After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 390 - 144: Lady Witch of Death, Have You Won?

Hell is extremely dangerous.

This intelligence brought a sudden halt to a war that had spread across dozens of countries, but of course, it wasn’t because the hatred between them had been put aside.

"If I die in battle and descend to Hell," a Knight said, sitting in front of a fire and looking at the jerky cooking in the pot, his voice carrying a hint of fear that was hard to detect, "I hope I don’t encounter the battle between the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Death."

"We will only be in the shallowest layer of Hell after we die." The nun beside him smiled gently, but her face could not hide her worry, "I heard that the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death are fighting in the deepest layer of Hell, so it shouldn’t affect us even if we die."

"But what if the Witch of Death wins?" the Knight suddenly asked, catching the nun’s surprised gaze, he immediately realized he had said something wrong.

He scratched his head.

"Sorry, pretend I never said that."

The war had come to an abrupt stop, not because the cultist group was too strong; the Church Alliance Army, which held the advantage, could eradicate the cultist group if they continued their strong attacks.

But no one wanted to keep fighting; they were all waiting for the battle between the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death to end.

Who wins, who loses.

This concerned the future of the world; if the person who emerged from Hell was the Witch of Death, then it might signal the end of the age of gods.

"The Goddess of Death will certainly win," the nun whispered in comfort, "and even if the Goddess of Death were to lose, the high heavens still have the Goddess of Life, the Three Goddesses of Fate, the God of War, and many other powerful deities."

"That’s true," the Knight fell silent for a moment, then forced a smile at the nun. He felt the same, although just the thought of the gods’ rule being shaken was enough to jolt his longstanding worldview.

"And even if the Goddess of Death can’t win, All Gods can aid the Goddess of Death; after all, the Witch of Death is alone, and she has no powerful beings by her side that can influence the outcome of the battle." the nun added.

Though the Witch of Death was hailed as the strongest witch in history, wielding the power to bring down deities, in the end, she was but one person, and only the Witch of Death could grant death to gods.

When things get desperate, All Gods will surely make the right choice.

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In the deepest layer of Hell.

"Ugh!" The God of War, clutching at his throat, couldn’t help but vomit a pristine egg, his complexion sickly as he stomped the egg to death and then warily looked at the figure across from him.

In an environment swarming with insects, the Creation Witch extended a pale finger to catch a fluttering praying mantis, which then seemed to experience eons of time in an instant, its tiny body rapidly expanding into a beast with bladed growths on its body, as if it were forged from swords.

Knees, elbows, back, and forehead all bore blade-like sharp edges, with a mouth full of razor teeth dripping liquid that could annihilate a nation.

Beasts like this were everywhere, born incessantly from the undying flesh of the God of Hell.

While these creatures posed no threat to deities, they were a scourge to Hell.

As the battle between the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death progressed, more and more barriers of Hell’s layers were shattered, allowing the creations of the Creation Witch to pour into other layers of Hell.

"What an annoying woman," the God of War cursed through gritted teeth; his loathing for the Creation Witch was unparalleled. Compared to the Witch of Death, who aimed to take lives directly, the Creation Witch tortured one into a fate worse than death; a mere slap from her could transform one into a distorted being, with one’s consciousness and personality completely deviated.

And at that moment.

"Shut up!" A blade suddenly pierced through the God of War’s chest, followed by a little foot wrapped in a white sock kicking his waist.

The God of War’s body flew like a bullet, knocking the oncoming monsters dead one after another before crashing into a mound of flesh.

He clutched his stomach as he stood, his eyes turning towards his assailant.

"Goddess of Pharmacology, your mind hasn’t returned to normal yet," he said.

"My mind is very normal," responded a woman dressed in something akin to a nurse’s uniform, her green hair tied in a ponytail resting on her shoulder, holding a bloodstained blade, and gently caressing her slightly flushed cheek with one hand.

"I’ve always been a... dog for the great Creation Witch."

The God of War: "..."

Hadn’t they thoroughly cleansed the Goddess of Pharmacology’s memory from the inside out? Why did she still retain the memory of being a dog?

No matter what he thought.

The Goddess of Pharmacology couldn’t wait to kneel by the Creation Witch’s side, her knees on the bloodied ground, she rubbed her cheek fervently against the Creation Witch’s smooth thigh.

"Great Creation Witch, Pharmacology has always been waiting for your return," she said.

"..." The Creation Witch looked down, observing the flushed face of the Goddess of Pharmacology as she vigorously nuzzled her thigh.

"Pharmacology, how were you able to retain my memories?"

"After you were sealed away, I immediately surmised that All Gods would erase my memory," the Goddess of Pharmacology replied, "so I concocted a secret potion to preserve my memories and swallowed it in advance, only to take effect after three years."

Having explained, she nuzzled the Creation Witch’s thigh again, intoxicated by her scent, feeling an unprecedented fulfillment.

In the past, she was a serious and meticulous goddess, uninterested in anything aside from pharmacology, regarded as an ice queen by those around her. But ever since she was captured by the Creation Witch, she had undergone a complete transformation at both the physical and mental levels.

She was no longer a lofty goddess, but the Creation Witch’s... dog.