After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 353 - 128: The Favor of the Goddess of Life

Chapter 353: Chapter 128: The Favor of the Goddess of Life

"Hahaha~ When people are unlucky, they can even get hit by a meteorite while staying at home." Xi Mu laughed heartily before looking around, "Babylon, you might get dragged into a fight again."

"..." Babylon was momentarily startled, then immediately followed Ahtal’s gaze and saw the members of the Church of the God of War tacitly gathering, blocking all the routes of retreat, clearly not here to surrender or admit defeat.

"There’s still time to escape if you hurry." Xi Mu waved his hand, with no intention of a strategic retreat, his body ablaze with black flames once more, staining his silver armor black and his aura becoming violent and dangerous.

Babylon bit her lip and immediately made a quick decision to retreat, this time she truly did not plan to stay and watch the battle.

And just as she brushed past a follower of the God of War.

"Even if you don’t run, we wouldn’t lay a finger on you." The man with his hair standing on end said with a grin, "From the beginning, we had no interest in a floozy."

Babylon did not respond, but quickened her pace to leave, vanishing into the whirling snow in a blink of an eye, while the followers of the God of War surrounded Ahtal, their gaze filled with malice... no, it was more proper to call it battle intent.

"Ha~ So you all want to gang up on me?" Xi Mu smiled, feeling no fear at the fact that he was surrounded.

Shadows writhed behind him as a doppelganger bearing his likeness and a female figure wrapped in a black robe emerged.

"Since it’s one against many, you wouldn’t mind if I summon two avatars, right?"

The number of the God of War’s followers present was roughly a hundred, and even the weakest among them was close to awakening their powers, with the strongest nearing the peak of humanity.

In terms of numbers, the followers of the God of War undoubtedly had the advantage.

However.

"Even against just you, we do not have absolute confidence in victory." A man with his hair standing on end stepped forward; he was clad in heavy armor, wielding a knight’s lance, his face painted with red lines, his eyes on Ahtal filled with excitement.

"But the thought of fighting with a great hero, even death would be worth it."

Xi Mu chuckled and said, "If you’re willing to withdraw from the Pleasure Kingdom, I can..." before he could finish.

The leading man with spiked hair shook his head and raised his long lance toward the sun above.

"The man who stands against us is a companion of the Witch of Death, also an enemy of gods, and he is the one who defeated the strongest human, Sol."

He laughed heartily.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the chance to kill the strongest human."

In reality, according to the setting, I no longer count as human.

Xi Mu thought silently, but the followers of the God of War became excited and restless due to the leading man’s words.

Without regard for their actions, they launched an attack.

Compared to individual combat, the followers of the God of War excelled in legion battle, able to enhance their members through war prayers, which included aspects like individual battle intent and strength. Even if their individual strength wasn’t as formidable as Spartal’s, when gathered together they became troublesome, which is why he had to use the Ten Shadow Magics.

Otherwise, there really could have been an upset.

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

Babylon, who was in the midst of retreating, subconsciously looked back at the battlefield and witnessed a shocking scene: towering black flames engulfed the mountains, and amidst those swirling flames, a human-shaped dragon emerged, exhibiting an almost mad ruthlessness, slaughtering the followers of the God of War with no restraint.

If she hadn’t been informed in advance that the followers of the God of War had initiated the attack on Ahtal, she might have thought it was the followers of the God of War who were hunting a demon.

"Is that really the stance of a... hero?" She couldn’t help but mutter, finding it impossible to associate the stance displayed by Ahtal with the image of a hero in people’s minds.

Riding an eight-legged divine steed, wielding both spear and sword, clad in silver armor, with a reassuring smile. This was the image of Ahtal constructed in their minds, the hero they imagined. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

And now, he seemed more like a... monster.

...

...

Some time later.

The battle concluded.

The cold wind subsided.

The snow covering the mountains was replaced by flowing red magma, which streamed down the mountain sides, forming a scorching lake.

Xi Mu stood atop the chest of a man with spiked hair, lifting his Great Sword of Death.

And the man, seeing this, smiled pleasurably: "Ahtal, you’re even more of a monster than the monsters now."

Without a response, Xi Mu mercilessly swung the Great Sword of Death, decapitating the man before him; he had no interest in the npc’s last words.

Flicking away the flames entwined around his Great Sword of Death, he glanced at the monsters hiding within the mountains, calmly turned, and walked away.

Shortly after his departure.

The monsters peeked from the mountains, confirmed that the creature engulfed in black flames had left, and then continued to head towards their destination driven by instinct, aiming to become the King of Monsters, Tifeng.

Though there had been no communication, no prior arrangement, and the address wasn’t pre-decided, all the monsters, as if by an unspoken agreement, were spurred on and began to converge toward their destination with the aim of rallying behind Tifeng.

...

...

Cathedral of Pleasure.

The bishop’s office.

"You want me to surrender to the Church of Death?" Babylon looked at the man opposite her, putting down the cigarette held between her fingers, and said seriously:

"Ahtal, are you not joking?" She might tolerate Ahtal acting within the Pleasure Kingdom, but she certainly couldn’t accept surrendering to the Church of Death; it was a line she wouldn’t cross, even if it meant death.