After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 485 - 189: The Battle Between Jed and Letixia

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In the lightless corridor, the regular sound of footsteps echoed, accompanied by the dim yellow light clinging to the walls of the corridor.

Each stone Xi Mu stepped on bore witness to tens of thousands of years passing, with murals on both sides chronicling the initial tale of how humans met the God of Omniscience, and the great blessings they were endowed with, achieving a myth of near-eternal peace.

The murals receded with his steps until the last one depicted humans, elves, dwarves, gods, and giants struggling amidst flames.

These were beings struggling beneath the Ash Fire.

"Could the initial chosen ones have anticipated that my arrival would burn them all?" Xi Mu questioned while plunging the Splitting Longsword in his hand into the newly opened ancient stone door.

Despite its ability to communicate with Ahtal after being held in his grasp, the Splitting Demon did not respond, soured by the thought that it was cursed just because the All-Knowing Saintess wanted to gift Ahtal something, thereby losing interest in speaking.

Xi Mu did not mind. Passing through the stone door, he was met with a bizarre scene: numerous dangling roots in the center of the void ended in a circular orb, wrapping around many pale-skinned humans blissfully lost in their dreams.

These were the initial chosen ones.

"These are deemed God’s chosen ones?" The Splitting Demon spoke on its own, the eye at the hilt moving as it stared at the initial chosen ones encased by roots.

It had preconceived notions about the so-called initial chosen ones, but never expected them to look like this.

Wrapped by roots, provided with the nutrients essential for life.

"Ahtal, are you really planning to burn them all?" It rotated its eyeball, looking at the man incarnated as the King of Ash.

"That woman wants you to spare their lives, doesn’t she?"

"Wanting doesn’t mean I have to agree," Xi Mu’s eyes, ruby-like and devoid of emotion,"I need their lives in exchange for a crucial piece of intelligence."

He bared a malicious grin, flames spilling between his teeth, then expelled the searing Dragon Breath, igniting all the dangling roots within the vast void.

How feeble they are.

The Splitting Demon watched the initial chosen ones start to struggle in the Ash Fire, witnessing those who had reaped endless blessings turn to ash amidst the flames.

This group of initial chosen ones, hidden under the protection of the roots, was incredibly powerful. Had they utilized their strength properly to slightly resist the burn of the Ash Fire, they could have easily found an opportunity to escape.

Yet, once they left their shelter, they became as helpless as toddlers learning to walk, burning into ashes in the scorching flames.

And just at that moment.

An unusually obese man broke away from the roots; his eyes widened the instant his body contacted the flames, then his skin burst into a golden radiance, resisting the Ash Fire, and he glanced around nervously.

Beelzebub.

This was a man who had sought to devour the Tree of Omniscience, although he had never succeeded. However, a hidden, relentless hunger concerned him more about increasing his own power, so he was quick to respond.

"What’s happening, is it Ragnarok now?" His pupils reflected the flames, thinking of the prophecy given by the God of Omniscience.

Could it be that he had slept through to doomsday?

Before he could figure out the situation, he noticed a man in silver armor at the exit, holding a longsword with eyes.

The man stood amidst the sea of flames, unscathed.

"Hey, how are you unharmed..." Before he could finish, the space was suddenly cleaved in two, and Beelzebub burst into a bloodline from forehead to groin, his body falling into the raging sea of flames, turning into a cluster of ash.

"Do the initial chosen ones lack all sense of crisis?" The Splitting Demon, incarnated as a sword, revealed a speechless expression. This group of initial chosen ones seemed to have no concept of "danger," facing a strange man like Ahtal, even if not fleeing, they should at least be wary of a possible sneak attack, yet they showed no such intention.

"It’s easier to deal with them this way." Xi Mu casually swung the Splitting Longsword, directly slaying an initial chosen one occasionally resisting the Ash Fire.

This group of initial chosen ones was actually not weak, their physical constitution even more outstanding than that of dragons, but tens of thousands of years of a crisis-free life meant that the concept of danger was almost impossible for them to fathom.

Thus, the best way to deal with this group of initial chosen ones was to use widespread attacks, killing them before they could react.

Otherwise, given some time, they would become rather difficult to kill.

"Does this make it easier to handle?" The Splitting Demon, incarnated as a sword, asked,"Are you Ahtal now, or the King of Ash?"

Xi Mu did not answer but flicked the Splitting Longsword, bisecting the space in the view, instantaneously cleaving a barely surviving initial chosen one in two.

Seeing this, the Splitting Demon incarnated as a sword did not continue to inquire. Had someone else been using him, he might have resisted or tried to control his wielder, but the man using him was the legendary King of Ash.

Thus, he could only obediently serve as a weapon.

Before long.

The scorching flames had turned all within the void into ash; the dangling roots had completely turned into charcoal.

Xi Mu indifferently turned and left.