After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 597 - 239 Long Time No See, Lady Witch of Death_3

The entire world seemed to suddenly quiet down.

"...Did we lose?" The Goddess of Salvation glanced around and realized most of the gods had vanished; what was once an endless offensive had come to an abrupt halt.

Her companion, Yemengade, had also turned into a burning skeleton, collapsing slowly. The shift in the situation was so rapid that she couldn’t react.

Moreover, she felt an inexplicable nuance—that her teacher’s attack was precisely within the range she could endure.

Otherwise, she would have died with the majority of the gods.

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The sound of hooves emerged from the flames. Sleipnir appeared, stepping out of the blazing inferno, and stopped before the Goddess of Salvation.

The Goddess of Salvation lifted her gaze toward her teacher sitting atop the horse, and an overwhelming sense of despair consumed her. It wasn’t despair culled from prophecy, but the acute hopelessness of witnessing the King of Ash’s display of power—a force so immense that a single spell could eradicate most gods.

Yet defeating a single witch or demon required exhausting effort on her part.

Xi Mu lowered his gaze to his disciple. Her delicate face was flushed red from the intense heat, and her cheeks were smeared with traces of ash.

He withdrew his gaze and rode away.

The Goddess of Salvation snapped back to her senses, clenched her teeth, stood resolutely, and gripped the holy sword in her hand, moving to launch an attack on her teacher.

She couldn’t surrender. Otherwise, how could she break the eternal cycle of calamity in the world?

"Clang!" The edge of the sword descended, exploding into brilliant sparks that skimmed the King of Ash’s back. A strike capable of slaying demons had absolutely no effect on the King of Ash.

Xi Mu casually swung his long spear, thrusting it through the Goddess of Salvation’s abdomen and hoisting her into the air, locking eyes with her.

The Goddess of Salvation gritted her teeth and hacked tirelessly with the holy sword, attempting to harm her teacher. But every strike, apart from sending numbing shocks back into her hands, failed to cause him any damage.

"Determined, aren’t you." Xi Mu chuckled softly, watching his stubborn young disciple grit her teeth and swing the sword with all her might. He found himself unwilling to look away.

As someone with Player Authority, he could tweak his stats effortlessly. Although his limits were regulated by the development of the player interface and his Magic Power cap,

he could set his defense stats so high that the Goddess of Salvation couldn’t penetrate it if he so desired.

The Goddess of Salvation, appearing exhausted, suddenly ceased her frantic slashes. Her gaze was filled with despair and grievance as she looked at her teacher. Though she knew he was holding back, being suspended in mid-air, helplessly chopping away with her sword, left her utterly crushed.

This was meant to be a serious battle between life and death.

"Not bad. You’re the first god who’s managed to strike me so many times." Xi Mu made his customary remark of praise. The long spear implanted in the Goddess of Salvation’s abdomen erupted with searing Ash Fire, instantly burning his disciple into ash.

And then, at that moment—

"Perhaps it’s because the Goddess of Salvation’s teacher taught her well." A sultry voice echoed. Xi Mu’s spear moved at the sound but abruptly halted again; there knelt the Avatar Witch, her knees pressed to the ground, hands overlapped beneath her.

"Lord Ahtal, I’ve admired you for a long time." The Avatar Witch lifted her head slightly and said softly to Ahtal:

"Please allow me to follow you."

"..."

Xi Mu said nothing; his ruby-like eyes gleamed faintly. The kneeling Avatar Witch was instantly reduced to ash. The tired trope of feigned loyalty followed by calculated betrayal bored him.

Though the Avatar Witch was indeed strikingly beautiful, Xi Mu had no shortage of beauties by his side. The so-called allure of a beautiful traitor held little interest for him.

After finishing this task,

Xi Mu redirected his gaze toward a figure in the distance. She had long, wavy, azure hair, wore a wide-brimmed witch’s pointed hat, and clasped her intertwined fingers before her chest. The girl’s gaze was cold, meeting his calmly.

Unlike others whose eyes brimmed with fear, her sapphire-like irises remained placid, as if the King of Ash before her was inconsequential.

"Witch of Death, I hadn’t expected you to descend personally." Xi Mu’s voice softened unexpectedly, devoid of hostility.

The Witch of Death lowered her interlocked hands from her chest, a hint of fluctuation in her eyes. "I hadn’t expected the All-Knowing Saintess to guide your will to this moment."