After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 206 - 67 Backstab_2
Death is not frightening.
However, the madness displayed by Ahtal ignited an uncontrollable fear within them.
"Don’t be afraid, he’s just one person!" someone yelled bravely, charging at Ahtal with a thin sword forged from blood piercing forth.
It stabbed into Ahtal’s palm.
It was a success!
The cultists of Church of Blood looked surprisingly pleased; he hadn’t expected to wound Ahtal. Perhaps Ahtal had already become weak...
His consciousness stopped there.
Blistering flames engulfed him, and in an instant, he was turned to ash; Ahtal’s pierced palm healed at a visible speed.
Indeed, Ahtal was still under the care of the Goddess of Life. Even fatal injuries could heal.
"Ah... being outnumbered is indeed very disadvantageous." Xi Mu openly admitted his unfavorable situation.
He clasped his hands together, his lips moving slightly.
"So, let’s find some help."
The shadows began to wriggle.
A woman in a black robe emerged, carrying a denser aura of death than Xi Mu, as if she was the incarnation of Death itself.
Then twelve Knights emerged from the shadows, and lastly, a pack of demonic wolves.
The atmosphere turned oppressive.
The cultists of Church of Blood began to falter in combat. Facing Ahtal had already been desperate enough; now they had to face a group that seemed troublesome.
"Not making a move?" Xi Mu asked with a smile, taking out a vial of Magic Potion for restoring Magic Power. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Bang!" A line of blood shot from afar, accurately shattering the vial of Magic Potion; Xi Mu turned to look in the direction of the attack.
Freyming stood atop a high building, lowering her clasped hands.
"I won’t give you the opportunity to restore your Magic Power." She leapt down from the building, charging at Ahtal.
After Ahtal summoned the Shadow of the Bygone, his Magic Power had significantly dropped; it was impossible to maintain his former dominance.
Now was the best moment to defeat Ahtal.
"Ha... getting confident again, are you?" Xi Mu laughed joyfully, walking towards Freyming—these people planned to capture him after depleting his Magic Power to a certain extent, an impossibility as long as his Magic Power remained high.
So he could only allow his Magic Power to weaken, luring out the hidden enemies.
Then in the shortest possible time, he would gain the most experience points.
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Meanwhile.
On the other side.
"Why do I feel like Ahtal is the real villain?" the Goddess of Lies asked with a subtle expression, turning to Eden.
"That man’s style of fighting doesn’t resemble that of a Knight at all."
"It must be the influence of Sulter’s fire..." Eden said uncertainly, watching the battle between Ahtal and Freyming.
Those infected by Sulter’s fire gradually fall into madness, developing a feverish impulse to destroy everything.
"Is that so?" The Goddess of Lies scratched her cheek thoughtfully, frowning, "If Ahtal becomes a Demon and falls into madness, won’t he become another Flame Giant Surter?"
Eden: "..."
"That human is very talented, isn’t he?" The Goddess of Lies analyzed with a cheerful smile, "Based on his current pace of growth, it’s possible he may even burn down the "Tree of Omniscience" in the future."
She spoke as if in passing.
"You would die too, wouldn’t you?"
"I don’t particularly have a reason to keep living." Eden lowered her eyelids, her voice unexpectedly calm.
The Goddess of Lies, hearing this, dropped her smile and observed Eden seriously, earnestly saying:
"Eden, do you want to die?"
No answer.
Eden watched the battle calmly, wanting to know whether Ahtal could maintain his human rationality under the corruption of Sulter.
"Isn’t living good?" The Goddess of Lies asked again, and after seeing that Eden didn’t speak, she didn’t press further.
The All-Knowing Saintess standing beside her was not a human, though she was created based on the human model, her essence was actually a branch of the "Tree of Omniscience."
She was a puppet crafted from a branch cut from the Tree of Omniscience by the God of Omniscience, and as long as the Tree of Omniscience existed in the world, she would never die.
Conversely, if the Tree of Omniscience were to be cut down or burned by the fire of Surter, then Eden would die too.
From others’ point of view, Eden should have hated everything related to the fire of Surter.
However, in reality, it was not so.
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Draw the sword.
Fierce flames burst forth from her chest, and Freyming’s body fell backwards, her vision beginning to dim.
She looked at Ahtal’s cold and slightly disappointed eyes, struggling to reach out her hand, wanting to continue fighting.
Why had she been so thoroughly defeated.
"Pity, you almost satisfied me," Xi Mu said in a calm voice, addressing the charred corpse of Freyming:
"Hope we can meet again in Hell."
"A man like you... is not easily satisfied," Freyming said regretfully, before disintegrating into ashes.
She wanted to capture Ahtal and offer him to the God of Blood, and also wanted to have a fair duel with Ahtal.
Unfortunately, reality was very cold.
Considered a genius, she faced only intense despair against Ahtal. From the very beginning, the conditions for a fair duel did not exist; there was only the domination of the strong over... the weak.
Yet she was not without accomplishments; after the fierce battle, Ahtal’s magic power was greatly weakened.
He should be able to be captured alive.
"Running low on magic power, aren’t you?"
A strange male voice suddenly came.
Xi Mu looked towards the source and saw a handsome young man with white short hair approaching. He held a sharp rapier, his steps extremely steady, his demeanor composed and confident.
Stronger than Freyming.
"Not going to wait a bit longer?" Xi Mu moved his wrist and smiled at the approaching white-haired man, "My magic power hasn’t reached its limit yet."
"Can I really remain indifferent when a friend dies before me?" the white-haired young man shook his head, the rapier sticking in the ground.
He stated so.
"You... are just struggling in your last throes."
"Is that so?" Xi Mu smiled gleefully, swinging the Sword of Light, "Can you handle the unleashed Sword of Light?"
He looked at the white-haired man’s solemn expression and shook his head.
"Just unleashing the Sword of Light to kill you alone would be too much of a loss."
"Really underestimated," the white-haired man laughed, but his expression relaxed slightly. They indeed feared the power of the Sword of Light, worried that too many high-ranking officials might be taken away by the unleashed Sword of Light in one go by Ahtal.
That’s why they did not opt for a siege but chose to go one after another to deplete Ahtal’s magic power.
"After all, you are very weak," Xi Mu’s smile was mocking as he stepped closer to the white-haired man, the blood on the ground spreading into ripples.
The white-haired young man’s expression turned icy.
He was not a privileged second-generation like Freyming; he was a genuine strongman who had climbed to the high ranks of the Church of Blood on his own merit.
"Blood Drain!" He raised his hand towards the void, pulling together, and the blood flowing on the ground coalesced into a scythe, swinging towards Ahtal.
However.
"Puchi!" The Great Sword of Death pierced through his chest, and the formed blood-colored scythe dispersed.
The white-haired man fell into the pool of blood.
Why had this happened, although Ahtal was still in front of him, it wasn’t possible for him to stab him from the back.
"Did you forget my summoned creature?" Xi Mu walked up to the white-haired man, applying an extra cut with the Sword of Light.
Red flames engulfed the white-haired man, and just before his consciousness completely vanished, he added a sentence.
"Probably there won’t be any assassin stronger than her."
"..." Xi Mu turned his head to look at Miss Black Blade beside him, he had let Miss Black Blade ambush nearby as the white-haired man approached.
When the white-haired man’s attention was fully on him, he had Miss Black Blade make a professional backstab.







