After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 194 - 62 An All-Night... Slaughter and Tomorrow’s Judgment

Chapter 194: Chapter 62 An All-Night... Slaughter and Tomorrow’s Judgment

Blood splattered.

Xi Mu glanced indifferently at the fallen corpses and continued forward, while the moonlight streaming through the window landed on his blood-stained armor, casting a terrifying sheen.

The corpses behind him burned with black flames, further giving the impression that he had stepped out of Hell.

"Stop... don’t come any closer!" A nun, clutching a dagger, blocked Xi Mu’s path.

Her legs trembled, and warm liquid spread down her ankles to form a small puddle.

Xi Mu, as if he heard nothing, walked straight up to the nun and then stabbed the still nun to death with his sword.

He calmly withdrew his sword and passed by the nun.

"Big brother, I’m not a cultist of the Church of Blood." A weak and pitiful voice came through, and as Xi Mu looked toward the source, he saw a girl in a red cloak emerging from around the corner, anxiously locking eyes with him.

"Can you let me leave?"

"..."

Xi Mu looked at the girl in the red cloak beside him and recognized who she was, known among players as Little Red Riding Hood, with the "Revive the Dead" ability. As long as the corpse was intact and death had not been longer than one minute, she could resurrect it.

But since Little Red Riding Hood was here, it was certain that the werewolf, known as the Big Grey Wolf, would be here too.

"You better leave quickly." His voice remained cold as he seemed to dismiss Little Red Riding Hood, but in the moment when they were about to brush past each other,

a poisoned dagger slid from Little Red Riding Hood’s sleeve and thrust towards Xi Mu’s lower back.

"Clang!" The Great Sword of Death, as if anticipating the attack, parried the sneak attack in advance, and Little Red Riding Hood hurriedly retreated, flinging several more daggers to disrupt Ahtal from launching an immediate counterattack.

Xi Mu nonchalantly sliced through the incoming daggers and watched as Little Red Riding Hood stepped back to stand beside a wolfman with a weathered face.

"A pleasure to meet you." The wolfman with the weathered face smiled and drew a Knight’s sword from behind his back, assuming a stance for attack.

"Introductions are unnecessary, aren’t they?" As he spoke, his Knight’s sword sparked with golden lightning, and then he forcefully stabbed it into the ground, setting off the bombs buried in advance.

"Boom!" The corridor erupted in a violent explosion, and the wolfman took the opportunity to escape with Little Red Riding Hood tucked under his arm.

Fighting... that was of course impossible. With Ahtal’s combat Talent, just a few exchanges would be enough to reveal his fighting patterns, after which Ahtal would surely cut him down.

So from the very beginning, he had no intention of fighting head-on.

"Horne, that guy... his reaction time is so fast!" exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood excitedly, brandishing her small dagger.

"It’s like he foresaw my sneak attack!"

"Maybe he really can foresee things." The wolfman, while fleeing, retorted then suddenly crashed through a corridor window, and with the shatter of glass, jumped into the garden outside.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he sharply grabbed the back of Little Red Riding Hood’s collar and flung her toward a distant pond.

"Hey, hey, hey... isn’t your reaction a bit too quick?" The wolfman turned around, the Knight’s sword in his hand aimed at the incoming Ahtal, and said:

"I was hoping to prepare a bit more."

"You are not a cultist of the Church of Blood." Xi Mu’s tone was casual, and the wolfman nodded agreeably, yet he kept stepping back.

He spread his hands.

"I was hired by the Church of Blood to take care of you."

"Is that so." Xi Mu responded coolly, using his remaining eye to scan the surroundings, and said:

"You’ve set up... traps here, haven’t you?"

"There are no traps. Just you and me... a one-on-one duel." The wolfman laughed heartily, "As a hero, you shouldn’t be afraid to duel with me, right?"

He had indeed not set any traps in the garden, merely arranged a magic formation in advance, which could expand the range in which his abilities were effective.

"I have no interest in wasting time with you." Xi Mu’s response was cold, and he was very familiar with the info about the wolfman, a mercenary who adamantly sought to overcome geniuses. Once a player’s popularity reached a certain level, they would likely encounter this NPC character.

And this character had a special mechanism that could, without the player’s awareness, result in both the NPC and the player dying together.

"Most devoted follower of death, Blade of demise, with my blood, with my Magic Power, manifest now." Xi Mu chanted the Spell, and his shadow began to wriggle, revealing a woman in black.

He handed the Great Sword of Death to Miss Black Blade.

"Reduce him to ashes, and then finish off all the cultists of the Church of Blood in this city." Having said that, Xi Mu took out the spear that permeated the undead, continuing his march towards the depths of the Church of Blood.

Wait... this isn’t right, is it?

The wolfman fell silent, watching Ahtal’s unhesitant departing figure, then glanced at the approaching Miss Black Blade, feeling an uncanny sense that the opponent... had already known of his abilities, otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Ahtal wouldn’t fight him.

His ability was Damage Sync, which within a certain range, allowed him to inflict corresponding damage on the enemy equal to the damage he sustained, thus trading wound for wound, life for life.

Under such conditions, no matter what Talent Ahtal possessed, how astonishingly gifted he was, it wouldn’t matter.

Even if Ahtal could see through his combat routine in a second and find his weakness with ease, it would only lead to a mutual destruction.

But the prerequisite for activating Damage Sync was... a living person. If the enemy was a puppet or rather, a phantom from days past, then his ability would fail to activate.

"Ahtal, are you planning to flee?" He called out while retreating, shouting at Ahtal’s receding figure: