After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 204 - 66: You’re the Hero, Don’t Blame Us for Being Despicable_2

Chapter 204: Chapter 66: You’re the Hero, Don’t Blame Us for Being Despicable_2

He flashed a smile.

"Now the God of Blood is very weak, you should definitely be able to escape," he said.

"..."

The mare thought about it, looked at Ahtal’s gentle smile, and chose to trust him, feeling that Ahtal would not deceive her.

Without her, who would carry Ahtal everywhere in the future?

With this thought, she stamped her eight feet on the ground and disappeared on the spot like lightning, rushing towards the direction of the Temple of Blood.

She moved so fast that Mist had no chance to say goodbye.

"Ah... Truly a Hero, it’s good that you understand," the red-haired woman laughed mockingly, "You chose to stay behind alone to delay for the sake of your companions."

She raised both hands, and the skin on both sides began to surge.

"Bang!" Blood splattered as if a balloon had exploded, sending skin flying in all directions, revealing the muscles and blood vessels beneath.

This was not merely self-mutilation but for the purpose of bleeding efficiently.

"Freyming, daughter of the Pope," the red-haired woman, now skinless on the hands, said with a smile to Xi Mu, "Next, it’s our one-on-one battle."

"No... wait," Xi Mu wasn’t in a hurry, he pulled out a scroll and tossed it to Freyming, then planted the Great Sword of Death into the ground.

He crossed his arms, saying:

"With your talents, ten minutes... should be enough, right?"

"Manifesting to me, right?" Freyming opened the scroll, reading it carefully. She had heard that Ahtal had distributed a powerful magic to heroes in the Black Rose Kingdom, giving each hero a tremendous boost in strength.

"Why do you want me to learn this?" she asked Ahtal while continuing to read the scroll.

"I’m hardly a Hero."

"Perhaps... it’s to delay time," Xi Mu replied casually, waiting for Freyming to learn manifesting to me.

At the current Temple of Blood, apart from a few powerful cultists of the Church of Blood, everyone else had already evacuated, otherwise, they would sooner or later be infected by the curse of the Temple of Blood, falling into uncontrollable madness.

This resulted in there being very few NPC characters at the Temple of Blood available for ’farming,’ and their quality was relatively high.

Ten minutes later.

"— Manifesting to me!"

Freyming clapped her hands vigorously, and her body underwent a dramatic change, from her original sexy, big wavy, red-haired woman to a moving mass of blood.

But a close look would reveal that she still retained her muscles and skeleton, only covered with a thick layer of blood, making her look like a pool of blood.

"So ugly," she accurately and objectively evaluated, she now hardly looked human, essentially just a mass of blood.

"But it’s also quite easy." As soon as she finished speaking, Freyming’s hands clapped, and fresh blood erupted between her palm and fingers, shooting towards Ahtal.

"Boom!" Several high-rise buildings were pierced through, but Ahtal, who was supposed to be hit, disappeared on the spot.

"Whizz—" A fierce heat wave came from the side, Freyming turned her head and saw Ahtal’s body emitting high temperatures, like burning charcoal, stirring up air currents accompanied by sparks.

"You’ll need to try hard to satisfy me," Xi Mu smirked maliciously, then suddenly kicked off the ground, accompanied by the splashing of blood beneath his feet, he shot out like a bullet, with astounding speed.

It was clear to see!

Whether it was dynamic visual acuity or reflex nerves, they all informed her that Freyming could grasp the rhythm of the fight.

However, at the very next second.

"Shush—!" The incoming Great Sword of Death suddenly accelerated, so quickly that Freyming didn’t even react, its edge directly severed her arm, and her abdomen was heavily kicked, sending her flying backward.

Seeing this, Xi Mu grinned wildly, fire blazed between his teeth, without hesitation he followed up with a blast of Dragon Breath, the intense flames immediately engulfed the entire street, igniting several nearby high-rises, and then exploded violently.

The debris from the high-rise spread in all directions, carrying the Ash Fire, like falling meteorites, smashing into nearby streets and houses. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Flames and blood covered the battlefield.

"The intelligence was wrong!" a burly man, carrying the severely injured Freyming, ran towards the distance, his forehead sweating coldly.

Initially, he had wanted to take advantage of the battle between Ahtal and Freyming to launch a sneak attack, but unexpectedly... the battle ended in an instant.

The disparity in their strengths wasn’t even close.

"Cough cough cough... I was careless, let me go!" Freyming came to her senses, trying to break free from the burly man to continue fighting Ahtal.

Since the opponent was willing to fight fairly and had even entrusted manifesting to him, she also wanted to satisfy Ahtal’s enjoyment of the battle.

"Miss, face the reality!" the burly man couldn’t help but comment as he ran even faster, "You simply can’t beat him!"

"I was careless; I didn’t expect his attack to suddenly accelerate!" Freyming immediately retorted, but then her voice grew quieter, murmuring something indistinct.

She also realized that she might indeed not be able to win.

Since her childhood, she had been known as a genius, never having been defeated, and she believed she was not much inferior to Ahtal.

After all, she had undergone so many trials.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!"

Suddenly,

a terrible scream came from ahead. The burly man abruptly stopped in his tracks, his legs scraping against the ground, splashing blood.

He looked ahead warily, only to see Ahtal holding a cultist of the Church of Blood by the neck, the intense flames engulfing the cultist, who turned to ashes in an instant.

He let go of his hand.

"The battle has just begun, and you want to run?" Xi Mu asked the burly man and Freyming ahead, his pupils slit-like and his body seeming to burn like flames, emitting terrifying heat.

Powered by the strength of the Red Dragon, combined with the enhancement from the Nest of Life and the boost from burning life with Ash Fire, these three states overlapped, making his power leap tremendously.

This state would undoubtedly consume Magic Power, but with the Dragon Clan’s extensive magic endurance, sustaining one or two hours of battle wouldn’t be an issue.

"Miss... run." The burly man set Freyming down, assuming a fighting stance, his gaze intense as he watched Ahtal approach step by step, his forehead inevitably sweating coldly.

Although they were the ones hunting Ahtal, it now felt as though they were the ones being hunted by Ahtal.

"I said I was careless," Freyming, clutching her abdomen, looking at the inhuman Ahtal across from her, said,

"Let’s continue the one-on-one battle."

"It seems your friends don’t think so," Xi Mu scoffed, glancing around to see cultists of the Church of Blood, dressed in red robes and wielding various weapons, surrounding him.

"You’re the hero Ahtal, after all; don’t blame us for being despicable." Someone, clutching a scythe in hand, slowly approached Ahtal.

"It was all within expectation," Xi Mu shook his head, increasing the power at which Ash Fire burned life energy, the spreading heat making it feel as if one were in a desert.

"You are here to drain my magic power... mere fodder." He brutally clarified the reality. These people were arranged by the Church of Blood to exhaust his magic power.

Red flames flickered, the increasingly potent flame magic burning, twisting, and warping the air.

"Fodder, often ends up completely consumed." Xi Mu scoffed, and in that moment, the surrounding cultists launched their attack.

Xi Mu stepped aside, avoiding the slashing scythe.

Raising his hand, Xi Mu grabbed the face of one of the attacking cultists. The intense Ash Fire erupted suddenly, igniting the attacker’s body, and then he violently threw him towards another cultist of the Church of Blood.

"Boom!" The ignited attacker turned into a human bomb, the exploding Ash Fire engulfing several nearby cultists.

The momentum of the attack weakened in that instant.

However,

"After death, we ascend to the high heavens to serve the God of Blood forever!" someone among the attacking cultists shouted out, firming up the resolve of the initially hesitant cultists, who charged towards Ahtal in a deathly assault.