After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 220 - 74: My Apprentice, You’ve Worried Your Master
"God is dead."
A light laugh spread through the clouds.
Eden, standing on a cloud, looked toward the source of the voice and saw the figure of the Goddess of Lies emerging. She had her hands clasped behind her back, smiling as she gazed at the world aflame in the distance.
"The one who killed the gods, it was Ahtal."
She turned her head and made eye contact with Eden.
"Retrieving Michael is permitted by All Gods, but... killing a deity, that is absolutely forbidden."
"It was Ahtal who killed the God of Blood," Eden said calmly, looking down at the source of fear riding the eight-legged horse.
She gently lowered her eyelids.
"But it could also not be Ahtal."
"Yes, as long as I am willing to change my story a little," the Goddess of Lies maintained her smile, looking at Eden wrapped in her cloak and said:
"But I can’t think of any reason to cover up for Ahtal."
"What do you want me to do?" Eden asked calmly, and upon hearing this, the Goddess of Lies was slightly taken aback, her cheeks puffing up as she said:
"You cooperating like this takes away all the joy of victory."
She sighed, visibly disappointed.
"According to the normal progression of events, you should resist at first, then I say ’You don’t want Ahtal to be executed by All Gods,’ and then you would reluctantly surrender under my threat."
Eden: "..."
"Let’s just get to the point," the Goddess of Lies’s expression became serious, looking at Eden’s calm and cool face, "Do you really know the true nature of the God of Omniscience’s powers?"
"Do you truly wish to betray the God of Omniscience?" Eden countered. In the silence of the Goddess of Lies, she turned and disappeared into the mist on the spot.
Leaving behind a sentence.
"When you’ve truly thought this question through, come find me."
"..."
The Goddess of Lies was silent for a moment, not yet having adjusted her mood, when she suddenly felt the air become hot.
Spear piercing through the atmosphere, carrying the flames that burned the world.
"Ah... why stab me again!" The goddess’s cry of pain emanated from the clouds, accompanied by the blazing fire consuming the sky, as if dyeing it a crimson red.
The source of fear withdrew his gaze, the spear automatically appeared in his hand, and he continued to persecute all life he encountered.
Madness... no, unexpectedly, the embodiment of madness, the source of fear, carried a chilling rationality. Everything he did was with the goal of burning down this world, making his actions appear very logical and devoid of the madness people would expect.
After a while.
Mountains turned to ashes.
Rivers dried up.
Strange creatures dissipated into the blue smoke.
The source of fear, riding the eight-legged horse, holding the God of Fear in one hand and the spear in the other, moved through the sky ablaze with fire and descended upon an endless snowy wasteland.
Then, he found himself surrounded by dragons.
Hundreds of dragons obscured the sky, blocking every escape route, eyeing the one-eyed Ahtal with malice.
They then fell silent.
Ah... perhaps they had made a mistake.
The confusion showed in the eyes of the lead dragon. They had come to persecute a thief who had stolen the power of dragons.
Not the great being before them.
"Excuse us, we were just passing through," the lead dragon spoke, his voice humble, showing extreme respect.
"Make way, don’t block Lord Ahetar’s path!"
In an instant.
The dragons made way, without any hesitation, now full of confusion and unease.
The object of their persecution was right before their eyes, but they no longer harbored any intention of pursuing it; in fact, they wanted to flee.
To them, Ahtal at this moment, holding the nape of the God of Fear’s neck in one hand, had a presence even more terrifying than the gods themselves, his single eye carrying a cold indifference to everything.
For them to fight him would be no different from committing suicide.
However.
The source of fear raised his spear, and the assembled dragons instantly reacted, fleeing in different directions—some towards the boundless skies, some burrowed deep into the ground, and others flew close to the surface to escape.
But...it was too late.
The spear swung down mercilessly, the intense fire instantaneously engulfing everything, blooming a crimson flower of death on the boundless snowy expanse.
All but a few dragons skilled in escaping turned to ash in an instant.
After doing all this.
The source of fear left on the eight-legged horse, and the God of Fear he was holding was beyond dejected.
Normally, the source of fear could only move within the world of oddities he opened, unable to pose a significant threat to the outside world. But the newly-born source of fear grabbed him and took him out of the world of oddities.
This was undoubtedly a terrifying occurrence; this incarnation of the source of fear was born to burn the world and bore hostility towards all life.
Just imagine.
With the power of a deity and malice towards all living things, he was like a mobile catastrophe.
Everywhere he passed was doomed to become ashes.
...
...
Meanwhile.
In a strange mountain range covered in snow.
Midway up the mountain.
Mist lowered her head and gently gathered the red hair falling by her ear, looking at the weary Ahtal leaning on her shoulder, she whispered:
"Lord Ahtal, are you feeling better?"
"My magic power should recover by tomorrow," Xi Mu explained, then turned his gaze to Michael, who was observing them both with a gentle smile.
After a moment’s thought.
"Actually, I can take care of myself now," he said, trying to support himself off the ground and not lean on Mist’s shoulder.
However.
"Lord Ahtal, please don’t strain yourself," Mist placed her hand on Ahtal’s shoulder, then said with surprise in her eyes.
