After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 357 - 129 The Upcoming Conflict_2

If it wasn’t stopped, it would be an unprecedented disaster.

Outside the church.

Xi Mu found Eden and the little mare waiting for him, and together they set off for the dueling grounds where the monsters were gathering, ready to witness the birth of Typhon, the King of Monsters.

Not soon after they had left, a transformative change overtook the Pleasure Kingdom; the Church of Death took control and carved out a path specifically for the monsters to advance on, allowing all monsters to compete for the title of Typhon, King of Monsters.

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Sky City.

"Sky City will not participate in the war against the Church of Death," Yasiraqi casually threw the letter in hand into the fireplace and coldly said to the messenger not far away,

"You should be well aware that I cannot oppose Ahtal."

"It’s against the Church of Death." The messenger added a comment, but seeing that Yasiraqi remained unmoved, it was clear she had no intention of joining the war against the Church of Death.

He shook his head.

"As the queen of Sky City, I’m afraid such a stance may not be very favorable," said the messenger.

"Are you finished?" Yasiraqi responded coldly, unshaken by the messengers provocative words, she had already made her decision and was prepared for the consequences.

All Gods did not want the Monster Witch to be resurrected and took the opportunity to annihilate the Church of Death, hence they began mobilizing nations to join the crusade.

And naturally, Sky City had received an invitation as well.

"Since you have made your decision..." The messenger sighed, respectfully bowed, and then promptly left.

Shortly after the messenger had departed,

Yasiraqi turned to the window, staring out at the snowstorm, falling into a lengthy silence, worried about Ahtal’s safety.

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Magic Kingdom.

Inside the great library.

"Very well," Hecate set down her teacup, looking at the surprised messenger across from her, smiling elegantly, "I may not have seen my apprentice for some time now."

"Lady Hecate, I think you’ve misunderstood," the messenger began, "We are inviting you to join the campaign against the Church of Death, not to meet with Lord Ahtal."

"Is there a difference?" Hecate smiled in reply, "Or are you expecting me to personally slay the rebel?"

"It’s about fighting the Church of Death, not related to Lord Ahtal," the messenger explained again, only to see Hecate shaking her head,

"He has no choice."

Messenger: "..."

"I understand the situation," Hecate waved her hand, and the messenger, seeing this, left the great library without saying more.

Then, in the Dragon Empire.

"Hahaha~ Are you going too?" The White Dragon King laughed heartily, lifting his hand to tousle the white-haired Lolita’s head, "Well, maybe this will be your last chance to see Ahtal."

The white-haired Lolita’s cheeks puffed up slightly, dissatisfied, "He won’t die."

"Even gods and demons might die, Ahtal is not necessarily safe," the White Dragon King said in jest, yet his words carried weight. He understood the gravity of the situation better than anyone else; the All Gods were now, indeed, intent on exterminating the Church of Death, which would inevitably lead to battles on the level of Witches and deities.

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A few days later.

The Kingdom of Heliopolis.

This was a relatively prosperous nation, known worldwide for its hot springs. Rumors had it that underneath the Kingdom of Heliopolis, there was a gateway to Hell.

But that was just a rumor.

Hell does not reside beneath the ground, but in a realm beyond human reach, on another plane of existence altogether.

Of course, this place will soon become a true gateway to Hell.

Atop an unnamed mountain range.

"Sss!" Medusa, with the body of a woman and tail of a serpent, flicked out her forked tongue, her gem-like pupils lit up, and the monsters that attacked her turned into stone statues. They were then swallowed, not by her hair... but more accurately, by the snakes on her head.

Soon though, she stopped.

Not far away, a man dressed in silver armor turned to look at her and gestured:

"Don’t mind me."

"..." Medusa flicked her forked tongue. She recognized the dangerous man before her, Ahtal, who had helped thousands of monsters converge, forging paths to various nations in the previous days, artificially accelerating the gathering of monsters.

She licked her red lips and obediently left without the slightest intention to oppose Ahtal.

Who would, given Ahtal’s strength?

"They’re almost here too." Xi Mu exhaled a breath of white mist and walked toward the outskirts of the Kingdom of Heliopolis. The battle now was not just against monsters but also involved the Church of Death and the Church Alliance Army.

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

Among the snow-covered mountains, the army’s banners fluttered in the wind and snow, comprised of dragons, elves, humans, dwarves... and, a small number of fairies, the army gathered like a long snake, advancing towards the Kingdom of Heliopolis.

And at the very rear of that troop, inside a carriage closely guarded by knights.

"Is this also the arrangement of fate?" Suna, resting her cheek in one hand, looked at the white-haired woman across from her and pouted:

"I don’t want to fight Ahtal."

"We’re just providing rear support." The white-haired woman, with a serene smile, cautioned Suna, "And you’re now the Saintess of Destiny, you must bear in mind the demeanor that a saintess should have, you can’t be too casual and willful."

"Pretending in front of Grandmother Pope isn’t going to help, is it?" Suna sighed quietly, her expression still very gloomy.

If it were only a campaign against the Church of Death, she would naturally feel no burden and could execute without hesitation.

But the thought of opposing Ahtal made the situation different.

"We are only providing intelligence support in the rear." The Pope of Destiny comforted Suna softly, understanding her reluctance. To oppose one’s own friend was not an easy thing for anyone. However, the support provided by the Church of Destiny was a necessary affair, involving both the acquisition of intelligence and countermeasures.

"I hope Ahtal doesn’t know I’m involved in this war." Suna sighed, wishing she hadn’t been involved in this war, but after being promoted to Saintess of Destiny a while ago, she had been forcibly dragged into this campaign against the Church of Death by the Church of Destiny.

"Since you are friends, he will not harm you." The Pope of Destiny smiled warmly, "Even if you went to him directly, he would let you return unharmed because of your friendship."

Suna’s expression froze as she looked at the smiling Pope of Destiny across from her, sensing that something was terribly amiss, which was soon confirmed by her intuition.

"Suna, I have a mission for you." The Pope of Destiny took out a letter and placed it on the table, gently pushing it towards Suna, "Deliver this letter to Ahtal; you’re the only one who can do this."

"You want me to deliver a letter now?" Suna’s eyes widened, but seeing that the Pope of Destiny maintained her smile, she couldn’t help but question:

"Grandmother Pope, aren’t you worried I might get killed before I even see Ahtal?"

"This will be a test of your abilities." The Pope of Destiny maintained her usual gentle smile, "If you really can’t reach Ahtal, then it’s also fine not to send the letter."

The Suna sitting opposite her was the contemporary Saintess of Destiny, possessing the ability to return from death; even if killed, she could undergo posthumous revival.

This was why she was willing to let Suna take the risk.

"Then I’ll give it a try." Suna pursed her lips, took the letter from the table, and left the carriage. Under the escort of knights, she advanced toward the Kingdom of Heliopolis.

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The cold wind howled.

After reaching the border of Heliopolis.

In front of the towering city wall.

Suna bit her lip nervously, observing the soldiers on the wall and noting there were not only followers of the Church of Death but also many followers of the Dusk Cult as well as believers in various demons and witches.

And at that moment.

The city gate was lowered.

"Suna, you shouldn’t have come to find me at this time." Xi Mu appeared, riding an eight-legged horse, with a group of the Church of Death followers behind him.