After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 211 - 69 Lies, Lies, Lies_2
"Amazing!"
Atop the high-rise buildings of the city.
The Goddess of Lies wrapped her arms around Eden’s, her pretty face flushed with excitement as she looked towards the direction of the Temple of Blood, "Ahtal, you are indeed very suited to be my follower."
"..." Eden’s delicate face revealed a sense of helplessness.
From the perspective of the Goddess of Lies, it was Ahtal who had just performed an exceptional act of deception, not only fooling the Blood Pope, the source of fear, and the God of Blood, but also all the onlookers present.
To retreat fully from nearly certain doom and to also rescue his beloved was simply the best performance.
However, from her viewpoint, it was Ahtal’s total loss of respect for the gods and a tremendously transformative change in his thoughts.
"Ahtal will no longer believe in other gods," she said softly, shaking her head as she spoke of Ahtal’s transformation.
Aside from the Goddess of Life, the current Ahtal probably couldn’t believe in any other god, as he had developed a subversive understanding of the concept of the divine tribe.
From the greatness of the All Gods to the greatness of the individual.
If Ahtal could grow to an equal stature with the Goddess of Life in the future, then his faith in the Goddess of Life would also change.
Although the intensity of the emotions would probably not vary, it could no longer be called faith.
It would be closer to admiration or the like.
"Is faith in gods because of their identity as gods?" the Goddess of Lies shook her head, posing a question, "Can a person’s faith only be in gods?"
She chuckled to herself and answered her own question.
"This faith can also come from a person’s charm. Even if Ahtal doesn’t believe in gods, it doesn’t prevent him from having faith in me."
"What you say makes sense," Eden agreed with the Goddess of Lies. The object of faith does not have to be a god; it could also be an idea, or specific to an individual.
"Then I’ll go hang out with him," the Goddess of Lies hugged Eden’s arm tightly and disappeared from the rooftop.
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The flash of a blade.
Several strange creatures were sliced into pieces, their remains scattered across the dark forest, with the scent of blood pervading the air.
Mist’s tall figure bathed in the dark red moonlight, she was plunged into... confusion and helplessness.
To cry, she would not.
As a warrior, once her blade could cut through the skies, she would no longer cry.
To curse, she also would not.
Ever since she was young, she had felt that words were never as handy as the blade in her hand. By increasing her own strength to a certain level, she could make anyone converse with her peacefully and properly.
Thus, only slaughter brought her a moment of peace; only by wielding her blade and focusing her body and mind on it could she divert her attention.
In the dark, within a forest infested with monsters, each creature was slain by her blade. Wherever Mist passed, the bodies of monsters remained.
If this continued, Mist would inevitably become a Shura, pleasing herself with killing, indiscriminately taking the lives of all.
Nevertheless.
"Isn’t it too... unique to greet with a blade?" Xi Mu raised his hands, looking at the long blade that had reached his neck.
"Ahtal, why are you here?" Mist’s voice was filled with hope yet also laced with murderous intent.
Reason was telling her that Ahtal, currently imprisoned by the God of Blood, couldn’t possibly be in front of her.
Yet her emotions were insisting that the Ahtal before her was the real person, not some other entity in disguise.
Xi Mu smiled upon seeing this and lifted his hand to grab Mist’s long blade, pressing it towards his neck. Just as it was about to break the skin, he felt... resistance.
"Your body has already given the answer," he turned his gaze towards a little mare at the side, "and my partner can prove my identity."
"..." Mist turned to look at the little mare by her side, and after receiving an affirmative response, she completely let go of her doubts.
Her lips parted slightly, finding words insufficient to express the tumultuous emotions in her heart, and so she chose to embrace Ahtal in her arms.
The little mare watching by the side witnessed this scene, her hooves scraping the ground. As for Ahtal’s safety, she wasn’t very worried.
If Ahtal truly faced a life-threatening danger, the Destiny Witch would descend and directly annihilate all the enemies.
And at that moment.
"Crack~" The sound of a breaking branch filled the air, alerting Mist and Ahtal, who embraced each other as they drew their swords and faced the source of the noise.
"Wow, such a cold look," the Goddess of Lies said, seemingly afraid, hiding behind Eden.
She peeked out, smiling lightly at the two.
"I’m actually here to help you."
"Help us?" Xi Mu showed a skeptical look, and the Goddess of Lies, seeing this, puffed her cheeks and then smiled sweetly again.
"If you don’t want help, then let’s make a deal."
"What do you want?" asked Xi Mu. He didn’t actually need the help of the Goddess of Lies, but the advancement of subsequent versions required her assistance to overlap life and death in this world.
That would require the cooperation of the Goddess of Lies and Witch of Death in overlapping the concepts of life and death in this world.
After all, with the current power of the Witch of Death, it wasn’t enough to cover the whole world with the concept of death.
Someone had to help spread the concept of death.
And the Goddess of Lies was that amplifier who could help the Witch of Death magnify the concept of death.
"Become my follower," the Goddess of Lies proposed her condition.
To this, Xi Mu replied promptly, "I really can’t muster any interest in you; I simply can’t conceive any devotion."
"Can’t you even lie for me?" The Goddess of Lies shook her head and rested her chin on Eden’s fragrant shoulder.
"To rescure... oh, not that."
She reorganized her words.
"To rescue Michael, you must first make the source of fear disappear temporarily, otherwise, it’s impossible for you to take Michael away."
"How do we make the source of fear disappear?" Xi Mu asked the key question. The so-called source of fear was nothing more than the physical manifestation of the God of Fear’s terror; if they could make the God of Fear lose the corresponding fear, then the source of fear would temporarily vanish.
Until the God of Fear spawned something terrifying anew.
"Cover the original fear with a deeper terror," the Goddess of Lies offered her answer. "As long as the God of Fear conceives something that seems more terrifying, the original source of fear will temporarily disappear."
Her smile was sly.
"The birth of a new source of fear needs a certain amount of time; that should be enough for you to take back Michael."
"How then can we make the God of Fear feel a new terror?" Xi Mu continued to probe, but the Goddess of Lies did not answer. She crossed her fingers over her chest and winked at Xi Mu.
This familiar gesture.
"Summon the Witch of Death, milady?" Xi Mu nodded and then shook his head, "If I could find the Witch of Death to act, then why wouldn’t I rescue Michael directly?"
"More precisely, anything that might cause the death of a god, can make the God of Fear feel terror," the Witch of Lies explained. "The God of Fear’s most dreaded entity is the God of Omniscience, and the physically manifested source of fear is related to the God of Omniscience."
She watched Ahtal’s stiff expression.
"Don’t worry, the source of fear and the God of Omniscience are not the same thing. It can only achieve ’omniscience’ in the heart; the source of terror can dominate all oddities, comprehend all oddities, and trigger the oddities in people’s hearts."
"But when applied to a specific person, it’s not really useful."
"..." Xi Mu feigned a sigh of relief and after some thought, turned his gaze to Eden, and said:
"Eden, you have a certain level of fame among the All Gods, right?"
"..."
Eden nodded her head.
She was a puppet created by the God of Omniscience, also possessing the power to manage the Tree of Omniscience; naturally, she had a significant level of fame.
And Xi Mu voiced his idea.
"Could you weave a lie for me, claiming that I’ve been chosen by Ragnarok, am the harbinger of Ragnarok?"
