After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 442 - 168 War, War, War_2

The dagger containing fatal poison, the broadsword with the heat rivaling the sun, the curve sword infused with the power of the moon, the longsword coursing with the force of lightning, and so forth—all knives, each imbued with different powers, poured down like torrential rain.

Each knife was of divine artifact quality, wielding the same strength as if the God of Swordsmanship had personally swung them. A normal demon would likely—in an instant... die.

"The rules of the game are to duel to the death in the Ash Kingdom," Xi Mu unfolded the kingdom in his heart, and towering flames instantly engulfed everything, whether the incoming knives or the rushing God of Swordsmanship, all were instantly submerged by the Ash Fire, along with the knife realm that the God of Swordsmanship had unfurled.

A kingdom unfolded within the heart would normally overlap and influence each other, rather than annihilate one another. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

If one person has the ability to unfold a kingdom of flowers and another possesses the capability to bring forth a desert, then the final outcome would be the desert blooming with flowers.

The sceneries of their respective kingdoms would blend, creating a landscape starkly different from reality.

However, there are exceptions; if the kingdom unfolded within the heart is the Ash Kingdom that consumes everything, then the situation is entirely different.

The deployed Ash Kingdom would instantly wipe out other heart kingdoms, leaving only its existence behind.

"Your abilities are indeed not bad," Xi Mu’s voice was calm as he pulled out the Great Sword of Death that had pierced through the God of Swordsmanship’s chest, "but as long as there’s a way to counter your abilities, then you are weak... pitiful."

"..." The God of Swordsmanship’s eyes widened, his body falling backwards; he hadn’t expected the situation to unfold like this, where his unfolded kingdom would be annihilated in an instant, rendering his augmented knives ineffective, left with no choice but to withstand the Ash Fire world of Ahtal on his own.

Such a death was truly suffocating; he had many more precious knives yet to be drawn, and had not even begun to test the limits of Ahtal’s strength.

Therefore, he forced Ahtal to unfold the Ash Kingdom once more.

"Who’s next?" Xi Mu shook the blood off the Great Sword of Death, turning his head to ask the All Gods, "Or do you plan to first attend to the God of Swordsmanship’s corpse?"

"Cleaning up the battlefield after a duel is common sense," the God of Duel emerged from somewhere, carrying the now thoroughly dead God of Swordsmanship.

He waved his hand.

"All right, continue your battle," he said, vanishing from the dueling grounds as if his only purpose was to retrieve the body.

Xi Mu calmly withdrew his gaze, waiting for the next ’experience pack’. He silently recalled the process; as he attracted the attention of the All Gods to the dueling field, and exactly when the Three Goddesses of Fate were in seclusion, no doubt Teacher Hecate would not miss this opportunity.

To find a way to evade Ragnarok and to reach Universal Level as soon as possible, Teacher Hecate would surely infiltrate the high heavens to capture the Three Goddesses of Fate.

And relying on Teacher Hecate alone would certainly not be enough; the Creation Witch and the Witch of Death must also be called upon.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to defeat the Three Goddesses of Fate.

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Magic Kingdom.

The Great Library.

"The Goddess of Lies has already confirmed the situation," Hecate put down the book she held, looking at the Witch of Death and the Creation Witch who were quietly drinking tea opposite her, "We must capture the Three Goddesses of Fate as soon as possible."

She looked to the side, at the portal not far away.

"We’ll settle everything before my disciple is defeated."

"That might be a bit challenging," the Goddess of Lies poked her head through the portal, smiled at Hecate, "Your disciple has already encountered two difficult enemies."

"If my disciple truly faces danger," Hecate turned her head, speaking to the Witch of Death, "go save my disciple first, with the Creation Witch by my side, we can safely leave the high heavens."

"Let’s move," the Witch of Death’s voice was calm. She followed the Goddess of Lies through the portal into the high heavens, while Hecate and the Creation Witch exchanged glances, no longer hesitating to enter the portal and head towards the realm of the Three Goddesses of Fate.

Sooner or later in the duels within the high heavens, Ahtal would encounter an opponent she could never beat, so they must move quickly.

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Realm of Destiny.

From a high vantage point, it looked like a giant clock laid upon the ground, with buildings constructed to revolve around the clock’s design. The numbers one through twelve divided the realm of destiny into twelve distinct sections.

Atop the twelve divisions, there soared two giant hands of a clock, one longer, one shorter, circling as if to record the passage of time.

"The Three Goddesses of Fate are at the center of the twelve divisions, precisely where the hands meet," the Goddess of Lies, standing at the edge of the rooftop, pointed towards the distant convergence, "However, that area is forbidden to all."

"Stop beating around the bush," Hecate spoke calmly, eyeing the cunning smile of the Goddess of Lies, "we don’t have much time."

"I will cast the Big Lie, sealing off all outside prying," the Goddess of Lies said with a sly smile, "You can just force your way in and capture the Three Goddesses of Fate, but be careful not to cause too much commotion, otherwise, the Big Lie won’t ensure complete isolation from external influences."

"Hm," Hecate nodded slightly, then left with the Creation Witch and the Witch of Death to initiate their capture of the Three Goddesses of Fate.

Upon seeing this, the Goddess of Lies then spread the Big Lie, cloaking the realm of destiny in a layer of lies so that from the outside, nothing seemed to change.

As for those within the realm of destiny, save for a very few beings, none sensed anything amiss, clearly enveloped by the Big Lie.

Her ability to tell lies had never been limited to discerning truth from falsehood; it also allowed her to fabricate... lies.

She could make one see a mosquito as a dragon, a droplet’s sound as thunder, a caress as agonizing pain, and a sweet scent as repugnant.

Thus, obscuring the perceptions of everyone in the realm of destiny was not difficult.

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The hall mirrored the stars above.

In the past, the present, the Future Goddesses sat in a circle, divining the whereabouts of the God of Omniscience’s seal.

Normally, with a mere thought, they could uncover it, but it was clear someone had meddled with time and destiny, preventing them from easily locating the God of Omniscience.

And at that moment.

"I didn’t expect you to barge in," the Future Goddess frowned, looking towards the hall entrance, where the Witch of Death, the Destiny Witch, and the Creation Witch entered.

"Sneaking into the high heavens and the realm of destiny isn’t easy; there must be...a traitor among us, right?"

"I’ve already interfered with fate as much as I could," Hecate’s frown deepened, locking eyes with the Future Goddess, "yet your future sight is still so keen."

If she could, she would have preferred to ambush them, but the Future Goddess had detected them, so they had no choice but to come out into the open.

"Return my eyes!" the Goddess of the Past shouted angrily, gesturing to the blindfold she wore, "Hecate, you thief of destiny!"

"..." Hecate did not speak, instead stepping back. Her only purpose here was to disturb fate, to prevent the Three Goddesses of Fate from fully perceiving destiny, thus securing a greater advantage for the Creation Witch and the Witch of Death.

The atmosphere turned dangerous.

The Past, Present, and Future Goddesses exchanged glances and without hesitation, struck first, or they might all die there.

The battle erupted in an instant.

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"Boom!"

Fierce flames soared into the sky, forming a massive mushroom cloud.

Xi Mu, grasping the neck of a goddess, emerged from the sea of fire and handed over the goddess’s body to the God of Duel.

The battle had gone through several rounds.

Now his breath was very weak, as if he had exhausted all his combat means, enough for one to deduce his strengths and weaknesses.

And at that moment.

The God of War leaped down from the stands and walked towards Ahtal’s direction; he had gathered enough information and prepared the most suitable environment to wield his power, having no reason to lose to Ahtal.