting the residents of Cardilon and dragging their bodies to the altar in the city center.

A mound formed by hundreds, thousands of corpses, turned into a mountain of flesh that was ignited, casting a ghostly blue flame that illuminated the entire city.

"Since you all claim that we are to sacrifice you, then let us fulfill your request," the puppet girl said with a giggling smile, watching as autonomous puppets threw one corpse after another into the altar.

She hadn’t even known of the existence of the City of Cardilon until their slanderous accusations that Mist had colluded with the Church of Death drew their attention.

Moreover, coincidentally, she was returning Ahtal’s Sword of Light to the city of Cardilon.

So, she decided to oblige the residents of Cardilon, since they claimed that the Church of Death intended to sacrifice them, it would be too discourteous not to sacrifice the City of Cardilon itself.

The next day.

The sky was clear.

The Kingdom of Cardilon... empty, with no signs of battle, as if there had been a mass evacuation or as if it had been devoured by some unknown monster.

Not a single living person remained.

The empty city was terrifyingly silent, until some outsiders traveled to the center of the city of Cardilon and saw... the traces left by the sacrifice.

On the scorched earth, bone ash mixed with white snow, a heavy scent of death assaulted the senses, sending chills down the spine.

"Was Cardilon truly sacrificed?" The man stepped back, fell to the snowy ground, then scrambled up frantically and fled towards the outskirts of the city.

In fact, people from the outside world had long known there had been no cultist sacrifices in the City of Cardilon, and it was merely a defamation against Mist.

But now, the actual cultist sacrifice had been invoked, turning the original slander into... reality.

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...

At the same time. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Elsewhere.

"Clang!" The Great Sword of Death struck down, landing on a bright red transparent barrier, a strike powerful enough to cleave mountains, yet unable to breach the barrier.

"The God of Blood has set up the barrier," Xi Mu frowned, looking towards the environment inside the barrier, a land soaked in blood, rivers replaced by flowing blood, rocks tinted red, unknown creatures undulating in the river of blood.

He turned to Eden and asked,

"Eden, do you have a way to get in?"

"..."

Eden raised her hand to touch the barrier, analyzed the properties of the barrier, and then gave an answer, "This barrier isn’t set up by the God of Blood."

She said to Xi Mu:

"To enter, we must get permission from the owner of the barrier."

"Who is the owner of the barrier?" Mist asked, and Eden, without any fuss, directly replied:

"It’s the God of Fear."

Upon saying this, she added another sentence.

"The God of Fear and the God of Blood have a good relationship; they are quite adept at inducing negative emotions in people."

"The God of Fear isn’t really that troublesome," Xi Mu nodded calmly, unafraid of the God of Fear, rather feeling... relieved.

In fact, the gods aiding the God of Blood change depending on the impact of the players, and the God of Fear happens to be one of the easier ones to deal with.

In terms of abilities, the God of Fear holds a relatively invincible power, capable of triggering fears in people’s hearts and materializing those fears.

The more timid or fearful someone is of a particular thing, the more powerful the effect of the God of Fear’s abilities becomes.