After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 163 - 46 The Final Duel_2

Such an arrogant fellow.

The cultists standing nearby witnessed this scene and wanted to reprimand Ahtal, urging him to know his place.

However, seeing the Bloody Countess’s keen interest in Ahtal, they chose to keep silent.

After all, they didn’t want to offend the Bloody Countess.

"That’s really too bad," sighed the Bloody Countess as if disappointed, her slender hand propping up her chin, eyeing the somewhat weary Ahtal and said,

"There are still two tough battles ahead." She turned her attention back to the hero duel that had resumed, while Xi Mu closed his eyes, seemingly not very concerned about the heroes’ duel.

He was indeed... weakened, after all, his magic power was depleted to a certain extent, so he needed to adjust his condition quickly.

Until an exclamation erupted from the spectator stands.

Xi Mu opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon the dueling arena, where he saw a green-haired elf woman gracefully sheathing her longsword.

Angelina, a hero renowned for her swordsmanship, was a disciple of the two Elf Queens, and she was tied to the Elf Kingdom’s story.

She was the strongest among the current heroes.

Whether it was the accumulation of magic power or her combat technique and mentality, it was hard to find any significant flaw.

"..." Angelina seemed to have a premonition and looked toward where Xi Mu was, then walked towards the spectator seats.

Ignoring the malicious gazes of the cultists, she naturally sat down next to Ahtar.

Then she said to Xi Mu:

"Lord Ahtar, I am really looking forward to fighting you."

"Why?" Xi Mu appeared somewhat puzzled, and Angelina smiled at his question, providing an answer.

"Your technique is very strong, isn’t it?" she said to herself.

"Not ability, but the use of weapons, the control of the body, the grasp of timing, all of it is very... strong."

"That’s meaningless," Xi Mu replied in such a way, as this pure physical skill was very helpful in the early stages, but in the later stages, when everyone became "mechanics monsters," it was hard to make much of an impact.

Taking gods as an example, even if one could bully a god hundreds of times with skill, there’s no way to actually kill a god.

One must possess the corresponding power to be able to kill a god.

"That’s exactly why I find you so interesting," Angelina said, her face bright with anticipation, "Your technique will surely satisfy me."

She enjoyed using her body to fully display the techniques she had learned, which made her happy.

Unfortunately, people didn’t seem to value skill much; they pursued powerful combat abilities, unique personal powers, or precious magic instead.

Technique would not become the main means to enhance one’s strength.

"Please don’t say things that can be so easily misunderstood," Xi Mu gestured with his hand, then turned his attention back to the duel in the arena.

"And we might not even duel each other."

"No, we will definitely be the last to duel," Angelina’s voice was filled with certainty, as if she had foreseen the future.

Xi Mu responded with a smile, "I hope so."

He did not see Angelina’s declaration as reckless talk, but as stating a fact. In the absence of the siblings Michael and Mist, it was indeed he and Angelina who ended up dueling.

After all, Angelina truly was powerful; before players transformed into "mechanics monsters," her combat technique posed a significant threat to them.

In the face of her seemingly infinite combos, it was enough to drive inexperienced or unskilled players to despair.

In the second playthrough, to defeat Angelina with skill, he was tormented by her to the point of near collapse and had to enhance his strength to overpower the technique-based Angelina.

Of course, after playing through several more rounds, he didn’t find Angelina’s techniques insurmountable anymore.

Meanwhile.

In the Black Rose Kingdom.

"..." The puppet girl’s avatar sat on the edge of the Clock Tower, staring absentmindedly at the statue of the Goddess of Death standing in the square.

"The heroes’ battles are almost over," she turned to look at Sister Sharon, who was dressed in a black latex habit, and said with a tone of mockery,

"The Goddess of Death still hasn’t appeared, seems like she is... scared, huh~"

Sharon: "..."

She no longer wanted to deal with the puppet girl and looked up at the Puppet Kingdom reflected in the sky, her gaze falling on Ahtal.

She was now very worried about Ahtal’s safety.

"Since you all seem so eager to watch," the puppet girl said, oblivious to Sharon’s disregard, "how about I give you a live broadcast?"

She raised her hands in the gesture of taking a photo, and the reflected image of the Puppet Kingdom in the sky began to warp, magnifying the image of the dueling arena.

Now everyone could clearly see the situation in the dueling arena.

On the battlefield, heroes were fighting fiercely for the souls they bore, their spectacular magic and combat skills on full display for all to see.

The puppet girl, as if benevolently, began to commentate live for everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the heroes.

Gradually, everyone began to realize that Ahtal and Angelina would be the final victors.

"Oh my... Ahtal, it seems you haven’t used the ’Prayer of Death’ granted by the Goddess of Death, have you?" the puppet girl suddenly covered her mouth, "Isn’t he a hero favored by the Goddess of Death?"

She looked toward Sister Sharon beside her.

"Why won’t this hero use the blessings given by the Goddess of Death, which could clearly enhance his combat capabilities?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Sharon didn’t answer.

But inside, she speculated that perhaps Ahtal was intentionally not using the Goddess of Death’s prayer.

And the reason for doing so might very well be a silent... protest.

After learning that the Goddess of Death might abandon the Black Rose Kingdom, Ahtal’s faith in the Goddess of Death may have consequently collapsed.

"No way, no way, could it be that Ahtal’s faith has collapsed, rendering him unable to use the ’Prayer of Death’?" The puppet girl’s laughter was laden with heavy sarcasm, "That’s really too fragile."

She wiped away non-existent tears.

"Is it that just because the Goddess of Death abandoned you, such a trivial matter could cause a faith to collapse?"

"That’s indeed fragile faith."

Sharon glared at the smug puppet girl, her voice icy, "Shut up!"

"I won’t shut up." The puppet girl became even more spirited and deliberately raised her voice, "Surely no one would abandon their faith just because they were forsaken by the Goddess of Death, right?"

She spoke as if joking.

"Why don’t you all consider converting to the ’Witch of Death’? That way, everyone could survive, and there would be no need to have your souls taken away."

"Shut up, we would rather die than change our beliefs!" People from the city began to stand up and oppose one by one, their devotion to the Goddess of Death extremely strong.

However, the opposition was much quieter than before, and it was clear that many were beginning to waver.

The puppet girl maintained her smile, indifferent to the voices of opposition.

One had to admit that Lord Ahetar understood better how to provoke deities. Originally, their plan was to annihilate the Black Rose Kingdom, turning all its citizens into monsters neither alive nor dead.

But after Lord Ahetar took over the plan, it turned into... face-riding output, threatening with the followers of the Goddess of Death, coupled with her continuous verbal abuse to drive up everyone’s blood pressure.

If that still couldn’t provoke the Goddess of Death into appearing, they would then begin to blatantly undermine their faith, making the once devout followers of the Goddess of Death betray their beliefs.

Such tactics would be hard for any deity to endure.

And it was at this moment.

In the dueling arena.

The final showdown between the heroes was about to begin.

On the battlefield.

"Sorry, Ahtal, if possible I would like to have a completely fair battle with you," Angelina spoke first.

What she meant was Xi Mu, who had gone through...several rounds of battle. Whether it was magic power, physical strength, or concentration, all had been greatly depleted.

None of these could be recovered in a short period of time; even if magic power and physical strength could be restored by magic potions.

But spiritual weariness would ultimately persist, leading to less focus than at the outset.

However, Xi Mu just smiled.

"Don’t mind it, let’s finish the fight quickly," he said.