After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 215 - 71 He...likes them big and mature_2

"So you want to get him, don’t you?" Eden’s voice was calm, and from her perspective, the fabricated future was full of loopholes.

Why could the little mare bear the King of Ash, why didn’t a completely mad Ahtal kill the little mare right away.

And why could the God of Omniscience be slain while the Tree of Omniscience still existed...

"That’s true, but Ahtal is not interested in me," spreading her hands, the Goddess of Lies revealed a subtle expression, "He likes women with the figure of the Goddess of Life."

"..."

Eden shook her head.

She had long noticed that Ahtal had a clear preference for mature and intellectual women, whether facing the Goddess of Life or when speaking of Hecate, his tone would change.

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...

Outside Castle of Fear.

Xi Mu stepped out of the gate, looked up at the sky shrouded in thick dark clouds, those crimson eyes that spied on this world were beginning to dim.

This meant the object of the God of Fear’s terror had shifted, changing from the original God of Omniscience to himself.

But this was not a good thing, the more terrified the God of Fear was of something, the stronger and more uncontrollable his power became.

If he didn’t resolve the conflict with the God of Blood soon, he would be taken out by the newly born source of fear.

The source of fear created based on the God of Omniscience was a representative of rationality.

But one based on him, the concocted King of Ash, signified madness.

And just then.

"What have you done, Lord Ahtal?" A questioning female voice came from behind.

Xi Mu turned to look, only to see the headless maid approaching with her cage in hand.

"The source of fear has changed," the headless maid lifted the birdcage, "Who...are you really?"

"A human," Xi Mu answered and then left without looking back.

Seeing this, the headless maid fell silent, her usual elegance and composure giving way to a rare expression of unease.

The scent emitted by the freshly born source of fear was not one of extreme rationality.

On the contrary, it was full of mad violence, as if tainted with the fire of Sulter.

Could it be that Ahtal truly had something to do with Ragnarok.

With that thought, she turned and returned to the castle, planning to speak with the God of Fear.

...

...

"Boom!" Blazing fire engulfed the streets, cultists of the Church of Blood couldn’t react in time and were devoured by the crimson flames, instantly turning into ash.

Xi Mu emerged from the flames, with Mist following him, one in front and one behind.

"Halt, Ahtal," the Blood Pope blocked their path.

"You cannot defy the will of the gods."

"You’ve come to stop us yourself," Xi Mu grinned, "You’re worried that we’ll actually take out the God of Blood, right?"

"..."

The Blood Pope didn’t respond.

Not long ago, the source of fear suddenly vanished and had conveyed a message that Ahtal had woven a false prophecy, causing the God of Fear to birth a new terror.

And this also meant... the God of Blood had lost his protector, and the Blood Pope had to personally intervene, stopping all enemies approaching the God of Blood.

"We just want to retrieve Michael," Xi Mu sighed, drawing out the Sword of Light.

"But others really do want to take down the God of Blood."

He asked with a smile.

"Step back now, I don’t want to kill you," the Blood Pope responded coldly.

He wasn’t too keen on fighting with Ahtal and Mist, his strength had severely decreased recently, with the God of Blood drawing closer to death, his power boost was about to completely vanish.

Xi Mu sneered, dangerous sparks flickering between his teeth, and Mist by his side also reacted, her long sword cleaving through followed by Dragon Breath.

"Boom!" The searing Dragon Breath mixed with a sharp slash, like a splendid rose blooming in the City of Blood.

The battle had become fierce from the start, with both sides extremely anxious to resolve their opponents as quickly as possible.

The Blood Pope was worried about the God of Blood’s power decreasing too quickly, leaving him without enough strength to suppress both Ahtal and Mist.

As for Ahtal and Mist, their thinking was very straightforward: they wanted to gauge the Blood Pope’s power to determine just how weak the God of Blood really was.

Until they had the opportunity to assassinate a god.

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...

Temple of Blood.

Miss Black Blade, like a ghost, lurked in the shadow of the corners, holding the Great Sword of Death, silently waiting for the moment, the moment to assassinate a god, just as soon as Ahtal gave her the command.

Then her blade, poised to slay a god, would unsheathe without hesitation, to assassinate the God of Blood.

And just then.

Conversation echoed within the Temple of Blood.

"God of Blood, you are dying," Michael’s voice was extremely calm, laced with a hint of pity.

"You are the second god to die."

"Can gods go to Hell when they die?" The God of Blood lifted his withered hand, looking towards Michael, who was bound by blood-red chains, and said:

"I too have a soul, and I should be able to go to Hell after death, as long as the Goddess of Death is willing to spare me; then I might... be resurrected."

Michael inquired, "Did the Goddess of Plague also go to Hell?"

"The soul of the Goddess of Plague has been taken," replied the God of Blood. The high heavens’ All Gods were very knowledgeable about the Goddess of Plague and could confirm that her soul did not go to Hell.

"Perhaps it’s the "soul" that also died," Michael calmly analyzed, and upon hearing this, the God of Blood fell silent, propping himself up on his throne with his withered hands, struggling to his feet.

He staggered towards Michael and extended a hand resembling a bird’s claw, caressing Michael’s beautiful face.

"Michael, do you hate me?"

Michael: "..."

"I hope you hate me, forever," the God of Blood said with a malicious smile, "But with your temperament, you probably won’t hate me, seeing me just as a badly behaved person who needs to be re-guided."

Michael: "..."

"I don’t want to die, I also want to become a benevolent god," the God of Blood said with a pleading look in his eyes, "now only you can help me."

He revealed his thoughts.

"Have your friend, the Witch of Death, remove the ’death’ toxin from my body."

Given the current state of affairs, it was impossible to threaten Ahtal into cooperation; the only option was to have Michael make the request.

Michael, with his power of charm, could get anyone to agree to a request.

In response.

"You’re underestimating Ahtal," Michael replied, "He’s a man who isn’t easily swayed by words, even if I made the request to Ahtal, it would only be met with rejection."

He reminisced about the first time he met Ahtal.

"That man’s eyes held no trace of confusion, he knew exactly what he needed to do, and those without confusion are not easily influenced in their choices."

"Please, this is my only request to you," the God of Blood said weakly, invoking pity.

The closer he was to death, the more he lacked the dignity of a god, willing to beg a mortal.

"I can," Michael agreed, then added, "But Ahtal will never agree."

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... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Within the city.

Blood cascaded like pearls off a broken string, plummeting to the ground faster than bullets.

Sturdy high-rises, under the relentless barrage of the blood rain, quickly turned into sieves, collapsing like sandcastles in an instant.

And if that had been all, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the Blood Pope chose this moment to attack, with a scepter forged from gems piercing through.

"Clang," the Sword of Light clashed with the scepter, releasing a powerful shockwave that blew the blood on the ground away.

However, the falling droplets remained unaffected, smashing onto Xi Mu’s body like bullets, causing the silver armor he wore to dent and deform, as if hammered furiously by countless mallets.

After this battle, it was time to upgrade the Red Dragon Blood Armor.