After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 232 - 79: The Gods Refuse to Descend
"Is the environment secure?" Xi Mu feigned contemplation, gazing into Suna’s pleading eyes, and sighed:
"Alright, a little investigation isn’t a big waste of time."
"Then I’ll go apply for assistance." Suna breathed a sigh of relief, finding Ahtal surprisingly agreeable, which was... relaxing.
However, she soon thought of something.
"Ahtal, do you want to find companions to help as well?"
"Find companions to help?" Xi Mu laughed dismissively, "We just need to enter dreams, relieve the God of Fear of his dread for the King of Ash. We’re not expecting any fierce combat, so there’s no need to call them over for help."
He observed Suna’s hesitant expression.
"If there’s truly any trouble, I will contact Mist to come and assist."
"Hmm." Suna revealed a slight smile, her confidence in Mist’s strength unwavering. A formidable character wielding the power of the "Chaos" Witch was sure to be an effective counter to the Dusk Cult.
With that thought, she stretched out her hand to pull Ahtal up and hurriedly dragged him out of the inn to inspect the town.
In the streets.
There were few pedestrians.
Suna carefully surveyed the surroundings and noticed nothing abnormal. The residents of the town were all ordinary people, not even versed in Magic Power.
"It seems there are no problems," Xi Mu’s voice was gentle, with a hint of indifference, his gaze not thoroughly serious as he observed his surroundings.
Suna, standing beside him, pursed her lips, feeling anxious about Ahtal’s nonchalance.
She was very aware that the Dusk Cult had its sights set on the source of fear, but she lacked direct evidence unless she revealed her own abilities to Ahtal.
"Even if this town doesn’t, we should check other places as well." Suna clenched her teeth, "Let’s explore the surrounding areas too."
Xi Mu tilted his head, sizing up the serious Suna, his gaze shifting from nonchalant to earnest.
He seemed to understand Suna’s anxiety.
"Alright, we’ll thoroughly investigate the surroundings." As he spoke, his lips moved slightly, and shadows began to wriggle behind him, with a dozen magical wolves crawling out.
He then commanded the wolves.
"Find all creatures endowed with Magic Power."
"Howl~" The magical wolves responded, turned into afterimages, and scattered in all directions. With their keen sense of smell and hunting instincts, they possessed excellent scouting abilities.
Not long after. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The magical wolves sent back intelligence; an anomaly was detected in the neighboring town.
"You are quite the capable candidate for Saintess; your judgment may be correct." Xi Mu summoned a small mare, led Suna onto the horse, and moved closer to the neighboring town.
Their hooves trod upon the air, entering the boundless sky.
Moments later, the two of them arrived above the neighboring town, hidden behind clouds, observing the town as it smoked with cooking fires.
In the plaza.
"Pali, why the long face?" A dwarf clad in black armor sat down on a bench by the plaza and turned to the dwarven lass sitting beside him.
The dwarven lass shook her head, her gaze focused on the center of the plaza, where the town’s inhabitants were gathered around a bonfire, praying.
After a moment of silence, she said:
"Ahtal has grown stronger, and it seems even less likely that I’ll be able to kill him with my own hands."
The story of Ahtal heading to the Temple of Blood to reclaim his friend had spread across the world.
Not only did he oppose a divine consort, but he also indirectly caused the death of the God of Blood, various factors combined, turning Ahtal into a legend.
A man who fought against gods and emerged unscathed.
This feat, in any era, would be remarkable – the name Ahtal was instantly brought up whenever one spoke of mortals who defied gods.
About this.
"You’re still hung up on that man?" The dwarf clad in black armor couldn’t help shaking his head, pulled out a cigarette, and rubbed his fingers together, igniting a Sulter’s flame at his fingertips to light the cigarette.
He smiled reassuredly.
"I reckon he has already forgotten about you."
"..."
The dwarven lass’s face stiffened, she grabbed the large hammer beside her and forcefully struck the black-armored dwarf’s head, discontentedly saying:
"Have you completed your task?"
"Almost there, almost there!" The dwarf in black armor, unfazed by the hammer strike to his head – despite sparks flying, it caused him no harm – continued to casually puff on his cigarette.
"If I get a chance to meet Ahtal, I’ll casually help you out by slaughtering him and bringing his head back for you to play with."
"No need." The dwarven lass withdrew her hammer, slumped listlessly on the bench, and didn’t take her companion’s bragging seriously.
After all, Ahtal had opposed a god; he wasn’t someone ordinary people could defeat.
About that.
"Don’t imagine Ahtal to be too strong," the dwarf in black armor seemed to notice the thoughts of the dwarven lass.
He provided his analysis.
"Even though his exploits seem very glorious, a careful analysis reveals that Ahtal has never directly opposed any gods from beginning to end. The one who fought the Blood Pope was Mist, and the one who caused the death of the God of Blood was the source of fear."
"Even when fleeing with Michael, it was by relying on the eight-legged divine steed, not Ahtal’s own strength."
The dwarven lass’s demeanor improved a lot.
Thinking about it, it did seem reasonable. During the battle to recover Michael, Ahtal was more of a strategist than a warrior defeating the Blood Pope by his own hand; it was only by using strategy that the Blood Pope met his demise.
