After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 424 - 160: Death Battle in the Ash Kingdom
The flames were as ubiquitous as the air, no... more precisely said, they pervaded every corner as if intending to burn the entire world into ashes.
In such a harsh environment, let alone humans, even dragons couldn’t survive, existing there meant being burnt into ashes.
"After Ragnarok, the world would look like this, wouldn’t it?" The Messenger God elegantly stood on the cloud bank, lifting his hand to adjust his jazz hat, his gaze reflecting the burning sea of fire at the horizon, giving the illusion that getting any closer would incinerate him.
Although his own strength was enough to withstand it, if the flames spread to every corner of the world, could he continue to survive?
The answer was obvious.
"Don’t be too fearful." A calm voice came through, causing the Messenger God to look around involuntarily, only to see a tall woman, a Holy Sword hanging at her waist, walking towards him.
She comforted the Messenger God, whose eyes held a trace of fear.
"Soon Ahtal and the source of fear will both be dead."
"Don’t be so confident." The Messenger God smirked, "What if you fail again? That would be quite a self-defeating prophecy."
Previously, they had been very confident about the Ice and Snow Goddess, thinking that with the aid of the three goddesses, defeating Ahtal was a sure win, as long as the Ice and Snow Goddess unleashed the Cold World she could vanquish Ahtal instantly.
However, the result was that Ahtal withstood the Cold World and struck back successfully.
"..." The Goddess of the Sword instinctively wanted to retort, but then she closed her lips tightly, knowing that without results, no matter how loudly they declared their confidence, it was meaningless.
But now that Ahtal had already withstood the Cold World and his demeanor had significantly weakened, facing a deadly battle with the source of fear,
by the time they stepped in for the cleanup, they were confident of victory no matter how they looked at it.
"I’m not underestimating you" said the Messenger God, his expression carrying a trace of concern, "but Ragnarok is drawing closer, and this world is no longer the one we knew."
There were ten years left until Ragnarok would arrive, a message already passed from the Three Goddesses of Fate to All Gods, inciting unprecedented panic among the high heavens’ gods in a world supposed to be eternally blissful.
Now, being told that their end was near felt unbearable, akin to a doctor suddenly stating, "You will die in ten minutes."
It was a difficult pill for anyone to swallow.
"The Three Goddesses of Fate really should have kept it from you." The Goddess of the Sword sighed slightly, her lovely face showing a hint of helplessness. In the civilization of the high heavens, it was not permissible to deliberately keep any information from the gods. Any decision had to be made public, after which the gods could choose to agree or disagree, each deity having their own say and vote.
This resulted in the Three Goddesses of Fate bluntly informing All Gods as soon as they discovered that Ragnarok was imminent, naturally causing many worried deities to be alarmed.
"Worry is a normal emotion, just don’t drag others down with it." The Messenger God shook his head, "Everyone is now working hard to address the crisis of Ragnarok."
"Yes." The Goddess of the Sword did not argue, for indeed the gods of the high heavens were desperately seeking ways to stop Ragnarok, from wanting to kill anyone who could possibly be the King of Ash, to trying to locate the God of Omniscience.
Many gods believed that once the God of Omniscience was unsealed, they could think of ways to delay the onset of Ragnarok.
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"Clang!" Swords and spears clashed, unleashing powerful forces that blew away the surrounding flames, revealing Ahtal and the source of fear.
After exchanging a glance, both wrist suddenly exerted force, clashing thousands of times in rapid succession, like a sudden violent storm colliding, creating shockwaves that formed a brief vacuum around them.
As swords and spears continuously collided, both sides poured more and more power into the fight, until a critical point was reached.
"Crack." Suddenly, the long spear in the hands of the source of fear was broken, the unrelenting Great Sword of Death slashing down, directly splitting his chest armor.
The situation had taken an unexpected turn.
The source of fear, acting on instinct, slightly squeezed his legs around his eight-legged horse, attempting to dodge the follow-up attacks.
However, Ahtal appeared to have anticipated this, grabbing the head of the eight-legged horse and pressing it down, the Flames of a Thousand Deaths instantly consuming the horse’s head.
Meanwhile, the source of fear abandoned his steed and leaped back tens of meters, avoiding Ahtal’s subsequent pursuit.
A clear power imbalance existed between them.
"Even if you were born as an incarnation of fear modeled after the King of Ash, it doesn’t mean your strength can reach the actual level of the King of Ash." Xi Mu did not continue his attack, but instead took out a Magic Potion and drank it. This was a Magic Potion personally crafted by the Goddess of Pharmacology, capable of quickly restoring Magic Power even to demon-level.
He was not in a hurry to completely eliminate the source of fear now, as resisting the Ice and Snow Goddess’ Cold World had drained a considerable amount of his Magic Power. If he dealt with the source of fear too quickly, he would immediately face an onslaught from All Gods.
Thus, he preferred to slowly take down the source of fear, using the time battling with him to recover Magic Power, ensuring he had enough for the ensuing battle with All Gods. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Although he seemed like a villain who would boast and talk more when gaining an advantage.
"..." The source of fear didn’t care, naturally aware that he was a being born from the God of Fear’s inner terror. Bitumen’s burning desire to turn the world into Ash Kingdom was independent of whether he was the actual King of Ash.
