After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 371 - 135: Trial of the Twelve Levels of Hell_2

Chapter 371: Chapter 135: Trial of the Twelve Levels of Hell_2

Xi Mu said coldly, "You really are detestable."

"Don’t humans also love tragedy?" the God of Hell retorted with a smile, "I just like watching tragedies, but you all enjoy creating them, so clearly, the most detestable ones are you."

"They only know what’s bad," Xi Mu objected, yet the God of Hell gazed deeply at Ahtal, having long heard of Ahtal’s deeds and made a judgment about him.

That judgment was that Ahtal was headed towards an irreversible tragedy.

"Oh, it seems I haven’t introduced myself yet?" the God of Hell changed the subject, "Tartaros, that’s my name."

Xi Mu shook his head, "I haven’t heard of it."

"Then just call me the God of Hell," the God of Hell didn’t mind and continued speaking to the two of them, "I should have eliminated both of you on the spot, but in honor of the All-Knowing Saintess and the Three Goddesses of Fate, I can allow you to leave alive."

Xi Mu said in surprise, "You know Eden?"

"Is there a deity who doesn’t know her?" the God of Hell responded. Although the All-Knowing Saintess wasn’t considered a deity, she was too special, and both her strength and status were higher than ordinary deities.

"Then, in Eden’s name, would you hand over Evelyn’s soul to me?" Xi Mu asked tentatively.

"No," the God of Hell waved his hand, "unless you get the All-Knowing Saintess to exchange it for a branch from the Tree of Omniscience."

Xi Mu: "..."

"Have you decided?" the God of Hell chuckled, "I can give you a chance to leave alive."

"Suna, you go on ahead –" Before he could finish, Xi Mu found his mouth being covered, and saw Suna raising her hand to gently sweep her hair behind her ear, revealing her sparkling earlobes, and giving him a gentle smile.

"Didn’t I say it? I also have someone I want to bring out of Hell."

"Isn’t there another way to let us take souls out of Hell?" Suna withdrew her hand, ignoring Ahtal’s complicated expression.

She asked the God of Hell.

"If you really wanted to kill us, you wouldn’t have talked so much, right?"

"Not bad, Saintess of Destiny. Have you already grasped the trajectory of fate?" the God of Hell joked, then his expression became serious, "But indeed, there is a way to take souls out with you."

He explained to the two of them.

"Before Hell was completely sealed, there was a rule: if someone could break through the twelve layers of Hell, they could leave with the soul of the dead."

"However, if you fail, you yourself must stay in Hell."

Xi Mu looked down at the ground below, seemingly contemplating how to break through the twelve layers of Hell.

"I didn’t mean literally breaking through Hell," the God of Hell shook his head, explaining with unexpected patience, "You must battle the champions of the twelve layers of Hell, and if you defeat them all, you can take souls out of Hell."

Xi Mu caught on: "So it’s a duel?"

"Are you accepting the challenge?" the God of Hell asked with a smile, and upon seeing Ahtal nod without hesitation, he let out a hearty laugh, drawing puzzled looks from men and women on the roadside, wondering why anyone would laugh so happily in such terrible times.

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...

Meanwhile.

Reality.

"Clang!" The sickle and the dagger clashed, sending out a shower of sparks, as the Goddess of Lies retreated several steps, wiping the blood from her cheek.

She was losing.

No, to be more precise, she was about to be slain by the Goddess of Death; it hadn’t been long since they started fighting before she nearly let the Goddess of Death find her truth, nearly getting herself sent off with a single swing of the scythe.

And now, the Witch of Death’s seal had not been broken yet.

"What about the Color Witch?" the Goddess of Death’s voice was icy as she looked at the somewhat disheveled Goddess of Lies and swung her scythe again.

"Crack!" The Goddess of Lies instinctively blocked with her dagger, only to find the blade of the scythe slicing right through it, cleaving her into two halves.

Her body vanished as if it was refreshed and reappeared hundreds of meters away, unharmed.

This was not to say that the quality of her dagger was poor, it was purely because the Goddess of Death had endowed her dagger with the concept of "death," thus forcibly severing it.

That’s the troublesome part of the Goddess of Death; even if she possessed a Divine Artifact, it didn’t mean much, as it would be rendered useless after a few exchanges.

And this was with the precondition that she had added lies to her dagger beforehand.

"Perhaps the Color Witch fled out of fear?" The Goddess of Lies shook the broken dagger in her hand, taunting the icy Goddess of Death, "After all, the Goddess of Death is too strong."

"Why have I suddenly been classified as part of the Witch of Death’s faction?" The pleasant female voice revealed confusion, as the colors in the sky changed, as if someone had splashed paint across the sky, turning it from blue to orange.

And from within that orange hue, a witch with long orange hair emerged, dressed in a knee-length skirt and holding a palette, her expression one of helplessness.

She had always concealed herself well; why on earth had she been exposed out of the blue and categorized among the Witch of Death’s faction?

Even though she had indeed been observing from the sidelines within the Witch of Death’s faction.

However, she had no intention of revealing herself rashly, yet the Goddess of Death and the Imaginary Witch had named her explicitly, as if they were certain she existed.

"Because we have fought side by side in the future!" The Goddess of Lies flashed beside the Color Witch, excitedly grasping her hand, "We have resisted the Goddess of Life together."

It was a threat, no doubt.

The Goddess of Death curled her lip in contempt as she considered how these fools in the future would create several prisons to hold millions of lives, using them to threaten the Goddess of Life to abstain from taking action, promising the destruction of one prison for each act of intervention.

This was also why the Goddess of Life did not descend; these two witches... were truly shameless.

"This war involves the temporal dimension, does it?" The Color Witch frowned, obviously reluctant to join the fight, but since her identity had been revealed, if she did not participate, she would also be implicated in the event of the witches’ defeat.

"There’s a little one who can interfere with the temporal dimension," explained the Goddess of Lies offhandedly and then looked toward the Goddess of Death:

"With your participation, delaying until the Witch of Death breaks free shouldn’t be a problem."

"The Goddess of Death isn’t as easy to deal with as the Goddess of Life, is she?" The Color Witch pushed up her glasses with a hand, not believing her joining would influence the battle’s outcome. If it were the Goddess of Life, who was easier to deal with, they could simply threaten her with the lives of innocent people.

But the Goddess of Death wouldn’t care about the life or death of innocent people.

"Delaying time will be enough," the Goddess of Lies said with a light smile, despite having reached the heights of omnipotence. Still, she had no good solution for the seemingly unsolvable Goddess of Death. The plan for now was merely to delay time until the Witch of Death could be freed.

Otherwise, they would have to resort to a strategic retreat.

"Even if the Witch of Death frees herself, I still have to face the Goddess of Life," the Color Witch stated, not optimistic about the situation, but her body honestly took action.

She smeared the void with her color-drenched brush, forcibly altering the colors of the world and creating layers of sturdy prisons to envelop the Goddess of Death.

At the same time, the Goddess of Lies coordinated, stretching out her finger toward the direction of the prison.

"Imagine, the sun falls." Flames ignited the prison instantly; the spreading heat gave the impression that another sun had appeared in the sky.

But soon, the color of the sun changed, turning into a dark, all-consuming sun spiraling in the sky.

As if a black hole that devours the world.

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...

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

In the lightless darkness.

Xi Mu walked out calmly, finding himself in a vast arena, and looking at his opponent, his expression turned to surprise:

"Siegfried?"