After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 242 - 83: Kick You to Death with One Hoof_2
He swept the hair from his forehead, his smile malevolent.
"Would you all be willing to play the villain with me, to announce to all the citizens that we will sacrifice them to the Witch of Death, and then let the Dusk Cult play the hero?"
"And we will become the villains who sacrificed the hero."
Of course, that was no problem.
Since they did not have to die, but rather the evil Dusk Cult had to, they naturally agreed.
So, both the King and the civil officials and knights present did not hesitate to respond.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
The plan was confirmed, and it was to be implemented immediately.
Under the oppression of death, actions were carried out with an efficiency beyond imagination, and within less than two hours, the decision of the upper class had been disseminated among all the citizens.
The sacrifice of the commoners in exchange for the intervention of the Witch of Death.
The upper-class nobles could all survive, while the lower-class commoners had to... die, becoming the bargaining chip for the nobles’ survival.
And the person to implement this plan was Ahtal.
The hero in people’s mouths.
...
...
At this moment.
This instant.
In the colossal central square of the kingdom.
The statue of the Goddess of Justice loomed large, and Xi Mu sat cross-legged on her shoulder, his gaze indifferent as he surveyed the commoners below.
Insults.
Curses.
Crying.
Despair.
All sorts of expressions, all sorts of emotions fell into his sight, but this did not shake him; he just found these NPCs a bit noisy.
And just then.
"Ahtal, you demon!" a little girl yelled as she suddenly threw a rotten egg, but before it could reach Ahtal, it spontaneously combusted into ash.
"Shut up!" members of the Knight Order surrounding the square immediately sprang into action, pinning the little girl to the ground.
Although the art style of this world was very similar to the medieval era, the disparity in martial strength was extremely uneven—similar to the situation in modern times, where commoners could hardly oppose a military force with firearms.
And in this world, commoners naturally could not contend with knights endowed with magic power; even if they all rebelled together, they could hardly inflict any real damage upon the knights.
To this, Xi Mu was not bothered, cradling his cheek in one hand as he watched the controlled civilians below, then he closed his eyes.
He appeared to be resting, heedless to the cruel scene unfolding before him.
...
...
An hour later, after Ahtal stepped out of the Royal Palace.
"Ahtal, do you really plan to sacrifice this country?" Suna said, hands on her knees, panting:
"By doing this, you will lose..." Before she could finish, Ahtal interrupted her.
"Being a hero isn’t important, right?"
Suna: "..."
"Do you have a better plan?" Xi Mu asked. "As long as you can bring down a deity, I’ll stop the plan immediately."
Suna bit her lip, unable to reply.
"I thought as much." Xi Mu sighed, and explained to Suna, "I’ve changed the sacrifice to the followers of the Dusk Cult. However, attracting those people here will take some time. We need to delay the advance of the source of fear."
He gave Suna her orders.
"Go collect the Splitting Demon’s souls, and try to restore its strength as much as possible to delay the source of fear’s advance."
"But I don’t know where the souls of the Splitting Demon are." Suna looked conflicted. "And I don’t have a way to quickly travel to various places to collect the souls of the Splitting Demon."
"No, you can." Xi Mu summoned a small mare, looked at the beast’s large body, and said to Suna:
"Your partner will help you."
"..."
The small mare shuffled her hooves on the ground, a look of confusion in her eyes. What had happened? What was she supposed to help Suna with?
Unclear.
"Partner, I’m counting on you from here on out." Xi Mu didn’t explain but patted the small mare’s neck, then turned and left.
Leaving Suna and the small mare gazing at each other.
"Anyway... it’s all to save the world." Suna pondered, then succinctly explained, "We’re going to all parts of the world to find the Demon’s soul."
She promptly climbed onto the loomingly large back of the mare.
"Let’s go, partner."
Who said you’re my partner?
The small mare shook her body discontentedly. Merely a human, and to think she was fit to be her partner. But she was just slightly disgruntled.
Nevertheless, she complied with Suna’s request to seek the Demon’s soul.
"For now, let’s head that way!" Suna pointed in a direction. "The Goddess has granted me insight..."
Before she could finish.
"Boom!" A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, and the stone-paved ground buckled into spiderweb cracks, within the blink of an eye, landscapes reversed, and they found themselves in a strange place.
From Suna’s viewpoint, the scenery switched frame by frame—each time a new and foreign landscape, the speed was unimaginably fast.
This was the steed the world hailed as the fastest.
...
...
Meanwhile.
Elsewhere.
Within a noble’s estate in Donoma Royal City.
In the basement.
"What shall we do?" A follower of the Dusk Cult intertwined his fingers, elbows resting on the table, asking his peers.
"If Ahtal really succeeds in the sacrifice and summons the Witch of Death, our plan will fail."
"The Witch of Death might not be able to defeat the source of fear, right?" someone countered. "After all, the Witch of Death is still sealed at the threshold of life and death, nowhere near her full power."
"The God of Blood thought the same." Another Dusk Cult follower interjected, a smirk twisting their mouth, "You saw the result, barely escaped being pricked to death by a mere fingertip from the Witch of Death; it’s not certain that the source of fear would be any stronger than the God of Blood."
