After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 376 - 137: Creation Witch_3

Now that Ahtal had to fight multiple battles consecutively, he couldn’t use the Sword of Light as casually as before.

Exactly.

It should have been like this.

Light, passing through.

Heracles, swinging his fist, revealed a helpless smile as his body was engulfed in light; he hadn’t expected Ahtal to be so decisive.

"..." Xi Mu glanced sideways at the clone beside him disappearing into a mist of light; he could still use the Sword of Light once more to quickly eliminate the enemy.

"Who’s next?"

"Relying on the power of the Sword of Light to win, isn’t that a bit dull?" a golden-haired elf lightly tossed her long hair, her emerald eyes reflecting Ahtal’s appearance, "A duel is a place for competing in wisdom, skill, and ability."

"I just want to bring out her soul." Xi Mu responded indifferently, leaving the golden-haired elf at a loss for words; she came to enjoy the thrill of the battle, while he was there to rescue his lover’s soul, their thought processes had been different from the start.

"Then let me fight you." She took out a bow and arrow made from a twig and walked toward Ahtal, "After all, I’m just a memory from the past; it doesn’t matter if I die."

"Memory?" Suna asked curiously from the stands, then received an answer from the God of Hell.

"Hell is divided into so many layers, along with so many reincarnated souls; how could Hell retain every soul every time? It just keeps the memories from before reincarnation, making them act according to logic they had in life."

"What about the people who fight with Ahtal?" Suna thought of a possibility; if the souls fighting Ahtal were just memories, could that mean Ahtal hadn’t personally killed Siegfried, but merely shattered Siegfried’s memory?

"Unless they have reincarnated, those who fight Ahtal are the individuals themselves," the God of Hell mercilessly shattered Suna’s glimmer of hope; he had no interest in creating memories specifically for fighting Ahtal.

"You really are awful." Suna uttered the disrespectful remark.

However, the God of Hell was unconcerned, observing the ongoing duel and began to speak of the nature of gods:

"As the God of Hell, my nature couldn’t possibly be kind; this is the fundamental impulse carried by ’power,’ just like how a man feels an impulse when he sees a beautiful woman, gods have similar impulses."

"Actually, witches also have similar impulses." A strange female voice suddenly entered their conversation, causing the God of Hell to pause.

He looked around, finding no one else nearby, yet the voice seemed to echo right next to him.

Who could possibly conceal their presence from him?

And just at that moment.

"You’re really a remarkable woman, I probably will never forget you," Xi Mu raised his hand to wipe the blood off his cheek, looking at the fallen golden-haired elf with a satisfied smile.

And at that moment.

"Ahtal, watch out!" Suna suddenly shouted anxiously; from the reflection in her eyes, a pair of jade-like arms were slowly reaching out from the void, touching Ahtal’s cheek.

"Why would she suddenly appear?" the God of Hell suddenly stood up, and without hesitation, he swung a fist at Suna beside him.

"Bang!" Suna’s body turned into a mist of blood. The spreading shockwave destroyed half of the duel arena, and Ahtal, who witnessed this, also angrily unleashed the Sword of Light, striking the God of Hell with an almost unavoidable ray of light.