After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 501 - 196: The Genesis Prologue of the King of Ash_3

To establish the game’s rules was not as simple as just saying so; he had only taken advantage of the advent of Ragnarok to gain partial control over the world’s dominance rights. Creating game rules without any restraint was impossible.

For example, it was impossible to directly decree the death of the God of Omniscience.

At the end of the day, the true holder of world dominance was the God of Omniscience, and he was merely exploiting the flaws in the God’s rules to obtain partial dominance.

But if the God of Omniscience was willing to accept the game rules he devised, the situation would be entirely different.

The effects derived from world dominance could indeed make the game rules take effect.

The God of Omniscience fell into thought, realizing that the target of Ahtal’s game rules was not just Them and Ahtal, but Ragnarok itself was involved too. Once They acknowledged Ahtal’s game rules, even Ragnarok would be subject to the rules, bound by a constraint that turned back time by ten thousand years.

But the price was, if They were slain by Ahtal, there would be no way to resurrect through various means, and the world dominance would be seized by Ahtal.

Was it worth it?

Less than an hour had passed since the onset of Ragnarok, and now with Ahtal having gained the world dominance, it was difficult to deal with him in a short time. Even if everything went smoothly and Ahtal was dealt with, Ragnarok would also be upon them soon.

The flames consuming the world flickered.

The gods of the high heavens were terrified to find that the Realm of Life seemed to be shaking, as if about to be burned by the Ash Fire, flooding inside to burn all deities to death.

This world was about to truly become ashes.

"Make your decision quickly," Ahtal said as he lifted his hand to brush his hair from his forehead, his smile incredibly malicious, "Or I might just have to alter the game rules."

The God of Omniscience responded indifferently, "Permission granted."

The powers of world dominance were activated, affecting Them and Ahtal, while excluding all unrelated forces.

In an instant, the flames consuming the world were extinguished.

"Connection lost," the Goddess of Life intoned faintly, sensing the sudden disappearance of her connection with Ahtal, which meant that Ahtal could no longer use her power to heal himself.

The Witch of Death, sealed at the boundary of black and white, opened her eyes slightly wider as she felt her connection with Ahtal being severed, unable to provide any effective support to Ahtal.

This support included not only the damage associated with death but also a strong resistance to death; without this resistance, Ahtal could not be immune to attacks leading to death.

"What has happened?" the Creation Witch asked not far away while reaching out to grasp the sealing pillar of light embedded in the Witch of Death’s body. She had not appeared on the battlefield because she needed to provide support to her allies through their connection.

Helping to break the seal and offering various corresponding treatments.

"My connection with Ahtal has been severed," the Witch of Death conveyed her current feeling, while the Creation Witch hesitated for a moment, thinking of an extremely bad possibility—could it be that Ahtal had already been slain by the God of Omniscience?

But with the support of Ragnarok, it shouldn’t be the case.

"It must be the God of Omniscience using their power to seal the connection between you two," the Creation Witch consoled, and then with a forceful effort, she pulled out the Spear of Light impaled into the Witch of Death’s body. Blood flowed from the wound as the Spear of Light was forcibly removed.

Blood slid down the Witch of Death’s pale skin, all the way to her pale toes and streamed into the vast void.

Dozens of Spears of Light were implanted in the Witch of Death’s body, and attempting to remove them would induce an excruciating pain, enough to drive one mad.

But the Witch of Death no longer had the strength to care about such pain. She was not the kind of girl to cry out of pain; her only thought now was to break the seal as quickly as possible and return to the real world to witness the situation.

She hoped that things were not as bad as she had feared.

In the real world.

The God of Omniscience walked calmly on the hot magma with measured steps, maintaining a distance of about a dozen meters from the King of Ash, searching for an appropriate moment to strike.

Now, as fragile as humans, a stab to the heart could kill them, they no longer had the ability to be immortal.