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

Death.

Death.

Death.

On the way to the Kingdom of Black Roses, corpses impaled by spears stood on both sides of the road, and the blazing flames burned the corpses, illuminating the road like street lamps.

Occasionally, the corpses could be seen moving suddenly.

"Is the Cult of Death cooperating with the Cult of Dusk?" Ximu looked at the mare and observed the corpses impaled by spears on both sides.

"The person who has the habit of piercing corpses should be the Piercing Grand Duke of the Cult of Death, and the one burning the corpses is the Fire of Surtur."

He shook his head helplessly.

"The two most troublesome cults appeared here at the same time, and the situation is worse than expected at the beginning."

"The worse the situation is, the easier it is to attract attention." Eden, sitting sideways on the horse, raised his hand and gently gathered the golden hair by his ear.

Then he turned around and explained to Akhtar sitting on the horse.

"If the cultists' movements are too obvious, the church and the state will intervene, which may make the situation easier to handle."

It is not a lie. If the cultists just sneak into the city, kill someone randomly, and then start to flee directly.

There is no need to worry too much about the official pursuit. After all, it is not worth it for the official level to go to great lengths for a mere murder case and waste a lot of resources and manpower, unless the identity of the person killed is very important.

However, if the cultists gather on a large scale and start to make a big event, the situation will change dramatically.

The forces from the church and the state will immediately mobilize efficiently to deal with the cultists as quickly as possible.

"I hope so." Ximu laughed, and seemed to be comforted by Eden's words, and his tone was much more relaxed.

He rode a mare all the way and entered the Black Rose Country.

Compared to the weird atmosphere outside, the Black Rose Country seemed very peaceful. People maintained a normal pace of life and seemed to know nothing about the corpses being inserted in the outside world.

This group of humans... is not right.

The little mare looked around at the humans around her. Since she came to the Black Rose Country, she felt that everything was very strange.

"The mainstream belief of the Black Rose Country is the Goddess of Death. They believe that the human world is the real hell, and hell is the real human world."

Eden seemed to see the little mare's doubts and patiently explained:

"The believers of the Goddess of Death firmly believe that all the sufferings they experience in life are because they have committed sins in the "real" human world, so they were sent to the "real" hell to suffer."

"After they die naturally, their souls can return to the "real" human world and regain the qualifications to become "humans."

"So the believers of the Goddess of Death are not afraid of death. For the believers of the Goddess of Death, this world is a real hell. Everyone is struggling and suffering in hell. Only when life ends can the suffering end."

The little mare: "..."

She did hear people talk about this concept orally, but after actually coming to the Black Rose Country, she still felt... awkward, as if everyone here was a group of abnormal guys.

Why would someone regard the world as hell?

"Sir Akhtar, aren't you a believer of the Goddess of Death?" Eden kept smiling, turned his head and looked at Akhtar beside him, and said:

"You should have a very deep understanding of the believers of the Goddess of Death, right?"

"But I also believe in the Goddess of Life." Ximu explained casually, "Death is to give value to life, and life is to give value to death."

He smiled.

"So I don't quite agree with the ideas of ordinary believers of the Goddess of Death."

The mare: "..."

If she didn't know the truth of the matter, she might really think that Akhtar's power of death came from the Goddess of Death.

However, in fact, the source of Akhtar's power of death is the Witch of Death, and he is a being that is particularly favored by the Witch of Death.

Putting him in the Death Cult is also a high-level figure. When Akhtar's strength is improved in the future, he may become the leader of the Death Cult.

At that time, Akhtar was probably the most dangerous man in the world.

"It's a good thing that Mr. Akhtar can have his own thoughts." Eden nodded. He was not surprised that Ximu was different from normal believers. After all, every believer can have his own interpretation of the path of God.

Having corresponding beliefs, and then interpreting them according to the corresponding beliefs, so as to understand the truth of the gods he believes in, this is what a normal believer should do.

Rather than believing in order to... go to hell to enjoy happiness after death.

In a sense, the beliefs of the Black Rose Country have gone astray, but it is precisely this kind of deviant beliefs that are most accepted by the public.

And at this moment.

"Everyone has their own perspective to understand the goddess of death." A lazy male voice came, and I saw a man with a big back hair, five fingers of both hands full of rings inlaid with gems, and a plush coat.

Behind him followed dozens of guards, all wearing extremely sophisticated armor and equipped with superior knight swords.

"Eight-legged horse, silver armor, handsome face... Well, welcome to the Kingdom of Black Rose, Mr. Akhtar."

The man pointed to the Cathedral of the Goddess of Death in the distance under Ximu's surprised gaze.

"Hahaha... Mr. Akhtar, you are a famous hero. It's hard for us not to notice your arrival."

He introduced himself and led the way.

"Dollrance, you can call me that."

"You seem to have been waiting for me here?" Ximu asked as if suspicious, and then heard Dorrance's answer.

"I'm waiting for the heroes to arrive. As long as they are willing to fight against the Church of Dusk and the Order of Death, I will come out to greet them."

Speaking of which, Dowrance added another sentence.

"You are the hero who came to the Kingdom of Black Rose relatively early. Other heroes may still be on the way."

"Thanks for that, partner." Ximu glanced at the little mare, his smile showing pride, and Dollrance smiled upon seeing this.

"Being here so early is also a sign of your concern for the Country of Black Rose."

"Hehehe." Ximu smiled gently. Of course he had to come early, otherwise the group of heroes would come over and have to deal with the smart people in the Kingdom of Black Rose. Otherwise, the follow-up would hinder the Order of Death. action.

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…

after a while.

Cathedral of the Lady of Death.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, welcome to your arrival." The old man with wrinkled face smiled kindly and held Ximu's hands.

"With your joining, the Country of Black Rose will definitely be safer."

"Bishop Karen, my arrival does not mean that the Kingdom of Black Rose will be safe." Ximu shook his head and said something very sincerely.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that a famous hero like you would also know this old antique like me. It's really an honor."

Ximu smiled: "Please don't be modest. Without your efforts, the Country of Black Rose would not be as prosperous as it is today, let alone have so many followers of the Goddess of Death."

"This is all the will of the Goddess of Death." Bishop Karen smiled very happily and took Ximu and Eden to visit the Cathedral of the Goddess of Death.

As he walked, he introduced the situation in the Country of Black Rose.

"The souls of the people killed by the Cult of Death should have gone to hell, but the people who have experienced the punishment of piercing are still alive. Even if they are continuously burned by the fire of Surtur, they are still not completely healed. die."

Speaking of this, Bishop Karen's voice became angry.

"Those cultists deprived... people of their right to die. This is an unforgivable felony and they must be punished!"

"It is indeed unforgivable." Ximu showed an angry expression, but Bishop Karen sighed after hearing this.

"Depriving people of the right to die is completely inconsistent with the teachings of the Death Cult. They are cultists who are obviously happy to give people death."

Having said this, he looked at Ximu with a pleading look.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, can you please investigate the truth of this matter?"

At present, who is most likely to investigate the matter clearly, that must be Akhtar. This does not mean that he believes in Akhtar's ability.

But it was because Hecate stood behind Akhtar.

"Okay." Ximu nodded seriously, and his expression became serious, "But Bishop Karen needs to give me some help."

"Of course there is no problem." Bishop Karen smiled kindly, "I will hand over the management of the Heretic Trial to your command. They are all the most elite believers in the Church of the Goddess of Death, and they will definitely be able to provide effective help."

In different churches, there are heresy trials. They are usually composed of believers with considerable strength. Each of them has unique abilities and is very powerful.

Any existence that is hostile to God or the church will be disintegrated under the blade of the Inquisition.

"Do you value me too much?" Ximu seemed to have difficulty understanding that he was being valued so highly, and subconsciously waved his hand in rejection.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at giving directions."

"No, I'm never wrong when it comes to people!" Karen grabbed Ximu's hand, his eyes revealing love, "My child, I believe you can do it."

In fact, he also felt that Akhtar was not good at commanding. Judging from his past actions, he was a lone ranger.

But even if Akhtar is a lone ranger, as long as the teacher behind him is capable.

"I... can give it a try." Ximu nodded reluctantly, not seeming very confident in himself.

Bishop Karen saw this and smiled kindly: "If you don't understand something, you might as well ask the person you trust most."

He is in a desperate situation.

"For example, Lady Hecate."

"..."

Eden, who was listening to the conversation between the two, felt a little helpless. Bishop Karen almost told Akhtar to ask his teacher for help.

As for why Bishop Karen didn’t invite him himself, it’s simply because Hecate is very busy. Not only does she have to deal with the internal affairs of the Magic Kingdom, but she also spends a lot of time studying magic, and she goes directly to Hecate... very expensive, very expensive. expensive.

However, if the idea is changed and Akhtar is asked to ask Hecate, the situation will be completely different.

Not only do you not have to pay, but you can also let Hecate do her best to help.

Unless Hecate wants her apprentice to have trouble in the Kingdom of Black Rose.

"Well, I will ask Teacher Hecate for advice." Ximu touched the necklace on his wrist, his voice showing firmness.

"I'll contact Teacher Hecate later!"

"Hahaha... don't be too anxious." Bishop Karen smiled kindly and waved to the nun in the distance.

Explain after the nun comes to you.

"Sister Sharon, the clerk of the Inquisition, is the person who knows the Inquisition best besides me."

He smiled kindly.

"Let Sharon take you to learn about the Inquisition. I, an old man, won't bother you young people chatting."

"Then Bishop Karen, you go and do your work." Ximu kept smiling, looking at Bishop Karen who was leaving, and decided to kill Bishop Karen tonight. After all, letting this old guy continue to live was not conducive to his control of the Inquisition.

"Miss Sharon, I'll leave it to you next." He cast his eyes on Sister Sharon who was standing aside. She was wearing a sexy black rubber tights, and there were several silver chains decorated on the rubber clothes. She was holding an exaggerated black sickle in one hand.

The temperament was cold and charming, making people want to lie on the ground and be stepped on by Sister Sharon's high heels.

It would be even better if it was accompanied by some disgusted expressions.

"Sir Akhtar, please follow me." Although she used honorifics, Sharon's voice sounded very cold.

She turned around and led the way without communicating too much with Ximu.

This was not because she hated Ximu. On the contrary, she had enough respect for Ximu. She might not say a word to ordinary people.

Others are hell.

This is Sharon's creed. In order not to sink in hell, she can only reduce communication with others.

Otherwise, she will only sink deeper and deeper in hell.

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Hall of Inquisition.

In the dark conference room.

Ximu sat on the main seat, crossed his five fingers, looked around at the people sitting around the round table, and asked.

"Why... the environment is so dark?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

"This is the atmosphere of the Hall of Inquisition." Someone spoke uncertainly, and then the lights suddenly lit up.

Sharon walked over with a cold face. She stood behind Ximu and spoke to everyone present.

"You can't even see your face clearly. How will Mr. Akhtar remember you? You are not allowed to make the meeting room too dark in the future."

"Yes." Someone was dejected, but did not refute. After all, Sharon is not only strong, but also very serious.

If she can solve the problem, she will definitely not talk nonsense with you.

"Mr. Akhtar, please let me introduce you to the members of the Inquisition." Sharon bent down and whispered to Ximu.

Ximu looked over subconsciously and happened to see the tall mountains wrapped in rubber clothes, reflecting the attractive luster under the light.

Well, I want to pinch it.