After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 279 - 99: The Source of Fear Upon Entering the High Heavens_2
It was now a case of adding insult to injury.
"Splitting Demon, why did you divide your own body?" the Goddess of Lies wore a puzzled expression as she asked the Splitting Demon.
Then, amidst the cold gaze of the Splitting Demon, reality... inverted, and blood suddenly burst from the chest of the Splitting Demon, revealing a deep, bone-deep wound.
Yet Ahtal remained completely uninjured.
What had happened?
The Splitting Demon couldn’t react immediately; he should have launched an attack at Ahtal, piercing through Ahtal’s chest.
"That is truly a bizarre... ability." He came to his senses, touched the wound with his finger, tasted the blood by licking it, and his demeanor softened.
The arrogance from the beginning was gone.
"Human, do you want to become my follower?" the Goddess of Lies smiled radiantly, looking at Ahtal who was touching his chest, and temptingly suggested:
"I can teach this guy a lesson for you."
Xi Mu showed a doubtful expression.
In response,
"Just as there are gaps between people," continued the Goddess of Lies with her invariably charming and beautiful smile, explaining to Ahtal.
"And beyond the limits of the human realm, there also exist vast disparities in power."
She pointed at the Splitting Demon with a light smile.
"Like this Splitting Demon here, quite weak, isn’t he?"
"..." The Splitting Demon’s eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and he quickly realized something was wrong with his condition, his power forcibly restrained by some unknown force.
After that,
"Bang!" Ahtal swung a punch that landed heavily on the Splitting Demon’s nose, and with a burst of blood, the Splitting Demon flew backwards, rolling several times on the ground.
The atmosphere became tense.
"Happy now?" the Goddess of Lies smiled sweetly, looking at Ahtal’s bloodied fist, "If you become my follower, punching demons will be no problem in the future."
This time, Xi Mu finally showed an intrigued expression, but he still did not agree outright.
"Ahtal, think it over carefully," the Goddess of Lies was not in a hurry and gently tapped her chin with her finger, her cherry lips voicing tempting suggestions.
"Perhaps one day you may have the chance to become my partner and share the authority of a deity with me."
"Stop it, stop it, stop it." Xi Mu covered his face, feeling helpless against the Goddess of Lies’ continuous seductions.
He looked towards the Splitting Demon not far away, changing the subject:
"About your desire to see the Witch of Death, I will ask for the Witch of Death’s opinion, but you should be psychologically prepared."
He revealed a malicious smile.
"Don’t even think of challenging the Witch of Death. Even in her avatar state, she’s not someone a riffraff demon like you could provoke."
"..." The Splitting Demon wasn’t concerned about Xi Mu’s words, his focus was entirely on his miserable defeat.
"The gap in power between me and the deities can’t possibly... be that large." He touched his bleeding nose, his pupils contracting violently.
He was already back at his peak state, yet he was effortlessly beaten, his power temporarily sealed. Although he could quickly unseal it with his capability, that time was enough for the Goddess of Lies to have killed him a thousand times over.
Xi Mu withdrew his gaze, not too concerned about the near-catatonic Splitting Demon, and said to the Goddess of Lies:
"Give us three hours to evacuate, and then you can lift the seal on the Source of Fear."
"I can’t guarantee the Source of Fear will definitely head to the high heavens," said the Goddess of Lies radiantly, looking at the concealed passageway in the sky.
To this, Xi Mu simply nodded and replied:
"Don’t worry, I will prepare in advance." With these words, he summoned his mare and left under the watchful eye of the Goddess of Lies.
Seeing this, the Goddess of Lies chuckled softly. She knew Ahtal had begun to waver, and with continued effort, she could undermine the wall of the Goddess of Life.
With Ahtal’s Talent and abilities, as long as he followed the same path as her, until they became partners, he was sure to help her greatly expand her domain of lies.
Moreover, she could acquire a powerful partner.
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Two hours later,
in the country nearest to the Temple of Plague,
inside a tavern,
"If the Source of Fear doesn’t act according to the plan," Xi Mu sat at the table, looking around at everyone present: Eden, Mist, Suna, Sol, the Red Dragon King, and others, all seated together.
He picked up the wine cup from the table and took a sip, saying,
"Then I can only sacrifice this kingdom to summon the Witch of Death."
Suna: "..."
Why was this man so adamant about sacrificing the kingdom? But considering it was the last resort, she had no intention of saying more.
"The source of fear, the hostility towards the gods is much greater than that of humans." Eden said consolingly. She felt helpless about Ahtal frequently threatening to summon the Witch of Death to scare people, as she was one of the few who knew that Ahtal could easily summon the Witch of Death.
"Mm-hmm, makes sense!" Suna nodded repeatedly. When the All-Knowing Saintess herself spoke, then it must be true.
Otherwise, the situation could only edge towards being uncontrollable.
"Scaring you, huh?" Xi Mu laughed and flicked Suna’s forehead gently, then said,
"Come on, accompany me to meet the heroes"
"Mm." Suna responded softly, her expression changing to one of dignity and elegance, carrying an unfathomable air about her. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
As a candidate for the Saintess of Destiny, she... couldn’t let herself be easily seen through, although it didn’t matter much in front of acquaintances.
The two of them left the private room and met with the heroes, exchanging pleasantries and chatting until the sky caught fire.
Fire.
Flame.
Blaze.
Spirals of flame, like a roaring serpent, lunged towards the sky, piercing through and creating a pathway.
The source of fear left this world.
But soon, an unexpected event occurred: a powerful follower of the Dusk Cult, turned into a burning flame, plunged into the passageway, hot on the trail of the source of fear.
But that was inconsequential, the headaches were for the gods to bear.
"It’s over." Xi Mu stood by the window, finishing the strong liquor in his cup in one gulp, exhaling a breath, revealing a relaxed smile.
Next, he would have to forcefully advance the game version.
To let life and death overlap.
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...
Meanwhile,
in the passageway to the high heavens,
the source of fear rode the eight-legged divine steed, wielding a long spear in one hand and carrying the God of Fear in the other, advancing toward the high heavens.
Just as it was about to step into the high heavens, a ball of fire caught up close and was immediately impaled by the spear, revealing the true form of the flames.
It was a dwarven woman, her gaze fervent as she looked at the source of fear, ignoring her pierced body, and opened her arms wide.
"Ah, please eat me,"
she said with an expectant smile.
"Become the King of Ash that will burn this world."
"..." The source of fear gazed at the frenzied follower of the Dusk Cult as if it were eating a skewer, bringing the impaled dwarven woman to its mouth, then without hesitation, took a bite, blood splattering forth.
The Ash Fire also enveloped the source of fear following this.
A moment later, the flames died out.
The state of the source of fear changed, the flames it used transformed into... the Ash Fire, a true flame meant to burn the world.
Passing through the pathway, it reached the high heavens.
The scene was not quite what was envisioned. This place did not possess an abundance of buildings constructed for sheer beauty and opulence.
Compared to the cities below, it was very similar; humans, dwarves, elves, dragons, fairies, and other creatures were still the majority here. However, compared to the creatures of the lower realms, those here generally possessed great strength, and exuded an impressive presence and style in their attire.
"I can’t let you cause trouble with that child’s face." A gentle voice filled with motherhood came forth, and upon hearing it, the source of fear without hesitation flung the spear, thrusting violently towards the source of the voice.
However, before the spear could hit the enemy, his consciousness began to blur, and through the haze, he saw a vague female silhouette. Even though it wasn’t clear, the blurred outline conveyed a sense of encompassing motherhood and gentleness.
It was as if she was the embodiment of the concept of the perfect woman.
No... more precisely, she represented the concept of the perfect woman, the good notions that people have about femininity.
She was born of them.
