After get off work, start speeding through another world

Chapter 154: Use your talent for coaxing women

"..."

The Corpse Witch had a subtle expression. Looking at Akhtar's gentle and sincere eyes, she opened her mouth and immediately flicked her long blue hair, "Forget it, there's no point in worrying about these things."

She had that dangerous look on her face again.

"Human, what do you want from me?"

"Isn't it inappropriate to chat in a coffin?" Ximu looked around the dark environment, and the Corpse Witch rolled her eyes slightly, folded her hands on her chest, and her tall and big breasts swayed.

She closed her eyes and said:

"This is the most comfortable place for me. Not only can no one disturb me, but I can also sleep comfortably."

"You're just trying to... be lazy?" A sleepy voice came. The Corpse Witch looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Moon Witch walking towards her with a sleepy face. She stood at the edge of the pit and gave her a reproachful look.

"Do you want to hide in the coffin and sleep now?" The Moon Witch supported her slender waist with one hand and showed an unhappy expression.

"This communication concerns your life and death."

"Is it related to my life and death?" The Corpse Witch blinked her sapphire eyes, supported herself on the coffin board and stood up. Her long aqua blue hair slid down her shoulders, and her eyes became serious, with a cold sense of rationality.

When the Moon Witch saw this, she turned her head and said to Ximu:
"Akhtar, you can talk to her about cooperation now. This woman is not serious most of the time. She forgets what she said the moment she turns around. But when it comes to life and death, her memory and attitude will be better."

"Why do I feel like you are scolding me?" The Corpse Witch twitched her lips. She just didn't want to add pressure to her life. She would live one day at a time, but if she didn't take it seriously when it came to a matter of life and death, then there was something wrong with her brain.

In response, the Moon Witch turned her head slightly, avoiding the condemning look from the Corpse Witch. She just told the truth.

"There's not much to talk about." Ximu said with a smile. After the Corpse Witch cast a look at him, he told her the purpose of his visit, "I want to invite you to join the Death Witch's camp and seize the dominance of this world together."

"Join the Death Witch's camp?" The Corpse Witch tilted her head and thought for a moment, then looked at Akhtar carefully and said:
"I don't want to join the Witch of Death's camp."

"The God of Omniscience has been sealed." Ximu suddenly added, which stunned the Corpse Witch. She had slept in the coffin for too long and was not very familiar with the news from the outside world. She turned her head and looked at the Moon Witch.

After seeing the Moon Witch nod slightly.

"Then I can consider it." The Corpse Witch nodded slightly, bent her slender thighs slightly, and then jumped suddenly and fell out of the coffin.

She stood at the edge of the pit and smiled at Ximu:

"Human, let's talk somewhere else." After saying that, he turned and headed deep into the forest. After walking for a few minutes, they arrived in front of a quaint mansion.

Vines were entangled on the iron fence, and several crows stood on the edge of the mansion, casting curious and wary glances at the three people who had arrived.

There have been no outsiders in this mansion for a long time.

"The outside world is changing so fast?" The Corpse Witch raised her hand and pushed open the iron gate, then walked into the mansion with Ximu and the Moon Witch.

Along the way, she had learned from Akhtar about the changes in the outside world, such as the Omniscient God being sealed, the Witch of Death declaring war on the gods, the world's overlapping order of life and death, and Ragnarok might come within ten years.

The bombardment of information made her feel like she was dreaming.

Whether it was the sealing of the Omniscient God or the impending Ragnarok, these were things she had previously assumed were very far away.

It feels like witnessing history.

"The world has always been in a state of rapid change." Ximu smiled and came to the living room with the Corpse Witch. Then he showed a vigilant expression, only to see a man hugging Dragon Soul on the sofa in the living room.

The man had short khaki hair and an exposed upper body with eight-pack abs. He was hugging the female dragon, who remained in dragon form, and whispering sweet words to them.

The atmosphere became subtle.

"Why are you here, Earth Demon?" The Corpse Witch frowned in dissatisfaction, showing obvious disgust, "And can you please stop getting horny in my house? It will pollute the air."

"How rude, we are pure love." The Earth Devil shook his head, then raised his hand and patted Dragon Soul's butt. Dragon Soul turned around and looked at everyone, then walked out of the mansion, giving the space for everyone to communicate.

"You can find it by yourself, which saves us time." The Moon Witch walked into the living room, raised her hand to gently smooth the hair beside her ears, and made a cup of tea for the three of them.

As for expecting the owner of the house to make tea to entertain the guests, that is impossible. The Corpse Witch can't even take care of herself, let alone take care of others.

So she has to be more self-disciplined, otherwise she won’t even be able to drink a glass of water.

The steaming teacup was placed down.

The Moon Witch sat down gracefully, maintaining a perfect height relative to Akhtar, and listened to their incoherent negotiations.

After a moment, he couldn't help but sighed:

"If you don't want to cooperate, then there's no need to waste time talking. Just make your demands directly and see if Akhtar can satisfy you."

She turned her head to look at the human male next to her.

"Although he is the one who invited us, the Witch of Death must agree in the end. Otherwise, even if Akhtar agrees to give you the whole world, it will be useless."

"That's true." The Corpse Witch blinked and stopped probing with words. "Then let's fight. Let me see the ability of the top genius of this era."

"Want to fight with you?" Ximu raised his hand and pointed at himself, then pointed at the Corpse Witch opposite him. The expression on his face was very subtle, as if asking if you were joking.

Even if the Corpse Witch is in a weakened state, she is still a witch after all, and not someone that he, who is at the peak of his human power, can challenge. However, after he surpasses the limits of human power, he will be able to fight her.

As for after he completes the ritual, he can simply press the weakened Corpse Witch on the table and attack her childbirth-shaped butt crazily.

"Of course not me." The Corpse Witch smiled charmingly, crossed her slender legs wrapped in bandages, and then snapped her fingers lightly. As the snap echoed, the vision changed drastically and they came to an underground world. There were more than a dozen corpses of giant dragons, looking at them... no, they looked at Akhtar with ill intent.

"Come and show me the most talented hero of this era."

"Why are you testing me when you are cooperating with the Witch of Death?" Ximu asked, but took out the Greatsword of Death.

In response, the Corpse Witch snorted.

"I said you can become a demon, right? Of course, I want to see your potential and talent, but not because you opened my coffin."

Ximu: "..."

He let out an imperceptible sigh, pushed the ground hard with both feet, and his body shot out like a bullet, with the sword cutting through the air and the flames of death splattering like ink, directly covering a nearby corpse dragon and turning it into ashes in an instant.

Then, he felt that the remaining corpse dragons suddenly became stronger. It was the Corpse Witch who strengthened the corpse dragons' strength, which even exceeded their strength when they were alive.

but.

"It's a pity that you will have to face real...death next." Ximu grinned, and dragon breath mixed with black flames flowed out from between his teeth, and he spit out a burning black sun.

"Boom!" The spreading flame of death spread, sucking in several nearby corpse dragons and engulfing them in the black flames.

The battle is over.

"Is it okay?" Ximu exhaled a breath with a few black sparks and asked the Corpse Witch with a smile.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"You are truly favored by the Witch of Death." The Witch of Corpses sighed, but she unlocked the scenery in her heart and allowed everyone to return to the mansion.

"I agree to join." The Demon of Earth was the first to answer. He had no reason to refuse to join the camp of the Witch of Death.

Instead of waiting for the Ragnarok to come in ten years, it would be better to take back all the power and gamble for yourself once. Winning is naturally a good thing.

If you lose, you will be reduced to ashes under the flames of ash.

"Welcome." Ximu nodded, then looked at the Corpse Witch, only to see her sighing helplessly and muttering something.

"If I could, I would just sleep in a coffin." She nodded to Akhtar, "I'll join in."

"Then the purpose of my trip has been achieved." Ximu picked up the teacup on the table, drank it all, stood up and was about to leave.

However, the Moon Witch reached out and grabbed his wrist:
"Won't you let the Witch of Summoning Death come to see us?"

"The Witch of Death should not have the energy to come out now." Ximu explained, "She has to guard against the gods attacking the Cult of Death."

“And you are recruiting accomplices for the Witch of Death behind the scenes?” The Moon Witch loosened her hand and let Akhtar leave the mansion.

……

...

at the same time.

The territory of the elves.

"Die." The Slicing Demon stretched out his hand, and a grid-like slashing attack broke out centered around him. In an instant, the surrounding buildings, bridges, cobblestone roads, and the tens of thousands of elves living here were all turned into pieces.

Resist... No, most people don't realize why they are dying.

"As expected, as long as the body carrying the soul is damaged to a certain extent, death can be forced." He observed for a while, "But the soul does not seem to be able to go directly to hell. It can only be said that it is not restricted by the body."

"As long as the goddess of death comes, the wandering souls will be freed." A gentle female voice came, and the split demon turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a gray cloak walking towards her slowly.

She took off her cloak, revealing her delicate face.

"Segment Demon, I need you to do something."

"Ha~ I'll do it just because you tell me to?" The Slicing Demon sneered and swung his hand at Eden. The horrifying slash passed by Eden, leaving behind a long and narrow valley that extended to the end of the field of vision.

With his strength restored to peak condition, he has nothing to worry about as long as they are not those guys who are abnormally powerful.

And the woman in front of him was neither a god nor a witch.

Not worth mentioning at all.

"Just like you would kill people for no reason, I won't ask for your opinion." Eden lowered his eyes gently and walked towards the demon of division.

"Should we care about the opinions of the weak?" The Slicing Demon laughed, and swung his hand casually, with a slash that was enough to cut the sea, and headed towards Eden.

The inevitable result is the fall of a beauty.

It should have been like this, but the blow that was powerful enough to cut the sea apart was corrected by the world the moment it approached Eden.

The slash was forcibly erased. What on earth is wrong with this woman?

The Slice Demon had a strong bad premonition and remembered the last time he encountered the Goddess of Lies and had a bad experience.

I shouldn't be so unlucky this time as I will meet another ridiculously powerful woman.

next second.

"Ugh!" The split demon's eyes bulged out and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body folded in half and flew backwards like a cannonball, rolling several times on the snow before stopping.

Eden calmly put down his hand, looked at the Segment Demon who was half-kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, then turned around and turned into a golden mist and disappeared on the spot.

What needed to be done on this trip has been completed.

"What's going on with that woman?" The Split Demon stood up, holding his abdomen. He was ready to reveal his trump card and launch a counterattack against the strange woman, but the woman just slapped him in the abdomen and left.

Wait…slapped him in the stomach.

The Severed Demon lowered his head and lifted up the clothes on his abdomen, only to see circles of spells, like tadpoles, written on his lower abdomen. If you look closely, you can even find that the spells are vaguely moving.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What exactly is this?"

Although he understood what this meant, he was sure that the spell on his abdomen... no, the curse was very bad.

After studying for a while.

The Slicing Demon finally figured out the purpose of the Curse of the Belly. It was an extremely vicious curse that could use living people as weapons by sacrificing them.

There is no need for forging or searching for precious meteorites. Instead, living people can be used as materials to directly forge corresponding precious weapons.

"Hahahaha... Is this a weapon that wants to use me as a living sacrifice?" The Splitting Demon laughed in anger, opened his arms, and activated his own power.

By dividing up everything that does not belong to him, the curse can naturally be forced to disappear.

A light flashed, and black mist emerged from the body of the segmentation demon, forcibly cutting off the foreign objects that did not belong to him.

Do it all.

"Hmph." The split demon lifted up the clothes on his abdomen and found that the curse words still did not disappear, but instead expanded.

What's the matter.

"Is it a curse that directly distorts my existence?" The face of the Split Demon was gloomy. He guessed the true nature of the curse. Most curses could be lifted, but if it was a curse that directly targeted the existential level, then even if he used the ability to split, it would not be effective because his existence had already been distorted.

To give an inappropriate example, it is like when a person’s body is diseased, the organs are still the same organs, but they are slightly different from the original ones.

The options at this time are either to forcibly remove the organ or to make do with it.

……

...

the other side.

Demonic castle.

"Teacher, I'm back." Ximu pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Hecate still sitting elegantly, and also teaching the white-haired loli some knowledge about magic.

As for the White Dragon King and the Demon of Denial, their whereabouts are unknown, but based on the inertia of the plot, they probably went to create the god of the Dragon Tomb.

That’s right, even though he had always been in contact with witches and demons, the actual manager of the Dragon Tomb was actually a god, but he had never shown up from beginning to end.

Of course, this does not mean that the gods behind the Dragon Tomb are aloof and unwilling to come out to meet mortals, but they just want to wait until the situation becomes clearer before making a choice.

If the gods gain the upper hand, or if the omniscient god suddenly returns, the gods will fight against the demons and witches behind the dragon tomb.

And if the camp of the Witch of Death gains the upper hand, the gods behind the Dragon Tomb can also directly switch to the camp of the Witch of Death through the relationship with the Moon Witch and others.

No matter who wins or loses, the gods behind the Dragon Tomb always win.

"Disciple, come to your side." Hecate put down the book in her hand, raised her hand and touched the head of the white-haired loli beside her, and then set her eyes on Akhtar.

Ximu came over and sat next to Hecate.

"Well, the condition has worsened." Hecate stretched out her hand, raised it and touched Akhtar's neck, and after carefully sensing it, she came to a conclusion.

"Disciple, you are going to transform into a dragon too."

"Maybe the side effects of slaying too many dragons are showing up." Ximu smiled helplessly, raised his hand to lift up his sleeve, revealing his arm with faintly visible dragon scales.

Even though the dragon magic he obtained was corrected, he had killed far more dragons than Siegfried, which would inevitably make his dragonization more severe.

Now he is about to degenerate into a dragon.

"Master can help you suppress the progress of your dragon transformation." Hecate glanced at the narrator Mao Loli and chuckled:
"Of course you can also choose to become a dragon."

"Even if I transform into a dragon, will the teacher still recognize me as his disciple?" Ximu touched the scales on the back of his hand.

To this, Hecate smiled and replied: "Species, life forms, are not important to a master. A disciple is always a disciple of the master."

Having reached her current height, she is no longer bound by species. It is better to say that people are bound by race, which she can interfere with and change.

When something can be freely chosen based on its ability, it does not have any special features, just like when you can freely choose any race or gender in a game.

Then the classification of species does not have any special features.

Who you want to use is purely a matter of personal preference.

"Then transform into a dragon." Ximu glanced at the white-haired Lolita and happened to meet her ruby ​​eyes. "Otherwise, it will be difficult to produce offspring."

"What does this have to do with me?" The white-haired girl blushed and couldn't help turning her head away from Akhtar's sight. "I'm not old enough to bear children yet, Akhtar, don't mess around."

Ximu kept smiling and said nothing.

"I... I have something else to do, you guys chat." The white-haired loli spoke lower and lower, and ran out of the room in a panic.

And after she left.

"Teacher, is there anything you want to say to me?" Ximu withdrew his gaze. Now there were only him and Hecate here, and they could tell some secrets between master and disciple.

In response, Hecate smiled and said, "You are becoming more and more skilled in controlling little girls."

"I'll take it as a compliment from you, Master." Ximu smiled, and Hecate shook her head upon hearing that, then said:

"I need you to cut a branch from the Tree of All-Knowing."

"The branch of the Tree of Omniscience?" Ximu was slightly stunned. "Teacher, that is not something I can cut off."

In the game setting, the Tree of Omniscience is a metaphysical tree that is spread throughout every corner of the world. Even if he is holding the Greatsword of Death now, he cannot cut off a branch.

Even the Black Dragon King could only bite off the bark and had no way of biting off the branches.

"You don't need to intercept it." Hecate kept smiling, looking at the embarrassed apprentice with a faint smile, "Apprentice, use your ability to coax the little girl."

Ximu was silent for a moment: "Master, do you want me to ask Yidian for help?"

It is naturally impossible for him to cut the branches of the Tree of Omniscience by himself, at least not now.

However, it would be an extremely simple matter to let the manager of the Tree of Omniscience intercept it.

In this regard.

"She will be willing to help you." Hecate smiled softly, picked up the manuscript of the Moon Witch on the table, and gently flipped through it.

Ximu was silent after hearing this, and said, "I'll ask her. If Yidian doesn't want to, then forget it."

"What the teacher says is destiny." Hecate used the book in her hand to knock Akhtar on the head. Her gentle expression turned stern. "Speaking of which, have you studied hard?"

Ximu replied, "Of course."

"The more powerful you are, the more knowledge you need." Hecate gave this instruction and began teaching between master and disciple.

With her apprentice's current strength, he can already try to perform the ceremony and ascend to become a demon. However, if he wants to know the conditions for satisfying the ceremony, he needs enough knowledge to study and understand it in order to find out the conditions for the ceremony.

Suppose a person with an empty head accidentally possesses the peak strength of a human being, he is still not qualified to be promoted to a demon because he does not even know how to perform the ceremony.

Akhtar is currently stuck in this delicate stage and must fill a lot of knowledge so that Akhtar can find his own way to become a demon.

This process is very difficult and has blocked many of the strongest people.

After all, becoming stronger through training sometimes depends on talent, and one can reach the peak of human performance as long as one follows one's instincts. However, if one wants to find a ritual that suits oneself, this will test one's knowledge and research ability.

for a long time.

The Witch of Fate disappeared, and Akhtar and the white-haired loli rode out of the Dragon Tomb on a mare.

Walking through the long corridor, the dazzling sunlight hits my eyes.

Subsequently.

"Ha~ We're surrounded." Ximu squeezed the mare's legs slightly and looked around. In the square outside the dragon tomb, there were groups of giant dragons.

"They are sinful dragons." The white-haired Loli raised her head, looked at Akhtar, who was looking down, and explained softly, "They are all dragons who have committed capital crimes and are imprisoned."

"They committed a capital crime, so why are they still alive?" Ximu asked, and then heard the explanation of the white-haired loli.

"There is no death penalty in the Dragon Empire. Even if a death sentence is dropped, the person will only be imprisoned until death. If a woman accidentally gets pregnant in prison, or has a clear offspring, she can be transferred to a nursery and receive better living conditions."

"You dragons are really obsessed with reproduction." Ximu twitched his mouth, took out the Greatsword of Death and pointed it at the dragons outside.

"Enemy or friend?"

(End of this chapter)