After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 513 - 201 Second Round_3

However, the person who is supposed to help her break the seal should be arriving soon.

"Ahtal," a complex voice echoed in the void. Then, she gently closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle. She awaited the Time Witch to summon her incarnation so that she might once again see Ahtal calling for her.

But she knew it was unlikely.

The current Ahtal had already become the King of Ash, yet there was still a chance for salvation. If only she could successfully assassinate the God of Omniscience and then cover the world with the Order of Death, she could move forward to a future battle with Ahtal.

If there was a chance to defeat Ahtal, perhaps she could find a way to separate him from the state of being the King of Ash.

Hell.

The bottom layer.

The God of Hell sat at a round table, drinking the fine wine brewed by the god of wine himself. His expression abruptly froze as memories from the future suddenly flooded his brain. His body began to swell uncontrollably, growing without limit.

That was the influence of the Creation Witch from the future, inevitable even if Time Retrospection was employed to go back to the past.

Strange flesh grew on the bottom layer of Hell, as if intending to envelop it completely, and his consciousness crumbled along with it.

At that moment,

the sky split apart violently.

The Goddess of Death stepped out from a profound crevice, looking at the God of Hell turned into a lump of flesh, and let out a tired sigh.

Fortunately, this time there was a way to save the God of Hell. The seal of the Creation Witch needed to be broken, and then let the Creation Witch redefine the life form of the God of Hell.

In this way, the God of Hell might also be saved.

...

Sky City.

The royal garden behind the palace.

Yasiraqi revealed a nostalgic smile, looking at Siegfried, who was nearly two meters tall and enjoying his barbecue across the table:

"Father, it’s really great to see you."

"Have we been apart for a long time?" Siegfried stroked his chin, looking at his daughter’s nostalgic smile, his expression growing more puzzled.

To this, Yasiraqi replied with a light laugh:

"Not too long, but it feels longer than a lifetime. The man I admired personally slew my father, who had turned into a dragon, and then he himself fell into... "

Siegfried raised an eyebrow, "He fell into becoming a malicious dragon?"

"More like he fell into becoming the King of Ash," Yasiraqi sighed wistfully, causing Siegfried’s expression to freeze. Since when did his daughter start playing jokes on her father, showing no signs of lying at all.

"Just kidding," Yasiraqi suddenly smiled lightly, picking up the wine jug on the table to pour her father a drink.

But Siegfried didn’t see it as a joke. He looked at his daughter, who suddenly seemed much more mature, and said:

"Can you tell me your story?"

"It’s a bit of a long story," Yasiraqi reminisced, starting from the very beginning when she met Ahtal.

...

Dragon Kingdom.

Clatter.

The sound of a water cup shattering, the crystal shards scattering all around.

Evelyn blinked in confusion, finding herself back in the Dragon Kingdom again, even though she should have been sacrificed by the Church of Death and her soul fallen into the hands of the Witch of Death.

Later, the Witch of Death transferred their souls to a demon, who then took them to a place known as the Hall of Valor.

After that, her consciousness was put on hold.

Only when the being called the extraterritorial demon appeared did her suspended consciousness become active again, as if the concept of time did not exist in the Hall of Valor.

Time flow only possible with the very nature of that extraterritorial demon.

So how had she returned to the Dragon Kingdom now?

"Your Highness, what’s wrong?" A maid, not far away, came running in a panic, only to see the Dragon Clan’s young princess giving her a serene smile.

"Chana, I’m planning to travel to the human nations."

"Eh?" The maid blinked in surprise, then quickly tried to dissuade her, "Your Highness, your physical condition doesn’t allow for you to leave the palace at will."

"Then we’ll just bring more people to protect me," the White-haired Lolita spoke as she firmly tucked her hair behind her ear and decisively left the room.

She wondered if that man had also returned to the present.

...

Remote mountain village.

By the glittering river, Xi Mu leaned against a protruding rock, slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils reflected a world brimming with vitality.