After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 386 - 142: There’s Simply No Way to Refuse

Gods, there is no concept of death.

This also means that any fatal attack is incapable of slaying a deity, and even with overwhelming strength, easily brutalizing a deity does not equate to the complete annihilation of one without the concept of death.

Unless someone can bestow the concept of death upon a deity, or if they inherently represent the end of things, only then can a deity be killed.

Does this mean that gods are beyond reach?

Of course not.

"Pah." The Creation Witch’s delicate hand gently tapped on the God of Hell’s cheek, with a force that probably couldn’t even kill a mosquito.

However, the God of Hell, reflected in her amber pupils, revealed an unparalleled horror, as if he faced a fatal crisis.

"Aargh!" The God of Hell let out a painful roar, clutching his chest with one hand, as if resisting some kind of change.

In reality, he wasn’t injured but instead received... an upgrade, gaining a perspective surpassing that of ordinary gods, and his form of life itself transformed.

This was very similar to "manifesting to me," but thousands of times more forceful, with no room for refusal. He became like another Creation Witch, understanding why life is born, grasping all the mysteries about life.

Whether this can be considered good, it’s unclear.

But one thing is certain, when a person receives relevant information and knowledge, it will inevitably change their personality and way of acting.

This might be considered growth.

But from the perspective of the old personality, it is not a good thing. It’s like a cockroach being implanted with the concept that it is human, gaining knowledge about humans, and then realizing it has been chewing on the corpses of its own kind, with millions of larvae in its stomach, living in dirty heaps of trash.

For the old cockroach personality, the past way of living was naturally without issue. However, with the enforced change in cognition to that of a human’s, the cockroach’s living environment would drive the cockroach... no, it would drive both the human and the cockroach to madness and despair.

And at this moment.

The sky was suddenly cleaved open,

"What is this?" The Goddess of Death’s indifferent eyes showed surprise. What she first noticed was a disgusting mound of flesh that kept contracting and expanding, its mucus-covered tentacles firmly clinging to the gray ground, spreading like a spiderweb.

"The God of Hell?" She quickly realized the true identity of the mound of flesh. On the flesh that continued to swell and retract, there was a face very similar to that of the God of Hell, though grotesquely distorted.

But she still recognized it was the God of Hell.

"Creation Witch, what have you done?" the Goddess of Death said as she dodged a palm strike aimed at her, countering with a scythe that was narrowly avoided by the alert Creation Witch.

The two distanced themselves from each other and confronted one another.

The Goddess of Death involuntarily glanced at the Saintess of Destiny, lying unconscious in the distance. Although she was unclear about the current state, if she could trigger a return from death, she would be able to rush back before Hell faced a crisis. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

However, as if reading her thoughts, the Creation Witch said, "The source of the God of Hell’s power lies in his memories. Even if you return to the past, his state will remain unchanged. He has become the anchor for my return."

With the God of Hell’s powers, he could resist temporal interference. Even if a return from death was artificially triggered, the memories implanted deep within the God of Hell’s mind wouldn’t change and would still cause the God of Hell to undergo an excess of "manifesting to me," turning into the oblivious creature that only wished to multiply ceaselessly.

"Then I’ll just have to kill you," the Goddess of Death said with icy resolve. With a flick of her scythe, and after the Creation Witch instinctively dodged,

The residual light from the scythe continued unabated, cutting the multiplying God of Hell in two.

The God of Hell did not die, but the process of his transformation was abruptly interrupted, leaving him in a near-death state.

Apart from the Witch of Death, she was the only one who could bestow the concept of death upon a deity, naturally capable of bringing the God of Hell to the brink of death, hence interrupting his transformation.

And at this moment.

"To strike so fiercely even at your own kind, truly worthy of the Goddess of Death," said a light laughter echoing in the air as the Goddess of Lies materialized.

She and the Color Witch stood beside the Creation Witch.

"Have you long wanted to use your power to kill a god?"

"Don’t get me wrong, this is a rescue," said an irritated voice. A smart-looking redhead boy in shorts and a jacket, with a host of gods numbering about a hundred, appeared.

Compared to the high heavens, gods in Hell are rare, but still not a small number, although many are not skilled in combat.

But when combined, they should not be underestimated.

"Are we going to have a brawl?" Suddenly the moon emerged in the sky, casting down silvery moonlight that illuminated the dark depths of Hell.

The Witch of the Moon, the Earth Demon, and the Negation Demon also stepped forward, standing behind the Imaginary Witch and facing off against the gods of Hell.

"Where’s the Corpse Witch?" The Goddess of Lies blinked her beautiful eyes, taking a headcount of the reinforcements and noticing the absence of a woman wrapped in bandages.

Upon hearing this, the Witch of the Moon gestured toward the distance, where the Corpse Witch appeared beside Ahtal.

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The Corpse Witch raised her hand and patted Ahtal’s shoulder, looking into his confused gaze, she asked, "Ahtal, why are you still here?"

"How am I supposed to run?" Xi Mu asked calmly in response. Currently, the only way to leave Hell was through a passage opened by the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death.