After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 133 - 32 Don’t let me down

"There’s good news, and there’s bad news," a hoarse male voice suddenly broke the silence. Ashliya instinctively looked towards the source of the voice and saw a dwarf with a weathered face walking in, his hands in his pockets, a casual smile on his face.

"Ahtal has appeared near the mine tunnel," the weathered dwarf scratched his head, sighing,

"Now we can concentrate all the force of the division to try to snatch back the Sword of Light, which is more reliable than hiring assassins over and over again."

Ashliya’s eyes lit up, then she furrowed her brow and asked, "What’s the bad news then?"

"The bad news is that we’re surrounded," the weathered dwarf shrugged, "All the exits are blocked by the army of Gear City. Our division’s strength is not enough to break through. We are now like a turtle trapped in a jar."

Ashliya: "..."

This was clearly them being ambushed by Ahtal, finding an opportunity to be surrounded, with no good news in sight.

The weathered dwarf seemed to sense Ashliya’s thoughts and explained, "As long as we can hold off for a while, support from the upper echelons will arrive."

He paused to think.

"Approximately within three hours."

"..."

Ashliya exhaled in relief; she still wanted to survive, filled with fear of death, as she wasn’t a true follower of the Dusk Cult with no fear of death.

However,

"But with our division’s strength, it’s difficult to hold even for an hour," he spread his hands and added.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Ashliya looked expressionless at the dwarf with the weathered bearing, her expression showing gritted teeth, "Spike, are you playing games with me!"

"Just kidding, don’t be nervous." Spike waved his hand, his expression becoming serious, "There’s a rock well at the bottom of the mine, which leads directly to the underground magma channels. As long as you dive into the well, you can escape safely."

"Jumping into the magma is like committing suicide..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ashliya fell silent, as she was blessed by the Flame Giant Surter and seemed able to move freely in the magma.

After all, magma is equivalent to the blood of the Flame Giant Surter. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"The little princess seems to have figured out the escape plan," Spike chuckled, "We will hold off the army of Gear City. You better hurry up and escape."

"..." Ashliya opened her mouth then closed it again. These followers of the Dusk Cult were not afraid of death; they just wanted to turn the world into ashes.

So their logic at this moment was not to escape but to hold Ahtal back here, waiting for the big shots from the Dusk Cult to retrieve the Sword of Light.

Thus, there would be hope to unseal the Flame Giant Surter.

"Don’t worry, we’re not so easy to kill." Spike laughed heartily, his body undergoing metallization.

He stretched out his hand, crafted like black gold.

"With my defense, it’s not so easy to kill me, and who knows, maybe I could even snatch back the Sword of Light."

Ashliya nodded, then left the small cabin.

She still somewhat believed in Spike’s strength, possessing the ability to change his physical composition. Just by coming into contact with the corresponding material, he could transform his body into a similar state of that material.

And at this moment, Spike’s body was composed of black gold, a metal settled deep underground, known for its extremely high toughness.

Spike had once, by transforming into black gold, withstood the direct breath of a dragon, completely unscathed.

A defense unprecedentedly strong.

Some time later.

The depths of the mine.

Cold.

Extremely cold, as if standing in the midst of winter.

This... was odd.

Ashliya began to slow her steps, her eyes cautiously observing her surroundings, clearly located underground, approaching the river of underground magma, yet it was absurdly cold, clearly defying common sense.

Until she saw a familiar figure.

It was a handsome knight clad in silver armor, standing by the edge of the lava well, gently stroking the neck of the eight-legged horse, his gaze calm as he looked her in the eye.

"Why are you here, Ahtal!" Ashliya instinctively stepped back, displaying a panicked expression.

At that, Xi Mu smiled.

"Is this... surprising?" he lifted his hand to touch the Hunting King’s Greatsword, the black Flame of Death igniting.

"Your strength should have increased, right?"

Ashliya: "..."

During her time at the division of the Dusk Cult, she had gained a deeper understanding of the blessings from the Flame Giant Surter.

Now she was able to utilize the blessings of the Flame Giant Surter more effectively, naturally stronger than before.

However, facing Ahtal who had become a hero, she still had no confidence.

"The assassins you sent to kill me these past days have been few?" Xi Mu took steps towards Ashliya, seemingly disappointed as he inquired, "Have you given up on hunting me down?"

It was because of a lack of money.

Ashliya retreated step by step, biting her lower lip, "You were waiting here for me, weren’t you!"

"I’m just here to block your escape route." Xi Mu smiled and explained. He didn’t specifically come to block Ashliya, a minor boss character, but to prevent the Dusk Cult from escaping through the well mouth, specifically running over to drop an ultra-freeze bomb into the well and temporarily seal the flowing magma, making it easier for him to hunt this group of experience packs from the Dusk Cult.

"Wait, I’m the only family my sister has left!" Ashliya caught on, attempting to persuade him with words, "If you kill me, my sister will have no family left!"

"In Hell, you’ll meet each other." Xi Mu’s voice was cold, chilling to the bone.

Ashliya, momentarily stunned and not yet comprehending what Ahtal meant, felt a pain in her chest as Ahtal, seizing the moment of her stupor, thrust the greatsword burning with dark flames into her chest.