After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 203 - 66: You’re the Hero, Don’t Blame Us for Being Despicable

Chapter 203: Chapter 66: You’re the Hero, Don’t Blame Us for Being Despicable

"What a pity," the Goddess of Lies revealed a disappointed expression, "it’s rare someone wants to show off their value."

She put her mask back on.

"Human, your situation is about to become dangerous." With those words, she vanished in a breeze.

"Should I feel honored to be cared for by the Goddess of Lies?" Xi Mu said with a calm smile, then turned his gaze towards the Witch of Death, and spoke,

"After I rescue Michael, I will be sure to express my sincere thanks. Please look forward to my... gift."

"A gift that makes a witch look forward to it is no simple matter," the Witch of Death smiled lightly, looking towards Eden and Mist who were approaching.

She disappeared in a wisp of blue flame.

"However, I might just allow myself to look forward to it a little," she said, as the blue flame died down and her figure vanished.

"Actually, I haven’t even thought about what gift to give," Xi Mu pulled a face, feigning distress.

He turned to ask Eden who was walking over.

"Is there any gift that would be worthy of a witch’s anticipation?"

"The value of a gift is bestowed by the giver," Eden replied calmly, standing in front of Ahtal, "The Witch of Death is expecting something from you."

"Expecting something from me?" Xi Mu fell into thought, then shook his head and turned his eyes towards the direction of the Temple of Blood,

"Let’s focus on rescuing Michael first." He summoned his mare, pulled Mist onto the horse, and galloped towards the Temple of Blood.

Eden stayed behind and turned to look to the side, only to see the Goddess of Lies peeking out from behind a tree.

Greeting her with a smile.

"Long time no see, Eden," the Goddess of Lies maintained her smile, stepping closer to Eden and exclaimed sincerely,

"You really haven’t changed at all."

"Lies, what are you planning to do with the witch?" Eden asked calmly, and the Goddess of Lies blinked at the question, then replied righteously,

"Of course, to deceive."

"Is that so." Eden nodded slightly, intending to walk away, but found the Goddess of Lies already clinging to her arm,

"Don’t go, don’t go, I still want to chat with you, Eden," the Goddess of Lies said while pulling the reluctant Eden away.

Meanwhile.

Temple of Blood.

Unexpectedly prosperous, with tall buildings rising row upon row, complete with facilities... except for the absence of people.

Clip-clop, clip-clop—

The mare looked disdainful, stepping on the blood-streaked streets. The city was filled with blood, seeping from the edges of windows, overflowing from manhole covers, and spurting from burst pipes.

The city appeared to be soaked in blood, every brick stained with blood, the pungent scent of it smothering, and every step taken felt wet and sticky.

This was more annoying than a rainy day.

And at that moment.

Light... no, a blood beam suddenly shot out from afar, severing the street where the mare stood, and even slicing nearby buildings in half.

"Tsk, what an annoying horse,"

Atop a distant high-rise,

A mature woman with red wavy hair lowered her joined hands, looking at the toppled buildings in the distance and spoke irritably:

"We must restrain that horse; otherwise, we’ll never catch Ahtal." She turned and ordered the nun behind her:

"Have them activate the barrier." With that, she stomped her feet and shot out like a bullet, chasing after Ahtal.

The nun left behind touched her earpiece and informed the cultists of the Church of Blood stationed in the city to deploy the barrier sealing the city.

The Church of Blood had meticulously investigated the intelligence on Ahtal and discovered that he owns a mount with an exceedingly absurd movement speed. As long as Ahtal rode that eight-legged horse, they would never have a chance to capture him.

So they devised a plan.

An utterly despicable plan.

"Truly enviable," the woman with the red wavy hair landed, looking not far off at Ahtal on horseback, and said,

"Shall we have a talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Xi Mu ran his palm over the Great Sword of Death, igniting the black flame emblematic of death,

"This city is already sealed by a barrier." The red-haired woman smiled, "And Michael is now lying in the bed of God, I estimate..."

Before she could finish, a slash appeared from nowhere next to her. Mist had unexpectedly appeared beside the red-haired woman, her blade at the woman’s throat.

Unfazed, the red-haired woman grabbed the blade at her throat, and blood began to flow from her palm.

"Only one person can leave, you choose." She maintained her smile,

"If you hurry now, there’s still time."

"Trying to defeat us one by one?" Xi Mu seemed to read into the red-haired woman’s thoughts, yet he still dismounted,

"Mist, you go and save them with your partner first."

"Acting according to the enemy’s intentions is not good," Mist’s lips parted slightly, reluctant to part from Ahtal,

To this, Xi Mu smiled and said,

"Don’t worry, I’ll win."

"Understood," Mist chose to trust and mounted the mare, looking towards the gaping barrier in the sky,

But the mare hesitated, scraping the ground with her hoofs; she sensed something very troubling.

Up next, she seemed to have to face a deity.

"What’s wrong, partner?" Xi Mu looked back at the mare who hadn’t left, revealing a gentle smile, "Don’t worry, I’ll win."

It’s not you I’m worried about, it’s me!

The mare rolled her eyes and stamped the ground with her hoofs, and at last, Xi Mu caught on to what the mare was trying to say.