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

"God is dead."

A faint laugh spread into the clouds.

Eden, standing on the clouds, looked in the direction of the voice and saw the figure of the goddess of lies emerging. She put her hands behind her back and looked at the burning world in the distance with a smile.

"The one who killed the gods was Akhtar."

She turned her head and looked at Eden.

"The gods allowed Michael to be taken back, but... killing gods is absolutely not allowed."

"The one who killed the God of Blood was Akhtar." Eden's voice was calm, looking at the source of fear riding an eight-legged horse in the lower world.

She gently lowered her eyes.

"But it doesn't have to be Akhtar."

"Yes, as long as I am willing to change my tone a little." The goddess of lies kept smiling, looking at Eden wearing a cloak, and said:

"But I can't think of a reason to help Akhtar hide it."

"What do you want me to do?" Eden asked calmly, and the goddess of lies was slightly stunned when she heard it, and her cheeks puffed up slightly:

"If you cooperate like this, I won't feel the joy of winning at all."

She sighed, very disappointed.

"According to the normal plot development, you should be tough, and then people will say "You don't want Akhtar to be executed by the gods", and then you will succumb to their threats with an unwilling face."

Eden: "..."

"Forget it, let's get to the point." The goddess of lies became serious, looking at Eden's calm and cold face, "Do you know the true power of the omniscient god?"

"Do you really want to rebel against the omniscient god?" Eden asked back, and in the silent expression of the goddess of lies, she turned around and turned into a light mist and disappeared on the spot.

Leave a word.

"Wait until you really think about this problem, then come to me."

"..."

The goddess of lies was silent for a moment, and before she could adjust her mood, she felt the air getting hot.

The spear pierced the atmosphere, carrying the flames that burned the world.

"Ah... why did you stab me again!" The screams of pain from the goddess spread out of the clouds, accompanied by the blazing flames that engulfed the sky, as if dyeing the sky red.

The source of fear withdrew his sight, and the spear automatically appeared in his hand, and he continued to attack all the lives he saw.

Crazy... No, unexpectedly, the source of fear, who represented madness, revealed cold rationality. Everything started from burning the world, which made his behavior look very rational, but not as crazy as people thought.

After a while.

The mountains turned to ash.

The rivers dried up.

The weirdness turned into smoke and drifted away.

The source of fear rode on an eight-legged horse, holding the God of Terror in one hand and the spear in the other, passing through the sea of ​​fire and descending on the endless snow.

Then, He found himself surrounded by dragons.

Hundreds of dragons covered the sky, blocking the escape route, looking at the one-eyed Akhtar with malice.

Then they fell silent.

Alas... Did they admit their mistake?

A trace of confusion appeared in the eyes of the leading dragon. They wanted to punish a thief who stole the power of dragons.

Not the great existence in front of them.

"Excuse me, we are just passing by." The leading dragon spoke, his voice revealed humility and extremely respectful.

"Make way, don't block Lord Akhtar!"

Instantly.

The dragons made way without any hesitation. They were very confused and at a loss.

The target of the punishment was right in front of them, but they had no intention of punishing him. It would be better to say that they wanted to escape.

At this moment, Akhtar in front of them, holding the back of the neck of the God of Terror with one hand, his momentum was more terrifying than that of the gods, and his eyes were cold and indifferent to everything.

This made them fight, which was no different from suicide.

However,

The source of fear raised the spear, and the dragons present immediately responded and fled in different directions. Some fled to the boundless sky, some dragons dived under the earth, and some fled close to the ground.

But... it was too late.

The spear was swung down mercilessly, and the blazing fire instantly engulfed everything, blooming a red flower towards death on the boundless snow.

Except for a few dragons that were good at escaping, all the dragons turned into ashes in an instant.

After doing all this.

The source of fear rode away on an eight-legged horse, and the God of Fear, who was carried by him with one hand, had no desire to live.

Originally, the source of fear could only move in the strange world he unfolded and could not pose too serious a threat to the outside world, but the newly born source of fear caught him and took him away from the strange world.

And this is undoubtedly a very terrifying thing. The source of fear that he materialized this time was born to burn the world and was hostile to all life.

Imagine it for a while.

Possessing god-level power and having indiscriminate malice towards all life, this is simply a moving natural disaster.

Wherever it passes, it will be reduced to ashes.

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…

At the same time.

In an unfamiliar snowy mountain.

Halfway up the mountain.

Mist lowered her head, raised her hand and gently gathered the long red hair hanging by her ears, looked at Akhtar leaning on her shoulder, and said softly:

"Sir Akhtar, are you feeling better?"

"My magic power will be restored tomorrow." Ximu explained, and then cast his eyes across, only to see Michael keeping a gentle smile, looking at him and Mist.

Thinking for a while.

"Actually, I can take care of myself now." He supported the ground, trying not to lean on Mist's shoulder.

However.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, please don't force yourself." Mist reached out and put her hand on Akhtar's shoulder, and then said in Akhtar's surprised eyes.

"Please take a good rest." After saying this, she pressed Akhtar on her knees a little forcefully.

"This is the first time I have seen Mister treat a man so proactively." Michael threw a piece of wood into the fire in front of him.

He chuckled at Akhtar.

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Maybe it's gratitude." Ximu answered uncertainly, and Michael smiled when he heard the words and turned his attention to his sister.

He is actually very clear about how difficult Mist is to approach. He believes that Mist can solve all problems with absolute power and has no interest in any social interaction.

Under such circumstances, it would be very difficult for anyone except his brother to get close to Mist.

However, Akhtar allowed Mister to take the initiative to get close to her, and was willing to give Akhtar her shoulders to rely on, and was also willing to offer her knees to let Akhtar rest.

This treatment has gone beyond the scope of friends.

"Akhtar helped me a lot." Mist lowered her head and looked at Akhtar on her knees with a gentle smile.

In a soft voice, she told how Akhtar helped her.

After a long time, the narration stopped.

"It's really a kindness that is hard to repay." Michael sighed, feeling that it was hard to repay what Akhtar had done for their brother and sister.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Akhtar, do you desire demonic power?"

"Is it the power that Mist showed?" Ximu asked, and Michael nodded and explained to him.

"After reaching the limit of the human realm, your strength can no longer be improved unless you can be promoted to a demon."

His tone slowed.

"But the conditions for becoming a demon are too harsh, so people came up with a way to inherit everything from the dead demon."

Ximu frowned, "Inherit everything?"

"It's not an inheritance, it's a category of imitation or resurrection." Michael explained, "If the devil or witch is compared to a god, and the human soul and body are compared to plasticine, then you only need to knead the person into a god. , you can draw on divine power.”

"Wouldn't this have any impact?" Ximu questioned, and Michael admitted frankly and explained to him.

"When you imitate someone who is too similar, it means that your original self has disappeared." He explained to Ximu.

"So imitating a dead devil or witch is very dangerous."

"It feels very similar to...the companion of a god." Ximu commented, and Michael nodded and said:

"If you are interested, I can teach you this magic to learn."

His voice gradually became lower.

"Now you really need the strength to protect yourself."

After the death of the Blood God, Akhtar's situation became extremely dangerous, and even going to hell might be a luxury, so he wanted to give Akhtar more power to protect his own safety.

Even though he knew it was dangerous.

"No, I can become a demon myself." Ximu calmly refused, and then added, "The God of War personally told me that I can become a demon."

"Really?" Michael showed a relieved smile and stopped talking about how to use the power of the devil.

Since Akhtar can become a demon, the option of using demonic power is completely meaningless.

There are limits to imitation after all.

The next day.

The sky is slightly bright.

Ximu disappeared into the horizon on the little mare, while brother and sister Michael and Mister stood side by side, looking at the direction Akhtar left.

"If you want to follow him." Michael turned his head, looked at his reluctant sister, and chuckled:

"It's still too late to chase him now."

"He doesn't want me to accompany him." Mist's voice revealed her disappointment. She had said last night that she wanted to stay by Akhtar's side and protect Akhtar's safety, but she was killed by Akhtar. A firm refusal.

In response, Michael shook his head helplessly.

"I want to go to the Magic King's City to thank Ms. Hecate for her help to our brothers and sisters."

He seemed to add casually.

“Maybe we’ll meet Akhtar.”

"Let's go." Mister's gloomy eyes lit up. Since Akhtar was unwilling to let her protect her, she would go to the Magic King's City to wait for Akhtar. Sooner or later, she would meet Akhtar returning home. Then of course we can get together and chat.

Michael looked at his impatient sister and couldn't help but shake his head. He felt helpless that his sister was so concerned about a man but had no intention of actively pursuing him.

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Underworld.

Ground floor.

"It should be safe here, right?" The dwarf master looked at his new home. In order to avoid Akhtar, he deliberately moved near the Church of the Three Destinies, and also found a well-known astrologer to help cover up his fate.

Thinking of this, he reached out and pushed the door open.

"Come back?" Ximu sat on the sofa in the living room and greeted the dwarf master who walked in, showing a gentle smile.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"..."

The Dwarf Master's expression gradually changed from a smile to despair. He knew that he could not escape Akhtar or the investigation of the Witch of Fate.

Even if he lived next to the church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, it would be the same.

"My armor is broken." Ximu pointed to the Red Dragon Blood Armor on the table and expressed his needs, "Can you please strengthen it?"

No.

The Dwarf Master thought so in his heart, but did not speak out. He touched his white beard and came to the table.

He looked at the Red Dragon Blood Armor and said:

"Who did you fight with to cause such serious damage?"

"Can it be repaired?" Ximu did not explain, but only cared about whether his Red Dragon Blood Armor could be repaired.

In response, the Dwarf Master gave a positive answer.

"No problem, give me seven days, and I can completely repair the Red Dragon Blood Armor."

Ximu asked again: "What about strengthening?"

"It will take at least two months." The Dwarf Master answered immediately, but Ximu was not very satisfied. He took out a dagger and aimed at his palm.

No... It's the bracelet given to him by Hecate.

"Wait, don't summon the Witch of Fate for such a small matter!" The dwarf master twitched his mouth and quickly grabbed Akhtar's hand.

"Give me a month, I can not only repair it, but also strengthen it."

"I want to strengthen it to the level of plus ten." Ximu said, and then added, "It is to strengthen it to the same level as the Great Sword of Death."

"..."

The dwarf master suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and wanted to scold Akhtar for not understanding forging, not knowing the defense of the artifact level, and how difficult it is to forge.

But he didn't dare to scold.

"Sir Akhtar, you may not know the difficulty of forging artifact-level weapons." He explained in a good voice.

"It is impossible to forge it in one month."

"No, you can." Ximu smiled, looked at the desperate expression of the dwarf master, and hooked the bracelet with a dagger.

The bracelet fell to the ground.

"..." The dwarf master was also completely desperate. He really didn't want to meet the Witch of Fate. With such a dangerous existence, no one could guarantee that his soul would not be stuffed into the wick and tortured forever.

And at this moment.

The light...began to twist, and Hecate appeared behind the Dwarf Master. She glanced at the desperate Dwarf Master, then glared at Akhtar and said:

"Disciple, you made me worry in vain."

"Teacher, you should have foreseen all this." Akhtar seemed very confident and had sufficient confidence in Hecate's ability.

But Hecate shook her head helplessly after hearing this, and then cast her eyes on the Dwarf Master, her red lips moved slightly, and she compiled the corresponding fate.

"In the next month, you will have inexhaustible physical strength and magic power until the Red Dragon Blood Armor is strengthened."

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