After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 247 - 85 Density Demon

Swirling flames evaporated the rain into a fog, unknowingly blanketing Duonoma City, while occasional flashes of gunfire signaled that the battle was not over yet.

"Ahtal seems very pleased," she said.

Suna stood at the edge of a tall building, listening to Ahtal’s maniacal laughter, a subtle expression crossing her delicate face.

It almost felt like Ahtal was the villain.

"If I go disturb him now, won’t I get beaten up?" she asked, turning to a little mare beside her, only to see the mare roll her eyes at her before refocusing on the battle between the buildings.

The fight was about to end.

Boom! Dragon Breath pierced through the mist of Duonoma City, the spreading heat evaporating excess steams, clarifying the view.

Suna’s eyes widened, only to see Ahtal holding a head in one hand and hurling it toward her like a shooting star, his ferocious demeanor treating her as the target of his hunt.

"Wait, I am Su—"

"What?" Xi Mu landed beside Suna, his expression perplexed as he looked at the tense Suna and chuckled,

"Don’t worry, Sulter’s fire hasn’t made me lose my mind yet."

It felt like it was close though.

Suna patted her ample chest, silently ranting to herself—she had seen firsthand how crazy Ahtal could get.

But Ahtal seemed normal for now.

"Weren’t you collecting the souls of the Splitting Demons?" Xi Mu casually tossed the head he was holding down the building, watching as a few Knights skillfully ran over and picked up the falling head.

To have enough corpses for the sacrifice, they needed to collect enough bodies of the followers of the Dusk Cult, so as Ahtal killed, the Knights also collected bodies.

A subtle form of tacit understanding was reached between them.

"There’s no time to collect anymore, the deadline for the return from death is almost upon us," Suna explained, glancing at the corpse-picking Knights.

"Can the soul of the followers of the Dusk Cult really summon the Witch of Death?"

"How would you know without trying?" Xi Mu smiled, taking a bottle of Magic Potion and drinking it to restore his depleted Magic Power.

The little mare, hearing Ahtal nonchalantly lying, could not help but shake her head lightly—she knew Ahtal was the person who could summon the Witch of Death with just a parrot; there was no need to sacrifice a whole country or count how many offerings were needed.

It was entirely up to how many offerings Ahtal wanted.

"Even if the Witch of Death is summoned, it doesn’t mean much," Suna sighed, sadness flashing through her eyes.

"The damage caused by the Source of Fear is irrevocable." She had to undertake the return from death to save the nation destroyed by the Source of Fear.

Even if the Witch of Death truly had the power to resolve the Source of Fear, so long as she carried out the return from death, everything would revert to its original state.

To this, Xi Mu indifferently said, "Then we just need to kill them in advance, so no one can unleash the Source of Fear."

"Hmm," Suna gently smiled.

"Then let me tell you about the followers of the Dusk Cult’s intel and abilities," Xi Mu’s voice was calm as he began introducing the followers of the Dusk Cult he had encountered to Suna.

Suna listened very attentively.

This concerned whether she could reverse the past, to understand every notable follower of the Dusk Cult, to report the intel of the followers of the Dusk Cult to the Three Goddesses of Fate to gain more support, and to completely change her past fate.

A moment later.

Thud— The sound of horse hooves suddenly arose, interrupting the conversation between Ahtal and Suna, diverting their attention outward.

The thick fog enveloped Duonoma City without them noticing.

"Is this... the aura of a Demon?" Suna sensed something was off, instinctively getting closer to Ahtal, instinctively seeking someone reliable.

This Demon aura definitely wasn’t of the Splitting Demon; it came from an unknown Demon and was definitely hostile.

"Rather than calling it a Demon, it’s more of a Demon’s impersonator." Xi Mu glanced at Suna and calmly explained, "There are no more than five existing Demons; most are just impersonators."

He flexed his wrist.

"Though I say that, facing such an enemy, even I find it difficult," said Xi Mu.

"Should we retreat?" Suna blurted out instinctively, but saw Ahtal giving her a meaningful look.

"Why retreat?" Xi Mu’s smile was excited, "If we don’t know the enemy’s intel, how can we defeat them?"

You just want to fight him yourself.

This thought abruptly surfaced in Suna’s mind, and she immediately squashed it; she couldn’t question Ahtal with such a thought, considering he was risking his life to gather intel.

Not to mention that everything she had done so far had been following Ahtal’s plans.

"Then be careful," she whispered, watching Ahtal’s excited smile and couldn’t help but say,

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Xi Mu considered seriously, looking at Suna’s delicate face, "Once we resolve the Source of Fear, let’s go back home and get married."

"Huh?" Suna was slightly stunned, and before she could react, she saw Ahtal jump off the building, turning into a blaze and disappearing into the dense fog.

"Is that a confession?" she asked the little mare beside her, then had a realization and stomped her foot in displeasure.

"I meant to ask if you had any messages for your past self."

Now that her physical age was only fourteen years old, even if her mental age was sufficient, she couldn’t marry Ahtal, not to mention that Ahtal had an unclear relationship with Princess Letixia.