After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 339 - 122 Ritual Conditions and Gains Red Dragon Blood Armor_2

Chapter 339: Chapter 122 Ritual Conditions and Gains Red Dragon Blood Armor_2

He turned his back toward Kaschte.

"Continue with the established plan. I have other matters to attend to."

"Lord Ahetar, you are not angry, are you?!" Shark Girl Kaschte’s tail curled up, instinctively reaching out to grab the hem of Ahetar’s clothes.

In response, Xi Mu merely projected a voice too calm to be normal: "I’m not angry; I just have a very important matter to handle."

He was definitely angry.

Shark Girl Kaschte tugged at the corner of her mouth, her shark tail curling even more tightly as she thought frantically about how to console Ahetar.

"Just do what you need to do." Xi Mu retrieved the grabbed hem of his clothes, looking toward the approaching pony, calmly stating:

"I really have matters to address, and it’s not because I’m angry that I need to leave."

"Yes." Shark Girl Kaschte pursed her lips, watching as Ahetar mounted the pony and disappearing into the Country of Art, she couldn’t help but sigh, "It would be better if he had just gotten angry and yelled a few times."

As she spoke, she vanished into the crowd.

Soon after her departure, several pedestrians on the road also hurriedly disappeared, reporting what they had observed.

At this stage, anyone related to the Church of Death was under high scrutiny.

An individual begging on the street could potentially be a spy.

...

...

Cold wind hit the face.

Clouds floating in the sky had unexpectedly left behind a series of hoofprints, yet no creature could be seen having passed by.

The reason being, the speed was simply too fast.

"Partner, you seem a bit different?" Xi Mu prodded the neck of the pony, feeling a tangible increase in the pony’s strength.

Upon hearing this, the pony just snorted and suddenly charged toward a fiery gate of molten magma, causing lava to splash tens of meters high.

She had returned to the underground world.

"The wars are becoming more frequent." Xi Mu took a distant look at the battlefield at the horizon, observing the joint army of humans and elves invading dwarf territories like madmen, unconcerned with losses and consequences.

Considering the overlap of life and death, the beginning of food shortages, and the intensifying severity of the cold, it wasn’t hard to understand why humans and elves would invade the underground world.

Even though in the past, the underground world, a place deemed too hot and unsuitable for habitation, attracted only dwarves passionate about forging, the recent snow disasters changed the situation.

The underground world’s naturally hot environment now seemed more suitable for survival than the surface world, leading to invasions by elves and humans.

Not long after.

In front of a blacksmith’s shop.

The pony stopped its hooves.

Xi Mu dismounted and holding a branch of the Tree of Omniscience, he briskly entered the blacksmith shop only to see a white-bearded dwarf master lying exhausted on the ground, his eyes gazing at the ceiling dulled and lifeless, giving off a burnt-out vibe.

"Is my armor enhancement ready, Master?" Xi Mu prodded the motionless dwarf master on the ground with the God of Omniscience branch in his hand.

At this, the dwarf master’s body shuddered, instinctively sensing danger from the voice of Ahetar.

But he quickly calmed himself down.

"The enhancement is complete." He propped himself up on his knees, stood up, and pointed at the Red Dragon Blood Armor in the corner, unable to resist showing a hint of pride, "The Red Dragon Blood Armor now can effectively withstand attacks even from Demon domain-level assaults."

"Can it withstand an attack from the Witch of Death?" Xi Mu, touching the Red Dragon Blood Armor and jokingly inquired, causing the dwarf master’s expression to freeze, before he looked at Ahetar with a "are you kidding me?" gaze.

He referred to shielding against conventional demon-level attacks, not those of the Witch of Death, the type of being even the All Gods could not kill.

"Just kidding." Xi Mu inserted the branch of the Tree of Omniscience into the floor and began donning the Red Dragon Blood Armor.

The gaze of the dwarven master also fell unconsciously on the branch of the Tree of Omniscience.

As a master of forging, who also possessed the ability to temper Divine Artifacts, he could tell at a glance that this branch was no ordinary matter.

It was superior to any material he had encountered before.

"Um... what is this branch?" he rarely initiated conversation, his mind overflowing with speculation and a daring idea.

But he unconsciously suppressed that thought.

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t," Xi Mu responded offhandedly, then thought for a moment, "Nevermind, you’re going to find out sooner or later."

Dwarven master: "..."

If a weapon were to be made from the branch, it was inevitable he would have to tell him unless Ahetar could find another master smith to deceive.

But he could not think of any other master smith easier to deceive than himself.

So, Ahetar would have to tell him sooner or later.

"It’s a branch from the Tree of Omniscience." Xi Mu answered, causing the atmosphere to instantly tense.

How in the world did this man obtain such a high-level material?

The dwarven master opened his mouth; only if the Witch of Death in her peak condition were to forcibly snatch it, it would be possible to obtain a branch from the Tree of Omniscience, otherwise, no one could achieve such a feat.

Not to speak of how highly the All Gods treasured the Tree of Omniscience, just the sheer size of the Tree itself was beyond the reach of ordinary individuals.

"Master, would you like to try forging a weapon with the branch of the Tree of Omniscience?" Xi Mu asked with a smile, leaving the dwarven master uncertain of how to reply.

However, he quickly recovered.

"Whether or not I want to is not important," the dwarven master sighed, lacking the demeanor of a master smith, "What’s important is whether you want to."

"That depends on the teacher’s idea." Xi Mu moved his body to make sure the armor didn’t hinder his movement, then hooked his fingers around the bracelet on his wrist and gently gave it a tug.

Destiny, changed... distorted.

"My disciple, you’ve done well," a gentle female voice came, and Xi Mu looked towards the source to see Hecate, who had appeared beside him at some unknown time, picking up the branch of the Tree of Omniscience placed on the ground, her fingers lightly caressing the bark.

"She indeed looks at you differently," Hecate chuckled lightly, feeling proud that her disciple had managed to woo the All-Knowing Saintess and obtain the nearly impossible-to-get branch of the Tree of Omniscience.

Truly worthy of being her disciple, achieving what even she could not.

"As long as the teacher is satisfied," Xi Mu smiled, responding to Hecate’s compliment without becoming overly proud, smoothly changing the topic,

"Teacher, what do you plan to do with the branch of the Tree of Omniscience?"

"The Spear of Destiny." Hecate responded with a beaming smile, her gaze landing on the dwarven master as she passed the branch of the Tree of Omniscience to him, "The blueprint I gave you last time. You should be able to forge it now, right?"

Dwarven master: "..."

He recalled the previous time Hecate had him forge a specific weapon and had given him the blueprint, all in preparation for this moment.

He fell silent.

"Witch, I haven’t properly rested," he said with a pleading expression, his tone very humble, "With my current state of mind, it’s just not possible to forge the Spear of Destiny."

"How about a day of rest?" Hecate thought for a moment and asked, leaving the dwarven master in despair, pondering whether or not to confront the Destiny Witch, as witches really aren’t quite human, even though they are no longer considered human.

"A day is too little," Xi Mu shook his head, and the dwarven master by his side suddenly became agitated, his body trembling slightly.

Truly a hero sung of by people, still with some conscience.

"Double it to two days," Xi Mu suggested, leaving the dwarven master’s expression frozen as he unconsciously reached for the hammer beside him, ready to strike at these ruthless teacher and disciple before he fell.

"Or, how about seven days?"

Xi Mu changed his tone, deflating the dwarven master who had been prepared to fight to the death; he released the tightly gripped hammer.

Seven days felt somewhat acceptable.