After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 361 - 131: The World is Destroyed_2

He then lowered his head to look at the ground beneath his feet and saw that the earth in front of his toes was torn apart into a canyon, spreading incessantly towards both sides. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Are you alright, Ahtal?" Mist released her slim hand that had been embracing Ahtal’s waist, her gaze vigilant as she watched the man opposite her. She felt that this man, clad in black feathered garb, was more troublesome than the Blood Pope they had once faced.

No... To be more precise, he was not on the same level at all, with no basis for comparison.

"I’m okay." Xi Mu calmly shook his head. He was wearing the reinforced Red Dragon Blood Armor, and with the blessings of the Goddess of Life, it wasn’t difficult to withstand a strike from the Black Death Bird, and it afforded him enough time to call for help.

That was the reason for his composure.

"I’ll hold him off." Mist tightened her grip on the long sword in her hand as power from Chaos spread, dyeing the blade a bright red. Crystal clear red butterflies fluttered, silently dissolving the world around them.

"What touching sentiment," chuckled the Black Death Bird as he calmly walked towards Mist. The black feathers in the air collided with the crystal red butterflies, disappearing into blooms of dark orchid flames.

Mist swung her longsword first, its sharp edge slicing through the air, spreading a deep red that enveloped the advancing man.

She stepped forward calmly, ready to delay as much as possible to give Ahtal time to retreat.

And at that moment.

"Retreat." A slender hand grasped Mist’s wrist and, before she could react, pulled her to the edge of the gathering at a speed that left no time for response, as if she had performed an instant teleportation.

"Why are there so many women protecting Ahtal?" The Black Death Bird emerged from the deep red, looking at Ahtal and Mist being dragged away by a girl with creamy white long hair, his mood feeling oddly intricate.

He vaguely had the illusion that if he continued to pursue Ahtal, more troublesome women might just pop up.

"Maybe he’s just more popular with the ladies?" A soft laugh suddenly sounded. The Black Death Bird turned his head expressionlessly, only to see a mature woman approaching.

She was wrapped from head to toe in white bandages that outlined her seductive figure, appearing both sexy and pure.

"The Pope of the Church of Death personally taking action against a little guy seems quite unfair." The Corpse Witch’s smile was light and charming, "Let me be your opponent instead."

"Behind the Church of Death, there’s more than just one witch after all." The Black Death Bird collected his frivolous demeanor and became serious. Facing an opponent of the Witch’s caliber required him to be earnest; otherwise, he might truly die.

Before he found a suitable successor for the position of the Pope of the Church of Death, he wasn’t ready to descend to Hell to serve the Goddess of Death.

"There are probably a few hundred witches behind the Church of Death." The Corpse Witch spoke nonchalantly while activating her power, utilizing the corpses on the battlefield, and forcibly manipulating them to attack the Black Death Bird.

The concept of corpses seemed very narrow, limited only to the remains left after death, but this didn’t mean she could only manipulate dead bodies; she could also turn others into corpses and thereby into her playthings.

Now, using corpses to attack was merely a probing action.

"It doesn’t matter how many witches there are, since all of you have already entered the fray." The Black Death Bird looked up, "Then they should join in as well."

Portals opened in the sky, and deities from the high heavens descended, signaling that the battle had escalated into a confrontation between witches and gods.

...

...

The following day.

Dawn was breaking.

"You can go now." The tightly shut door opened, and the doll-like girl entered the room, smiling faintly at Suna who was sitting at the table, "Although the Monster Witch hasn’t been revived, the war is almost over."

"You lost?" Suna asked curiously, only to see the doll-like girl tap her chin, ponder for a moment, and say:

"We ended up with a situation where both sides lost." She maintained her smile, "This world probably needs the Goddess of Life to create living beings anew."

"What do you mean?" Suna felt an extremely ominous premonition; if this world needed new life to be created, then that could only mean one thing: all life in this world had been extinguished.

"I mean it in the literal sense." The doll-like girl walked to the window, pulled open the tightly closed curtains, revealing the outside world.

"In order to win the war, both sides began to do whatever it took, and by the time they came to their senses, the world had already turned into this."

"..." Suna went to the window and looked out at the apocalyptic landscape, seeing flowing lava covering the earth, with no signs of life in sight.

"Even Luwei didn’t expect things to turn out like this." The doll-like girl shook her head, explaining to the silent Suna, "We thought it was just a localized war between witches and deities, but it turned out that the conflict was uncontrollable. Many hidden demons and witches inevitably got involved, along with a bunch of unexpected situations."

After a moment of silence, Suna asked, "Can you tell me what the unexpected situations are?"

"For example, just before the Alchemical Witch died, she planted ancient bombs all over the world, aiming to eliminate as many of the church’s reinforcements as possible." The doll-like girl mimicked the gesture of an explosion, "A clone that inherited everything from the Alchemical Witch indiscriminately fired at all the church’s locations, drawing everyone in, many of whom died in the blast before they could even react."

So the key was the clone of the Alchemical Witch.