After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 596 - 239: Long Time No See, Lady Witch of Death_2

Xi Mu rode out on his eight-legged horse.

Eliminating the Fenrir Wolf directly wouldn’t be difficult—simply a matter of wielding the spear of destiny, but he was curious to see if the Fenrir Wolf had any surprises in store.

However, the moment Ahtal exited its stomach, the Fenrir Wolf turned tail and fled without hesitation, its tail tucked between its legs, disappearing into the all-consuming flames. Its massive form shrank to that of an ordinary female wolf as it pitifully skulked back to the side of the Monster Witch.

The Monster Witch crouched down and gently stroked the pitiful Fenrir Wolf. She seemed unsurprised by this outcome.

"I leave the rest to you."

"Wait, is it our turn already?" Yemengade exclaimed in astonishment. "What about the other demons or witches?"

The Monster Witch replied coldly, "I wasn’t talking to you."

"She was speaking to us." A calm male voice emerged, and a man with four arms and an eye on his forehead approached.

The gods followed in his wake.

"It’s our turn now," the God of Destruction said, spreading his four hands wide as he gazed at the distant King of Ash. He added, "That man doesn’t even find it worth engaging us, which means he either doesn’t regard us as threats, or the majority of his power is locked in the battle against the God of Omniscience."

The Avatar Witch shook her head. "This is only a simulated world."

"A simulated world still reflects reality," the God of Destruction retorted. Turning around, he glanced at the gods behind him—powerhouses like the God of Wealth and Contract, the Goddess of Cycle, the Goddess of Wisdom, the God of War, and many more.

This occasion was different from mere time reversal; it gathered the collective strength of the gods, save for the absence of the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life.

Nearly all the battle-ready gods had joined the war.

"Those details don’t matter," said the Goddess of Wisdom as she climbed over Yemengade’s scales and approached the Goddess of Salvation.

The Goddess of Salvation wore a slightly uncomfortable expression. As the apprentice of the King of Ash, now facing the gods, guilt seemed to weigh heavily on her.

Yet the Goddess of Wisdom showed no hostility. Instead, lifting a delicate strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled softly and said, "Oh mighty goddess bearing the name of salvation, can you guide us to vanquish the King of Ash together?" She unsheathed her longsword and pointed it toward where the King of Ash awaited.

"That man is the King of Ash from the end of time, the enemy who obstructs all existence. His head shall be the Savior’s triumph."

The Goddess of Salvation remained silent for a moment. Then she resolutely gripped the holy sword in her hand and nodded seriously, turning to face her teacher in the distance.

The God of Destruction noticed and smiled, glancing briefly at the Goddess of Fertility and the God of Growth nearby. Then, gripping a divine-crafted relic in his four hands, he bent his knees slightly and darted forward.

"Boom!" Yemengade lowered its head slightly as the God of Destruction led the charge, followed closely by the gods behind him.

"I’ve lost interest in dealing with you." Xi Mu flung his spear casually, ignoring the constraints of distance, impaling the God of Destruction’s chest. As he withdrew the spearpoint, the God of Destruction turned to ash.

Yet the gods continued their relentless onslaught, seeking to create an impossible miracle.

That miracle was to forge a being who could inherit the King of Ash’s power while preserving an independent will—an existence that might accomplish the unimaginable.

For this, they needed to wound the King of Ash or at least create an opportunity to make contact with him. First, the Goddess of Fertility would need to come into contact with Ahtal’s blood or body to conceive a descendant of the King of Ash. The God of Growth would then nurture this offspring to maturity, followed by the Goddess of Wisdom bestowing knowledge upon it, shaping an appropriate personality.

This child would inherit the bloodline of the King of Ash, the divine bloodline of the gods, and the endless blessings of the deities, giving it the resistance to endure the creation and destruction of worlds, and leading all life to a new realm.

But it all hinged on creating that critical moment of contact with the King of Ash.

"World of No Warmth!" The Ice and Snow Goddess’s lips parted lightly as she extended her hand toward the King of Ash, hoping to halt his movements for an instant.

"I’ve seen this one before." A hand emerged from the blistering flames, gripping the face of the Ice and Snow Goddess. The King of Ash’s crimson eyes gazed indifferently as searing ash fire erupted from his fingertips, mercilessly reducing the Ice and Snow Goddess to ashes.

This world indeed had many beauties, but that didn’t mean he would ever stay his hand. Except for those with close ties to him, he harbored no qualms about delivering mortal blows to his enemies.

Unless, of course, the enemy had a trick that intrigued him.

"Then how about this?!" The God of War charged forward, his grin brimming with excitement. At this moment, he had gathered the power of the gods, feeling as though he could shatter the world with a single punch.

"Smack." Xi Mu caught the incoming fist with one hand. With a casual fling, like bowling a ball, he sent the surrounding gods crashing into one another.

"I don’t particularly care what you’re trying to accomplish," he said, drawing the Great Sword of Death from his waist as he activated a player power.

"Game rule: Survival in the Domain of Death."

With his current power, the Kingdom of Death he unleashed was vast enough to instantly wipe out the majority of weaker gods besieging him.

And yet, it failed.

An attack capable of obliterating most lesser gods in an instant seemed to lose its effectiveness; the gods continued their relentless charge.

Xi Mu fell silent for a moment and altered the incantation: "Game rule adjustment: Survival in the Ash Kingdom."

With those words, searing ash fire devoured the world, turning the advancing gods into ashes—saving only the stronger ones, or those sharp enough to retreat in time.