After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 330 - 118: What if the Condition is to Release the Witch of Death?_2

In fact, most of the powerful figures in the Country of Art had strategically relocated, taking their families and leaving without intending to make enemies of the Church of Death.

The crowd, originally gathered for the sake of art, found it very difficult to organize when faced with external threats.

Those who chose to stay had special feelings for the Country of Art.

Meanwhile...

"Lord Ahetar, is it really okay for you to face so many powerful enemies alone?" Shark Girl Kaschte stood on her tiptoes, her small jacket unable to contain her ample bust, which, with her movements, squeezed together even more as if purposely tempting the nearby Ahetar, although she herself seemed unaware of it.

She was purely concerned about Ahetar’s safety.

Xi Mu glanced at Shark Girl Kaschte beside him, her pretty face full of concern, and shook his head lightly:

"This is the decision of the Witch of Death, and it’s the way to minimize losses for the Country of Art; otherwise, we could only take the Country of Art by force."

"Taking the Country of Art by force wouldn’t be hard." Shark Girl Kaschte bared her sharp teeth in a grin, raised her sawtoothed greatsword and pointing at the opposing troops, challenged, "I don’t even need Lord Ahetar to lift a finger, I could kill them all by myself!"

"I don’t want to kill them all." Xi Mu, expressionless, tapped Shark Girl Kaschte on the head; he had no interest in killing those with pathetically low experience, he would just quickly reap the Elite Monsters of the Country of Art.

Shark Girl Kaschte rubbed her head and didn’t shout about wiping out everyone in the Country of Art anymore, even though she truly was confident that she could.

Those who joined the Church of Death and became its high-ranking members usually had violated the laws set by All Gods, using forbidden methods to exceed human limits, or they wished to obtain from the Church stronger means to become more powerful.

As a result, the quality of the powerhouses in the Church of Death was quite high.

"Let me take care of them, and it won’t be so hard for you, Lord Ahetar." She whispered.

It was clear she understood Ahetar’s predicament well.

"Don’t worry, I will win." Xi Mu spoke, then summoned his mare, mounted it, and charged toward the powerhouses of the Country of Art.

The horse’s hooves struck the ground, and the scenery changed dramatically, an endless desert replacing the broken city.

"Attack!" A blond young man with palms on the ground yelled, and the surrounding powerhouses launched their assault in unison.

The foe was but one man and one horse, while they had dozens of people, clearly having the greater chance of victory, even against a world-famous Hero.

"Sorry, Hero!" A man with clown makeup suddenly blinked behind Ahetar, plunging a dagger coated in deadly poison deep into his back, the sharp blade piercing flesh, and completed the assassination when least expected.

However, what he saw was Ahetar’s cold stare, not the slightest bit shaken, completely unaffected by the poison.

Had he forgotten to poison his dagger?

Before he could figure it out, Ahetar had already swung his Great Sword of Death, the inky Flames of a Thousand Deaths engulfed the clown, burning him to ash in an instant.

He wasn’t overly concerned about the poison; the protection from the Goddess of Life allowed not only for a swift recovery of injuries but potentially enhanced his resistance to various abnormal states, including the poison.

Plus, he was effectively a dragon in human skin, possessing a naturally high resistance to abnormalities, so there was little need to worry about poison.

"Let’s clear the field then." Xi Mu’s grin revealed a spray of black sparks between his teeth, soon after, he spewed forth a black sun.

"Boom!" The desert suddenly darkened, the exploding black sun spreading black flames that incinerated many of the weaker powerhouses in a moment.

"Are we really on the same level?" A female in pink armor, her eyes wide with disbelief, lowered her Knight’s sword that had fended off the flames, looking toward Ahetar in the distance who was coldly slaughtering, feeling almost surreal.

Despite both being at the pinnacle of humanity, why was the difference in strength so vast?

"Perhaps, this is why the Witch of Death has left Ahetar to duel with us." A Knight with severe burn scars, holding his cheek with one hand while using his remaining eye, looked toward the detached Ahetar fighting in the distance and said:

"He’s got too strong a blessing from the Witch." He had intentionally kept his distance before the battle, planning to attack from afar.

Yet, he was still overwhelmed and gravely wounded, and those unable to react in time were simply incinerated.

Death came so swiftly that they didn’t even understand how they died.

"Is that so." The female in pink armor bit her lip, then smiled relievedly, "To fight against someone like him is quite an experience indeed."

She charged toward Ahetar.

"Goddess, I should come and serve you now."

"..."

The Knight left standing clenched his teeth, lowered the hand that covered his face, picked up the bow and arrow from the ground, and targeted Ahetar in the thick of battle. As the arrow tore through the air, just about to hit Ahetar...

That splay-footed horse shifted its footing ever so slightly, vanished on the spot as if by Instant Teleportation, and then he saw Ahetar appearing before him.