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

Chapter 88: Declare war on the whole world

On the street.

Ximu walked out of the Black Rose Kingdom, and curses, pleading, crying, and...praying kept echoing around him.

He ignored them, and didn't care.

The words of this group of NPCs were not worth his too much energy to deal with, anyway, it was just an insignificant cutscene.

Until.

"Sir Akhtar, please wait." The fat man walked through the crowd and stopped in front of Ximu with a panicked look.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said anxiously:

"I... don't want to die here, please think about it again."

"..."

Ximu stopped and looked at the fat man in front of him, saying: "You should pray to the goddess of death, instead of asking me to think about it."

The fat man scratched his cheek, "But I am not a believer in the goddess of death."

In the Black Rose Kingdom, not everyone believes in the goddess of death, there are also believers of other gods.

And he believes in the god of wealth and contract, and can only respect the goddess of death, but not fanatically.

So naturally there is no blind trust in the goddess of death.

"Really?" Ximu nodded, and then passed by the fat man without much conversation.

At this time.

The puppet girl on the clock tower looked at this scene and sneered: "What a selfish idea, is it so natural to let others sacrifice?"

"..."

The fat man opened his mouth, but did not refute.

It's not that he couldn't say anything to refute, but he didn't dare to offend the puppet girl, fearing that he would be killed in advance.

So he could only shut up.

And even if he didn't say it, someone else would stand up and pester Akhtar with a more shameless attitude, so that Akhtar would betray his beliefs.

And it seemed to be a response.

"Akhtar, aren't you a hero!" A small stone hit over and hit Ximu's armor, making a crisp collision sound.

Ximu ignored it and continued to move forward, but was blocked by a young woman in a dress.

"Do you really want to give up all of us?" The young woman's voice was filled with fear, but Ximu did not respond. He pushed away the young woman's body blocking his way and continued to walk forward.

However, the young woman hugged Ximu's back, her soft body pressed against his, and begged: "Please, I'm willing to do anything as long as I can survive."

She bit her lower lip, pitiful.

"Even if you become the witch's favor, I am willing to serve you."

"Shut up." A cold voice came out, and Sharon's figure appeared. She grabbed the young woman's collar and pulled it, trying to pull the shameless young woman away.

However, the young woman seemed to have expected it, and hugged Ximu's back harder. Except for the back fabric being torn, it was not pulled away at all.

In response, Sharon showed a headache expression, and seeing the young woman's attitude of dying rather than letting go, she was a little helpless.

Her voice was cold, to the young woman... no, to everyone.

"Even if Lord Akhtar agrees to become a witch's family, there is no way to save everyone. The Witch of Death wants to lure the goddess of death to appear, so she will not let us go."

"The hope given by the witch now will only give us greater despair later!" The well-reasoned rebuttal made people feel that this was the truth.

However, the young woman didn't care at all when she heard it, but hugged Akhtar's neck with both hands.

She had already thought of what Sister Sharon said, so she had to stick to Akhtar tightly. As long as she became Akhtar's woman and waited for Akhtar to surrender to the Witch of Death, she would naturally survive.

After all, she was Akhtar's family at that time.

"Lord Akhtar, I really am willing to do anything!" She kept begging and begged in Akhtar's ear.

Sharon frowned and clenched the sickle in her hand, and the young woman seemed to be afraid and trembled, then hugged Akhtar more tightly.

Ximu sighed and said, "Miss... can you please let me go? It's hard to walk like this."

The young woman cooperated very well and changed from hugging her neck to hugging her arms, so that Ximu's arms were sunk into her soft chest and he couldn't pull them out.

Ximu shook his head and didn't refuse the young woman's offer. He continued to walk towards the outside of the Black Rose Kingdom.

It was impossible for him to leave the Black Rose Kingdom, but there happened to be a church of the Goddess of Life on this road.

On the way, people's curses and pleas for him became louder and louder, until someone started trying to attack him and drag him to death.

However, those who tried to attack were stopped by Sharon. After using cold means to knock out several attackers, no one dared to use force.

After a while.

Outside the church, Eden and the mare seemed to have expected it and were waiting for Ximu's arrival.

"Have you decided?" Eden asked Akhtar who was walking over, and the mare next to him also cast an inquiring look.

In response, Ximu nodded and said:

"It's decided." He turned to look at the young woman holding his arm and whispered, "Can I go in and pray by myself?"

"..." The young woman hesitated and chose to let go of Akhtar's hand. She could feel that this man... was very sad.

She felt a little heartbroken just looking at him.

Ximu smiled at this, then walked into the church and came to the statue of the goddess of life.

He started praying... No, it would be more accurate to say goodbye.

After the gentle gaze fell on him, he began to tell his decision and said that this time he came here to say goodbye.

Then there were some reluctant words, and the gentle gaze cast on him became even gentler and... helpless.

It seemed that he was helpless and smiled at Ximu's choice.

"..." Ximu sighed, put down his clasped hands, and looked deeply at the statue of the goddess of life. The thin waist and plump figure made people miss it very much.

He turned around and walked out of the church.

The sunlight shone on him through the painted glass, revealing a sacred and sad atmosphere.

Say goodbye to God and walk with the devil.

From then on, the knight of justice and the witch accompanied each other on a road that betrayed the whole world.

Step out of the church.

"Even if you become the witch's favor, Akhtar you are still my child." A gentle and tolerant female voice came out and spread throughout the Black Rose Kingdom.

This is the certification from the goddess of life.

Even if he became the witch's favor, the favor from the goddess of life still existed, and Akhtar was still favored by the goddess of life.

Ximu paused as he was about to leave the church, and then took a firm step. He seemed to have untied the knot in his heart.

With the words of the goddess of life, even if he accepted the power of the witch of death under the gaze of everyone, he would not be defined as a cultist, and he would still be a hero in people's eyes.

And he could feel that he was favored by the goddess of life more deeply.

Outside the church.

"Congratulations, Akhtar." Eden looked at the silver-armored knight who came out and smiled sincerely.

The little mare next to him was a little... subtle, rubbing the ground with her hoof, feeling a little bit unbearable.

When she met Akhtar, it was indeed Akhtar's premeditated plan.

A man who dared to deceive even the gods and succeeded, deceived her into a monster, and it was not easy to catch him.

However, Akhtar did not seem to notice the helplessness of the mare. He touched the mare's neck and smiled:

"Partner, take me to see the Witch of Death." After saying that, he sat on the mare's back and flew towards the Kingdom of Dolls in the sky.

At this time.

Under the gaze of all the cultists in the Black Rose Kingdom.

Akhtar came to the Witch of Death, knelt down with one hand on his chest, lowered his head, and pledged his loyalty to the Witch of Death, who had a cold and mysterious temperament.

"Lady Witch of Death, I am willing to be your... knight."

"It's really boring. I thought you were going to abandon everyone." The doll girl came over with a smile and came to Akhtar's side, "Since you are willing to be the knight of Lady Witch of Death, then kiss... Lady Witch of Death's feet?"

The atmosphere became stagnant.

Ximu looked up at the bare feet of the Witch of Death, who seemed to be in a difficult dilemma. Then he saw the Witch of Death hiding her feet in her long skirt.

He looked up and saw the Witch of Death stretching out her slender palm and explaining to him.

"There has never been a kiss on the feet to pledge loyalty to this ritual."

"Yes." Ximu nodded and then stood up. He held the Witch of Death's palm seriously and kissed it gently.

Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to have a more intimate physical contact with the Witch of Death. There are two opportunities for intimate contact in the game, one is to accept the highest level of death power and the other is to achieve the marriage achievement.

However, as long as you are willing to create opportunities, such as slightly tampering with the loyalty ceremony, from letting the Witch of Death tap her shoulder with a sword to directly kissing the back of the hand, it is also possible.

"From today on, you will be my Knight of Death." The Witch of Death calmly withdrew the kissed hand, then touched Ximu's forehead with her finger, wrote a spell, and gave Ximu a deeper power of death.

"This favor will take your life, let you die in thirty days, and transform you into my Knight of Death."

It was not an empty statement. If Akhtar did not find a way to extend his life, he would die in thirty days. This was the price of accepting excessive power of death.

However, since Akhtar had obtained the correctly interpreted Dragonborn magic, she did not need to worry. As long as Akhtar found an opportunity to slay the dragon and seize the dragon's power, he could prolong his life.

So she did not need to worry about Akhtar's short life.

"Understood." Ximu nodded calmly, then stood up and came to the side of the Witch of Death, like a true serving knight.

Seeing this, the puppet girl smacked her lips and said, "You adapt so quickly. Do you really have faith in the goddess of life and the goddess of death?"

She naturally knew that Akhtar was the mastermind behind everything and was deeply favored by the witch of death, but Akhtar was indeed a believer of the goddess of life.

This also caused her to begin to understand why someone could be a believer of the witch of death and the goddess of life at the same time.

Take her as an example. In the past, she also believed in gods, but later, in order to embark on the path of pursuing the ultimate puppet, she abandoned her human body and could no longer accept the grace of gods.

However, Akhtar broke this common sense.

Everyone knows that Akhtar is a person who is specially granted by the goddess of life and can retain the grace of the goddess of life even if he becomes a witch's follower.

This...why on earth.

There are many people who think this way, especially the cultists. They begin to feel the imbalance regarding Ximu receiving the favor from the Death Witch.

Everyone is a believer in death, so why can Akhtar receive the power of death personally given by the Witch of Death as soon as he pledges his allegiance.

But they don't get this treatment.

"Damn little pretty boy!" Someone gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, feeling very unhappy with Akhtar.

I wish I could accept the favor of the Death Witch.

"Perhaps Akhtar has that...qualification." The Bloody Countess chuckled, smiling at the displeasure of the cultists.

"And doesn't Akhtar only have thirty days to live? Maybe this is the disguised punishment of the Witch of Death."

"That makes sense." Someone nodded and admitted, feeling that what the Bloody Countess said was reasonable.

It is indeed a very sad thing to give a hero only thirty days to live, even though Akhtar may not have survived that long in the first place.

What was originally a few years turned into thirty days.

sad.

"So, you have nothing to be jealous of." The Bloody Countess waved her hand and consoled her.

She is one of the few people who knows the inside story. Others think that Akhtar is a lucky person who was favored by the Death Witch for the first time.

In fact, people have been following the Death Witch for a long time, and they are also highly regarded by the Death Witch.

Although she also felt that she was calling Akhtar a pretty boy.

Maybe there's really nothing wrong with that.

And right now.

Ximu leaned slightly closer to the Death Witch and asked: "Lord Witch of Death, can you let the Black Rose Kingdom go?"

"Yes." The Witch of Death nodded calmly, then changed the subject, "But you need to do one thing."

Ximu asked: "What's the matter?"

"Declare war on the gods." The Death Witch's voice was calm, and she said words that were shocking, but after thinking about the identity of the Death Witch, it made people feel reasonable.

In this world... the only person who can clearly record being an enemy of the gods and has not yet been killed is the Witch of Death.

Although there are many amazing and beautiful witches and demons in history, they have all disappeared in the long river of history.

There are strengths and weaknesses here.

But it is certain that the Witch of Death must be a strong enough and significant enough existence.

After all she survived.

"...Okay." Ximu was silent for a moment, then looked up at the Black Rose Kingdom. He knew that the Black Rose Kingdom had attracted the attention of many gods, including the Goddess of Life, as long as he made a formal announcement.

The world will quickly collapse.