After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 387 - 142: There’s Simply No Way to Refuse_2

Chapter 387: Chapter 142: There’s Simply No Way to Refuse_2

Of course, if it was just about getting away from the battlefield, he could let Eden take him into a hidden layer of Hell.

"Once the fight starts, I won’t be able to look out for you," the Corpse Witch said with a light smile, lifting her bandage-wrapped thigh, "Why not, try hugging my thigh."

"No need," Xi Mu shook his head, his gaze landing on Eden’s black silk-wrapped legs, "I have better thighs to hold onto."

"Aren’t my legs shaped a bit better?" The Corpse Witch focused on a rather strange point, beginning to compare in an odd way.

The atmosphere grew subtly awkward.

"Enough, let’s not talk about this," Xi Mu said, covering his face with one hand, talking to the Corpse Witch who lacked a sense of urgency, "you guys are in the middle of a fight right now."

"..." The Corpse Witch paused slightly, looking in the direction of the battlefield and noticing that everyone’s eyes were on her.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

"How about, let’s not fight, okay?" The Corpse Witch raised her hand, speaking somewhat inappropriately, "Although we are at a disadvantage, if you insist on causing trouble in Hell, you will also feel very vexed, won’t you?"

She wore a light and charming smile.

"Why not consider negotiating?"

"Refusal," said the God of Dreams, her voice cold, "Even if Hell becomes chaotic because of this, we cannot allow you to have the opportunity to develop further."

"That’s a very reasonable point," the Corpse Witch said with a disappointed sigh, then immediately hugged the arm of Ahtal next to her, "Then allowing someone who wouldn’t affect the outcome of the battle to leave, is that okay?"

The God of Dreams thought for a moment and then nodded, "We permit Ahtal to leave, but correspondingly, you must also allow Hell’s Apostle to leave."

"That’s unexpectedly sensible," the Corpse Witch smiled, pulling Ahtal’s arm, flying towards the passage cleaved open by the Goddess of Death.

Just as they were about to fly into the passage.

"Ahtal, were you once my follower?" The Goddess of Death’s gaze was cold, reflecting Ahtal holding a birdcage in one hand and the Saintess of Destiny in the other.

As to whether Ahtal was one of her followers, she was not very clear herself. There were simply too many who worshipped her, not only in the living world but also a huge number of followers in Hell.

Add to that her work was never-ending, so she generally did not pay attention to her group of followers.

Her attitude had always been, if you want to believe, believe; if not, then don’t.

"I used to greatly admire you. The first time I saw your figure in church, I was deeply attracted," Xi Mu recalled the first time he entered the Church of Death, when he was truly captivated by the statue of the Goddess of Death. He thought she was... truly beautiful, especially that aloof and cool demeanor, which made one want to humiliate her fiercely.

"Later, I met the Witch of Death. She patiently listened to my prayers and was willing to grant me strength, and she didn’t mind my transgressions at all, even easily forgiving me for some excessive demands," he continued.

His voice grew lower as he spoke.

"Even though I knew the Witch of Death was dangerous and might not be a good person, I just couldn’t bring myself to refuse."

In the first cycle, he truly had been attracted to the Goddess of Death for her beautiful appearance, but later he found that the Witch of Death was the better choice. Not only was she outstanding in beauty, she was extremely generous in granting power, and even willing to protect her own followers proactively.

In contrast to the Goddess of Death who offered no response, he knew right away how to choose, so he didn’t hesitate to switch his faith to the Witch of Death.

"Is that so." The Goddess of Death withdrew her gaze, knowing why Ahtal chose to convert. Even though it could be frustrating to hear, she could very well understand Ahtal’s conversion.

In contrast to her lack of attention to followers, the Witch of Death not only listened patiently to their thoughts but was also extremely generous in granting power. She even had the Church of Death give up on persecuting the Church of Life for Ahtal’s sake.

Anyone would find it hard to resist that.

"She was just interested in you due to your potential to become a demon," the God of Dreams explained coldly, "The Witch of Death just wanted to use you."

There had already been professional analyses on why Ahtal was so valued by the Witch of Death. It was definitely because she saw Ahtal’s potential to become a demon, which is why she paid special attention, gaining his loyalty.

"Then I’m willingly used by the Witch of Death," Xi Mu responded immediately, facing the God of Dreams, "She’s worthy of my faith."

"Hmph, what an obsessed fool," the God of Dreams snorted coldly, feeling disappointed by Ahtal’s infatuation. It was clear in his heart that he was being exploited by the witch, yet he still chose to serve her.

"If only the Goddess of Death were the Witch of Death," Xi Mu stared deeply at the Goddess of Death and then was whisked away with the Corpse Witch into a profound black hole.

The Goddess of Death remained silent, even though she knew the reasons behind Ahtal’s betrayal, she had no intention of changing her attitude towards her followers. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

As the actual manager of Hell, she had to make sure there were no problems in Hell, otherwise, it would be irresponsible to all the deceased.

The priorities were crystal clear.

However, to say there was not a hint of disappointment in her heart would be a lie... The most stunning genius of the era, once her follower, now stood on the opposite side, which naturally made her feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, this betrayer of hers still held an unwavering belief in the Goddess of Life, adding complexity to her feelings.

"He is just unable to stand firm in belief, and he doesn’t understand you," whispered the God of Dreams, only to see the Goddess of Death’s expression turn suddenly earnest, a seriousness she had never shown even in the face of the Creation Witch.

Following the gaze of the Goddess of Death, he saw a girl standing at the forefront of all demons and witches. She wore a white pointed witch’s hat, had blue wavy long hair, and emanated an aura that was both icy and detached.

Without a word, without explanation,

just her mere presence was overwhelmingly dominant, she had to be the legendary Witch of Death herself.

No wonder Ahtal was so obsessed with her.

The God of Dreams couldn’t help but wonder if he would be able to resist the allure of such a mysterious and powerful existence.

The answer was, of course, negative.

"Let’s fight somewhere else," the Witch of Death spoke indifferently, casually ripping open the very bottom of Hell, and then she stepped right in.

The Goddess of Death, seeing this, did not hesitate to follow her in.

The crowd onlookers exchanged glances, and just as they hesitated whether to follow, two indifferent voices sounded.

"Leave it to me."

"Do not follow," the nearly simultaneous voices made both sides abandon the idea of following, turning their attention instead to their adversaries.

...

...

At the same time,

In reality,

At the borders of the Kingdom of Heliopolis,

"Between the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Death, who is stronger?" Xi Mu stood upon scorched earth, the scene before him resembled Hell itself, not only had the landscape fundamentally transformed, but the muddy ground also emitted such heat as if it were being steamed on a high-temperature iron pan.

"Who could possibly guess such a thing," the Corpse Witch pinched her chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked,

"The words you spoke in Hell, you weren’t just pretending to show loyalty to the Witch of Death, were you?"

Xi Mu responded emotionlessly, "Don’t suddenly change the subject. As a witch associated with death, don’t you have any judgment of your own?"

"The concept of corpse is only marginally related to death," the Corpse Witch rolled her eyes but nevertheless continued contemplating Ahtal’s line of thought.

"The Witch of Death is hailed as the strongest witch of all time, while the Goddess of Death is proclaimed the strongest goddess, both the pinnacle of death."

She raised her hand, gently touching her hair by the ear, and smiled a shallow, charming smile.

"Once they finish fighting, we’ll know who is stronger and who is weaker, but if we have to say who has a greater chance of winning, I think it should be the Goddess of Death."

"Because the Goddess of Death has lived longer?" Xi Mu inquired, to which the Corpse Witch nodded unequivocally and said,

"That is an objective fact, impossible to deny."