After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 363 - 132: The Descent of the Goddess of Death

"..." The Pope of Destiny paused briefly, then resumed her usual benevolent smile and comforted the anxious Suna, "Don’t rush, take your time."

"Grandmother Pope, you don’t seem surprised?" Suna realized, looking at the Pope of Destiny who maintained a kind smile. She had delivered such significant news, yet the Pope of Destiny showed no signs of shock or disturbance, as if she had already anticipated a severe crisis looming in the future.

The Pope of Destiny didn’t answer immediately. She picked up the teapot from the table to pour herself a cup of hot tea and then explained:

"According to the information conveyed by Lord Ahetar, the Witch of Death might use half the world’s souls to strike at Hell. I had already considered this possibility..."

Her face, lined with wrinkles, showed a hint of worry.

"To gather more than half of the world’s souls, the forces led by the Witch of Death, once at a certain disadvantage, would immediately initiate a ’Great Purge’ of this world to amass enough souls to strike at Hell."

"As soon as the Church of Death is at a disadvantage, they will immediately initiate a ’Great Purge’ of the whole world?" Suna clasped her palms together and slammed them on the table, spilling the water from the teacups. She finally comprehended the true horror of the situation.

"Isn’t this war then a trigger for the apocalypse?!"

"There is that possibility," the Pope of Destiny answered with a smile. As the current Pope of Destiny, she had already anticipated the worst outcome before the war had even begun. The return from death by Suna indirectly confirmed her thoughts.

If the Church of Death were put at a disadvantage, they would immediately plunge the world into the abyss of war, indiscriminately annihilating all life they encountered, thus gathering enough souls to strike at Hell.

"Suna, how was the future world destroyed?" she asked the anxious Suna, her demeanor calm and steady.

Upon hearing this, Suna fell silent for a moment, then discussed the intelligence she had gathered—from indiscriminate bombings worldwide using ancient bombs, to the followers of the Dusk Cult performing a large-scale sacrifice to create a cluster of volcanoes, and the battles between witches and divine beings.

Though described briefly, from the viewpoint of an ordinary person, it was an unimaginable natural disaster.

"Is that so, it truly is a dangerous situation," the Pope of Destiny nodded slightly with a smile, seemingly unworried by Suna’s description of the future.

She pointed at a letter on the table.

"Suna, go and deliver this letter to Lord Ahetar."

"..." Suna picked up the letter, hesitated for a moment, and then asked the Pope of Destiny, "Grandmother Pope, can I share the news of the future with Lord Ahetar?"

"Hehehe~ You can decide for yourself," the Pope of Destiny smiled kindly and reached out to pat Suna’s head, "You are now the Saintess of Destiny; you need to have your own thoughts and judgments, otherwise, you’ll become a puppet of fate."

"Personality is part of destiny, right?" Suna mentioned a piece of common knowledge among the followers of destiny. Different people lead destiny in different directions, which not only depends on their abilities but also on their characteristics. Therefore, being a person with opinions, who clearly knows what they want, is crucial for controlling one’s own destiny.

"Go and find a way to prevent this world from being destroyed, Suna," the Pope of Destiny said softly. Suna fell silent upon hearing this, picked up the letter from the table, and decisively turned to leave the carriage, accompanied by a few knight guards, heading towards the Kingdom of Heliopolis.

Shortly after Suna left.

The Pope of Destiny sighed softly, her wrinkled face showing concern. As a human, she truly did not wish for the world’s creatures to perish needlessly because of the war between witches and divine beings.

She leaned on the table and stood up, her figure vanished from the spot as she began to contact the heads of various churches to explain the severity of the situation through prophecies.

The previously rapidly advancing army immediately slowed their pace, losing their previous fervor to annihilate all cultists, and instead started to find various reasons to delay the army’s advance.

Meanwhile, the churches began trying to verify the prophecies of the Pope of Destiny.

Soon, the accuracy of the prophecies was confirmed. Indeed, they found buried ancient bombs and discovered that the followers of the Dusk Cult were gathering to prepare for a large-scale sacrificial ritual to create volcanoes capable of drowning the world.

If they were to engage in all-out war with the Church of Death, it indeed might lead to the destruction of the world... no, more precisely, to their own destruction.

In fact, the world itself would be unaffected; the gods of the high heavens would still exist, only the creatures on the ground would disappear, necessitating the Goddess of Life to recreate life.

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Border of the Kingdom of Heliopolis.

In front of the majestic city walls.

Xi Mu, riding an eight-legged horse, said to Suna at the city gate, "Suna, you shouldn’t have come to see me."

"Because I must see you," Suna, ignoring the wary eyes of the followers of the Death Cult, approached Lord Ahetar’s side and extended her fair, slender hand, "This is not a good place to talk."

Xi Mu’s face showed surprise, as if he had guessed something. He reached out and grabbed Suna’s hand, pulled her firmly into his arms, and then rode on the small female horse into the city gate.

"Tsk, annoying woman."

On the city walls, Shark Girl Kaschte, carrying a saw-toothed large sword, sat on the edge of the wall, her pert posterior squashed flat.

Her exquisite face full of displeasure.

"Resorting to psychological warfare in war, are we now going to invite Lord Ahetar’s lover, teacher, and friends to persuade him one by one?"