After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 401 - 149: The One Favored by Destiny... Is Me
Magma, threaded with streaks of black flame, flowed gently down the mountain, engulfing all life on the desolate island.
At that moment, an Elf Knightess with golden hair, like a bullet, charged towards the peak, her splendid swords twirling with lightning powerful enough to cleave the mountain itself.
Her emerald eyes reflected the image of the Knight in silver armor at the summit—the man who had slain her lord.
"Ahtal!" she roared in anger. Her swords, enveloped in lightning, struck down, unleashing a bolt that obliterated the Knight in silver armor atop the peak.
However.
The Elf Knightess saw it.
In that lightning-engulfed peak, the Knight in silver armor gave her a cold look, his eyes faintly blazing with flames.
This man was so arrogant.
The Elf Knightess instinctively tightened her grip on her swords, only to find her arms—and then her whole body—enwrapped in black flames.
Consciousness halted abruptly. The charging Elf Knightess hadn’t even reached her adversary before her body spontaneously combusted into black Flames of a Thousand Deaths, scattering her ashes to the wind.
Xi Mu withdrew his gaze, looking down at the NPCs falling from the sky, and once again lifted his arm—the black flame swirling in his palm rapidly expanded, morphing again into a black sun.
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Meanwhile.
In Doris.
Inside the ancient castle of the witches.
"Wasn’t it a challenge against everyone at once?" the Corpse Witch leaned on her hand, watching the scene projected on the table—a scene of Ahtal effortlessly slaughtering heroes from across the world, strikingly shocking in appearance.
But upon closer inspection, those so-called heroes were just a band of weaklings, hardly worth her attention.
"There was never a rule about challenging everyone at once, was there?" the Witch of the Moon yawned lazily, her gaze shifting to Luwei who sat upright beside her, calmly asking, "Human, this is also part of your plan, right?"
"Yes." Luwei bowed respectfully, adjusting her breathing rhythm. Facing the Witch of Death, the Witch of the Moon, and the Corpse Witch simultaneously naturally pressured her, but fortunately, she could maintain her composure by switching personas.
"To ensure Ahtal could successfully complete the ritual, I opted to separate all challengers by having them register to gather information about them, and roughly categorize their strengths. Then I dispersed the stronger ones into different rounds to prevent Ahtal from facing too many strong opponents at once."
She declared confidently.
"I am sure every challenge is within Ahtal’s capacity."
"Luwei, you’ve done well," the Witch of Death complimented her, which made Luwei struggle to suppress the corners of her lips from curling up. She hastily picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip to disguise her joy, though her delighted expression was hardly concealable.
For most members of the Church of Death, the Witch of Death was the deity they worshipped, and to be praised by the deity was in itself.
An achievement that could make one forget all fatigue.
"There are so many challengers, yet besides Adam, there doesn’t seem to be anyone of note," the Corpse Witch observed the projection, where Ahtal repetitively scorched the ground with the Sun of Myriad Death, and even the barely surviving strong ones were killed off by Ahtal.
Such a battle was devoid of any drama.
"They really stand no chance against the current Ahtal."
"If the Witch of Death is willing to grant further the powers of death, perhaps Ahtal could even challenge deities," the Witch of the Moon concluded, "unless a divine spouse enters the battle, no victory is possible."
While this conclusion was outrageous, considering Ahtal had transformed into a dragon, possessed the highest graces of the Witch of Death, donned a full set of divine armor, and had a battle capability nearing prescience—
Anyone facing Ahtal would feel an innate sense of helplessness and despair.
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"Aaaah!!!" Xi Mu, holding a man in a suit by the throat with one hand, his palm’s flames instantly reduced him to ashes.
Turning his head to the distant assassin holding dual blades, his face terror-stricken, Xi Mu flashed a smile:
"You..." Before he could finish his sentence, the assassin decisively slit his own neck in front of him, without a moment’s hesitation.
In this world, suicide was not permitted, but for followers of the God of Assassination, suicide was explicitly allowed to prevent the leaking of information after a failed assassination—the gods granted his followers the permission to end their own lives.
Xi Mu’s smile receded, watching the next group of challengers rush in, but showing surprise when he noticed there were only a few of them.
His gaze locked on Adam among them.
"Sorry, I’ve used cheats to get here early," Adam drew the sword at his waist, smiling at Ahtal on the mountain, "Continuing to let you fight, no one but me might survive."
Xi smiled, asking, "Do you think you can survive?"
"Let’s see," Adam chuckled, then turned to smile warmly at the people beside him, "You don’t need to join in the next battle, just stay safe."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" A girl with pink hair instinctively grabbed Adam’s wrist, "Ahtal can’t possibly win alone!"
"Exactly." A man in heavy armor nodded in agreement, "We must..."
