After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 532 - 209 Changed Belief_2

Meanwhile,

on the other side.

"Getting so worked up over an imposter, is it really necessary?" Shark Girl Kaschte crossed her arms, a serrated greatsword by her side.

Theoretically, weapons were not allowed in the spectator seats, but after a cordial exchange with the higher-ups of the duel arena,

she could bring her weapon into the duel arena at will.

"To always hide one’s tracks without being exposed means the impostor." Letixia’s voice was calm, her emerald eyes reflecting the dueling arena, "must be no ordinary person, and may even be connected to Demons or Witches."

They had been trying to find the person impersonating Ahtal for the past three days but had always come up empty-handed. Even when Shark Girl Kaschte put her greatsword to the throat of the arena owner, frightening him into kneeling and begging for mercy,

they still couldn’t get any useful information.

"What’s the point of doing this?" Shark Girl Kaschte asked, then paused, raising a hand to point at a certain section of the spectator seats, "Miss Letixia, there’s a friend of yours."

"..."

Letixia looked in the direction pointed, and saw Yasiraqi sitting next to Siegfried, their eyes meeting hers.

Their gazes intersected, and then they waved to each other in greeting.

"Is that girl Letixia?" Siegfried stroked his chin, asking his elegantly smiling daughter beside him, "Is she the one you want to snatch away from her corner?"

Yasiraqi: "..."

"Sorry, sorry, I misspoke." Siegfried laughed heartily, raising his hand to ruffle Yasiraqi’s head, "Since there’s no marriage, there’s no talk of corner-snatching."

"Father, can you stop repeating ’corner-snatching’?" Yasiraqi said, suppressing her voice, feeling helpless toward Siegfried’s wicked sense of humor.

She had slightly embellished her description of the future, but Siegfried was still keen enough to sense the truth.

"You can’t grow without facing the pettiness in your heart," Siegfried said with a smile, sharing his life insights, "Human desires are murky from the beginning; they have never been truly clear."

After saying this, he pointed into the distance.

"That little Dragon Clan princess is interested in Ahtal too, isn’t she?"

Yasiraqi instinctively followed his pointing and saw a delicate-looking white-haired Lolita, surrounded and protected by several powerful giants of the Dragon Clan.

Clearly, her identity was not simple.

The white-haired Lolita seemed to sense something, turned her head, and met Yasiraqi’s eyes, then they nodded to each other in greeting.

And just then,

the host of the duel arena walked out. He was dressed in a neat suit, with a professional smile, looking over the filled spectator stands, a hint of nervousness in his heart.

This wasn’t nervousness due to the large crowd—in fact, overcrowding was not a first for the arena—but the diversity of the audience this time was tricky: princesses and kings from Sky City, the little princess from the Dragon Kingdom, and the high-level personages of the Church of Death.

All were characters who could not be offended.

If any problems occurred during the duel, it would definitely cause a crisis beyond his ability to handle.

So, there could be no slip-ups.

"I’m sure everyone came here today to confirm one thing," he said with a professional smile to all present.

"Whether the participant in the duel is actually Ahtal."

The atmosphere grew slightly tense.

The host of the duel arena shook his head in a gesture of helplessness: "The fact is, we do not know either, nor can we verify; however, the destruction of the Dusk Cult’s branch and the defeat of the monster are undoubtedly true events."

He performed a bow, hand on his chest.

"So, no matter what the truth is, this duel is bound to have enough highlights to exist and will not disappoint everyone," he concluded.

Upon his words, the atmosphere heated up instantly.

Whether it’s real or fake doesn’t matter, everyone who comes here wants to be entertained, and if the duel is of high quality,

then naturally, it’s a good thing.

The host of the duel arena breathed a sigh of relief; then he raised a hand and pointed towards the duelists’ entrance, loudly declaring, "Next, please welcome the hero who combats monsters and followers of the Dusk Cult... the Hero!"

As his words fell, a corpse clad in silver armor was thrown out, carving a furrow in the sandy ground of the arena, coming to a stop at the feet of the host.

The atmosphere instantly solidified.

"Turns out to be a fake," a dwarven lolita, wielding a pair of hammers, stepped forth and glanced at the dumbfounded host, saying,

"Impersonating the King of Ash comes with a price. Are you prepared to accept it?" Her hammers burst into flames, and her smile became dangerous in that instant.

"You’re all going to die here."

As of now, the Dusk Cult had already begun changing their faith, switching from the original worship of the Flame Giant Surter to the King of Ash, Ahtal. Therefore, when they realized someone was attempting to impersonate Ahtal, it immediately provoked a reaction from the Dusk Cult.

That meant anyone who went to the duel arena had to die.

"Wait, what does that have to do with us?" An audience member spoke in panic, looking around at the followers of the Dusk Cult that had appeared out of nowhere:

"We’re just here to watch the show!"

"That is your capital offense," the dwarven lolita said expressionlessly, "Why? Do you think you’re entitled to watch a play that offends the King of Ash?"

With that, she added one more thing.

"The King of Ash that exists at the end of time is Ahtal; if you dared to come watch this duel, then you undoubtedly have no reason to live."

"How does that make any sense?" someone angrily retorted, "Isn’t the King of Ash the Flame Giant Surter?"

If someone were to impersonate the Flame Giant Surter to participate in a duel, then naturally, they wouldn’t dare to watch, afraid of attracting unnecessary trouble.

The dwarven lolita calmly stated, "The King of Ash has been replaced."

About the issue of the King of Ash being replaced, the Dusk Cult specifically went to the sealing grounds to check, and discovered that the Flame Giant Surter was no longer the King of Ash, but merely a deity infected with the Ash Fire, even though the Flame Giant Surter still harbored the idea of burning the world. In the end, he was not the true King of Ash.

Therefore, it was normal for the Dusk Cult to change the object of their faith.

From the beginning, the true faith of the Dusk Cult was in the King of Ash who represented Ragnarok, not in any particular person.

In the past, worshiping the Flame Giant Surter was mainly because he carried the power of Ragnarok.

That’s why he could be the totem of their faith.

"The King of Ash can be replaced?" someone raised the question, but the dwarven lolita had no intention of answering. She suddenly swung her iron hammer, ablaze with flames, shooting it out like a cannonball.

"Thud!" A large hand grasp the incoming hammer, fingers penetrating the metal, disregarding the burning Ash Fire.

"So the Dusk Cult also has people who have memories of the future?" Siegfried weighed the hammer in his hand, burning with the Ash Fire, not affected by it in the slightest.

In this world, many were infected with the Ash Fire, but that didn’t mean they all could harness the Ash Fire’s power to the extent to burn deities to death.

Most followers of the Dusk Cult possessed Ash Fire that was merely a rather fierce flame.

"Maybe it’s because the Flame Giant Surter is too useless," a male voice came from the entrance for duelists, and then a giant, comparable in size to a human, stepped out slowly.

He exuded an extremely strong presence, like forging steel compressed into small blocks, full of toughness and yet bursting with explosive power.

The past hero Heracles possessed the ability to influence density.

"It’s certain that you’re all going to die here," Heracles said with a cold gaze meeting Siegfried’s eyes and loosened his wrists, "However, you and Princess Yasiraqi could leave alive."

"That doesn’t sound like the Dusk Cult’s style," Siegfried said, his expression becoming pensive, not expecting the zealots bent on burning the world to make exceptions.

And the reason was because his daughter had made the acquaintance of Ahtal.

"But it seems someone doesn’t plan to let you kill at will," he looked up at the sky, where a pair of hands covered the heavens, as if to hold the duel arena in the palm like a glass ball. Through the gaps between the fingers, one could see a pair of wine-red eyes.