After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 210 - 69 Lies, Lies, Lies

"Are you satisfied now?" the Blood Pope maintained a calm and gentle smile, seemingly unconcerned about being coerced into releasing Mist, as he could recapture Mist at any moment should Ahtal cooperate even slightly.

Xi Mu did not respond immediately, only gripping the Sword of Light in his hand as if weighing whether to strike.

"It would be better not to do that," the Blood Pope seemed to sense what Ahtal was thinking. He turned his head to look at the God of Blood, who resembled a mummified corpse, and explained:

"The source of fear is watching over my god, even if you unleash the Sword of Light, you cannot harm my god."

"..." Xi Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the God of Blood. He vaguely noticed someone standing beside the God of Blood, smiling at him—a chilling, eerie smile.

To kill the God of Blood, other than overpowering the source of fear and the Blood Pope with sheer force, one could only hope that the God of Fear would momentarily forget fear, causing the source of fear to temporarily vanish, thereby giving players a chance to forcefully kill the God of Blood.

However, this timing had to be maintained very well, waiting until the God of Blood was completely weakened, turned into a lamb to be slaughtered.

Only then could one create a miracle that had never existed before and would never exist in the future, the miracle of a human killing a deity.

"No choice," he said, his grip on the Sword of Light lowered, smiling at the Blood Pope, "Man, no matter when, always has a final choice."

"You can certainly choose to kill yourself," the Blood Pope maintained his composed and calm smile, "but I will destroy everything you cherish."

"I don’t even know what I cherish," Xi Mu laughed, unconcerned about the Blood Pope’s threat.

At this, the Blood Pope’s expression remained unchanged, keeping his smile, he said: "I heard that Hecate, your teacher, is very fond of you."

He asked Ahtal.

"If Hecate’s body were thrown before you, could you still maintain your current composure?"

Xi Mu’s expression turned icy.

However.

"And your little lovers, Letixia and Yasiraqi," the Blood Pope smiled, "I could easily... deal with them."

His voice was calm and indifferent.

"You can certainly use suicide to escape everything, but I will inflict everything you’re escaping from onto those who love you."

Trying to shake the will of a hero is not an easy task. From Ahtal’s readiness to stab himself without hesitation, using death as a threat against Ahtal was ineffective.

But as long as a person loves something, they necessarily fear something, and if this fear is well manipulated, it can influence and control a person.

"..."

Xi Mu remained silent for a moment, meeting the Blood Pope’s gaze. His eyes shifted from angry murderous intent to... indifference.

He shrugged his shoulders and asked:

"What do you want to do?"

"That is something you need to consider," the Blood Pope arrogantly lifted his chin, "You seem to be very good at winning the favor of women."

He never thought Ahtal could change the will of the Witch of Death, but the God of Blood insisted Ahtal could.

So he just had to figure out a way to execute it.

"You seem to have a misunderstanding about me," Xi Mu sighed, looking toward Michael, and said:

"I do have male friends."

Michael was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "You are certainly my friend."

The Blood Pope glanced at Michael’s beautiful face and couldn’t help shaking his head, "Perhaps... it’s only you who think your relationship is friendship."

Xi Mu laughed nonchalantly, raising his hand to stroke his black hair, his smile conveying mockery, "I’m not a psycho like the God of Blood."

"Ha... You really sound like a cultist," the Blood Pope revealed a satisfied smile, sensing the sarcasm and displeasure in Ahtal’s words.

And this was a good thing, it meant that besides verbally resisting, Ahtal had accepted the harsh reality.

"There’s nothing wrong with being a cultist," Xi Mu lowered his hand that had brushed his forehead, his eyes clear of any confusion, he lightly chuckled:

"I’ve suddenly realized something, not all gods need respect."

"Oh?" the God of Blood said with an ambiguous smile.

"Even killing them is no loss," Xi Mu declared, "The world would actually be better without them."

With that, he unleashed the Sword of Light.

Light began to surge, engulfing the God of Blood seated on the Divine Throne with a speed that was impossible to evade.

Afterward.

"Clang~" the sound of the Sword of Light falling, Ahtal covered his mouth and spat out blood, his chest impaled by a pointed claw from a greenish hand that appeared out of the void.

This was the hand of the source of fear manifested.

Meanwhile, the God of Blood sitting on the Divine Throne was unharmed; his pupils shifted, looking down at the grievously injured, dying Ahtal, wanting to order the source of fear to spare Ahtal’s life.

However.

"Impossible to kill, huh?" Xi Mu stared at the God of Blood, vowing, "But next time I will find a way to kill you completely." With that, he vanished like a phantom.

The atmosphere stiffened.

The Blood Pope stood stunned, the Ahtal before him was just a clone; he had completely failed to notice.

"Hahaha... That’s so like Ahtal." Michael laughed joyfully, feeling very satisfied that Ahtal was just a clone and had succeeded in rescuing his own sister.

Being able to deceive in front of deities and successfully rescuing a friend demonstrated remarkable capability.