After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 428 - 162 Going to the High Heavens

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt impossible to breathe.

The Goddess of the Sword pursed her lips as she watched the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Life confronting each other, and her hand pressed against the hilt of her sword.

She had no intention of taking advantage of the situation to attack the Witch of Death, even if the Witch’s attention was entirely on the Goddess of Life, she still couldn’t kill her. Such was the trouble with Universal Level beings.

By elevating an aspect of their power to omnipotence, they became nearly flawless in strength, immune to manipulation at the mental level and interference on the temporal level, preserving their self-will.

And naturally, sneak attacks were considered within the scope of an omnipotent being’s defenses, so there would always be a passive protection against them.

Of course, if one had the ability of an extraterritorial demon to launch an attack without any interference or observation beforehand, then the situation would be different. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

In any case, she wasn’t planning to sneak attack, but to find an opportunity to leave and prevent herself from being implicated in the battle to come, resulting in an inexplicable death.

"Goddess of the Sword, our battle is not over yet." A sudden voice came from behind, making the Goddess of the Sword quickly turn her head to see another Ahtal emerge from the void, holding a Sword of Light ready to be unleashed.

She silently turned to look at the other Ahtal, then glanced at the Ahtal with the Sword of Light, and immediately guessed that the Ahtal she had been fighting was an avatar.

The real Ahtal was still hiding in the Kingdom of Heart, looking for the right moment to launch a sneak attack on her.

What a despicable fellow.

"Is this the time to fight?" The Goddess of the Sword asked with a sneer, glancing at the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Life still in a standoff, her sense of urgency to leave growing stronger. If the two women at the pinnacle started fighting over a disagreement, it would be very dangerous for her, and the current world would face a crisis far worse than a snow disaster.

"But you can’t leave either," Xi Mu said indifferently, making it clear he did not want the Goddess of the Sword to leave. If he let the Goddess of the Sword go now, he would be left alone to endure the scrutiny of both the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Life, which would be very difficult for him.

Goddess of the Sword: "I dislike men who pester endlessly."

"I wasn’t counting on you liking me," Xi Mu replied indifferently, still blocking the Goddess of the Sword’s way.

And at that moment,

"Ahtal, do you aspire to be the companion of the Goddess of Life?" came the calm voice of the Witch of Death. Her gaze toward Ahtal had no trace of emotion, yet it conveyed a sense of urgency, as though any wrong answer would have irreversible consequences, leaving no room for evasion.

Xi Mu did not reply immediately.

Given the Witch of Death’s temperament, even if he professed in front of her that he wished to be the Goddess of Life’s partner, the Witch of Death would not become enraged and try to kill him. Instead, she would look at him with... disappointed and sorrowful eyes before turning away without a word.

"Lord Ahtal!" A desperate voice suddenly came through, as a puppet girl tied by silk threads tumbled from the sky, her delicate hands gripping Ahtal’s wrist and her pretty face showing a pitiful expression, "Please, do not...abandon us?"

"Why are you here?" Xi Mu asked in surprise, noticing the puppet girl casting a glance at the Witch of Death who turned her head away, which led him to understand why the puppet girl appeared at such a critical moment.

"...It’s a plea from fate," the puppet girl solemnly claimed, utterly spouting nonsense and further clinging to Ahtal’s arm, "We just celebrated with a victory feast for you not long ago, and everyone was rejoicing in your honor."

Her lips trembled slightly, and one by one, puppets fell from the sky, their surfaces shimmering with vague shadows, which then materialized into members of the Church of Death.

"Lord Ahtal, please do not leave us," Luwei said, lightly gathering her blue hair beside her ear, revealing a melancholic expression to Ahtal, "If one day we meet in combat, it would certainly be a sad affair."

"I can’t imagine fighting against Lord Ahtal," Shark Girl Kaschte raised her hand to her full bosom as if distressed by the thought.

"Lord Ahtal, there are many people in the Church of Death who you value," Tiger King stepped forward with a bright smile towards Ahtal, "If you were to leave, the Witch of Death would certainly be... sad."

He scratched his head.

"You know yourself that the Witch of Death trusts you the most."

So that was the Witch of Death, quite the tactician.

The Goddess of the Sword had such an assessment, thinking that if she were Ahtal, she would not have the heart to leave the Church of Death, not only because the Witch trusted Ahtal completely, but also due to the company of many beautiful and distinct characters.

Compared to the disdain in the high heavens, Ahtal in the Church of Death was not only the foremost person under the Witch of Death, but he was also surrounded by many beautiful and trustworthy beauties.

It would be difficult for anyone to leave.

"Lord Ahtal, you will surely be bullied if you go to the high heavens," the puppet girl tiptoed, whispering to Ahtal, "It’s much more peaceful and free in the Church of Death."

"In the Church of Death, you can fully utilize your talents," Luwei added appropriately, "There’s no room for you to exercise your talents in the high heavens."

She rested her hand on the shoulder of the Shark Girl Kaschte.