After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 373 - 136 Personally Killed Siegfried_2

But it was for her children.

"You have a very legitimate reason for revenge," Xi Mu acknowledged calmly, unimpressed by the appearance of the Magic Queen.

"Accepting the invitation from the God of Hell was not for revenge," Sol stepped out from the crowd, approaching Ahtal to inquire, "You must be stronger now, right?"

His reason for accepting the invitation was not revenge, he purely wanted a fair fight with Ahtal at their peak conditions.

During their time in the mortal world, he had been afflicted with the poison of Chaos, unable to exert his peak strength, and now he had the opportunity to face Ahtal.

That was an opportunity he was unwilling to miss.

"I thought I would never get the chance to avenge," the Blood Pope emerged, sizing up Ahtal who had now become a true powerhouse, and said calmly,

"Don’t die before I complete my revenge."

"I heard you are the most stunningly talented genius of this era?" A girl, wearing clown makeup and holding cards, stepped forward and asked Ahtal, "I wonder if you could become a demon."

"Lord Ahtal, I didn’t expect to meet you in Hell," the Ghostly Queen came forward, flashing an embarrassed smile at Ahtal, "If we get a chance to fight, I will definitely concede voluntarily."

She felt the presence of the Creation Witch in Hell, her powers had been almost depleted but were now rapidly recovering.

Now accepting the invitation to fight Ahtal was purely to lose, to lighten the burden of combat on Ahtal so he could successfully complete the twelve trials of Hell.

As for dying again, she wasn’t particularly concerned.

"There really are many familiar faces here," Xi Mu observed everyone present, knowing he had to proceed with this duel.

Otherwise, he would surely face a siege.

"This is deliberate!" Suna, from the audience stand, witnessed the scene and pursed her red lips, "There is simply no chance of winning."

She had already begun contemplating whether to perform a return from death, otherwise, she would have to watch the scene of Ahtal being killed.

And it was as if it was anticipated.

"Don’t think about suicide," the God of Hell raised his hand, pressing it on Suna’s head, chuckling, "My memory is not affected by Time Retrospection, your little tricks won’t work."

Suna: "..."

"The Three Goddesses of Fate occasionally choose a Saintess with the ability to interfere with time, this isn’t the first time," the God of Hell casually explained, "Little one, you are not unique or special, you were just selected by the Three Goddesses of Fate, thus having the authority to meddle with the past."

This world does not allow time travel, which is an iron rule set by the God of Omniscience, and no existence can defy it.

But the Three Goddesses of Fate are exceptions, they each control the past, present, and future, endowed with special privileges by the God of Omniscience.

This privilege can be conferred on their followers by the Three Goddesses of Fate.

"Is that so?" Suna fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, shouting towards Ahtal, "Ahtal, don’t worry about irrelevant matters, just fight with all your strength!"

She faced Ahtal’s surprised gaze, and gently threw a punch, her smile bright and sunny.

"The rest, just leave it to me to handle."

God of Hell: "..."

This Saintess of Destiny, so important for her time reversal ability, used it on a man, a man who allies with the Witch of Death.

Usually the Saintess of Destiny are called upon for major crises, such as facing difficult demons or witches with bizarre abilities.

Yet this Saintess of Destiny is ensuring a safety net for a man.

"Since it’s already come to this," Xi Mu revealed a relieved smile, turned, and walked towards Siegfried, their gazes merging into one, their bodies moving and closing the distance rapidly.

"You really aren’t short of good women around you," Siegfried remarked, as red Dragon Scales began to emerge on his skin, transforming into a humanoid Red Dragon, his body ablaze with red flames, activating the "enhancement" ability at full power.

"But a woman can’t influence the outcome of a battle!" he said, flames escaping through his teeth, as he released a scorching dragon’s breath without hesitation.

The light of the fire engulfed the arena at that moment.

Then,

"Puff!" The Great Sword of Death pierced through the chest. Siegfried looked down, watching Ahtal, who had charged toward him through the dragon breath, a scene so counterintuitive that it surprised him. Even if Ahtal had reached the pinnacle of humanity, he shouldn’t have been able to forcibly withstand the dragon breath and get to him.

"There’s a huge gap in our equipment," Xi Mu explained briefly, then he pulled out the Great Sword of Death and stepped back a few steps.

Siegfried paused, his gaze involuntarily falling on Ahtal’s silver armor, which had previously had just a slight dragon trait but had now become a divine artifact-level defense.

No wonder Ahtal could charge through the dragon breath to reach him.

"Even if you can’t win, put up a fight for a few moves," he couldn’t help but quip, then his body fell onto the scorching rubble, turning into a blue shadow and vanishing from the spot.

Xi Mu fell silent, then said, "I didn’t expect to kill you with one strike."

Now he was basically a walking repository, not only possessing armor that had reached the level of divine artifacts but also wielding the Great Sword of Death personally enchanted by the Witch of Death and blessed by both the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Life.

To face Siegfried, who was barehanded and without any powerful blessings, was all too easy.

The two were simply not on the same level.

"Who’s next?" Xi Mu asked calmly swiping the Great Sword of Death, but no one immediately stepped forward to answer.

Now they were assessing Ahtal’s strength and wanted someone to probe Ahtal’s capabilities.

Otherwise, it would be too easy to be overturned.

"Protest!" A young girl wearing clown makeup came forward, raising her hand to complain to the God of Hell, "Ahtal is outfitted in divine gear, isn’t this a bit unfair?"

After their death and arrival in Hell, the equipment they owned in life was naturally unusable; they could only rely on their soul’s unique abilities to fight.

In contrast, Ahtal was wearing divine gear.

"Wait, he’s even summoned his mount!" The clown girl turned to look at Ahtal and stamped her foot, saying:

"Is this duel even fair?"

"You can summon a mount too," Xi Mu said, his hand stroking a mare’s neck calmly, "and you all have been ganging up on me; isn’t it very normal that I have some equipment and a mount?"

The God of Hell thought for a moment, then slapped his hand with a hammer, saying, "You all have been teaming up against Ahtal so many times; it’s pretty normal for Ahtal to wear some weapons too."

"And what about the Great Sword of Death he’s holding?" the clown girl pointed at the great sword in Ahtal’s hand, "A weapon blessed by a witch, can that also be rightfully used in the arena?"

"How about, Ahtal, you use a different weapon?" the God of Hell asked, just as Ahtal pulled out the Sword of Light.

The atmosphere turned silent.

The clown girl looked at Ahtal holding the Sword of Light in one hand and the Great Sword of Death in the other, realizing just how extravagantly wealthy her opponent was... possessing not just one divine artifact-he was wielding two divine weapons.

"If you are really scared, I can avoid using the Great Sword of Death during our fight," Xi Mu offered from atop his horse, looking around at everyone present, "Just say you’re scared of my Great Sword of Death, and I can put it away."

"Then I’m scared," the clown girl shamelessly raised her hand, her philosophy in battle was to use any means to win, unburdened by any code of honor of the strong; anything that could weaken the enemy’s strength was welcomed.

Xi Mu agreed straightforwardly, "Since you are a coward, then I promise I won’t use the Great Sword of Death against you."

"The disciple of the traitor, such cunning is indeed expected," a gentle female voice resounded, the scenery suddenly changing around them.

The Magic Queen floated in mid-air, the coldly silent full moon as her backdrop, gently waving her magic wand.

The celestial sphere fell.