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"The various churches have already begun to take action, initiating a large-scale hunt to kill the monsters in an attempt to prevent the resurrection of the Monster Witch."

He looked up and asked.

"Bishop Luwei has sent me to ask for your opinion, whether we should help the monsters complete the ritual, or let them rely on themselves to complete the resurrection ritual of the Monster Witch?"

"What does Luwei think?" Xi Mu did not directly express his attitude, but the red-haired man recounted respectfully:

"Bishop Luwei believes that if we can help, we should do our best. Even if the true Monster Witch is not resurrected, it is still good for the Church of Death. It also allows us to show an active stance to the outside world, demonstrating that we are willing to actively assist demons and witches."

Xi Mu smiled and said, "Then help."

"Understood." The red-haired man sighed with relief, then handed over a letter. After Ahtal took it, he explained, "This is Bishop Luwei’s plan. Please see if there is anything you would like to add or change."

"..."

Xi Mu flipped through the letter, and a black flame emerged from his fingertip, igniting the envelope in his hand and turning it to ashes, he said:

"I will go to the Pleasure Kingdom to stop the assassination by the Church of War."

"Lord Ahetar, the Church of War is not a small sect like the Church of Blood," the red-haired man said with a troubled expression, "Interfering with them carries too great a risk. Your subordinate strongly advises against you taking such a great risk."

There are many churches in this world, some very small with perhaps only a hundred believers, without even a single pinnacle of humanity among them.

The large ones not only have peak human warriors but also those who surpass human limits. They are not even in the same league as the small churches.

Although, nominally, all churches hold the same status.

The Church of War is one of the largest churches in the world. They are not only fond of war but also keen on inciting it. Their believers are a group of fanatics with an insane lust for battle, and their underlying belief is that dying in battle is but a passage to serving the God of War in the high heavens.

They fight fearlessly. Even as a believer of Death himself, he found them mad.

"Bullying smaller sects weighs on my conscience," Xi Mu chuckled, "But when it comes to fighting believers of the God of War, I have absolutely no burden."

The red-haired youth was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and said, "Yes."

It was then that he remembered Ahtal’s identity. As a world-famous hero, it was normal to carry an ethical burden.

And a confrontation with the Church of the God of War was entirely different. After all, the believers of the God of War desired to die valiantly in battle and then serve in the high heavens, engaging in an endless war for the God of War.

So Ahtal had no moral burden when killing the followers of the God of War.

"You needn’t worry about my safety." Xi Mu patted the red-haired youth’s shoulder, then brushed past him to go to a hotel in the Windmill Kingdom to find Eden and the little mare.

Once the Monster Witch is resurrected, the ideas from the All Gods in the high heavens will likely change, not insisting that the Goddess of Death stays in Hell.

Then it will be the time for the Hell dungeon to open.

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Dragon Tomb.

"Such a liberating feeling." The Corpse Witch stood on the castle, looking up at the sun in the sky, letting out a suggestive moan.

"I had almost forgotten that I am a witch." She had regained her witch’s powers, once again possessing the strength to oppose the gods.

"But this also means we have no way out."

"If we fail, we won’t survive more than ten years." The Witch of the Moon stepped on air, moving beside the Corpse Witch.

Her delicate, sleepy face was as usual, clad in loose pajamas revealing her pale and delicate shoulders, embodying the feel of a homebody who stayed indoors year-round.

"The Church of Death has sent a request, asking us to intervene and prevent the All Gods, ensuring the smooth resurrection of the Monster Witch."

"It’s about ensuring the resurrection of the Monster Witch’s daughter, right?" The Corpse Witch stretched lazily, her enchanting body wrapped in white bandages drawing seductive curves. There was an impulse to tear off the bandages that enveloped her.

But considering her strength as a witch, no one dared to do so.

"That doesn’t really matter as long as the resurrected Monster Witch is strong enough." The Witch of the Moon explained, "If this plan goes smoothly, the attitudes of the All Gods will definitely change; perhaps the Goddess of Life will intervene directly."

"Having the Goddess of Life as an enemy, now that would be terrible." The Corpse Witch’s expression became nuanced, clearly wary of the Goddess of Life. She had once provoked her in the temple of the Goddess of Life and was almost decimated by the Goddess’s punishment sent from the high heavens.

"The actions of the Church of Death are minor nuisances at best, not too excessive," the Witch of the Moon covered her mouth, yawning lightly, "In the past, every demon and witch stirred up major events, and All Gods have long since grown accustomed to it."

She dropped her hand from her mouth.

"However, if multiple witches and demons appear, the attitudes of All Gods will change drastically. It wouldn’t be surprising for the Goddess of Life to intervene."

"Can the clones of the Witch of Death withstand the Goddess of Life?" The Corpse Witch’s expression was subtle, as she had already anticipated the outcome of the Goddess of Life’s arrival—most likely, they would be suppressed by the Goddess of Life in the high heavens, who would merely extend a hand from afar and subdue them all.

The Witch of the Moon fell silent for a moment, then said:

"Since the Witch of Death found a way to seal the God of Omniscience, she must have some cards up her sleeve that we don’t understand. Otherwise, why would she declare war on All Gods?"

"We should still ask the Witch of Death first," the Corpse Witch pursed her lips, "Otherwise, she might feel insecure."

"The Negation Demon has already gone to ask," the Witch of the Moon answered, and then her body dissolved into moonlight and disappeared from the spot. She didn’t want a direct confrontation with the Goddess of Life because, frankly, she couldn’t see any odds in her favor.

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Country of Art.

Half Moon Street.

Golden Opera House.

"Quite leisurely," the Negation Demon sat in the front row, his eye reflecting the performance on stage, "Miss Witch of Death, do you have a way to deal with the Goddess of Life?"

"I do," the Witch of Death answered calmly, eliciting an eager and curious look from the Negation Demon, who quickly asked:

"Who is it?"

"Of course, I will take care of it myself!" A sly chuckle sounded, and the Negation Demon turned his head to look at the source, seeing a delicate-looking young girl approaching. She was dressed in a grand gown with red curls tied into a side ponytail, indistinguishable from a witch in presence.

"I am the Imaginary Witch," the Goddess of Lies took out a folding fan to shield her delicate face, lying to the Negation Demon, "Leave the minor Goddess of Life to me."

"The Imaginary Witch?" The Negation Demon furrowed his brows, carefully recalling all the witches of the past. None matched the Imaginary Witch; in fact, such a person didn’t even exist. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Yes, the Imaginary Witch, who can make any figment a reality," the Goddess of Lies nodded slightly, giving the Negation Demon a faint, charming smile, "Though I may not be entirely sure of defeating the Goddess of Life, delaying her should pose no problem at all."

She turned to the Witch of Death to inquire.

"Witch of Death, what do you think?"

The Witch of Death calmly said, "She has the strength."

"May I try?" asked the Negation Demon, already rising to his feet, harboring doubts about the powers of this Imaginary Witch.

If the Imaginary Witch was capable of facing the Goddess of Life, her name would have been etched into history, not obscure as it was now.

"Then let’s change the venue for this spar," the Goddess of Lies smiled charmingly and snapped her fingers, transforming the world abruptly from the opera house to an endless desert.

"I won’t take advantage of you, having just recovered your strength," she stepped back, "You just have to defeat my imaginary adversary."

The Negation Demon turned to look, seeing a humanoid dragon kneeling on the ground with the Flames of a Thousand Deaths burning on its skin, holding the Great Sword of Death in hand, its aura wild and ferocious, as if it sought to bring everything to oblivion.

"The Imaginary Consort of the Witch of Death," the Goddess of Lies covered her mouth and giggled, "He should make a sufficient enemy for you, right?" As soon as she finished speaking, the humanoid dragon stood up, black flames leaking from its teeth, its feet fiercely stomping on the ground, causing the scalding sand to explode, whipping up clouds of dust.

And that imaginary consort of the Witch of Death had already swung his blade toward the Negation Demon, bringing it down heavily.

"Boom!" The black flames cleaved the desert, and from high above, one could see a canyon burning with black flames split through the sands.

Meanwhile.

At the opera house, the Witch of Death slightly furrowed her brows, turning her gaze toward the false desert world created by the Goddess of Lies, her eyes landing on the imaginary consort of the Witch of Death.

Then she calmly withdrew her gaze.

After all, it was the imaginary consort of the Witch of Death, bearing little relation to her personally—just an emulation of Lord Ahetar, borrowing a sliver of the power of death from her at most.

It wasn’t worthy of her undue attention.