After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 135 - 33: The Ritual to Retrieve the Eyes
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Xi Mu looked down at Spike’s corpse.
Admittedly, Spike had strong defensive abilities, and theoretically, Xi Mu also couldn’t breach his defense.
During the first run, he had killed Spike using rather underhanded methods.
However, after he used the force of death to enchant his weapon, things had drastically changed.
The death force could endow a weapon with a certain percentage of defense reduction effect.
Spike’s nigh invincible defense, under the reducing effect of the death force, was no different from an ordinary person’s, allowing a simple blade strike to decapitate him.
This was why he preferred to enchant his weapon with the death force before combat.
After all, the effects added by the death force were too good, not only could it forcibly suppress the enemy’s mana and maximum health, but it could also add a certain percentage of defense reduction.
The deeper the death force, the better the reduction effect.
Clip-clop-clip-clop—
A little mare walked over and stopped beside Xi Mu, curiously poking Spike’s corpse with her hoof.
Then she looked at Xi Mu with concern.
"Don’t worry, my mental state is stable now," Xi Mu seemed to interpret the little mare’s gaze and explained with a smile, "Sulter’s Fire won’t affect me so quickly."
With a half-joking tone, he added,
"Before I mentally change, I reckon my life force will have been exhausted."
Little Mare: "..."
This man seemed to have accepted his fate to death; however, from her understanding of witches, Ahtal would definitely have the Witch deal with the issue of his life force burning up.
Therefore, what Ahtal needs to worry about in the future isn’t his life force running out, but the mental influence from Sulter’s Fire.
As time passed, there was no telling whether Ahtal would fall into madness or not.
If Ahtal really did succumb to insanity in the future, he would likely become an extremely terrifying entity; slaughtering a kingdom would be considered...light work.
Thinking of this,
The little mare rubbed her cheek against Ahtal’s, seemingly comforting him, yet also mourning that already foreseen future.
Truly sentimental.
Xi Mu petted the little mare’s neck and was about to speak words of comfort when his eyebrows suddenly knit together and he turned to look behind him, only to see a dwarf with strange curse symbols all over his face and arms reaching down to his knees, stepping out slowly from a burning house.
Their gazes locked into a single line.
"Quite sharp senses," the dwarf covered in curse symbols said with a smile, seeming to admire, "worthy of the Hero sung about by the people."
He looked at the Sword of Light that Ahtal had drawn.
"Let’s make a deal, hand over the Sword of Light, and I can let you leave alive."
Without a word,
Xi Mu immediately unleashed the Sword of Light, and a pillar of light sprang forth, engulfing the dwarf in an instant and then piercing through the mine without losing force.
The little mare, very in sync, bit onto Xi Mu’s nape and swung him onto her back, whisking Xi Mu away with lightning speed.
Whether the dwarf with the curse written on his face could survive or not wasn’t her concern; all she cared about was Xi Mu’s safety.
Xi Mu’s current state of weakness meant he temporarily lost the ability to contend with danger, hence, retreating with him was the most correct choice.
Moments later, the light receded.
The dwarf covered in strange curse symbols reappeared, seemingly unharmed. However, when he tried to move forward, his body suddenly exploded, then healed as if time flowed backward.
This repeated fifty or sixty times before stopping.
"Fifty-six lives used up in one go," the dwarf with curse symbols frowned, his face pale.
Before he came to snatch the Sword of Light, he had known that Ahtal had the ability to unseal the Sword of Light, capable of unleashing an extremely fatal attack.
But since he dared to come and take the Sword of Light, it meant he was confident he would survive.
Undying Haldi, that was his title within the Dusk Cult, creating the illusion that he couldn’t be killed with his unique ability, life saving.
Every day, he could take the life of one person, accumulating up to a hundred lives after a hundred days.
Until a hundred lives were used up, whether his heart was pierced or his body turned to ashes, he couldn’t be killed.
This was the confidence that had driven him to capture Ahtal.
However, the situation diverged from his expectations; the Sword of Light had used up more than fifty of his lives in one go.
It was not just a single life that had been used up.
The reason was unclear, but it seemed that the Sword of Light contained damage that went further to the core, which is why it could use up more than fifty of his lives at once.
"Now he shouldn’t be able to unseal the Sword of Light a second time," Haldi analyzed accordingly, and chased in the direction where the little mare had fled.
Now was when Ahtal was weakest and the perfect time to take the Sword of Light.
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Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
The white-haired girl stood at the bedside, looking at Ahtal, who was weakly leaning against the headboard, and handed over a cup of the specially brewed Magic Potion.
"This is a special version of the Magic Potion, it should speed up your recovery," she emphasized slightly louder on the word "special."
Western Mu, apparently missing the hint, took the cup with complete trust and drank it down, then remarked with appreciation,
"It’s sweet, you’ve gone to a lot of trouble." He handed the cup back to the white-haired girl, offering a gentle smile, "You really are... a tender person."
