After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 360 - 131: The World is Destroyed

The sky was dim.

Stars fell like rain, and the scalding earth was strewn with the fires of war; the scale of the battlefield had extended beyond the Kingdom of Heliopolis, affecting several neighboring nations.

Entire mountains were leveled, people died every moment, and the souls unable to move on seemed to fill every corner of the air.

"You are too weak," laughed the Tiger King, grabbing a head with his bare hands and kicking it casually, exploding it into a mist of blood in the air.

However, at that moment.

A blade pierced through, and the Tiger King incredulously lowered his head to look at the dagger piercing his chest, although he had maintained his normal level of perception. He should have noticed immediately if his "wave" was invaded by an external object.

"Hmph," a scornful snort came from behind him, and the dagger that had penetrated his chest was decisively pulled out. The assassin who had attempted to kill the Tiger King had already vanished within the battlefield.

It must have been those people from the Assassination Church.

The Tiger King clutched his chest, feeling the lethal toxin spreading from his heart, coursing through his veins to every part of his body, his consciousness dulling in that instant.

If it had just been his heart that was pierced, he might have been saved by his Death Resistance. But with the toxin smeared on the dagger, his fall was inevitable.

"Looks like I’ll just have to wait for the gates of Hell to open," he said, tugging the corner of his mouth. The Tiger King’s legs swelled suddenly, and he leapt high into the air, his eyes locked on the Church Alliance Army approaching from ten thousand meters away, and he threw a fierce punch.

"Boom!" The compressed wave spread to its limit, tearing the reinforcing troops of the Church into a mist of blood in an instant. The spreading wave formed a clear, transparent sphere on the battlefield, expanding visibly fast, turning into a powerful shockwave as it pushed the air.

Until it engulfed the Tiger King as well.

As the transparent sphere dissipated, a shocking crater was left on the battlefield, and it was impossible to accurately count how many had been affected in the process.

But no one cared, apart from a few extremely top-notch combatants, most were mere cannon fodder. As long as the number of deaths didn’t upset the balance of the battlefield, nobody minded, they were just numbers to the strategists pulling the strings.

"..." Xi Mu casually slew an assailant with his sword and turned to observe the Tiger King’s direction. The tide of battle was clearly turning against them, with higher-ups from the Church of Death beginning to fall.

This wasn’t to say that the Church of Death’s high-ranking officials were incompetent. They had done their best to eliminate enemies. However, compared to the vast reserve of powerful individuals within the Church Alliance Army, the Church of Death was clearly outmatched. If drawn into a war of attrition by the Church Alliance, it was inevitable that the Church of Death would lose—the only question was when.

The Church had always been unable to contend with the Church of Death, mainly because the Church of Death had always hidden itself extremely well and never engaged in direct combat with the Church.

However, Xi Mu wasn’t particularly bothered by this. As far as he could see, everyone was an enemy, and he savored the exhilaration of battle.

That was enough for him.

"Ahtal, surrender," someone approached him, clad in extremely lavish attire, made up of black feathers, with each finger sporting different colored gemstones, giving the impression of a fancy, large bird.

"Come back to the embrace of the Goddess of Death."

"Forget it, the Witch of Death suits me better," Xi Mu scoffed, his gaze turning ice-cold as he looked at the Pope of Death opposite him. "Returning to the embrace of the Goddess of Death is out of the question."

The flamboyantly dressed man in front of him, known as the Black Death Bird in the official game lore, had no definite lifespan and possessed the power to guide any life toward death.

"Are you still upset about the Black Rose Kingdom incident?" The Black Death Bird shook his head and spoke kindly to Ahtal:

"The Goddess of Death has her concerns, and as a believer, you should understand."

"..."

Xi Mu’s gaze did not waver, and his Great Sword of Death ignited with flames.

Seeing this, the Black Death Bird also shook his head regretfully. Although Ahtal was a rare talent who might have had the chance to replace him as Pope of Death, he had no intention of persuading him further.

"Then let the Goddess of Death have a personal talk with you." He took a step forward, black feathers drifting in the air, his gem-laden hands reaching towards Ahtal.

But from Ahtal’s perspective, it was like a giant hand covering the heavens was reaching down to grasp and crush him.

He stood no chance of winning or avoiding it.

As the Black Death Bird, whose lifespan was unknown and who possessed demon-level strength, he exceeded most popes of the Church with the support of the power provided by the Goddess of Death.

After all, the Goddess of Death’s power was beyond the norm.

And at that moment.

A red butterfly fluttered past Ahtal, and then a tall figure with wavy red hair appeared, blocking in front of him.

Suddenly.

"Boom!" The powers of Death and Chaos collided, spreading from the two as the epicenter, painting the heavens and earth in shades of black and red. The clashing forces tore the sky asunder, splitting the dust-filled heavens in two to reveal the brilliant starscape behind.

As the blade was withdrawn, Mist immediately reached out to wrap an arm around Ahtal’s waist, pulling him back and away from the Black Death Bird.

"That was quite the interesting move," the Black Death Bird said as he glanced at his palm, which sported a white mark with a trace of blood visible. But in a moment, it rapidly healed.