After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 374 - 137: Creation Witch

"Victorious?" Suna’s beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. She had thought Ahtal would at least be entangled in a struggle with the Magic Queen for a while, yet the outcome had defied her expectations. The Magic Queen was slain by Ahtal with a single strike, splitting the falling moon along with the Magic Queen herself in two, ending the battle in an instant.

That was the renowned Magic Queen, an entity who would pose a great challenge even to Hecate, Ahtal’s teacher.

"There’s nothing surprising about that," the God of Dreams chuckled lightly, explaining to the Saintess of Destiny, "Think carefully about the powers Ahtal now possesses. Even just one of those could make him a true powerhouse."

He then added another sentence.

"Moreover, he is clad in the Garb of the Deceased, complemented by the soul of the Red Dragon King for reinforcement, bringing an end to the battle instantly only makes sense."

"Can the Garb of the Deceased really provide such a strong power boost?" Suna was puzzled. She hadn’t felt any increase in power at all. On the contrary, after donning Norma’s Garb of the Deceased, she felt her own abilities were being restricted.

"It’s the stronger party that provides reinforcement to the weaker," the God of Dreams explained with a light laugh, "Did you think the Garb of the Deceased worn by Ahtal is on the same level as yours?"

Suna: "..."

She pursed her lips, gaze shifting to the battlefield. Ahtal, riding on horseback, shook the Great Sword of Death, the body of the Magic Queen fell to the ground and dissipated into light mist, vanishing on the spot, and the moon that had crashed into the duel arena also disintegrated as if turning into clouds of vapor.

Xi Mu sat astride his horse, turning his head towards the spectators’ seats with a ten-person panel, wearing a taunting smile.

"Hmph, I’ll take him on!" A blue-haired girl surrounded by flickering lightning suddenly kicked off the ground, transforming into a streak of lightning charging towards Ahtal.

Her palm opened, and thunder coalesced within, leaving a dazzling trail across the retinas of the onlookers, accompanied by the rumbling clash of thunder.

Honing her lightning abilities, she had never suffered defeat in life.

An absolute power.

"Pfft!" The Great Sword of Death cut through the air, slicing the blue-haired girl’s waist, separating her attractive upper body from her lower, which slid a long distance across the gravelly ground until it collided with the barrier of the duel arena.

No one mourned. The next to reach the battlefield was the Blood Pope, holding his staff, falling from the sky.

"Ahtal, even if my power has waned in Hell!"

"...," Xi Mu remained silent, but his mare underneath him responded, vanishing from the spot and reappearing behind the Blood Pope as if through Instant Teleportation.

The Blood Pope was prepared, his staff suddenly changing direction, ready to defend against the impending Great Sword of Death from Ahtal.

However.

"Boom!" A heavy blow from the mare’s hoof imprinted on his abdomen, folding the Blood Pope over, his gaping mouth and bulging eyes indicating the strength behind the mare’s kick.

The Blood Pope was undeniably a powerhouuse. Had he been at the peak of his power or in his divine consort state, even the current Ahtal would stand no chance.

But now, the Blood Pope was merely a dead man, and the God of Blood he once believed in had fallen too; there was no way to invoke the power of the Blood’s Prayer.

His nearly invincible ability, "harm influence" couldn’t be fully realized. Now, he could only exert the pinnacle of human strength.

He was no longer the consort of the God of Blood.

And Xi Mu, seizing the opportunity, delivered a strike before the Blood Pope could adjust his stance, decapitating him with the Great Sword of Death.

"I’ll go!"

No one felt sadness for the Blood Pope as the strongest Swordsman from a thousand years ago immediately arrived at the battlefield.

"Ahtal, let’s have a duel of swordsmanship!" The Swordsman, discarding his traveler’s hat, drew the katana from his waist, his weathered face filled with anticipation.

"I’m not skilled in swordsmanship," Xi Mu shook his head, his lips moving slightly to mutter a summoning spell, and saw his shadow begin to wriggle, out of which a young lady in a black robe emerged.

He handed the Great Sword of Death to the black-robed lady and then explained to the strongest swordsman of a millennium ago.

"She is the Witch of Death’s attendant, known as the Black Blade, capable of slaying gods. If it’s a duel of swordsmanship you want, she’s far more suited than I am."

"The Black Blade that assassinated a god?" The Swordsman felt the hilt of his sword, looking at Miss Black Blade approaching him from across. He recalled the historical records, the assassin who dared to brandish a sword against a god was indeed a worthy opponent for him.

Xi Mu withdrew his gaze, calling out to the people in the spectator seats:

"Who’s next...?"

"Lord Ahtal, are you perhaps too anxious?" The Ghostly Queen spoke with concern, "The enemies you face are all among the mightiest. Please do not let a string of victories cloud your judgment."

"Let’s focus on that Swordsman first," Sol also nodded in agreement, "Since it’s a duel, we should respect the opponent."

"To win a duel is all that matters," the Jester girl snorted, transforming into a flurry of playing cards, appearing on the battlefield.

"Ahtal, you..." Her words were cut short as Ahtal released flames from between his teeth and without a moment’s hesitation, blasted her face with Dragon Breath.

She was ready, though, her body turning into cards and vanishing, then reappearing in the sky, holding a card painted with a raven.

Card summon.

That was the ability of the Jester girl, to turn creatures she’d defeated into cards using her powers, thus commanding the paper forms of the card creatures.

And as long as the creatures turned into cards were killed, they would resurrect after some time.