After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 369 - 134: Divine Placenta_2

Xi Mu picked up the teacup, took a gentle sip, and the hot tea burst forth a flavor no different from that of real black tea.

This wasn’t to say that he had become a soul body, but that the silver-haired lady had infused the black tea with Magic Power, allowing him to taste it while still possessing a body.

"Madam, I came to take away Evelyn’s soul," he set down the teacup and explained to the white-haired woman.

However, upon hearing this, the white-haired lady shook her head: "I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I can’t let you take Evelyn’s soul."

She had learned of the reality of the situation through the souls of deceased dragons and knew that the man in front of her was the person her daughter Evelyn was fond of.

She knew, too, that this man bore no ill will.

"Why?" Xi Mu frowned and saw the white-haired lady quickly wave her hand, anxiously explaining to him.

"Evelyn’s soul is not in Rhode City, she was taken away by the Hell’s Apostle before I descended to Hell. She was detained as an abnormality."

"Detained as an abnormality?" Xi Mu feigned confusion as he inquired, but he wasn’t surprised. The plot line about bringing back the White-haired Lolita wasn’t about her in itself; she was more like a catalyst for drawing out the Hell story line, which could not only help the player determine their position but also help trigger the secret-related events in Hell.

Like the Creation Witch sealed at the bottommost layer of Hell, the significance of Hell to All Gods, and the true nature of the God of Omniscience’s power.

"Ahtal, do you think Evelyn... is dead?" The white-haired lady asked Ahtal, then immediately answered herself, "Her soul has arrived in Hell, but her body is still alive, existing in a state of both life and death, which is an anomaly to Hell, so Evelyn’s soul was taken by the Hell’s Apostle."

Xi Mu fell silent.

Seeing this, the white-haired lady maintained a gentle smile. She knew that Ahtal was capable of breaking into Hell for his daughter, an incredibly feat, and even if Ahtal gave up now, she owed him thanks.

Madam, you wouldn’t want your daughter’s soul to be detained as an abnormal entity.

Of course, one couldn’t say it like that. Xi Mu exhaled, looking at the elegantly poised lady opposite him, and inquired:

"Madam, surely you have thought about how to retrieve your daughter’s soul?"

"If it were in the past, there would certainly be no chance," the white-haired lady pursed her lips and explained to Ahtal, "But recently, the deities of Hell suddenly allowed a certain number of souls to journey to deeper layers of Hell. If you follow the opened tunnels of Hell, there is a chance to reach the bottommost layer and retrieve Evelyn’s soul."

"How is that done?" Xi Mu asked succinctly, not interested in why the All Gods of Hell had opened the tunnels, which was meaningless to him. He preferred the white-haired lady to quickly explain the method to reach the bottom layer of Hell.

"Please don’t be so hasty," the white-haired lady said, slightly startled, wanting to convey more information so that Ahtal could better understand the predicament of Hell.

But Xi Mu waved his hand:

"Madam, I don’t have much free time in Hell."

"Yes," the white-haired lady swallowed the intelligence she wanted to impart and began to speak of how to journey to the bottommost layer of Hell, "To enter the deepest layer of Hell, you need to clothe yourself in the garb of the dead, to avoid pursuit by the Hell’s Apostle, and then you need to volunteer to go to the deeper layers of Hell. Only then will you have the chance to reach the bottom layer."

"How do I do that?" Xi Mu asked, as he saw the white-haired lady close her eyes, and suddenly a Red Dragon floating in the sky woke up, speeding towards the direction of the palace and upon landing, transformed into a human shape.

His red hair was tied into thin strands that fell behind his head, but his expression was remarkably indifferent, as though he had lost the element of emotion.

It was not coldness or heartlessness, simply that a life of tedium had eroded all his passions, making his gaze extremely indifferent and seemingly uninterested in anything.

"You must be Ahtal?" The Red Dragon took in Ahtal, a curve of interest forming at the corner of his mouth, "I am the garb of the dead that you need to wear. To put it simply, my soul will envelop you, creating the illusion that you are one of the deceased."

"Tesmar, he’s the former king of the Red Dragon Clan," the white-haired lady gently explained to Ahtal, "You just need to let the Red Dragon King wear you, let his soul envelop your body, and then you can head to the tunnels of Hell."

"..."

Xi Mu nodded, stood up, and walked towards the Red Dragon King, then stepped forward, merging with the Red Dragon King’s body.

Afterward, his appearance changed drastically, taking on the guise of Tesmar, the Red Dragon King, and even his aura shifted from that of a living person to a deceased one.

He moved his limbs and found his strength temporarily enhanced, not from himself, but from the Red Dragon King’s Soul Body which was temporarily bolstering him.

"What to do next, the Red Dragon King will tell you," said the white-haired wife as she stood up and curtseyed to Ahtal, "I’m sorry, as Evelyn’s mother, I’m unable to accompany you to the depths of Hell."

Having said that, she displayed a gentle smile.

"However, as Evelyn’s mother, I acknowledge your feelings for her and sincerely wish you both future happiness."

"That depends on what Evelyn thinks," Ahtal said, waving a hand dismissively as he hurriedly took to the air, not lingering to chat with the white-haired wife.

"Youth really is wonderful," chuckled the white-haired wife before sitting back down. As Evelyn’s mother, she was strictly prohibited from entering the tunnels of Hell, otherwise, she would have liked to accompany Ahtal to the lowest depths.

Some time later.

In front of a profound black hole.

The Hell’s Apostle sat at a desk, looking at the two standing before him, the Red Dragon King Tesmar and the human Norma, and casually stamped, saying:

"Once you go down, you are not allowed to come back."

"Let’s go," Xi Mu nodded slightly, watching Norma—who was waiting at the edge of the Hell tunnel. No... more accurately, it was Suna disguised as Norma.

He came beside Suna, their hands clutched tightly together, and then they headed underground through the Hell tunnel.

History was reversing.

As their bodies fell, the past history flashed by frame by frame, showing many different civilizations corresponding to descriptions in history books.

This was both a chronicle of Hell, divided into layers based on people’s memories, preserved like a history book of the past.

Until they reached a particularly special layer of Hell.

The Plague Church. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Truly an interesting combination," said the nun-clothed Hell’s Apostle with satisfaction as she nodded at the sudden appearance of one man and one dragon:

"Welcome, you’re here to contribute to the resurrection of the Goddess of Plague."

"What do you mean?" Xi Mu asked coldly, his crimson eyes reflecting the light of fire, yet the nun-clothed Hell’s Apostle remained completely unflustered.

As a Hell’s Apostle, she was privileged within Hell, able to gain the support of Hell itself, and had a powerful restraint over the dead, unless it was a soul of the level of a demon or witch, otherwise, she had nothing to worry about.

And a soul of the level of a demon or witch simply could not enter Hell; in the mortal world, they would be utterly annihilated.

"Gods are born from the faith of the era," the nun in Hell turned around, leading the two out of the church, only to see the church grounds were full of people infected with the plague.

"Every layer of Hell represents a different era, as long as there are enough souls to sink into the corresponding Hell layer, reenacting all that has transpired in past eras, then the deceased gods can be reborn," she explained.

"You can understand each layer as an embryo of ’All Gods’, as long as there are enough souls to recreate the scenery of past eras, you can artificially create the embryo of gods."

"Not a bad tactic," Xi Mu said, approaching the Hell nun, asking with a cold smile, "Is there a layer of Hell corresponding to the birth of the God of Omniscience?"

"Hmph, that’s not for you to know," the Hell nun huffed, pointing at the man’s forehead beside her, attempting to strip his memories, then implant the relevant memories of this era.

However, it failed.

The expression of the Hell nun solidified as she looked at the cold man before her, contemplating whether it was too late to run away now.