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

The sky was burning, and the dark clouds were reddened by the scorching heat, as if they could melt at any time, causing the sky fire to fall and burn the whole world to ashes.

The dangerous breath seemed to announce that the end of the world was coming.

"The new source of fear is about to be born." The goddess of lies raised her hand to block her forehead, looking at the burning sky, with a subtle expression on her pretty face.

"Eden, is that guy... really safe?"

Eden looked calm and whispered: "Didn't you personally describe the image and power of the new source of fear?"

"That's right." The goddess of lies still felt something was wrong. She referred to Akhtar's opinions and added some of her own subjective ideas to make up a Lord of Ashes.

The effect was very good. When the God of Terror saw the Lord of Ashes in the mirror, he was immediately frightened and panicked, and regarded the Lord of Ashes as the most feared object.

However, I don't know if it was because of being too scared, which caused the newly born source of fear to have a strong sense of danger.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have made up such a terrifying story." Her cheeks puffed slightly, but she didn't care much. Even if the God of Terror could materialize the Lord of Ashes, there was a limit to his strength after all, and it was impossible for him to fully materialize the Lord of Ashes she made up.

So she didn't need to worry too much.

"I hope they can take Michael away as soon as possible." Eden lowered his eyes, and his voice contained a trace of worry, "The source of fear born this time... maybe it will follow the description without distinction and burn everything."

"The God of Blood will not let them go." The Goddess of Lies smiled lightly and looked in the direction of the Blood Temple. "Now it depends on how Akhtar handles it."

She tapped her lower lip with her finger.

"If it's delayed too long, all the accumulated advantages will disappear."

Eden: "..."

According to the existing intelligence, it will take about an hour for a new source of fear to be born. It is basically impossible to rescue Michael within an hour, even if the God of Blood is extremely weak and it is difficult for him to show the great power that a god should have.

However, the Blood Pope was also capable enough to stop Akhtar and Mist.

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Ahem——

The Blood God raised his hand to cover his mouth, blood oozing out from his fingers. His breath suddenly improved, and his sunken eye sockets also brightened.

“Michael, help me.” He put down his hand covering his mouth and asked Michael beside him. Now he felt more awake than ever before, and his whole body was in an extremely transparent state.

It was a very strange feeling. He knew that he was dying... and he roughly guessed when he would die.

Michael was silent after hearing this. Looking at the pleading eyes of the Blood God, he knew that if he refused, it would probably lead to the Blood God abandoning himself and taking everyone present to die together, so he had to compromise.

“Akhtar, can I ask you for a favor?” He cast his eyes on Akhtar, and the two sides’ eyes overlapped.

The silent understanding made them reach a consensus.

"Can the Witch of Death remove the poison from the God of Blood?"

"..."

Ximu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Michael, as if to confirm whether Michael was joking, but after seeing Michael kept smiling.

He fell into hesitation.

"Akhtar, we have no conflict of interest." Seeing this, the Blood Pope also persuaded him. He poked the ground with a cane inlaid with gems, revealing an elegant and easy-going smile, "If you can help my God, you can not only gain the friendship of the God of Blood, but also the support of the Blood Pope."

"Forget the friendship of the God of Blood!" Misty's cold voice revealed vigilance. She didn't want Akhtar to have any involvement with the God of Blood, and was worried that the God of Blood would plot against Akhtar.

However, Ximu did not seem to care about the details, but was concerned about another issue, "After the treatment, will the God of Blood still attack Michael?"

"Of course not." The God of Blood answered immediately. He just wanted to survive now and was not very interested in Michael's body.

Ximu nodded and said:

"Okay, I hope you can keep your promise."

Is it successful?

The God of Blood was slightly stunned and looked at the Blood Pope. He felt incredible that the situation was so easy.

Ximu did not say anything nonsense. He squatted on the ground and began to write the spell. The golden words moved like swimming fish.

After a while, the golden words disappeared.

"What happened?" The Blood Pope asked, but Ximu shook his head regretfully when he heard it, when everyone felt hopeless.

"The Death Witch has agreed to take back the death poison from the Blood God." Ximu explained, looking at the surprised Blood God, and added coldly, "But the Blood Pope needs to be... a sacrifice."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The Blood God's surprised expression was restrained. He didn't expect the Death Witch to make such a request.

"Let me be a sacrifice. The Death Witch really values ​​me." The Blood Pope subconsciously clenched his cane and stared coldly at Akhtar:

"Why does the Death Witch know a small character like me?"

He is a big man in the Blood Church, but in the eyes of the Death Witch, he is just a small character. There is no reason to specifically ask him to be a sacrifice.

In this regard, Ximu gave an explanation.

"Because I have talked to the Death Witch about you. The soul of a god's companion is more valuable than the soul of a country."

"You just want me to die and take Michael away, right?" The Blood Pope asked coldly, "If the Death Witch really wants my soul, let the Death Witch come to collect it personally."

"The Death Witch will not come if you don't sacrifice your soul." Ximu smiled coldly and talked nonsense seriously.

In fact, he didn't contact the Death Witch at all, nor did he plan to save the God of Blood. He just planned to get rid of the Blood Pope.

Although it seems that the Blood Pope is at a disadvantage, it is still very difficult to fight. If there is no help from Mist, there is no chance of winning against the Blood Pope. The ability to damage and affect, plus the Blood Pope can use prayer to create a large amount of blood at any time, is really a bit...unsolvable.

"..." The Blood Pope looked cold, and bright red blood began to overflow from his feet, spreading like a river.

He planned to take force to make Akhtar surrender.

"Ah~ Human, do you think I would betray my partner?" The Blood God stood up, his skinny body exuding a strong sense of danger.

He walked towards Akhtar step by step.

"That has nothing to do with me." Ximu replied indifferently, and the sword of light in his hand ignited a blazing flame, "I am just relaying the will of the Witch of Death."

"Hehe~ You can only relay the will." The Blood God sneered. He did not doubt that Akhtar was lying, unless Akhtar was disrespectful to the Witch of Death and wanted to meet the wrath of the Witch of Death.

And Akhtar was still a noble hero.

So.

"Let the Witch of Death come." The palm penetrated, and the Blood Pope widened his eyes. He felt his heart being tightly grasped, as if there was an electric current running through his body, making him unable to move.

Then he was pushed and fell in front of Akhtar.

"Ahem, why?" The Blood Pope tried to support the ground with both hands, turned his head and looked at the God of Blood, his eyes full of...anger and confusion.

However, the God of Blood did not look at the Blood Pope, he cast his eyes on Akhtar and said:

"If you can't summon the Witch of Death, all of you will die."

In order to survive, he was of course willing to sacrifice the Blood Pope, although there were very few people who could become the God's partner, and they had to understand the corresponding path to a certain extent, which could meet the needs of becoming the God's partner.

But he was too lazy to care about the problem of his partner now. As long as he could survive, he would find a more suitable partner sooner or later for him who had unlimited time.

Now he could only compromise temporarily and sacrifice his partner.

"Heh... don't worry, how could I lie to you." Ximu squatted down and looked at the Blood Pope who was still struggling to get rid of the blood clot.

He held the Blood Pope's neck.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for following the wrong god."

"Hehehe!" The Blood Pope suddenly laughed out loud, and looking at Akhtar's cold eyes, his expression suddenly became ferocious, "I curse you, sooner or later you will lose your love and die in the hands of the one you love."

"Really." Ximu responded coldly, using the sword of light in his hand to pierce the heart of the Blood Pope, and the fire from the ashes swallowed the Blood Pope in an instant.

The Blood God showed an expectant expression.

Then, he saw Akhtar draw out the sword of light and chop it hard at him, and the light engulfed his vision.

"Boom!" The pillar of light penetrated the atmosphere, and even penetrated the thick dark clouds in the sky, revealing Akhtar behind the dark clouds. No... he was a similar existence to Akhtar. He rode an eight-legged horse, holding a long spear, and his one eye had a crazy will to burn everything, just like the Lord of Ashes in the endless and distant future.

Ximu and Misty also took advantage of this time to ride on the summoned mare, then grabbed Michael's collar and fled towards the horizon at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black dot and disappeared completely.

"Ahem, Akhtar, have you really figured out the price of daring to deceive the gods?" The cold voice suddenly echoed, and the blood of the broken temple surged, gathering into the God of Blood.

He is not dead yet.

God, even if he is dying, is still a god.

"Akhtar, who... are you?" The God of Blood raised his head, followed the induction of the breath, looked at the one-eyed Akhtar in the sky, and then fell into silence.

That's right, no matter the breath or appearance, it is no different from Akhtar, and the eight-legged horse can even explain Akhtar's identity.

But he can be sure that it is definitely not the Akhtar he knows, if Akhtar is so powerful and dangerous.

And at this moment.

Akhtar in the sky moved his eyes, looking at the God of Blood as if he were looking at an ant. His eyes seemed to contain the fire that could burn everything, which made people feel creepy.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

The God of Blood was stared at and dared not move, fearing that he would be stabbed to death by a spear. Akhtar in the sky did not move either, but his breath became more and more dangerous and real, as if he had walked out of a scroll.

But soon.

"It's the source of fear." The God of Blood reacted, but he also missed the opportunity to chase Akhtar. The eight-legged horse ran too fast, and now it was unclear where it had escaped to.

And his condition was too weak.

He was already about to die, but he was hit head-on by the Sword of Light, completely entering a dying state.

There was really nothing he could do now.

"My partner." The Blood God focused his attention on the ground. The Blood Pope, who was burned to ashes, felt a strong hatred towards Akhtar in his heart.

If Akhtar hadn't asked him to sacrifice the Blood Pope, he wouldn't have lost his partner. If Akhtar hadn't sneak-attacked him with the Sword of Light, he wouldn't have died so quickly.

If Akhtar hadn't deceived the God of Terror, causing him to lose the protection of the source of fear, he would not have fallen to this point.

However, it was too late to save it all.

The God of Blood squatted down, and the moment his fingers touched the ashes on the ground, the sword of death penetrated his chest, embedding the God of Blood on the ground as if it were a nail.

Miss Black Knife looked indifferently, stepped on the God of Blood, and drew out the Great Sword of Death. The gushing blood soaked her black robe.

In this world, who has the deepest favor of death and can reach the level of killing the gods. There is no doubt that only Miss Black Knife, known as the blade that penetrates the gods, can also give the concept of death to the gods. .

And this means that Miss Black Knife can theoretically kill a god, as long as the god does not resist and is still in a weak state.

That would be a fatal blow.

God is dead.

Miss Black Knife took a few steps back, turned into a phantom and disappeared in place, and the moment she disappeared.

"Boom!" The curse suddenly broke out, like a flash flood, and a large amount of blood poured out from the Blood Temple.

And as if stimulated by a curse.

The one-eyed Akhtar in the sky also reacted. He clenched the spear in his hand and locked his eyes on the goddess of lies in the City of Blood.

Both sides looked at each other.

"Boom!" The spear penetrated out, carrying the flames of ashes, setting the entire City of Blood on fire.

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at the same time.

on the other side.

The reflections of giant dragons suddenly appeared on the boundless snow. The hunter subconsciously looked up and saw hundreds of giant dragons flying past.

"I didn't expect that the Blood Church would actually ask for help from us." The leading dragon flapped its wings and looked in the direction of the Blood Temple.

"It seems they also know some troublesome information."

"It's a good thing to catch Akhtar." A giant dragon next to him answered, his voice full of calmness.

As dragons, they would not send them away one by one. When they knew that Akhtar had the ability to kill ordinary dragons, they had already decided to crush them with their absolute strength.

So they sent hundreds of powerful dragons at once. No matter how amazing Akhtar was, there was no chance of winning.