After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 219 - 73 The Second God to Die_2
"You just want me to die and then seize Michael, don’t you?" the Blood Pope asked coldly, "If the Witch of Death truly desires my soul, let her come and claim it herself."
"Without sacrificing your soul, the Witch of Death will not descend," Xi Mu said with a cold smile, blatantly making things up.
He actually had not contacted the Witch of Death, nor did he intend to save the God of Blood; he was simply planning to deal with the Blood Pope.
Although the Blood Pope appeared to be at a disadvantage, he was actually very challenging to fight. Without Mist’s help, there was no chance of victory against the Blood Pope. That damage-affecting ability combined with the Blood Pope’s power to create abundant blood through prayer was just... unresolvable.
"..." The Blood Pope’s gaze turned cold, as blood began to flow like a river from beneath his feet, spreading outward.
He planned to forcefully act to make Ahtal submit.
"Ah~ Humans, do you think I would betray my own partner?" The God of Blood stood up, his gaunt body exuding a strong sense of danger.
He took steps toward Ahtal.
"That doesn’t concern me," Xi Mu replied coldly, as the Sword of Light in his hands ignited with searing flames, "I am merely conveying the will of the Witch of Death."
"Heh, you can only convey will," scoffed the God of Blood. He did not doubt Ahtal was lying unless Ahtal had disrespected the Witch of Death greatly and was prepared to face her wrath.
And Ahtal was a lofty hero.
So,
"Let the Witch of Death descend," he said, his hand piercing through, causing the Blood Pope to widen his eyes in shock. He felt his heart being tightly grasped, as if electricity were coursing through his body, rendering him unable to move.
Then, he was pushed over, falling in front of Ahtal.
"Cough, why?" the Blood Pope struggled, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, and turned to look at the God of Blood, his eyes filled with... anger and incomprehension.
However, the God of Blood did not glance at the Blood Pope even once. Instead, he turned his gaze towards Ahtal and said:
"If you cannot summon the Witch of Death, all of you will die."
Of course he was willing to sacrifice the Blood Pope in order to survive, even though the beings capable of becoming a deity’s partner were few, and a certain level of understanding of the respective Dao was necessary to qualify as a deity’s partner.
At that moment, however, he did not care about the issue of partners. As long as he could survive, for him who possessed endless time, he could eventually find a more suitable partner.
For now, he could only temporarily compromise and sacrifice his own partner.
"Heh... don’t worry, how could I deceive you," Xi Mu crouched down, observing the still struggling Blood Pope, attempting to free himself from the constriction of blood clots.
He supported the Blood Pope by the nape of his neck.
"If you must blame something, blame your own poor choice of deity."
"Hehehehe!" The Blood Pope suddenly laughed, looking at Ahtal’s indifferent gaze, his expression suddenly becoming fierce, "I curse you, one day you will lose your beloved and die at the hands of the one you love."
"Is that so?" Xi Mu responded coolly, using the Sword of Light in his hand to pierce through the heart of the Blood Pope, who was quickly devoured by the Ash Fire.
The God of Blood showed an anticipative expression.
Then, he saw Ahtal drawing the Sword of Light and swinging it forcefully towards him, the light engulfing his vision.
"Boom!" A pillar of light pierced the atmosphere, cutting through the thick clouds in the sky and revealing the figure behind them – not Ahtal, but a being resembling Ahtal. He rode an eight-legged horse, holding a long spear, his one eye filled with a frenzied will to burn everything, like the King of Ash from a distant and endless future.
Meanwhile, Xi Mu and Mist took the opportunity to mount a summoned mare, grabbing hold of Michael’s collar, and sped towards the horizon, vanishing in an instant.
"Cough cough cough Ahtal, have you truly considered the consequences of deceiving a deity?" a cold voice suddenly echoed, as the damaged temple surged with blood, forming into the God of Blood.
He was not yet dead.
A god, even one close to death, remains a deity.
"Ahtal, who are you?" the God of Blood raised his head, following the sensation of the presence to look up at the one-eyed Ahtal in the sky, soon falling into silence.
Indeed, whether it was the presence or appearance, both matched Ahtal unequivocally, and the presence of the eight-legged horse more so confirmed Ahtal’s identity.
But he was certain that this was not the Ahtal he knew. If Ahtal were so formidable and dangerous...
And at that moment,
the sky’s Ahtal’s sole eye moved, looking at the God of Blood as if sizing up an insignificant ant, with eyes seeming to contain flames that could burn everything to ashes, sending chills down one’s spine.
The atmosphere became tense.
The God of Blood, under that stare, didn’t dare to move, fearing he would be speared to death, and the sky’s one-eyed Ahtal also made no move, but his aura grew more dangerous and real, as if stepping out of a painting.
But soon,
"It’s the source of fear, isn’t it?" the God of Blood realized, but he also missed the chance to pursue Ahtal, as the eight-legged horse ran too fast, now unclear where it had escaped to.
And his condition was too weak.
He was already close to dying, and then being struck head-on by the Sword of Light, he completely entered a dying state.
Now, he truly had no power to reverse his fate.
"My partner," the God of Blood focused on the ground, looking at the Blood Pope, turned into ash, harbouring intense hatred for Ahtal within his heart.
If Ahtal hadn’t made him sacrifice the Blood Pope, he wouldn’t have lost a partner; if Ahtal hadn’t ambushed him with the Sword of Light, he wouldn’t have stepped so quickly towards death.
If Ahtal hadn’t deceived the God of Fear, causing him to lose the protection of the source of fear, he wouldn’t have fallen to his current plight.
However, it was all too late to recover.
The God of Blood crouched down, and the moment his fingers touched the ground’s ashes, the Great Sword of Death pierced through his chest, pinning the God of Blood to the ground like a nail.
Miss Black Blade looked indifferent, standing on the God of Blood, she pulled out the Great Sword of Death, with blood gushing out soaking her black robe.
In this world, the one who holds the deepest concept of death capable of reaching the level of slaying gods, was undoubtedly Miss Black Blade, renowned as the Blade that pierces through gods, Miss Black Blade, equally capable of imposing the concept of death on gods.
And this also meant that Miss Black Blade, in theory, could slay gods as long as the god did not resist and was in a weakened state.
That could be a fatal strike.
The god was dead.
Miss Black Blade stepped back a few steps, turned into an illusion and disappeared from the spot, and the moment she vanished,
"Boom!" The curse burst forth suddenly, like a flash flood, vast amounts of blood flowed out from the Temple of Blood.
And as if stimulated by the curse,
the sky’s one-eyed Ahtal also reacted, he gripped the spear in his hand, his sole eye locking onto the Goddess of Lies in the City of Blood.
The two exchanged glances,
"Boom!" The spear thrust forward, carrying the Ash Fire, setting the entire City of Blood ablaze.
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Meanwhile,
Elsewhere,
on an endless snowy field, suddenly reflections of giant dragons appeared, the Hunter unconsciously looked up, seeing hundreds of dragons flying overhead.
"I didn’t expect the Church of Blood to actually ask us for aid." The leading dragon flapped his wings, gazing towards the direction of the Temple of Blood.
"It seems they also know some troublesome information."
"Capturing Ahtal would be good," another dragon replied, his voice filled with composure.
As dragons, they wouldn’t each go down individually; knowing Ahtal had the ability to slay ordinary dragons, they had already decided to overpower him with absolute strength.
Thus, they dispatched hundreds of immensely powerful dragons all at once, even if Ahtal were extraordinarily talented, he could not possibly stand a chance.
