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

Chapter 122 For the sake of... the majority, only a few can be killed

Prophecy.

No... to be more precise, it is a notice.

The candidate saint from the Church of Destiny issued a notice to the Kingdom of Gomorrah, a mad demon of destruction, approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah at a very fast speed.

However, in fact, this notice does not have much meaning. The high temperature from the horizon melts the snow, and the sun parallel to the ground is getting bigger and bigger, burning the eyes of those who try to peek.

Only some powerful people can use magic to protect their eyes, resist the sun that burns their eyes, and see the approaching sun clearly.

"... Akhtar?" Anphis whispered in a low voice, unable to believe what he saw, because he was a bard who pushed Akhtar to become a hero, and because Akhtar... could not be a god.

That's right, although the candidate saint of the Church of Destiny advertised that the source of the disaster approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah was a mad demon.

But with his vision, he could tell that the existence approaching the Kingdom of Gomorrah was a god, not a so-called destructive demon.

"What is going on?" He whispered to himself, turned around and disappeared on the spot, intending to talk to the candidate saint of the Church of Destiny.

At this moment, everyone in the Kingdom of Gomorrah was afraid of the impending disaster and began to flee with their families.

However, there was no time at all.

The residents pushed, trampled, and cursed in panic, trying every way to escape. There were also many fearless thieves who took this opportunity to sneak into the homes of nobles and steal valuable property.

The thieves were betting that someone could stop the approaching destructive demon, and they could take this opportunity to make a fortune and get rid of the opportunity of poverty.

And as if in response.

The approaching sun of the Kingdom of Gomorrah slowed down its forward speed, as if someone blocked its way.

"Bang——"

A man fell from the sky, and the ground under his feet collapsed due to the shock, and spider web cracks were everywhere within dozens of meters.

He stopped in front of the source of fear.

"Let's talk, source of fear." The man looked at the source of fear in front of him, his eyes revealing a little solemnity.

This is natural.

The existence standing in front of him is a fantasy, the existence closest to the twilight of the gods, and it is only a matter of time before it can become a great existence.

Thus, the world will be burned to ashes.

"Demon?" The source of fear recognized the identity of the man in front of him and spoke for the first time. He was rational when he was manifested from the fantasy, and this rationality was stronger than most people, but it was just... difficult to be understood.

With the goal of burning the world, his rationality and thinking revolved around this point.

And this is a madman in people's eyes.

"Probably not now." Waving his hand, the demon grinned, "Retreat now, I won't kill you."

"..." The source of fear did not answer, but waved the spear in his hand, and the demon also responded, with his index finger and middle finger together, waving at the source of fear.

"Boom!" The flames engulfed the world, and were immediately divided by the invisible slash, splitting the earth in half in an instant.

"Ha~ There is really no room for negotiation." The devil sighed, feeling... looking forward to his battle with the source of fear.

Although he only got back part of his soul and his strength was not completely restored, it was enough to deal with the source of fear.

"Split it into... fragments." He grinned, pressed his finger at the void, and countless slashes were born out of thin air.

From a distance, countless thin lines appeared here, covering the earth and the sky, and all visible and invisible things were divided at this moment.

At the same time.

On the other side.

In the Kingdom of Gomorrah.

The palace.

When the country was about to be destroyed.

The king was meeting with his ministers to discuss how to deal with the approaching source of fear.

"Please evacuate immediately." Suna spoke to the king and nobles present, explaining the danger of the situation seriously, "The source of fear cannot be delayed for too long."

"But we don't have enough time to escape." The king on the throne said distressedly, his finger tapping his temple.

"Can't we really ask the gods to come?"

Suna shook her head gently.

"But without the help of the gods, won't we all die?" A princess in a gorgeous dress ran out, grabbed the corner of Suna's clothes, and begged:

"Saint, please ask the gods again."

No one present doubted Suna's prophecy. As a candidate saint, Suna was essentially the spokesperson of the three goddesses of fate.

So when Suna announced that the demon of destruction was approaching, all of them fell into despair. It was too late to escape. For the demon of destruction who could destroy a country with just a spear.

Escape was meaningless.

This world...Except for the strong, the most common means of transportation for the general public is a carriage.

The carriage was not fast enough.

"The will of the goddess is not something I can change." Suna considered her words and looked around, "But I will try my best to delay the approach of the demon of destruction."

After that, she walked out of the palace.

In terms of common sense, she should not persuade the residents of the Kingdom of Gomorrah to evacuate, but should focus on investigating the Dusk Cult.

...

...

At the same time.

On an unnamed mountain.

"It's really an enviable power." Ximu pinched the neck of a Dusk believer with one hand, and suddenly exerted force on his palm. With the sound of his neck breaking, the Dusk believer who kept trying to struggle rolled his eyes and lost his life on the spot. breath.

He discarded the corpses of the Twilight Cultists.

"Eden, can that guy win?"

"..."

Eden shook his head slightly and looked at the battle between the Source of Fear and the Partition Demon.

To fend off the advances of the Source of Fear, Akhtar told her unexpected news.

Underground in the Kingdom of Fenrir, he discovered a demon who was pretending to be dead. If the demon could be resurrected, there might be hope of resisting the source of fear.

So she personally went underground in the Kingdom of Fenrir, found the demon who was pretending to be dead, proposed a deal, and used the power of the Omniscient Tree to find part of the soul that divided the demon.

This is also the reason why the demon of division takes action to block the source of fear.

"Then just go back to the past." Ximu Chang waved his hand, "As long as you can come to help me in advance, maybe you can prevent the source of fear from being unsealed."

he asked seriously.

"Let's kill Suna now."

The atmosphere fell silent.

"Bang!" There was a sound of a heavy object falling. Xi Mu and Eden looked along where the sound came from, and saw Su Na standing there blankly, with a dagger inlaid with silver patterns inserted at her feet.

The two sides looked at each other.

"Su Na, I don't want to kill you." Ximu took a step forward, but Su Na took a step back when she saw this.

The two walked a few steps in tandem.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Ximu lowered his voice and explained to Suna's vigilant eyes, "I already know that you have the ability to return after death."

After hearing the word return of death, Suna immediately glanced at the Omniscient Saint. If anyone knew about her true abilities without telling her, it was probably the Omniscient Saint.

"I told him." Eden admitted frankly, which made Suna breathe a sigh of relief, and she patted her plump chest.

"I'll kill myself if I have to."

She folded her arms and slowly said:

"And I lose one of my senses every reincarnation. Now I've lost taste and... touch."

"Really?" Ximu looked suspicious, stretched out his hand and pinched Suna's cheek hard, turning the fair and tender cheeks red.

He seemed to believe Suna's words.

"Since you have no sense of taste, why don't you try eating some chili?" After saying that, he took out a bottle of hot sauce from the ring.

"I don't like spicy food very much." Suna complained, but in order to gain Akhtar's trust, she still accepted the hot sauce.

After unscrewing the bottle cap, she dipped her fingers into some hot sauce and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Do you feel it?" Ximu asked pretending to be confused, looking at Suna sticking out her tongue and fanning her mouth.

"Didn't you say you have no sense of taste?"

"Spicy food doesn't count as taste, it counts as pain." Eden spoke softly, explaining why Suna was spicy.

"What——!" Suna's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and then she stared at Akhtar with tears in her eyes. Did this... man do this on purpose?

Regarding this, Xi Mu was puzzled and said:

"Have you ever eaten hot sauce before when your sense of taste didn't work?"

"Well, I don't like spicy food." She faltered and slurred her words in a voice that came out of Su Na's mouth. Normally, she wouldn't eat hot sauce, but would only eat sweet things. As for spicy things, she wouldn't touch them.

"Come and drink some water." Ximu shook his head and handed a bottle of water to Suna, who couldn't wait to drink it.

He said in a calm voice.

"Now we have two plans. One is for me to kill Suna now, and the other is to find a way to solve the source of fear."

"Since the source of fear will destroy the Kingdom of Gomorrah, then we sacrifice the Kingdom of Gomorrah in advance and summon the Witch of Death to eliminate the source of fear. Then the situation can be fundamentally resolved."

"With the strength of the Death Witch, you can just move your fingers..."

"Deal with the God of Fear." Su Na added the second half, looking at the surprised Ximu to explain, "If you don't kill the God of Fear, the source of fear will never disappear."

She pursed her lips.

"We cannot sacrifice the Kingdom of Gomorrah in advance just because we want to solve the source of fear, nor... we cannot let the gods die."

Ximu became expressionless and said: "This won't work, that won't work either, so what should we do?"

He seemed to be questioning.

"If the source of fear is allowed to continue to operate, more people will definitely be affected."

"Let's first find out the composition of the Twilight Believers." Eden changed the subject, his voice as gentle as ever, "Only by understanding the composition of the Twilight Believers can we ensure that the source of fear is prevented from breaking out of the seal next time."

"Then let's investigate separately." Ximu summoned the little mare, touched its neck, and said to the two of them:

"I'll go..."

Before he could finish his words, a red pillar of light flashed across the horizon, destroying the Kingdom of Gomorrah in the distance.

Fire broke out into the sky, and the kingdom of Gomorrah perished.

"What is the other country after the Kingdom of Gomorrah?" Ximu changed his tone, and then heard Eden's answer.

"It's the kingdom of Donomah."

"Really?" Ximu nodded slightly, then rode away and headed towards the Kingdom of Donoma, seeming to have made up his mind.

In this regard, Suna hesitated and said to the omniscient saint: "Akhtar doesn't want to summon the witch of death, does he?"

"With his personality, he will definitely summon the Witch of Death." Eden answered in the affirmative, "In his eyes, gods are equal to witches."

"But the souls of those who are sacrificed will be tortured by the Witch of Death forever." Suna bit her lower lip, but saw Eden shaking his head slightly and said:

"The souls sacrificed to the Witch of Death will only appear in hell later, and will not be tortured forever by the Witch of Death."

She gave surprising news.

"The gods simply didn't spread the word, leading people to believe that the Witch of Death would torture the souls of the sacrifices forever."

This is news that breaks perceptions.

In people's eyes, the Death Witch is a cold and cruel existence. As long as the soul is taken away by the Death Witch, it will be tortured forever.

Therefore, people are extremely afraid of the existence of the Death Witch.

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Kingdom of Donoma.

"An irresistible disaster is approaching." The king spoke in a heavy voice to the ministers present, "What solutions do you have?"

No one answered.

The civil officials and generals present were silent. Apart from praying to the gods, they could only use the power of the devil.

And now, in less than half a day, three countries have been destroyed. No one can guarantee that the gods will be willing to take action to solve the source of the disaster before they are destroyed.

It is possible that they will meet the same end as the Kingdom of Gomorrah.

Thinking of this.

The nobles and knights present all showed uneasy and timid expressions, but no one spoke.

And right now.

"Boom!" The blazing flames rushed into the palace hall, and several powerful knights flew in.

The fire was very similar to the source of the disaster.

"Since you have no solution." Ximu walked in, attracting the attention of everyone present.

He raised his hand to brush his hair from his forehead.

"How about you come and listen to my solution...?"

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Immediately.

"Akhtar!" An official recognized Akhtar's identity and looked very excited. He was full of strong expectations for Akhtar, a hero who was an enemy of God.

Compared with incompetent nobles and kings, heroes who have been enemies of gods are definitely more capable.

"Akhtar, is it true?" A lady covered her mouth and looked at Akhtar's handsome face, "Why would such a man appear here?"

The tense atmosphere was relieved at this moment, and everyone present turned their attention to Ximu, shifting their attention from the king to Akhtar.

It was so natural, like Akhtar was the natural center stage.

"If you have any ideas, just ask!" The king said immediately without any hesitation, "We will definitely cooperate with your actions!"

"Is it okay to sacrifice you to the Witch of Death?" Ximu smiled, "In order to prevent the source of disaster from continuing to destroy, as long as one country is sacrificed, countless people can be saved."

Time seemed to have stopped abruptly at this moment.

Everyone present looked at Akhtar blankly, as if they couldn't believe that this was what Akhtar would say.

"It's easy to draw a conclusion, right?" Ximu answered matter-of-factly, "Compared to the lives of a few, the lives of the many are more important."

"That's enough!" A beautiful princess with a long skirt came out and glared at Ximu angrily, her plump chest rising and falling violently, "Why do you, as a hero, have such an idea, sacrificing a country? Save more countries!”

She bit her lower lip.

"Why can you, as a hero, say such things with confidence? Our lives are not our lives!"

"But you were originally going to be destroyed by a moving disaster." Ximu asked as if he didn't understand, "In that case, why not... play a greater value, so that more people can be saved."

"Please don't put human lives on the scale of calculation!" the princess retorted loudly, raising her hand on her chest, "I used to long for you as a hero who could face a country to protect the princess and help your friends. Face the gods."

Her pretty face showed sadness and disappointment.

"But I never thought that you were a person who calculated life coldly."