After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 329 - 118: The Condition is to Release the Witch of Death, How About It?

The cold wind blew outside the window.

The Witch of Death sat elegantly by the window, with Sharon in her black latex outfit beside her, hands folded in front of her lower abdomen as if she were a personal maid.

Gazing in the direction of the Country of Art, she could clearly see the burning fires.

"Witch of Death, why do you do such things?"

"..."

The Witch of Death didn’t respond, her sapphire-like eyes revealed perplexity, and Sharon, seeing this, sighed and asked,

"Why let Ahtal personally take care of the Country of Art’s hierarchy?"

Because it was his plan.

The Witch of Death picked up the teacup on the table, gracefully sipped, then coldly asked, "Humans, what do you think my reasons are?"

Sharon thought for a moment, her lower lip caught between her teeth, "Is it to ensure Ahtal has no way back, and can only follow you completely?"

Not undeserving of the name Witch of Death, as long as Ahtal kept making an enemy of the Church, he would eventually become an outcast in this world, and have no choice but to fully integrate into the Church of Death, becoming the Witch of Death’s person. Moreover, this process wouldn’t take very long.

"...Correct, that’s it." The Witch of Death fell silent for a moment, then calmly acknowledged, and this made Sharon reveal an unwilling expression, but she was powerless to do anything. Even though she guessed the thoughts of the Witch of Death, she couldn’t stop Ahtal from embracing her, for the Witch of Death employed an overt plot.

Meanwhile.

In the Country of Art.

On the wide streets.

Ahtal stood at the forefront, with the turbulent flow of air from the flames stirring his black hair at the front, and the Great Sword of Death planted in the ground beside him, reflecting the army of the City of Art opposite.

The Church of Death and the native powerhouses of the Country of Art faced each other off.

And just then.

Caroline ran out from the ranks of the opposing army, her expression tense as she approached Ahtal, her aristocratic grace gone, replaced by sheer anxiety.

"Ahtal, we really cannot accept this condition," she lowered her head, "Please reconsider."

After returning to the ranks of the Country of Art, she negotiated with everyone, and the proposal to sacrifice a few for the survival of the majority was unanimously rejected by the upper echelons of the City of Art, stating that even if they all died in battle, they wouldn’t compromise to such a proposal.

Otherwise, this moral dilemma would be enough to destroy the Country of Art, and after all, the Church of Death was a Cult, whose words were obviously untrustworthy.

So rejection was the natural course of action.

"Is that so?" Xi Mu nodded slightly, lifted the Great Sword of Death from the ground, instantly tightening the atmosphere, with Caroline stepping back several paces in fear. She could feel the followers of the Church of Death behind Ahtal getting restless, poised to launch another massacre, and she would be the first to suffer.

"The Witch of Death also offered an alternative proposal." Xi Mu raised the Great Sword of Death, pointing it at the high-ranking officials of the Country of Art, "I will battle with the warriors of the Country of Art. If you can kill me, then the Church of Death will retreat. But if I slay all of you, that would also achieve the sacrifice of a few."

"Ah, you against all the powerhouses of the Country of Art on your own?" Caroline couldn’t believe her ears, wondered if she had misheard, then she realized the benefits of this proposal. As long as the higher-ups of the Country of Art cooperated in slaying Ahtal, the crisis of the Country of Art would be easily resolved.

"It’s a solution with no other way out, I suppose." Xi Mu shook his head, smiled shallowly at Caroline, "But I won’t hold back, I hope you understand that."

"Yes." Caroline nodded quickly, then walked back to her own camp to relay Ahtal’s words.

Afterward, many of the leaders of the Country of Art came to the same thought, was Ahtal seeking death?

Otherwise, why would he wish to face everyone alone.

"Really lucky, huh? Never thought we could survive through such means." A man with a clown face painted on his face let out a laugh of one who survived a calamity; they were so many in number, even if Ahtal was powerful, it was impossible for him to defeat them all.

They were practically bound to win.

"Does Ahtal no longer wish to live?" A woman wearing an asymmetrical dress glanced at Ahtal and speculated on the mental state of this world-renowned hero.

"I reckon so... probably." Someone suddenly spoke up, drawing the attention of all present, a woman with golden hair wearing a sumptuous gown, her lower face obscured by a folding fan, her eyes downcast.

"The Witch of Death might indeed have made this proposal, but whether the Church of Death will abide by it is another matter. Suppose we kill Ahtal, then it’s very likely we will face an attack from the Church of Death."

"And if we are all slain by Ahtal, then losing its leadership, the Country of Art could also be taken in by the Church of Death, indirectly fulfilling the sacrifice of a few for the many to be saved."

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Everyone exchanged glances, understanding the unreliability behind this proposal.

However.

"We have no other choice." A woman wearing pink armor and a mask shook her head, drawing the knight’s sword from her waist, "And to fight to the death with a hero known throughout the world, even our deaths would be worth it!"

"May the goddess bless us." The man with the clown makeup let out a wry laugh, pulling out two daggers from his waist and performing a few knife tricks.