After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 218 - 73: The Second God to Die

The sky was burning, the dark clouds turning red from the scalding high temperatures, as if they might melt at any moment, bringing down a rain of fire that would engulf the entire world in flames.

A sense of danger lingered in the air as if to herald the imminent end of the world.

"A new source of fear is about to emerge," the Goddess of Lies raised her hand to shield her forehead as she gazed at the burning sky, a subtle expression on her pretty face.

"Eden, is that guy... really safe?"

Eden’s gaze was calm as he softly said, "Didn’t you personally design the new source of fear’s image and power?"

"Well, that’s true." The Goddess of Lies felt something was still amiss; she had taken Ahtal’s opinions into account and added some of her own subjective thoughts to fabricate a King of Ash.

The effect was very good. As soon as the God of Fear saw the King of Ash in the mirror, he was immediately panic-stricken, regarding the King of Ash as the most fearful entity.

However, perhaps it was due to the overwhelming fear, the newly born source of fear had a strong sense of danger attached to it.

"If I had known, I wouldn’t have made it so terrifying." Her cheeks puffed up slightly, though she didn’t seem too concerned. Even if the God of Fear could materialize the King of Ash, there was ultimately a limit to its power—the God of Fear couldn’t fully realize the King of Ash as she had envisioned.

So she didn’t need to be too worried.

"I hope they take Michael away soon." Eden lowered his eyelids, his voice carrying a hint of worry, "The source of fear born this time... might indiscriminately burn everything to ashes, just as described."

"The God of Blood won’t let them leave," the Goddess of Lies smiled faintly, looking towards the Temple of Blood, "Now let’s see how Ahtal handles this."

She tapped her finger against her lower lip.

"If this drags on too long, all the advantages accumulated will vanish."

Eden: "..."

Based on the current intelligence, it would take about an hour for the new source of fear to be born. Saving Michael in an hour was virtually impossible—even if the God of Blood was extremely weak and could not wield the divine might he was supposed to possess.

Nonetheless, the Blood Pope still had enough power to stop Ahtal and Mist from intervening.

...

...

Cough cough—

The God of Blood raised his hand to his mouth, blood shocking to the eye seeping through his fingers. His breath suddenly improved, and his sunken eyes also regained their vitality.

"Michael, help me," he said, lowering the hand that had been covering his mouth, turning to Michael beside him with a plea. He felt an unprecedented clarity, and his whole being seemed to be in a completely transparent state.

A peculiar feeling—he knew he was about to die and had a rough guess when it would happen.

Upon hearing him, Michael fell silent, looking into the God of Blood’s pleading eyes. He knew that refusing might lead the God of Blood to despair, choosing to drag everyone present down with him in death, so he had to compromise.

"Ahtal, may I ask you for a favor?" He directed his gaze towards Ahtal, and their eyes met.

An unspoken understanding allowed them to reach a consensus.

"Can you ask the Witch of Death to release the toxin from the God of Blood’s body?"

"..."

Xi Mu blinked, locking eyes with Michael as if to confirm Michael wasn’t joking. But seeing Michael maintain a smile,

He hesitated.

"Ahtal, we have no conflict of interest," the Blood Pope intervened, tapping his bejeweled staff on the ground, revealing a genteel and amiable smile, "If you help my god, not only will you gain the friendship of the God of Blood, but you will also earn the support of the Blood Pope."

"Let’s forget the friendship of the God of Blood!" Mist’s voice was cold, carrying a wariness. She didn’t want Ahtal to have any connection with the God of Blood, fearing the latter had ulterior motives.

However, Xi Mu seemed unconcerned with the details, focusing instead on another issue, "After he’s healed, will the God of Blood still make a move on Michael?"

"Of course not," answered the God of Blood immediately. At this point, all he wanted was to survive, and he wasn’t particularly interested in Michael’s body.

Upon hearing that, Xi Mu nodded and said,

"Good, I hope you keep your promise."

Was this a success?

The God of Blood was momentarily stunned, exchanging glances with the Blood Pope. The ease of the situation seemed unbelievable to them.

Xi Mu wasted no time, squatting to write a spell on the ground. The golden text, like swimming fish, moved.

Moments later, the golden text dissipated.

"How did it go?" the Blood Pope asked, to which Xi Mu shook his head regretfully, just when everyone was feeling desperate.

"The Witch of Death has agreed," Xi Mu explained, looking towards the surprised God of Blood, and then coldly added, "But it requires the Blood Pope to become... a sacrifice."

The atmosphere instantly chilled.

The expression of surprise on the God of Blood’s face faded, and he hadn’t expected the Witch of Death would make such a demand.

"To be a sacrifice for the Witch of Death, she really does value me," the Blood Pope said reflexively tightening his grip on the staff, his eyes coldly fixed on Ahtal:

"Why would the Witch of Death know of someone as insignificant as me?"

Within the Church of Blood, he was a VIP, but to the Witch of Death, he was merely a minor character, giving no reason for her to specifically require him to be a sacrifice.

To this, Xi Mu provided an explanation.

"Because I specifically spoke to the Witch of Death about you. The soul of a god’s consort is worth more than the soul of an entire nation," he explained.