After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 382 - 140: The Lowest Level of Hell_2

Ahtal would not have it easy either afterward.

"Then let it be." Xi Mu gave up the idea of ascending to the Divine Throne and instead went behind it, only to see a door carved with an upside-down tree at the back of the throne.

He touched the carved tree door.

"Eden, please look after Suna."

"Sure." Eden nodded slightly, watching Suna run to her side. She knew very well that when the All Gods of Hell faced a crisis, they would trigger the ’return from death’ to force the Creation Witch back into her seal.

"Let’s go, then." Xi Mu exhaled, pushed the door open with his hand, and walked in without hesitation. As the Red Dragon King saw this, it turned into a red mist, re-attaching itself to Ahtal and helping him cover up the aura of a living being.

Upon seeing the overlapping images of Suna and the white-haired wife, Eden led them down to the depths of Hell.

Once through the door, the scenery changed dramatically.

A grey, endless expanse of land stretched out, where creatures resembling silkworm cocoons emerged from the ground, opening their sharp-toothed maws and emitting a piercing shriek toward the sky.

The black-cloaked Hell’s Apostles nearby, armed with scythes, were frantically slaughtering the creatures coming out of the ground. However, even this efficient murder could not keep pace. After devouring the corpses of their fellows, the emerging cocoons rapidly metamorphosed into creatures resembling mantises, with their attacking power greatly enhanced in an instant.

Although the Hell’s Apostles still maintained an overwhelming advantage, occasionally a surviving evolved being would, after a brief skirmish and consumption, transform into another creature.

It was a humanoid creature, with sharp, blade-like spikes growing on its body, fingers on both hands frighteningly pointed, and muscular legs that could crack the ground with a single forceful thrust, shooting out like a cannonball.

"Why can’t we finish them off!" A pretty girl gritted her teeth, swinging her scythe to cut down an approaching humanoid creature, then swiftly leaped backward. The creature’s splashing green blood corroded the ground into numerous small holes upon contact.

The creatures emerging from underground not only grew incredibly fast but their blood was also highly corrosive and toxic. Just the slightest touch was enough to affect a person, and many Hell’s Apostles who accidentally stained themselves with the green blood immediately felt unwell.

"Maybe it’s because she is close to descending." A sudden male voice startled the girl, who promptly swung her scythe in response.

"Clang!" The descending scythe was caught by a hand, and only then did the girl see the source of the voice clearly. It was a Red Dragon with many small braids in his hair, calmly locking eyes with her, his vertical dragon pupils emanating indifference.

"Where is the Aberration Prison?" Xi Mu asked, causing the girl, a Hell’s Apostle, to be momentarily stunned, before quickly realizing what was asked.

She hurriedly gripped the scythe, trying to pull it back, only to find she couldn’t at all. The hand gripping the scythe was very firm.

"Don’t worry, I mean no harm." Xi Mu tugged the scythe so that the girl, still clutching the scythe, was pulled toward him. Then, with one hand, he grabbed the girl’s fair neck, "Just tell me where the Aberration Prison is."

There was a silence.

The girl turned to glance at the towering gold and silver Twin Towers in the distance, but before she could explain, she noticed that the scenery was rapidly receding as a howling gale lifted the cloak from her head, revealing her water-blue hair.

"Wait aaaaah!" The girl’s scream echoed across the grey land, her plump thighs involuntarily squeezing the man’s waist, her entire body clinging to him.

When she came to her senses and surveyed her surroundings, she found that where the man had been, there were only corpses. The creatures that had emerged from the ground lay dead, their wounds burning with black flames.

What on earth was the deal with this man?

"Could you keep it down a bit?" Xi Mu spoke flatly, his Great Sword of Death slashing through the attacking creatures.

"They are not... deaf."

"Whimper~" The girl let out a small, animal-like whine, her legs around the man’s waist tightening, cuddling up to him like an obedient little rabbit, her hands clenching his broad shoulders tightly. As the man’s legs moved swiftly, her buttocks were rhythmically lifted, resulting in her body bobbing up and down.

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It had reached this stage now.

Unless he encountered a demon or deity, Xi Mu didn’t need to pay too much attention. He ran with all his might, encountering many of the Creation Witch’s creatures along the way; many had evolved enough to use magic and were engaging the Hell’s Apostles.

This was the horror of the Creation Witch, the only being capable of replacing the Goddess of Life to create a new system of life.

And just then.

Xi Mu’s charging footsteps abruptly stopped and he disappeared into a starlight, leaving behind a tremendous explosion. Towering black flames erupted at his previous location, soaring into the sky like a massive fountain, blossoming into a black flame flower.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Out of the firelight strode a burly man at least two meters tall, his face covered with curses, draped in a black cloak, his hands wearing sharp knuckledusters.

This was a bishop-level Hell’s Apostle.

Compared with ordinary Hell’s Apostles, bishop-level ones were, apart from the All Gods, the highest echelon of Hell’s combatants.

"Ahtal, stop disguising yourself with the garb of the dead." The burly man waved his hand, looking around, "The God of Hell wants to see you."