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

"Are you satisfied now?" The Blood Pope kept a calm and gentle smile. He didn't care at all about being threatened to let Mist go. As long as Akhtar didn't cooperate a little bit, he could take Mist away at any time. Catch it again.

In response, Xi Mu did not respond immediately, but just clenched the sword of light in his hand, as if he was considering whether to take action.

"It's better not to do that." The Blood Pope seemed to be aware of what Akhtar was thinking, looking sideways at the blood god who looked like a mummy, and explained:

"The source of fear is watching my god. Even if you release the Sword of Light, it is impossible to harm my god."

"..." Ximu narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the God of Blood. He vaguely noticed someone standing next to the God of Blood, smiling at him... a creepy smile.

If you want to kill the God of Blood, in addition to using hard power to overcome the Source of Fear and the Blood Pope, you can only make the God of Terror temporarily forget his fear and make the Source of Terror disappear temporarily, thus giving players the opportunity to kill the Blood God. god.

However, this timing must be maintained very well until the God of Blood is completely weakened and turned into a lamb to be slaughtered.

Only in this way can we create a miracle that has never happened in the past and will never happen in the future, killing gods with human beings.

"There is no choice." He lowered the sword of light he was holding tightly and smiled at the Blood Pope, "People have the last choice at any time."

"Of course you can choose to commit suicide." The Blood Pope maintained a calm and calm smile, "But I will destroy everything you cherish."

"I don't even know what I cherish." Ximu smiled, not caring about the threat of the Blood Pope.

In response, the Blood Pope's expression remained unchanged, and he kept smiling and said: "I heard that your teacher Hecate loves you very much."

he asked Akhtar.

"If Hecate's body was thrown in front of you, would you still be able to maintain your current calm attitude?"

Ximu's eyes turned cold.

However.

"And your little lovers Leticia and Asunagi." The Blood Pope smiled, "I can easily... deal with them if I want."

His voice was calm and cold.

"Of course you can commit suicide to escape everything, but I will impose everything you escape on the people who love you."

It is not an easy thing to shake a hero's will. Judging from Akhtar's attitude of stabbing himself without hesitation, threatening Akhtar with death is ineffective.

However, as long as people have love, they must have fear, and as long as you make good use of this fear, you can influence and control a person.

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, and looked at the Blood Pope. His eyes gradually changed from angry murderous intent to... indifference.

He shrugged and asked:

"What do you want to do?"

"This is something you need to consider." The Blood Pope raised his chin arrogantly, "You seem to be very good at gaining the favor of women."

He originally didn't think Akhtar could make the Witch of Death change her will, but the God of Blood insisted that Akhtar could do it.

Then he can only find a way to execute it.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about me." Ximu sighed, looked at Michael, and said:

"I still have male friends."

Michael was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course you are my friend."

The Blood Pope glanced at Michael's beautiful face and couldn't help but shook his head, "Maybe... you just think that your relationship is friendship."

Ximu smiled carelessly, raised his hand to stroke the black hair on his forehead, his smile revealed mockery, "I am not a pervert like the God of Blood."

"Ha...you really do seem like a cultist." The Blood Pope smiled with satisfaction. He felt the ridicule and displeasure in Akhtar's words.

And this is a good thing, because it shows that Akhtar has accepted the coldness of reality in addition to resisting with words.

"There's nothing bad about cultists."

Ximu put down the hand that brushed his hair on his forehead, and there was no trace of confusion in his eyes anymore, and he chuckled:

"I suddenly realized one thing, not all gods need to be respected."

"Oh?" The God of Blood smiled half-heartedly.

"Even if you kill him, there will be no regrets." Ximu declared, "This world will become a better place because of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he released the Sword of Light.

The light began to surge, directly drowning the Blood God on the throne at an unavoidable speed.

Subsequently.

"Clang~" The sword of light fell. Akhtar covered his mouth and spit out blood. He was hit by a big green hand emerging from the void and pierced his chest with sharp nails.

This is the phantom hand of the source of fear.

The God of Blood on the throne was safe and sound. His pupils moved slightly, looking at Akhtar who was seriously injured and dying below, and wanted to ask the source of fear to let Akhtar live.

However.

"You really can't kill me?" Ximu stared at the God of Blood and said as if he was swearing:

"But next time I will definitely find a way to kill you completely." After saying this, he turned into a phantom and disappeared.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Blood Pope froze on the spot. Akhtar in front of him was actually just a clone, and he didn't realize it at all.

"Hahaha... As expected of Akhtar." Michael laughed happily, feeling very satisfied that Akhtar was just a clone and successfully rescued his sister.

Being able to deceive in front of the gods and successfully rescue his friends, this ability is really amazing.

"Great!"

On the high-rise building in the city.

The goddess of lies hugged Eden's arm, her pretty face flushed with excitement, looking at the direction of the Blood Temple, "Akhtar, it is indeed very suitable to be my believer."

"..." Helplessness appeared on Eden's delicate face.

From the perspective of the goddess of lies, Akhtar showed an excellent deception, not only deceiving the Blood Pope, the source of fear, the God of Blood, but also deceiving all the onlookers.

He escaped unscathed in an almost desperate situation and rescued his little lover. This is simply the best performance.

However, from her perspective, Akhtar completely lost respect for the gods, and his thoughts had undergone an extremely huge change.

"Akhtar no longer believes in other gods." She shook her head gently and said Akhtar's transformation.

In addition to the goddess of life, it is estimated that Akhtar now can no longer believe in other gods, and has a subversive understanding of the concept of the god group.

From the greatness of the gods to the greatness of the individual.

If Akhtar can grow to the same height as the goddess of life in the future, then the belief in the goddess of life will also change.

Although the intensity of the emotion is estimated to remain unchanged, it is estimated that it can no longer be called belief.

Rather, it is close to an emotion like admiration.

"Do you believe in gods because you are gods?" The goddess of lies shook her head and asked a question, "Can people only believe in gods?"

She smiled and answered herself.

"This belief can also come from a person's charm. Even if Akhtar does not believe in gods, it does not prevent him from having faith in me."

"You make sense." Eden agreed with the words of the goddess of lies. The object of belief does not have to be gods, but can also be an idea or a specific person.

"Then I will go to play with him." The goddess of lies hugged Eden's arm tightly and disappeared on the roof.

...

...

The knife flashed.

Several monsters turned into pieces and fell in the dark forest, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Mist's tall body was bathed in the dark red moonlight. She fell into... confusion and at a loss.

She would not cry.

As a warrior, she would not cry after her blade could cut the sky.

She would not curse.

From childhood to adulthood, she always felt that words were never as convenient as the blade in her hand. As long as she improved her own strength to a certain level, she could make anyone talk to her calmly.

Therefore, only killing could make her feel a moment of peace. Only by swinging the knife and focusing her body and mind on the knife could she divert her attention.

In the dark, in the forest full of monsters, one monster after another was killed by the blade. As long as Mist walked by, the corpse of the monster would be left.

If it continued, Mist would sooner or later become Shura, please herself with killing, and kill all lives indiscriminately.

However.

"Isn't it too... unique to greet with a blade?" Ximu raised his hands and looked at the long knife that reached his neck.

"Akhtar, why are you here?" Misty's voice was full of hope, but also contained murderous intent.

Reason told her that Akhtar was now imprisoned by the God of Blood and could not come to her.

But sensibility told her that the Akhtar in front of her was himself, not a disguise of another existence.

Ximu smiled when he saw this, raised his hand to grab Misty's long knife, pressed it towards his neck, and when he was about to cut the skin on his neck, he felt... resistance.

"Your body has already given the answer." He turned his head and looked at the mare next to him, "and my partner can prove my identity."

"..." Misty turned her head and looked at the mare next to her. After getting a positive response, she completely put aside her doubts.

She opened her red lips slightly, and found that words were not enough to express the excitement in her heart, so she chose to embrace Akhtar in her arms.

The mare next to her witnessed this scene, and her hoof rubbed the ground. In fact, she was not very worried about Akhtar's safety.

If Akhtar is really in danger of his life, the Witch of Fate will come and kill all the enemies directly.

And at this moment.

"Crack~" The sound of branches breaking came, alerting Misty and Akhtar who were hugging each other, and drew their swords and aimed at the place where it happened.

"Wow, such a cold look." The Goddess of Lies seemed to be afraid and hid behind Eden.

She leaned over and smiled at the two of them.

"Obviously, I came here to help you."

"Help us?" Ximu showed a look of disbelief, and the Goddess of Lies saw this and her cheeks bulged slightly, and then she smiled again.

"Since you don't want help, let's trade."

"What do you want?" Ximu asked. He didn't actually need the help of the Goddess of Lies, but the subsequent versions needed the help of the Goddess of Lies to make life and death overlap in this world.

Then the Goddess of Lies needs to cooperate with the Witch of Death to overlap the two concepts of life and death in this world.

After all, with the current power of the Witch of Death, it is not enough to let the concept of death cover the entire world.

Someone must help spread the concept of death.

And the Goddess of Lies is the amplifier, helping the Witch of Death to amplify the concept of death.

"Become my believer." The goddess of lies put forward the conditions.

In response, Ximu answered straightforwardly, "I really have no interest in you, and I can't have faith in you at all."

"Can't you even lie to me?" The goddess of lies shook her head and put her chin on Eden's shoulders.

"If you want to kill...oh, no."

She reorganized her words.

"If you want to save Michael, you must make the source of fear disappear temporarily, otherwise you can't take Michael away."

"Then how to make the source of fear disappear?" Ximu asked the key question. The so-called source of fear is nothing more than the embodiment of the fear of the God of Fear. As long as the God of Fear loses the corresponding fear, the source of fear will disappear temporarily.

Until the God of Fear gives birth to a new fear.

"Let the deep fear cover the original fear." The goddess of lies gave the answer, "As long as the God of Fear gives birth to a more terrifying idea like this, the original source of fear will disappear temporarily."

She smiled cunningly.

"It takes a certain amount of time for a new source of fear to be born, which is enough time for you to take back Michael."

"Then how can we make the God of Fear give birth to a new fear?" Ximu asked, but the Goddess of Lies did not answer. She crossed her five fingers on her chest and blinked at Ximu.

This familiar action.

"Summon the Lady Witch of Death to come?" Ximu nodded, then shook his head, "If I can find the Lady Witch of Death to take action, why not rescue Michael directly?"

"To be more precise, anything that may cause the death of God can make the God of Fear feel fear." The Witch of Lies explained, "The existence that the God of Fear fears most is the God of Omniscience, and the materialized source of fear is also related to the God of Omniscience."

She looked at Akhtar's stiff expression.

"Don't worry, the source of fear is not the same as the omniscient god. It can only be omniscient in the "heart". The source of terror can control all the weirdness, understand all the weirdness, and trigger the weirdness in people's hearts."

"But it's useless when it comes to specific people."

"..." Ximu pretended to be relieved, thought carefully for a moment, and looked at Eden and said:

"Eden, you are well-known among the gods, right?"

"..."

Eden nodded.

She is a puppet created by the omniscient god, and she also has the authority to manage the omniscient tree. Naturally, she has a very high reputation.

And Ximu also expressed his thoughts.

"Can you please make up a lie, saying that I have been chosen by Ragnarok and am the initiator of Ragnarok."