After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 391 - 144: Lady Witch of Death, Have You Won?_2
"Is that so," the Creation Witch responded indifferently, uninterested in the Goddess of Pharmacology’s loyalty. Initially, she captured a few goddesses for research mainly because deities were such extraordinary beings, and she applied many of her ideas and experiments to the captured goddesses, which led to the complete psychological breakdown of those goddesses: some thought they were her Star Fury, some thought they were her daughters, and others thought they were her dogs.
For her, they were nothing more than a group of rare research materials. Apart from research, they held no particular value.
She certainly couldn’t treat them as her Star Fury, that would just waste her research time and energy, and she had no interest in women.
No... to be more precise, she wasn’t particularly interested in any living being. She viewed the desire to reproduce as a trivial trick that could be manipulated at will.
In the past, when she was confronted by the wrath of All Gods, she even interfered with the Sun God, causing him to fall hopelessly in love with a tree, believing it to be more charming than any goddess.
"Master, All Gods have arranged for the God of Assassination to launch a surprise attack on the Witch of Death," the Goddess of Pharmacology, entranced by the Creation Witch’s fair legs, revealed the secret information, "They will strike as soon as there’s a suitable opportunity."
"I will be careful," the Creation Witch said calmly, raising her hand to pat the head of the Goddess of Pharmacology as if rewarding a pet dog.
The Goddess of Pharmacology closed her eyes in comfort, knowing this information would please the Creation Witch, which was why she had been restraining herself from approaching the Creation Witch.
"You won’t have the chance to interfere," the God of War clenched his fist, veins bulging on his arm, his mission was to delay the dangerous existence that was the Creation Witch, preventing her from having enough time to assist the Witch of Death.
To that, the Creation Witch didn’t even give a glance, not even reaching the Almighty Realm in her eyes. She considered him an insignificant character, even less than the God of Hell.
"Hah, I’ve been underestimated," exhaled the God of War, blood vessels continued to swell on his skin, his power doubling exponentially in an unbelievable manner.
Ally and Foe Enhancement.
This was the ability of the God of War, to replicate the strength of all friendly forces with good intentions onto himself, as well as replicating the strength of all enemy forces.
In a nutshell, whether they were enemies or friends, they could become his source of strength, as long as the enemies and friends within his observance range would provide him with equal power, pushing his own strength to unbelievable extents.
Of course, the power provided was limited to strength alone, and it didn’t grant the abilities of enemies or allies. Nonetheless, his strength could reach unprecedented heights.
If it weren’t for the Creation Witch and the Witch of Death being mechanical anomalies, he alone could suppress everything.
The Creation Witch’s indifferent gaze finally changed, turning her attention to the God of War. With a light wave of her hand, swarms of insects around her revolted, covering the sky and descending upon the God of War.
He mustn’t be touched.
The God of War understood clearly that if touched by any of the Creation Witch’s creations, his very form of life might become twisted, perhaps hopelessly falling in love with a tree, and might even secretly engage with a tree when no one was watching.
Holding his breath, he prevented the undetectable spores in the air from entering his body, and swung a punch imbued with flame-based magic.
"Boom!" Hell shook, and immediately, a torrential blaze spread, engulfing everything in the visual field, instantly reducing the overwhelming swarm of insects to charred corpses.
However, the flame that shook the layers of Hell seemed to come alive suddenly, fiercely converging towards one direction, ultimately forming a glowing sphere in the Creation Witch’s hand.
This was not the Creation Witch overpowering with sheer strength but merely using power to influence the flames.
Flames capable of burning the layers of Hell were, from the Creation Witch’s perspective, merely a relatively simple life form.
And to the Creation Witch, life was something that could be influenced. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"..." The God of War twitched the corners of his mouth, hating those beings who took their power to outrageous levels; fighting them was not only unpleasant, but he also feared the extent to which they could apply their power.
A punch potent enough to shock the foundations of Hell was casually resolved by the opponent’s power, an incredibly... frustrating feeling.
But the Creation Witch paid no mind to the thoughts of the God of War. She tossed out the ball of flame in her hand, incidentally bestowing a concept of life upon the dense clump of flame-based magic.
"Roar!" The moment the high-concentration ball of flame-based magic touched the ground, it merged with the earth, becoming a giant made of flowing lava.
The newly born lava giant, without hesitation, self-destructed towards the God of War, like a nuclear fusion.
Although the magical power contained was equivalent to the force of the God of War’s punch, the resulting damage was higher than that inflicted by the God of War.
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Meanwhile,
In the contemporary world,
within a range of mountains teeming with monsters.
Xi Mu stood at the summit, looking towards the King of Monsters, Tifeng, and asked, "Are you now the Monster Witch, or are you Yemengade?"
The King of Monsters, Tifeng, replied, "Does it matter?"
"If you are Yemengade, then we can consider ourselves friends," Xi Mu explained calmly, "If you are the King of Monsters, Tifeng, then we are partners in collaboration."
The King of Monsters, Tifeng, fell silent for a long while. She inherited all the memories and emotions of the King of Monsters, but she also held the memories and emotions of Yemengade.
After pondering for a moment, she answered:
"I am neither the King of Monsters, Tifeng, nor Yemengade, I am just a new life that has inherited their memories."
"..." Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the little mare beside him, raised his hand to touch her neck, and said:
"You two talk amongst yourselves." With those words, he turned into a starlight and vanished from there, heading for the current stronghold of the Church of Death.
Right now, he unexpectedly had nothing to do, having to wait for the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Death to determine the victor before he could move forward with his next plan.
Of course, he could also continue leveling up. According to the official game settings, the ritual to become a demon would triple his current baseline, so with his current level of one hundred and one, he would instantly possess a level of three hundred and three the moment he became a demon.
If he continued leveling up now, he could indeed become stronger after transforming into a demon, but that would be too inefficient.
It would be better to wait for the ritual and then indulge in a satisfying battle.
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The Church of Death’s stronghold did not exist in this worldly realm. Instead, it overlapped with a plane congruent with reality, stemming from the unique ability of the puppet girl known as the Puppet Kingdom.
"Do you intend to become a demon?" Luwei sat in a chair, her fingers pinching a cigarette, looking at the man opposite her, "If you do, you will no longer be a hero, nor the favored one of the Goddess of Life."
"What about it?" Xi Mu laughed, "As a bishop of the Church of Death, are you trying to persuade me not to become a demon?"
"Of course, I would welcome you becoming a demon," Luwei smiled, her fingers lightly flicked the cigarette butt, accompanied by the falling ash on the ground.
Her expression turned serious.
"However, I hope you think carefully, consider all the scenarios you will face after transforming into a demon, it will make you feel much better. Otherwise, when you have to face your former friends and worshippers, it definitely won’t be pleasant."
"Luwei, you really are a good woman," Xi Mu laughed, "You should quit smoking in the future."
Luwei immediately looked disappointed: "Isn’t it because you threw all the work at me, causing so much pressure? Do you know the kind of pressure I’m under right now?"
"But you’re doing quite well, aren’t you?" Xi Mu showed a trusting smile, causing Luwei to roll her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, sinking into silence. Ever since being chosen by Ahtal as the brain of the Church of Death, she had to worry about whether her plans would go awry, and face the constant threat of assassination.
That mental pressure could drive a person insane.
And at that moment,
the void suddenly ripped open.
Xi Mu looked instinctively, only to see the Witch of Death stepping out from the black hole; despite her aura appearing much weaker, there wasn’t much change otherwise.
Luwei next to him even stood up excitedly. Since the Witch of Death emerged alive from Hell, it meant the strongest Goddess of Death from the high heavens had been defeated.
"Witch of Death, have you won?"
