After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 328 - 117: The Reward of the Witch of Death_5
From hero to the hypocritical cultist spoken of by the people.
Some time later.
Xi Mu, who had negotiated terms with the Witch of Death, stepped out of the castle once again. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he approached Caroline.
"The Witch of Death has offered...a condition," he said, his gaze icy. "If I slay one believer of All Gods, she will allow three believers to live."
"Huh?" Caroline stalled, finding the proposition different from what she had expected, yet somehow it made sense.
"I refused," Xi Mu turned away, his back facing Caroline, "To kill a few for the sake of the many, it’s too bizarre."
"The Witch of Death has allowed me not to partake in the battle of the Country of Art, and I have no intention of staying in the Country of Art,"
he waved his hand dismissively.
"You may go."
"Wait, Lord Ahtal." Caroline instinctively reached out to grasp Ahtal’s wrist, but she was hit in the abdomen by a storm, which sent her flying towards the direction of the Country of Art.
"Hmph!" The red-haired woman with tattooed arms snorted in annoyance at the persistently bothersome woman.
Meanwhile.
Elsewhere.
Caroline, blown away by the storm, flew toward the barrier of the Country of Art like a hurled stone. However, just as she was about to strike the barrier, which could withstand the forces of the Church of Death, it collapsed with a thunderous sound.
Her thrown body smoothly entered the Country of Art.
"Boom!" Caroline crashed down onto the plaza. After regaining her strength and standing up, what she saw was... Hell.
"Hahaha, run, hide, scream!" A murderous madman with dual blades rampaged through the square, killing indiscriminately. The chaotic scent of death revealed his identity as a cultist.
The Church of Death had successfully invaded the Country of Art.
In the distance, more cultists were flooding in, launching a full-scale attack on the Country of Art.
She couldn’t stay here any longer.
Caroline clenched her teeth, wanting to turn and run, but she came face to face with a cultist. It was a Shark Girl arrogantly bearing a serrated greatsword, her delicate face lifted in pride.
"Ha~ a fish that slipped through the net." The Shark Girl raised her serrated greatsword. Caroline, scared stiff, took out a certificate from the Church of the Goddess of Life.
"I am a novice nun of Church of Life, please don’t kill me."
"..." The Shark Girl’s expression stiffened, looking at the nervous human woman with sweat on her forehead, she pulled a mouth corner.
Then, she swung her blade down.
Blood splattered as Caroline was bisected, yet she didn’t die instantly, retaining her conscious awareness and feeling intense pain.
As long as the member of the Church of Death didn’t imbue their attack with the power of death, it wouldn’t easily result in death.
"Since you are a follower of the Goddess of Life, you can heal yourself, right?" After saying this, the Shark Girl turned and left to find another opponent.
"Aaah... it hurts so much!" Caroline cried in pain, crawling to grab her severed lower half and pouring a Magic Potion for healing wounds into herself, forcibly reattaching her lower body whilst enduring the agony.
Then she began to flee.
Flames engulfed every corner of the city. Everywhere she looked was slaughter and despair; no one... well, very few exceptions.
Followers of the Goddess of Life would not be attacked, but they were incapable of turning the tide, only able to attempt to heal and help the city’s residents to escape.
As for fighting back against the Church of Death... no, as soon as the followers of the Goddess of Life took action, the followers of death would mercilessly retaliate.
This would only lead to the followers of the Goddess of Life being unable to assist more people, resulting in even more deaths.
And at that moment.
"Enough, it ends here."
A man’s voice suddenly spread throughout the Country of Art, making the fleeing Caroline stop in her tracks. She saw Ahtal walking alone at the end of the burning path, followed by a Shark Girl. The two, one after the other, stepped into the chaotic battlefield.
Then, the fighting ceased abruptly.
The cultists, who had been killing without restraint, seem to have received some orders, obediently withdrew their hands, but they didn’t choose to leave the Country of Art. Instead, they started to assemble behind Ahtal, forming an immense army of cultists.
"What exactly is happening?" Caroline blinked, watching the formidable army of the Church of Death approaching and instinctively stepped back, but she stumbled and fell to the ground.
"You... are really stubborn," Xi Mu said, looking down at Caroline, who had fallen to the ground, and held out his hand.
"Did you really break through the barrier of the Country of Art by yourself?"
"I broke the barrier?" Caroline was stunned but still took Ahtal’s offered hand.
"Of course, I am joking." Xi Mu turned his head to look at the approaching army in the distance, drew back the Great Sword of Death, and marked a clear line on the ground.
The approaching army also stopped at the edge of the line.
"How to choose between the many and the few?"
"I...don’t know," Caroline answered, looking at the leaders of the Country of Art confronting Ahtal, feeling bewildered.
Why had the situation turned out this way?
"Then why not ask them what they would choose?" Xi Mu patted Caroline’s shoulder, whispered into her ear, "I will wait here for your answer."
