After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 205 - 67 Backstabbing

Monster...no, more accurately, a demon.

The priest frantically ran for his life, occasionally glancing back. He saw a silver-armored knight laughing wildly while swinging a greatsword enveloped in black flames, moving like lightning among the cultists of the Church of Blood. Every time he brushed past them, a cultist would ignite and, screaming, turn to ash.

To be killed by such a creature, would one’s soul truly not be taken?

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he couldn’t help but run faster, fearing being slain by Ahtal.

However, just as he withdrew his gaze and looked ahead, a hand reached out towards his face.

Through the gaps between the fingers, Ahtal’s face appeared before his eyes.

His heart plunged into an abyss of despair.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Xi Mu grinned, and amidst the priest’s horrified gaze, his palm burst into Ash Fire, instantly engulfing the priest and reducing him to a wisp of ash.

He then shifted his gaze to the pursuing cultists and reached his palm towards the sky.

A ball of crimson fire gathered, expanding at a visible rate as if it were becoming a sun.

With a downward motion of his hand.

The condensed sun crashed down on the approaching cultists. The blistering shockwave spread, turning the ground to magma even before contact. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Boom!" The compressed Ash Fire erupted, swallowing nearby high-rises. The spreading flames surged down the streets, burning all the coming cultists to a crisp in one go.

"Miss, that guy is like a humanoid dragon," a burly man twitched his mouth as he lowered his hands, previously shielding himself from the flames.

The flames had consumed his palms, and this was only because he was at the edge of the area; otherwise, he would have been burned to ash on the spot.

"His magic power can’t support such reckless expenditure for long," said Freyming, who stood beside him, cradling one arm and stepping out of her "manifesting to me" state.

She analyzed calmly.

"Just a few more uses of those large-scale attacks and his magic will be depleted."

"We’ll be dead before his magic runs out!" The burly man was utterly desperate at the idea of defeating Ahtal at that moment.

Had he not realized the gap between them?

"Right, so we’re going to retreat for now," Freyming stated, without hesitation opting for a strategic withdrawal. She planned to adjust her approach and wait until Ahtal’s magic was sufficiently depleted before resuming the unfinished fight.

The burly man finally breathed a sigh of relief, having genuinely feared that Freyming would be reckless enough to lock horns with Ahtal to the bitter end.

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Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

"The rest is up to me," Mist gripped her long sword and said to the eight-legged horse beside her:

"This is my battle." She stepped onto the stone steps of the Temple of Blood alone, not taking the eight-legged horse with her.

This was both because the eight-legged horse was not her mount and wouldn’t risk its life to oppose a deity on her behalf, and because Ahtal needed the horse even more.

Without the divine steed—eight-legged horse—Ahtal was as if he had lost his legs, significantly weakening him. Surrounded by the cultists of Church of Blood, his life was put in grave danger.

So, she decided to confront the God of Blood alone.

"..." The little mare scraped the ground with her hooves, looked back towards the city, now sealed off by a barrier, and her expression showed conflict. She wanted to go back to help Ahtal, but she was unable to enter, only able to watch the battle from outside the barrier.

Wait, there seemed to be a way. Since it was a sealing type of barrier, the maintainer of the barrier would likely be on the outside.

If she could eliminate all the cultists of Church of Blood who set up the barrier, then the barrier imprisoning Ahtal would disappear.

Then she could flee with Ahtal.

With that thought, she started to run around the city, looking for the cultivist barrier-makers.

After a while.

"Gurgh—kill me, I won’t tell you anything!" The nun’s face turned red as she tried to pry off the hand around her neck, her bloodshot eyes glaring at the pale long-haired girl before her.

In response, the pale long-haired girl frowned in displeasure and tightened her grip on the nun’s neck, and with a sudden force accompanied by the sound of a snap, the nun’s life faded away.

The cult followers were indeed stubborn.

Finding the barrier’s creator on the outskirts of the city was like searching for a needle in a haystack; she could only hope to extract information from the mouths of the cult followers.

"Why have things turned out this way?" she muttered softly, the girl with the white long hair spread her legs and, as if she used Instant Teleportation, vanished from the spot.

However, this wasn’t Instant Teleportation but purely her swift movement, so fast that it seemed like she had teleported.

She had initially just wanted to accompany Ahtal and witness the trajectory of his life, but now she had to step forward and engage in battle.

If she could go back in time, she would definitely tell her past self never to be deceived by Ahtal, that man was just lusting after her body.

But now it was too late for regrets.

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At that moment.

Within the barrier.

"Boom!" Flames engulfed several high-rises as Xi Mu leapt out of the flames, grabbing a cultist by the cheek, hurling him as if throwing a spear.

The blazing light streaked across the sky, striking a villa with pinpoint accuracy, instantly exploding like an incendiary bomb, engulfing the villa in flames.

"Like this, you won’t be able to kill me," Xi Mu landed in a square, the impact of his landing scattered the blood on the cobblestones.

The atmosphere grew slightly tense.

The cultists in the square exchanged glances, sensing the madness displayed by Ahtal and feeling the fear.