After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 217 - 72 Blooming_2

There was no other way.

Mist thought so, but she had already begun subconsciously recalling everything from her past that could help her win.

"Don’t you have the power of the Chaos Witch?" the Goddess of Lies kindly reminded.

There were many geniuses in this world who could leave a splendid trail in the long river of history, but in the end, they were just geniuses and not the kind of powerful beings that could instill fear in others. Only those who transcended the human realm could be considered truly powerful and able to capture the attention of All Gods.

However, the conditions for becoming a witch were extremely strict. One needed to not only devise a ritual unique to oneself for ascending to witchhood but also fulfill the ritual’s conditions, and one’s soul must possess the requisite qualities.

The stacking requirements made the birth of a witch exceedingly rare.

Therefore, people researched another path, becoming a witch long dead, by collecting traces of deceased witches and following in the footsteps of previous witches to become an existence close to a witch.

Becoming a witch, understanding a witch, surpassing a witch, this was a system that seemed to have a clear path of growth.

And Mist had transcended the limits of the human realm by collecting the traces of the Chaos Witch.

"You need to think fast, or Ahtal will be dead." With a wave of her hand, the Goddess of Lies disappeared from the spot.

Mist fell silent, clutching the long blade in her hand, and dashed out of the underground like lightning, heading towards the battlefield.

Then she saw it... despair.

On a plaza less than a hundred meters away, the Blood Pope put down his clasped hands and looked at the blood-drenched Ahtal, who had fallen, and let out a sneer.

"In my presence, you are just a... mortal."

He was the consort of the God of Blood, possessed powers that transcended the human realm, and defeating Ahtal was too easy.

By infusing his own blood into Ahtal’s body, he rendered Ahtal incapacitated, thereby forcing Ahtal to cooperate with his actions.

This was the plan he had devised from the start.

However, the plan seemed to have encountered a mishap. The blood clots that were supposed to merely restrict Ahtal unexpectedly caused Ahtal’s heart to stop beating.

Dead, no... this wasn’t right. He hadn’t intended to kill Ahtal; he still needed Ahtal to negotiate with the Witch of Death.

Yet, the aura of death emitting from Ahtal was so real, whether it was the heart that had stopped beating or the dilated pupils, all pointed to one fact. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Ahtal was dead.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Heavy footsteps resounded. The Blood Pope instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Mist, her expression one of despair, walking to Ahtal’s side and cradling him in her arms.

Blood rain fell like curtains, landing on Mist’s body, trailing down her tall figure, and her red hair cascading down.

She held Ahtal tightly, emitting a foreboding aura.

Silence ensued for a moment.

The Blood Pope took a step forward, wanting to check if Ahtal was truly dead.

However, his step seemed like a cue, breaking the current atmosphere, making Mist come back to her senses.

She turned her head to look at the Blood Pope.

Those despairing eyes mirrored a figure, red-haired like hers, but it definitely wasn’t her.

It was the Chaos Witch, a being once hunted by All Gods.

Without a second thought.

The Blood Pope immediately withdrew. He wasn’t quite sure of Mist’s state, but could only guess it had something to do with the witch.

But, it was too late.

Butterflies flitted through the air, carrying the scent of death, while blood flowing on the ground bloomed into clusters of otherworldly flowers.

The Chaos Witch.

She possessed the power to plunge ordered things into chaos. Applied to the human body, it meant disrupting balance, causing poisoning or illness.

And in the objective world, it meant tilting the structured reality into chaos.

A dangerous and utterly futile ability.

This was All Gods’ evaluation of the Chaos Witch, who only hastened the world’s journey towards death, without bringing any positive influence.

However, the negative impact was significant.

The moment the Blood Pope retreated and fled to the Temple of Blood, he sensed chaos. The blood that permeated the City of Blood and the underground river was invaded by an unknown force, as if poison had been injected into the veins, causing all the blood to necrotize and lose connection with him.

Turning around, the sight that met the Blood Pope’s eyes was countless bright red flowers of the other side, parasitizing his blood, spreading throughout the entire City of Blood.

"What in the world is going on?" the Blood Pope muttered to himself, feeling bewildered by the turn of events.

Why had Ahtal suddenly died, and why had Mist used the power of the Chaos Witch?

Meanwhile.

Within the city.

"Cough, cough, cough." Xi Mu’s coughing could be heard as he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his heart beginning to beat again.

He opened his eyes and looked at the delighted Mist.

"I... what is this?"

"You just had no signs of life," Mist hurriedly explained, carefully helping Ahtal up.

"Really?" Xi Mu nodded, scanning his surroundings. Luminous butterflies fluttered, spreading the power of Chaos, pushing everything orderly towards disorder.

If it weren’t for his possession of the Goddess of Life’s grace, which could forcibly revert his chaotic physical state back to normal,

his body would have shown symptoms of necrosis as well.

"It’s probably your power that disrupted my body’s balance, triggering my instinctive healing," Xi Mu said calmly, talking complete nonsense seriously.

However, Mist didn’t doubt it; seeing Ahtal alive again was already more than enough for her. The intense joy of reclaiming what was lost was filling her so much that she couldn’t think of anything else.

"Perhaps this is the blessing of the goddess," she thought instinctively, wanting to caress Ahtal’s cheek, but as soon as her fingertips touched it, the instantly necrotized skin made her immediately retract her hand.

Now she couldn’t touch anyone; the power of Chaos would lead everything to disorder.

No... to be more precise, anything that got close to her would enter a state of Chaos and descend into disorder.

As of now, the City of Blood was under the influence of her power, beginning to fall into ruin.

"It’s indeed an interesting power," Xi Mu remarked, touching his cheek where the necrotized skin was visibly healing.

"But it’s meaningless in front of the Goddess of Life’s power," he said.

He bent down to pick up the Sword of Light from the ground.

"Let’s start the second round," he said.

"Okay," Mist agreed, showing extreme compliance. Even if Ahtal wanted to marry her and have ten children, she wouldn’t refuse him now.

...

...

Temple of Blood.

Mist and Xi Mu stepped inside, and the power of Chaos entered the temple with them.

"Cough." The God of Blood on the throne suddenly coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, clearly affected by the power of Chaos.

Michael beside him also showed a visibly uncomfortable expression, but he did not speak, trying his best to conceal his discomfort.

The power of Chaos did not intentionally spare anyone; unless the Chaos Witch herself was resurrected, anyone nearby would be affected.

"So, you were pretending to be dead?" the Blood Pope realized, looking at the unharmed Xi Mu and scoffed:

"Mist, the man beside you was pretending to be dead, just so that..."

"Shut up." Mist spoke coldly, showing impatience, "You think I can be easily swayed?"

Blood Pope: "..."

Couldn’t this woman use her brain for a moment? He had no reason to kill Ahtal, and Ahtal’s resurrection was too quick, clearly an act.

"Perhaps I really was pretending to be dead," Xi Mu said with a resigned smile, the Sword of Light burning with flames in his hand.

"Or maybe it was the protection of the Goddess of Life, right?" Mist whispered, automatically providing an explanation for Ahtal’s resurrection.

And at that moment, the Blood Pope realized something; no amount of slandering Ahtal... no, even if it was the truth, it was pointless; Mist simply wouldn’t listen.

She would find excuses even if she was deceived.