After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 134 - 32 Don’t Let Me Down_2

The cry of pain hadn’t yet escaped her lips.

Xi Mu placed his hand over her mouth, pressed her body against the wall, and with cold, emotionless eyes, whispered into her ear.

"Now you are of no use to me," he said, clenching the Hunting King’s Greatsword in his hand, letting the rich Flame of Death wear away at Ashliya’s immortality.

With the favor of the Flame Giant Sulter, Ashliya’s strength was at least above level seventy, and with the favor’s great immortality and destructive power, she could exert strength beyond that of level seventy.

But Ashliya was too weak, utterly unable to utilize the strength she was supposed to have.

It was like a newbie gamer inheriting a top player’s maxed-out account but unable to play to the standards of the max level account.

An instance that should’ve been easy to clear would be played at a hellish difficulty by the newbie.

"Wuwuwu!!" Ashliya tried to pry away the hand covering her mouth, even forgetting to use the power of her favor, her eyes wide with terror, tears of fear streaming down.

She wanted to plead for mercy, for Ahtal to spare her life in consideration of her sister, but with her mouth covered, she couldn’t speak.

"Guess I’ll see you in hell then," Xi Mu said goodbye, then pulled out the Hunting King’s Greatsword.

He walked toward the outside of the mine.

If Ashliya could continue to send assassins of suitable quality, he wouldn’t have eliminated this "experience pack" that was Ashliya.

Unfortunately, it seemed Ashliya could no longer afford to hire high-quality assassins, so he had to harvest this experience pack named Ashliya.

Ashliya’s body fell to the ground.

A passing little mare glanced at the dead human, seeing the delicate-faced girl whose chest was spreading the Flame of Death, incinerating the corpse into ash.

The power of the Witch of Death was indeed useful, treating those with powerful immortality and those without with equal disregard.

Having immortality didn’t mean you could survive it.

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Dusk Cult branch.

Xi Mu watched the followers of the Dusk Cult rush out of the small town and chanted a spell.

"Noble twelve knights, to carry out justice, to eradicate evil, to spread the King’s glory once more."

With the echo of the Ten Shadow Magics, his shadow started to writhe, and the twelve knights from the past dynasties began to manifest.

"Partner, I’ve got this one on my own," Xi Mu said to the little mare, then charged with the twelve knights.

In one hand, he held the Hunting King’s Greatsword; in the other, a spear that pierced the undead, crashing head-on into the Dusk Cult followers.

The spear stabbed through.

Xi Mu laughed maniacally, skewering several dwarves in front of him like candied hawthorns, and with his right hand wielding the Hunting King’s Greatsword, he chopped off the head of a dwarf attacking from the side.

"Hahahaha!!!" His laughter echoed, Xi Mu weaving through the battlefield, with the dwarves impaled on the spear not even fully turned to ash before fresh dwarf corpses were speared and hung. It seemed he used the bodies on the spear as kindling.

As he swung the spear, the black flames spread like splashed ink, incinerating some unlucky dwarves before they could even get close.

Even if they could get close, their heads would be chopped off by the Hunting King’s Greatsword.

"How come this guy seems even crazier than us?" Spike mused with a complicated expression, watching the silver-armored knight rampage through the Dusk Cult followers, feeling as if the man was the real follower of the Dusk Cult.

The madness was like that of Asura, the joy he showed in slaughter was such that not even the Dusk Cult followers had.

Spike clenched his teeth.

He gripped the Great Flame Hammer in his hands and charged into the battlefield, his body shooting out like a black and gold missile as he stomped the ground.

"Great Flame Hammer!" His body flipped in the air, and the Great Flame Hammer, ablaze with red fire, swung down at the frenzied silver-armored knight.

"Bang!" The red fire clashed with the black flame, the spreading blaze blowing away the surrounding Dusk Cult followers.

The battlefield suddenly cleared.

Xi Mu shook off the Hunting King’s Greatsword, his gaze locking onto the pitch-black dwarf, then he charged over.

The hammer clashed with the greatsword, the mingling flames from each repelling the surrounding dwarves from coming too close, intuitively going after the twelve knights who had been summoned, and the little mare watching from the edge of the battlefield.

"Ah!" With a kick of her hooves, the dwarf’s shattered corpse flew like a cannonball, crashing heavily into an abandoned rundown house.

The little mare snorted.

These dwarves were a bit clueless; her not joining the battle was purely because Ahtal wished it so, not a sign of her weakness.

Otherwise, with her alone... no, one mare could kill all the dwarves of this small town.

It wouldn’t take long at all.

A few minutes later.

Flames engulfed the entire town.

The number of the followers of the Dusk Cult had diminished drastically, from over two hundred dwarves to just over twenty.

With fewer enemies, Xi Mu could concentrate his attention and focus entirely on the most difficult dwarves to handle.

"Without using the Sword of Light, you cannot defeat me!" Spike said with a malicious and exceptionally confident smile, swinging his Great Flame Hammer wildly.

He didn’t care about defense; his body, turned to black gold, feared no slashing, needing only to keep attacking.

The greatsword clashed with the iron hammer, spreading flames of both colors dissolving the earth into magma before being blown away by the shockwave.

Whether or not Ahtal could win had been determined from the start; with a Divine Artifact in hand, Ahtal could easily kill him with a single strike.

However, after using the Sword of Light, Ahtal would fall into a period of weakness, and when the high ranks of the Dusk Cult arrived, they wouldn’t need to face the edge of the Sword of Light and could easily seize it.

So now, he was seeking death.

He was forcing Ahtal to use the Sword of Light, thereby creating an opportunity for the higher-ups to seize the sword later on.

"Come on, show me the glory of god!" Spike laughed heartily, exerting his full strength with a swing of his hammer, forcing Xi Mu, who had been equally matched, to retreat.

He didn’t pursue, instead slapping his chest with a clang of metal and then revealing a proud smile.

"Your sword won’t be able to break through my defense."

"..." Xi Mu lowered his head to look at the Hunting King’s Greatsword that had suffered damage, its usability nearing its limit.

It had served well until level sixty, but as his strength grew, it became difficult to sustain in high-intensity battles.

But this did not mean the Hunting King’s Greatsword could no longer support combat.

He gripped the greatsword tightly.

Xi Mu burst forth like lightning, an overabundance of the Flame of Death flowing into the Hunting King’s Greatsword, and he swung it through Spike’s confident smile.

The two brushed past each other.

"Thump" the hammer hit the ground, and Spike turned to look at its position, only to see his severed hand gripping the hammer, gradually losing its black gold sheen.

The arm had been chopped off.

"I should have chopped off your head directly." Xi Mu looked at the astonished Spike and threw out a scroll.

"Manifesting to me, this is a method to greatly strengthen one’s power." His smile was cold as he planted the Hunting King’s Greatsword into the ground.

"I give you three minutes to learn it; don’t disappoint me."

"..." Spike was stunned, confusion in his eyes, not quite understanding what this man was planning.

But he still picked up the scroll from the ground.

Xi Mu did not continue to attack, actually watching Spike learn the magic, the so-called "manifesting to me" being a spell that could significantly boost strength and similarly meant more experience points could burst forth.

And with Spike’s Talent, he was enough to learn it in three minutes.

Three minutes later.

"Manifesting to me!" Under the pressure of life and death, Spike successfully learned within three minutes, his body surface’s black gold growing ever more brilliant, its hardness soaring as a result.

After that.

"Regrettable, your three minutes are up." A cold voice sounded as Xi Mu swung the tightly grasped Hunting King’s Greatsword.

He decapitated Spike before he could complete his transformation.

The body fell to the ground.

Spike’s body lost its black gold color, and blood flowed from the severed neck, soaking into the scorching earth.