After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 461 - 177: The Strengthened Seal_2

Offending the Destiny Witch and suicide are no different.

"What’s the use of chopping off my tail?" the Black Dragon said through gritted teeth; then, spreading his wings, he fled toward the Dragon Kingdom.

He could not stay in this strange place; who knew if someone might suddenly appear and chop off some other organ of his.

It was simply too dangerous.

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Underground world.

In front of the Sealing Gate.

"How is it?" the Goddess of Night asked her companion, gently caressing the heavy gate, "Are there still any gaps left to be filled?"

"Everything should be blocked," the Goddess of Daylight shook her head. "But this won’t delay things for long, the power of the Flame Giant Surter is expanding too rapidly."

"There’s nothing we can do, that type of flame that burns everything is too troublesome," a male voice suddenly came from behind the gate, followed by a man’s face appearing through the iron door.

God of Doors and Windows.

A deity in charge of the concept of "doors," anything related to doors pertains to him, even the gates to the high heavens are under his control.

He was now responsible for reinforcing any doors and windows leading to the Flame Giant Surter, forbidding any outsiders from entering.

Of course, the most important thing was to prevent the Flame Giant Surter from coming out.

"What does the God of Seals say?" the Goddess of Night asked. "Is he confident in delaying the Flame Giant Surter?"

"He’s already working hard on setting up the seals," the God of Doors and Windows said with a helpless expression, explaining to the two goddesses. "But he also said not to harbor too much hope. The power of the Flame Giant Surter is continually expanding; at most, we can seal him for three months."

"Will we have to face Ragnarok in three months?" the Goddess of Daylight showed a worried look. "Wasn’t it said that we still had ten years?"

According to the Three Goddesses of Fate, there were still ten years until Ragnarok descended, but now it seemed less than a year was left.

"Perhaps there are still other chances," the Goddess of Night said as if comforting herself, feeling unable to accept the impending Ragnarok.

This sense of crisis was indescribable, like a convict about to be executed, watching their day of death approach step by step in despair.

"Everything that can be arranged has been arranged," the God of Doors and Windows also offered a word of comfort. "If there truly is no way to continue sealing the Flame Giant Surter, then it’s up to the Witch of Death and Ahtal to confront the Flame Giant Surter first."

The Goddess of Daylight slightly shook her head, "If it really comes to the critical moment, the best method is to work together; otherwise, we’ll all be burned to ashes."

"That’s also true," the God of Doors and Windows chuckled, withdrawing his face from the door and no longer continued communicating with the Goddesses of Daylight and Night.

The most important thing now was to strengthen the sealing.

To ensure that the Flame Giant Surter could not break free in a short time, all of the Gods sealed off all passages, strengthened the seals, set up barriers, filled every corner with illusions, and dispatched many battle-skilled deities to guard.

But these meticulous arrangements could only delay the inevitable.

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Underground world.

Upper level.

In a village populated by dwarves.

A lively celebration was underway.

The dwarves raised their drinking cups, dancing around the fire in the village center, celebrating the end of the world and rejoicing that their world was about to be turned to ashes.

The group most sensitive to the arrival of Ragnarok wasn’t the gods or the bards, but the followers of the Dusk Cult who had a fervent belief in Ragnarok.

And the dwarves were the largest group of the followers of Dusk Cult.

"Pali, aren’t you happy?" a drunken dwarf youth approached the edge of the square and sat down next to a dwarf girl.

His gaze was questioning.

"It’s almost the end of the world, why aren’t you smiling?"

"..." the dwarf loli rolled her eyes, showing impatience with the over-familiar dwarf boy, but she still gave her reply, "I’m thinking of someone. Just thinking about him dying in the apocalypse makes me feel unhappy."

The dwarf boy’s expression stiffened.

About this dwarf loli who had come to temporarily stay in the village, he had always had a peculiar feeling, not only did she have a very mysterious past, she was also prettier than the girls in the village, and any slight contact with her stirred something uncontrollable within him.

And now he had heard that the dwarf loli was missing someone, worrying about that person dying in the apocalypse.

A bitter feeling unavoidably surged in his heart.

"That damned guy, dying that way would be too easy for him!" the dwarf loli gritted her teeth, then her expression suddenly became one of loss, "But that guy is already so strong, he probably has already forgotten who I am."

Dwarf boy: "..."

Seeing the dwarf loli’s expressions, he felt like his heart was being pricked by a needle, a pain that was hard to describe.

It really was presumptuous anticipation, yet inevitably disappointing.

"If it’s nothing important, go dance." The dwarf loli waved her hand, shooing away the dwarf boy beside her, "I’m fine staying here alone."

"..." The dwarf boy fell silent and left in a daze, feeling even more miserable from her dismissive attitude.

He lowered his head and took a step forward, a searing flame brushed past his cheek, and in an instant, the entire village disappeared, turning everyone but him to ashes.

Not... there was still one person alive.

The dwarf boy stiffly turned his head and saw the dwarf loli being gripped by the collar by a man in silver armor, lifted up like a small cat.

"Ahtal, let me go!" The dwarf loli struggled, her little feet kicking at Ahtal’s knees, showing no fear of the man holding her collar, despite him being a demon capable of slaying gods.

But as long as one does not fear death, there is no need for any fear.

"Still as spirited as ever." Xi Mu chuckled, then glanced at the nearby dwarf boy and said:

"Is this your little lover?"

"Hmph, my taste isn’t that poor." The dwarf loli snorted, causing the dwarf boy to twitch his mouth, feeling like his heart was stabbed.

However, he also cleared up one thing, the man who destroyed his village was the once-hero Ahtal, a formidable presence known for his deeds of slaying gods.

"Then he’s of no use to me anymore." Xi Mu’s eyes glimmered faintly, like flames burning, and the dwarf boy nearby instantly turned to ash.

He put down the dwarf loli.

"Hey, do you have any way to sneak into the sealed area of the Flame Giant Surter?"

Without thinking, the dwarf loli answered, "No."

"I plan to unseal the Flame Giant Surter," Xi Mu said calmly, "Are you sure you don’t have a way?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"A person as heroic as you wants to unseal the Flame Giant Surter?" The dwarf loli looked skeptical, "There’s a limit to lying; do you think I’m a three-year-old child?"

Even she had to admit, the man in front of her was a hero; it was unlikely he would release such a being as the Flame Giant Surter.

Rather, it would be more typical of Ahtal to try and kill the Flame Giant Surter.

"Haven’t I already become a fallen hero?" Xi Mu spread his hands, "Wouldn’t a fallen hero wanting to release the Flame Giant Surter be very normal?"

The dwarf loli tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Fallen or not, I know it in my heart."

This man’s deeds had always been spotless, the great hero until the Church of Death declared war on the whole world, and his reputation gradually began leaning toward corruption.

But she never truly believed that Ahtal had become a fallen hero.

"...I really have fallen." Xi Mu made no further defense, raising his hand to grip the dwarf loli’s collar and walking towards the village exit.

Outside the village, a blindfolded nun saw this scene, her face breaking into a smug smile as she walked towards Ahtal.