After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 469 - 181: Defeated

Magic Kingdom.

Great Library.

Hecate suddenly stopped flipping through the pages and picked up the teacup on the table. As ripples formed in the tea, the figures of her apprentice Ahtal and the Flame Giant Surter appeared.

The fate of the world had reached its most critical turning point.

If Ahtal could not defeat the Flame Giant Surter, the world would be burned to ashes by him. Even if the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Life displayed strength surpassing that of the Flame Giant Surter, they would soon be adapted to and ultimately left powerless by him.

However, Ahtal’s victory over the Flame Giant Surter might not be a good thing either. The influence of Ragnarok would turn her apprentice into the King of Ash, a process that could at best be delayed slightly.

Of course, she could try to intervene. As Ahtal’s teacher, she had a dozen ways to stop her from challenging the Flame Giant Surter, but... stopping her would not save the world, and would instead deprive Ahtal of the right to choose.

She herself did not like others making decisions for her, so she would not decide for Ahtal, even knowing the path Ahtal was taking was a point of no return.

Unless she could come up with a third option.

"Teacher, don’t worry about me," the reflection of Ahtal in the cup suddenly turned, seemingly locking eyes with Destiny Witch Hecate, "I... will not lose."

Hecate was momentarily stunned, then smiled faintly.

She wasn’t worried about whether Ahtal could win, just about Ragnarok’s effect on Ahtal.

She withdrew her gaze.

Xi Mu took a step toward the Flame Giant Surter, red scales emerging on his skin, the Sword of Light in his hand ignited with Ash Fire.

"Here unfolds the destiny to become king," the blindfolded nun also clasped her hands at this moment, calling upon her unique power.

The dim barrier spread, turning everything it passed into ash-white as if draining all color, leaving only Ahtal and the Flame Giant Surter in vivid hues.

This barrier unfolded smoothly, ensuring no outsiders were present, allowing the Flame Giant Surter and Ahtal to engage in their fateful battle.

Only the victor could become the King of the Ash Kingdom.

The expression of the Flame Giant Surter was indifferent, feeling his power slowly waning, his once colossal body continuously shrinking to a size similar to Ahtal’s.

He seemed to have returned to the vulnerability of a young deity, but the experience he retained from being the Lord of Ash, gave him an undeniable advantage over Ahtal.

With that in mind, Surter crouched slightly and stomped on the void, seemingly ignoring the constraints of distance to appear before Ahtal.

He then swung a fist carrying the guaranteed hit effect.

"Clang!" A long spear pierced through the air, striking the Flame Giant Surter’s fist with accuracy, blocking the punch that had the guaranteed hit effect.

The spear also carried a guaranteed hit effect, which was why it could negate his punch’s effect.

Surter withdrew his fist and suddenly leaped backward, while Xi Mu took the opportunity to unleash the Sword of Light, delivering an almost unavoidable strike of light that engulfed Surter and even cleaved through the heavy rock layers of the underworld.

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"Is that the end of the battle?"

An extraterritorial demon sat crossed-legged outside the barrier, his face showing surprise, "Having lost the support of Ragnarok, is the Flame Giant Surter really this weak?"

"Previously, Sulter, as a deity, mastered forging and flames. The Sword of Light was crafted by his own hands," explained an unfamiliar man nearby. The extraterritorial demon looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with many lines on his face approaching. His aura was very weak; his tattered clothes aside, his body was also wrapped in Ash Fire, continuously burning his flesh and tormenting him.

He appeared to be infected with the Ash Fire.

"God of Seals, you’re still alive?" the extraterritorial demon asked in surprise, seeing the God of Seals rolled his eyes and sat down beside him.

"I’m not that easy to kill," he replied.

"Is that so," the extraterritorial demon withdrew his gaze, showing little interest in the God of Seals. To him, who wielded extraterritorial powers, seals had no meaning; he could easily break free from them.

Seeing this, the God of Seals was not in a hurry to converse. This battle for the Lord of Ash was far from over.

And indeed it was not.

The Flame Giant Surter appeared suddenly, as if through Instant Teleportation, behind Ahtal, launching a fist imbued with flame.

He had learned how to move freely in different spaces by escaping the seals using the techniques of Ragnarok.

This punch, too, contained the guaranteed hit effect.

"Clang!" Xi Mu once again brandished the spear of destiny, countering the fist that bore the guaranteed hit effect, and even piercing through the Flame Giant Surter’s fist in the process.

Then he grasped the pierced fist with a reverse grip.

With a cold and detached look, the Flame Giant Surter seemed to feel no pain at all and took the opportunity to exercise his forging power.

If the spear contained a guaranteed hit effect, then he just had to reforge the spear to erase the effect from it.