After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

Chapter 111 He... likes big, mature ones

"Human, are you... awake?" A light laugh came into his ears, Ximu covered his forehead and looked at the God of Fear above his horizon.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled:

"It seems that I am not suspected."

"Yes, you are just a piece of firewood infected by Surtur's fire." The God of Fear turned around, walked towards the window, pushed open the closed window, and focused on the outside world.

This scene was like a proud god who disdained to cast any glances at mortals.

However, he was actually very frightened and wanted to kill Akhtar in advance to avoid the future Ragnarok.

But as long as he thought of the look in the eyes of the Lord of Ashes in the mirror, he did not dare to mention the intention to kill Akhtar, even though he knew that Akhtar was extremely weak at the moment, and reason told him to kill Akhtar in advance.

However, the fear in his heart was screaming, constantly telling himself not to do stupid things, otherwise that terrifying existence would jump out of the mirror, causing the world to turn into... ashes in advance.

"Is my ending crazy?" Ximu put down his hand covering his forehead, looked at the palm that was burning with ashes, and said:

"Who killed me?"

"..."

The God of Fear's expression was frozen.

He didn't know much about Akhtar's life experience, so it was difficult for him to make up a story to deceive Akhtar. If Akhtar noticed something was wrong, it might lead to Akhtar going to extremes, causing the world to enter the twilight of the gods in advance.

"You should go save your companions." He waved his hand and chose to change the subject, "I will not protect the safety of the God of Blood for the time being."

"Thank you." Ximu smiled and turned to leave the dark bedroom, while the God of Fear kept his back to him, listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, his body began to weaken, and he sat on the ground against the wall.

He hugged his knees with his arms and sobbed.

In the past, he thought the greatest terror was the omniscient god, but now his thoughts have changed. What really scares him is the future... the Lord of Ashes, the existence that burns the whole world.

What should he do now? Should he tell everything he has seen and let the gods strangle Akhtar in advance?

Or should he wait silently for the arrival of Ragnarok.

"Hey~ Are you crying?" A pleasant girl's voice came, causing the sobbing God of Fear to tremble.

He raised his head and showed his tear-stained cheeks.

"Did you see a very bad future?" The Goddess of Lies asked curiously, looking at the God of Fear who was about to say something.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

"..." The God of Fear opened his mouth and wanted to tell the future he saw, but found that he had no courage. The look that seemed to cross time was too scary.

Now if he told the scene he had foreseen, would there be a spear that would pass through the barrier of time and space and directly stab him to death.

There was a moment of silence.

"No." He chose to escape. Although the world might be burned in the future, it was always a matter of the future and had nothing to do with him now. He should let his future self and the gods worry about it.

In response, the Goddess of Lies showed a skeptical expression. She stroked her long skirt and squatted down, saying softly:

"Don't be afraid. What did you see? I will help you find a way."

Don't ask.

The God of Fear thought so, but did not say it. He pursed his lips and said:

"I saw the God of Blood dead."

"Did Akhtar kill the God of Blood?" The Goddess of Lies narrowed her eyes slightly, "The human who killed the gods... Hum, interesting."

She stood up and stretched, outlining a slightly undulating figure, and her pleasant voice was playful.

"Then I'll go and play with him."

"Don't go!" The God of Fear raised his tone a lot and found that he was not in a normal state.

He thought about it and explained.

"The Witch of Death has been watching Akhtar. If you get too close to Akhtar, you will be in danger."

"I see." The Goddess of Lies nodded as if she had suddenly realized something, and then waved her hand gently, "I'm very strong, even the Witch of Death doesn't have to worry."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared from the spot.

The God of Terror breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell into a state of self-remorse.

He should have told the information about Akhtar.

At the same time.

In the City of Blood.

On a tall building.

"Hahahaha God of Terror, it's quite fun." The Goddess of Lies laughed pleasantly, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "You're obviously so scared, but you're still trying hard to cover it up."

The corners of her mouth curled up.

"If he knew that the future he saw was just a lie we made up, would he show a very interesting expression?"

Eden: "..."

When they were chatting last night, they also made a plan on how to deceive the God of Terror.

The so-called pills made by the three goddesses of fate are essentially restorative potions. The fate of the three goddesses of fate is applied only to increase the trust of the God of Fear.

And the magic mirror that can see the future is just a mirror that can play a predetermined picture. The so-called picture of Akhtar turning into the Lord of Ashes and burning the whole world is just Akhtar's imagination, plus she and the goddess of lies added details to create... a false prophecy.

"Akhtar is indeed very suitable to be a believer of lies." The goddess of lies smiled and raised her hand to stroke her cheek. "If we hadn't made up the story together last night, I would have thought it was a true prophecy."

"So you want to get him, right?" Eden's voice was calm. From her perspective, there were many loopholes in the fabricated false future.

Why can the little mare be able to carry the Lord of Ashes, and why can the completely crazy Akhtar bear not to kill the little mare.

And why can the God of All-Knowing be killed when the Tree of All-Knowing still exists.

"That's what I said, but Akhtar is not interested in me." Spreading her hands, the goddess of lies showed a subtle expression, "He likes the figure of the goddess of life."

"..."

Eden shook her head.

She had long discovered that Akhtar had a clear preference for mature and intellectual women. Whether facing the goddess of life or talking about Hecate, his attitude in his words would change.

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Fear outside the castle.

Ximu walked out of the door and looked up at the sky with thick dark clouds. The scarlet eyes that were peeping at the world began to dim.

This means that the object of the God of Fear's fear has shifted, from the original God of All-Knowing to himself.

However, this is not a good thing. The more the God of Fear fears something, the stronger his strength will be, and the more difficult it will be to control himself.

If he does not get rid of the God of Blood as soon as possible, he will be killed by the newly born Source of Fear.

The Source of Fear created based on the God of All-Knowing is a representative of rationality.

But based on the Lord of Ashes he fabricated, it is a synonym for madness.

And at this moment.

"Sir Akhtar, what did you do?" A questioning female voice came from behind.

Ximu turned around and saw the headless maid carrying her cage.

"The source of fear has changed." The headless maid picked up the birdcage, "Who... are you?"

"It's a human." Ximu answered, and then left without looking back.

The headless maid fell silent upon seeing this. She, who was always elegant and calm, rarely showed an uneasy expression.

The breath exuded by the newly born source of fear was not the extremely rational in the past.

On the contrary, it was full of crazy violence, as if it was stained with Surtur's fire.

Could it be that Akhtar was really related to Ragnarok?

Thinking of this, she turned back to the castle and planned to talk to the God of Terror.

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"Boom!" The blazing flames engulfed the streets, and the blood believers along the way were swallowed by the red flames before they could react, and turned into ashes in an instant.

Ximu walked out of the flames, accompanied by Misty, one in front and one behind.

"Stop, Akhtar." The Blood Pope blocked the two.

"You can't go against the will of God."

"You come here in person to stop us." Ximu grinned, "You are worried that we will really get rid of the God of Blood, right?"

"…"

The Blood Pope did not answer.

Not long ago, the source of fear suddenly disappeared and told a message that Akhtar had woven a false prophecy, giving birth to a new fear for the God of Terror.

And this also means... the God of Blood has lost his protection, and he must personally stop all enemies approaching the God of Blood.

"We just want to take back Michael." Ximu sighed and took out the Sword of Light.

"But others really want to kill the God of Blood."

He asked with a smile.

"Are you sure you want to stop us?"

"Retreat now, I don't want to kill you." The Blood Pope responded coldly.

He didn't want to fight with Akhtar and Mist. Now his strength has dropped very seriously. As the God of Blood is getting closer to death, his strength increase is about to disappear completely.

Ximu grinned disdainfully, with dangerous flames overflowing from his teeth, and Mist beside him also responded, and the long sword slashed out closely following the dragon's breath.

"Boom!" The hot dragon breath mixed with the sharp slash, like a gorgeous rose in full bloom, blooming in the Blood City.

This battle was in full swing from the beginning, and both sides were very anxious and wanted to get rid of each other as soon as possible.

The Blood Pope was worried that the power of the Blood God would decrease too quickly, resulting in him not having enough strength to suppress Akhtar and Mist.

Akhtar and Mist's idea was very simple, they wanted to determine how weak the Blood God was now by confirming the strength of the Blood Pope.

Until they had a chance to assassinate the God.

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Blood Temple.

Miss Black Knife was like a ghost, hiding in the shadow of the corner. She held the Great Sword of Death and silently waited for the opportunity, an opportunity to assassinate the God, as long as Akhtar gave her the order.

Then her sharp blade for assassinating the God would be unsheathed without hesitation and assassinate the Blood God.

And at this moment.

A conversation was heard in the Blood Temple.

"God of Blood, you are dying." Michael's voice was extremely calm, with a hint of compassion.

"You are the second god to die."

"Can a god go to hell after death?" The God of Blood raised his withered hand, looked at Michael who was bound by blood-colored chains, and said:

"I also have a soul, and I should be able to go to hell after death. As long as the goddess of death is willing to let me go, then I can also... revive again."

Michael asked, "Did the Plague Goddess also go to hell?"

"The soul of the Plague Goddess has been taken away." The God of Blood replied. Regarding the information about the Plague Goddess, the gods in high heaven know very well and can confirm that the Plague Goddess's soul has not gone to hell.

"Perhaps the "soul" is also dead." Michael gave the analysis calmly, and the God of Blood was silent after hearing this. He supported the throne with his withered hands and managed to stand up.

He staggered to Michael's side, stretched out his hands like bird's claws, and touched Michael's beautiful face.

"Michael, do you hate me?"

Michael: "..."

"I hope you hate me, hate me forever." The Blood God smiled evilly, "But with your personality, I'm afraid you won't hate me. You will only regard me as a guy with a bad personality who needs to be redirected."

Michael: "..."

"I don't want to die, and I also want to become a good god." The God of Blood showed a pleading look in his eyes, "You are the only one who can help me now."

He spoke his mind.

"Ask your friend to ask the Witch of Death to remove the poison of "death" from my body."

Judging from the current situation, it is impossible to threaten Akhtar to cooperate, so the only way is to make Michael ask.

Michael has the power of enchantment and can make anyone agree to a request.

To this.

"You underestimate Akhtar too much." Michael replied, "He is a man who will not be easily affected by words. Even if I ask Akhtar, I will only encounter rejection."

He recalled the first time he met Akhtar.

"There is no trace of confusion in that man's eyes. He clearly knows what he wants to do, and a person who is not confused will not be easily influenced in his choice."

"Please, this is my only request to you." The God of Blood's voice was weak, making people feel pity.

The closer he is to death, the less he has the so-called dignity of a god and is willing to plead with mortals.

"Yes." Michael agreed, and then added, "But it is impossible for Akhtar to agree."

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Inside the city.

The curtain of blood was like a broken pearl, falling rapidly towards the ground, but the speed was faster than a bullet.

Under the bombardment of the continuous rain of blood, the solid high-rise buildings turned into sieves in an instant and collapsed like a sand castle.

And if it was just like this, it would be okay, but the Blood Pope was still attacking at this time, piercing with a cane made of gems.

"Qiang" The sword of light collided with the cane, and the collision burst out with a powerful impact, blowing away the blood on the ground.

However, the falling raindrops had no effect. They hit Ximu like bullets, causing the silver armor to dent and deform, as if it had been hit by countless hammers.

After this battle, it’s time to upgrade the Red Dragon Blood Armor.