After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 359 - 130: The Untriggerable Return from Death_2

Chapter 359: Chapter 130: The Untriggerable Return from Death_2

"I’m going to talk to the Witch of Death," Xi Mu shook his head, but then saw Suna grab his wrist, smiling gently at him.

"Don’t trouble yourself." Suna pulled out a sharp dagger, grinned slyly at Ahtal, "If I die, won’t the problem be solved?"

After saying that, the sharp dagger in her hand mercilessly plunged down, piercing through her own heart and ending her... life.

Wait a minute.

"...Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Suna clutched her chest, began to roll on the ground, the blood staining the floor red, "Damn, I forgot that life and death have already overlapped!"

Xi Mu twitched the corner of his mouth, squatted down, and treated Suna, healing the damaged heart. Then he said:

"Do you want me to give you another stab?"

"Come on!" Suna bit her teeth. She couldn’t break the overlap of life and death on her own and had to rely on Ahtal’s power to kill her.

However, her tone changed quickly.

"Never mind, living isn’t too bad."

"..." Xi Mu slightly frowned, following the direction of Suna’s gaze, he discovered that the Witch of Death had appeared behind them without him knowing.

"Lord Witch of Death, what brought you here?"

"I need to speak with you," the Witch of Death asked coldly, "Who spread the rumor that I plan to sacrifice half the souls of this world?"

Xi Mu turned his head away, avoiding the Witch of Death’s icy gaze, of course, he had leaked the news... no, it was a matter of finding the source of the rumor.

The Witch of Death sighed softly and said indifferently: "Come with me."

"Yes." Xi Mu nodded slightly and followed the Witch of Death away. He needed to explain why he spread the rumor that the Witch of Death wanted to sacrifice half the souls of this world.

Meanwhile, Suna, who remained in place, looked at the bloodied dagger, abandoned the idea of killing herself, and decided to wait for Ahtal’s return.

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The next day.

Dawn.

"Lord Ahtal?" The doll girl revealed a mischievous smile, responding to the drowsy Suna, "The battle with the Church Alliance Army has already begun, hasn’t it?"

"What?" Suna subconsciously stood up, only to see the doll girl move her fingers slightly, and undetectable threads had Suna tied up securely.

"Please wait here patiently." The doll girl smiled beamingly, "Don’t go anywhere until Lord Ahtal comes back."

Suna: "..."

Now the situation became troublesome, should she try provoking the doll girl to make her lose her temper and kill her.

After some time.

"The Saintess of Destiny has been raised well, she doesn’t even curse." The doll girl sincerely admired, "If you wish to try angering someone, I do have some insights. Are you interested?"

Suna remained silent, hugging her knees.

The doll girl didn’t get angry at her verbal provocations, instead, she showed a keen interest in listening to everything Suna said to provoke her.

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Meanwhile.

"Boom!" A mushroom cloud rose gradually, the spreading blast wave blew away the snow, and a giant ape was sent flying backward. Before its body even hit the ground, Yemengade suddenly burst forth, opened its massive serpent jaws, and directly swallowed the giant ape alive.

The scene resembled a python swallowing a rabbit.

"..." Yemengade glanced once at the outskirts of the Kingdom of Heliopolis, clearly seeing the Church of Death battling the Church Alliance Army.

It was a fight more fierce than the battles between monsters, with a scale that surpassed the limits of vision, as if the flames of war had spread to every corner of the world.

Such a vast scale, it astonished her, the Monster Witch, making her wonder if the Church of Death could withstand it before she transformed into the King of Monsters, Tifeng.

With that in mind, she began to hunt more anxiously, devouring every monster in sight and incorporating their genetic factors into her body.

The so-called ritual of resurrecting the Monster Witch was essentially about allowing oneself to contain the genes and powers of countless monsters, transforming oneself into a congregation of "monsters". Even if every monster in the world died, as long as the "monster congregation" existed, it could recreate all the vanished creatures at will and even spawn entirely new types of monsters never seen before.

This was the true nature of the so-called Lord of a Thousand Monsters.

However, to achieve this, one first needed to accumulate a certain scale of monster genes, and then allow the Monster Witch’s personality to overwrite one’s own.

Without either condition, it was impossible to succeed.

So, in a way, to become Tifeng, the King of Monsters, was essentially to commit suicide, but this was actually an honor for the monsters...

It was a joyous and lifelong pursuit.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Hahaha... To stand against Ahtal is worth dying for!" Laughter echoed across the battlefield as a dwarf clad in battle armor, brandishing twin hammers, charged at Ahtal. Yet before he could get close,

Ahtal turned around indifferently, a black flame leaking from between his teeth. He breathed out black Dragon Breath, engulfing the dwarf completely.

"Don’t come back to bother me again," he said coldly, though many still rushed towards him from around.

No need to seek out enemies; there were plenty of believers in the God of War coming for him, despite the overwhelming gap in power between them.

Yet spurred by his heroic reputation, they challenged him irrationally.

"A man like you is someone I simply can’t overlook!" A sultry laugh filled the air as a muscular giantess charged over, swinging her huge iron club down.

"Bang!" Xi Mu caught the descending club with one hand, his palm igniting with black flames which then spread along the club towards the giantess, incinerating her to ashes in an instant.

"So eager to kill me for fame, aren’t you?" His smile was one of helplessness, but he soon felt excitement rising as he observed the strong approaching him.

"Well, there’s no helping it then." As the words fell, black flames engulfed his body, even his silver armor turned dark.

Then the flames devoured everything; lesser challengers were instantly turned to ash, while only a few powerful warriors, enduring the flames, continued their assault on Ahtal.

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"The Church really doesn’t play by the rules, do they?" Luwei stood on a hillside, her blue short hair fluttering in the wind.

She gazed at the battle below.

"But this time, they truly intend to finish us off."

"Aren’t we also planning to launch a preemptive strike on them?" A green-haired half-elf chuckled beside her. "I suppose the Church just shares your way of thinking."

Luwei: "..."

Last night, she had planned to make an early move against the Church Alliance Army. Yet, the Church had the same idea, resulting in both sides commencing the battle without any prior declaration.

Nevertheless, that hardly mattered. Everything that could be done had been done; she had not only united with the Dusk Cult to join the battle but also unearthed many hidden small-scale cults, dragging them into the war.

And just then,

"Are you the mastermind behind the Church of Death?" An elderly woman with white hair approached, leaning on a cane. "I didn’t expect someone as bold as you to come right to the front lines. Are you so confident in your abilities?"

"I’m just someone who follows orders and strategizes," Luwei responded calmly, looking at the old woman with the cane. "Does the Pope of Destiny personally intend to capture me?"

"Hehehe." The Pope of Destiny’s wrinkled face showed a kind smile. "I am rather curious about you. However, I wouldn’t mind seizing the brains behind the Church of Death if given the chance."

"Then you will be disappointed," Luwei’s body ignited with black flames and disappeared from the spot. She was merely a manifestation of a personality, and her true self had never appeared on the battlefield, always remaining with the Witch of Death.

This was not because she feared joining the war; it was purely because her energy was devoted to splitting her personality, leaving her with no strength to engage in intense combat.

"Then allow me to be your opponent," the green-haired half-elf declared, drawing the long sword from his waist, only to see the Pope of Destiny turn into a breeze and vanish from sight.

He smirked and said,

"Is it trendy now to act through clones?"