After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 238 - 82: In order to... the majority, the minority must be sacrificed
Prophecy.
No... More accurately, it should be called a notification.
An aspirant saintess from the Church of Destiny issued a proclamation to the Kingdom of Gomorrah: a mad demon of destruction was rapidly approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah.
Yet, in reality, this notification held little significance. High temperatures from the sky melted the accumulated snow, and the sun parallel to the ground grew larger and larger, scorching the eyes of whoever tried to gaze upon it.
Only a select few with formidable strength could protect their eyes with magic power, resisting the sun that burned their eyes, to clearly see the true identity of the approaching sun.
"...Ahtal?" Anfis murmured softly, disbelieving his own sight. This disbelief stemmed from his role as a bard who had promoted Ahtal’s rise to hero status, but also because Ahtal... was not supposed to be a deity.
Indeed, even though the aspirant saintess from the Church of Destiny propagated that the source of the calamity approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah was a mad demon,
But with his vision, he could discern that the being approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah was a divine being, not the so-called demon of destruction.
"What exactly is going on?" He muttered to himself and vanished from the spot, planning to seek out the aspirant saintess from the Church of Destiny for a talk.
At this moment, everyone in the Kingdom of Gomorrah felt fear towards the looming disaster and began fleeing with their families.
However, there simply wasn’t enough time.
In a state of panic, the residents pushed, trampled, and cursed, trying every means to escape, and there were also many fearless thieves who took the opportunity to infiltrate noble homes and steal valuable treasures.
The thieves were gambling that someone would stop the approaching demon of destruction, and this chaos would offer them a chance to get rich and escape poverty.
As if in response,
The sun nearing the Kingdom of Gomorrah slowed its advance, as if its path had been blocked by someone.
"Boom—"
A man fell from the sky, the impact causing the ground beneath his feet to collapse, spiderweb cracks spreading for dozens of meters around him.
He came to a halt in front of the source of fear.
"Let’s talk, source of fear." The man gazed at the source of fear before him, his eyes revealing a hint of earnestness.
This was only natural.
The presence standing before him had materialized from fantasy, the closest being to Ragnarok. If ignited, it could rise to greatness,
Reducing this world to ashes.
"Demon?" The source of fear recognized the man’s identity, rarely speaking for the first time. Having materialized from fantasy, he possessed reason, a rationality stronger than that of most people, it was just... difficult for others to comprehend.
With the goal of burning this world to the ground, his reason and thought revolved around this singular objective.
And to others, this was madness.
"Not quite yet, I suppose." Waving his hand dismissively, the demon cracked a smile, "Retreat now, and I won’t kill you."
"..." The source of fear did not respond. Its long spear swung, and in return, the demon made a gesture, bringing his index and middle fingers together and waving them at the source of fear.
"Boom!" Flames engulfed the world, only to be split instantly by an invisible cleave, severing the earth in two in a blink.
"Ha~ So there’s no room for negotiation after all." The demon sighed, feeling... anticipation at the prospect of battling the source of fear.
Even though he had only reclaimed a portion of his soul and his power had not fully recovered, it was still enough to deal with the source of fear.
"Shatter into... fragments." He grinned, pressing a finger against the void, and countless slashes were born out of nowhere.
From a distance, it appeared as though countless fine lines had emerged, sprawling across the land and sky, dividing all tangible and intangible things in that moment.
Meanwhile,
Elsewhere,
In the Kingdom of Gomorrah.
The palace.
As the end of the kingdom approached,
The King consulted with his ministers on how to deal with the imminent source of fear.
"Please evacuate immediately." Suna addressed the King and the nobles present, seriously explaining the dangerous situation, "The source of fear cannot be delayed for long."
"But we simply don’t have enough time to escape." The King sat on his throne in distress, tapping his temples with his fingertips.
"Can’t we really ask the gods to descend?"
Suna shook her head slightly.
"But without the help of the gods, won’t we all die?" A princess in formal attire ran out, grabbing Suna’s garment, pleading:
"Saintess, please implore the gods once more."
Nobody present doubted the prophecy delivered by Suna, for as an aspirant saintess, she was essentially a spokesperson for the Three Goddesses of Fate.
Thus, when Suna announced the approaching demon of destruction, they all fell into despair. Escape was futile against the demon of destruction that could wipe out a nation with a mere thrust of its spear.
Escaping was meaningless.
In this world... aside from the powerful, the most common mode of transportation for the masses was the carriage.
And the speed of a carriage was simply insufficient.
"The will of the goddesses isn’t something I can change." Suna chose her words with care, looking around the room, "However, I shall do my best to delay the approach of the demon of destruction."
With that, she walked towards the exit of the royal palace.
In terms of common sense, she really shouldn’t advise the residents of the Kingdom of Gomorrah to evacuate but should focus on investigating the Dusk Cult.
...
...
At the same time,
Atop an unnamed mountain peak,
"What enviable power." Xi Mu held a follower of the Dusk Cult by the neck with one hand, squeezing forcefully. Amidst the sound of a snapping neck, the struggling cultist’s eyes rolled back, losing his life breath instantly.
