After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 216 - 72: Blossoming
"Buzz——!"
The air vibrated with a tremulous roar. Xi Mu’s body, wrapped in blazing firelight, streaked across the sky like a meteor, speeding through the streets and alleys of the City of Blood. Occasionally, he penetrated buildings like a cannonball, leaving behind a shocking crimson rock cave.
He was dodging, fleeing.
Behind him, a blood-red serpent extended endlessly, piercing through the viscous air, twisting its body freely like the legendary Yemengade, capable of infinitely lengthening its body.
And just then.
"Clang!" With a slash like a crescent moon, it struck the head of the blood-colored serpent, sparking off bits of fire.
"What——?!"
Mist showed a look of surprise. She actually couldn’t slice through the head of the blood-colored serpent. This was beyond her expectation. Why was a creature shaped from blood so incredibly hard?
Before she could ponder further, the blood-colored serpent collided with her abdomen. The terrifying impact sent her flying backwards, crashing through several high-rises until she buried into the ground, her figure vanishing from sight.
And just then.
"Bang!" The blood-colored serpent suddenly collapsed. Its body, which seemed to stretch without limit, turned into a mist of blood and dissipated in midair.
Xi Mu’s feet screeched to a halt, carving a long trench in the ground. At the same time, he took out his meteoric bow, turned around, and looked back, locking eyes with the Blood Pope, who was in close pursuit.
Their gazes intersected, and a purple arrow shot forth from where their eyes met, striking the Blood Pope’s heart.
"Clang!" Sparks flew, but the erupting force had no effect on the Blood Pope. Instead, he casually swatted away the meteoric arrow.
Then.
"Bang!" The Blood Pope landed, and the ground flowed with splashes of blood. He patted his chest and looked towards Ahtal, who had put down his bow and arrows, and said:
"You have very outstanding combat abilities, far beyond mine," he admitted candidly, acknowledging his lesser talent, then immediately changed his tune.
"However, being talented doesn’t mean you’ll win."
"..."
Xi Mu did not answer but switched the weapon in his hand to the Sword of Light, step by step walking towards the Blood Pope.
Damage Influence.
This was the ability of the Blood Pope, which could affect ’damage’ to any force that harmed himself. In theory, damage that could be lethal in an instant could be dispersed by the Blood Pope’s ability, spreading it to every part of the body, significantly enhancing his own defense.
And if that were all, it wouldn’t be so troublesome. Using a force that exceeds the Blood Pope’s limits could still slay him.
However, does blood count as part of oneself? The answer is self-evident. The Blood Pope could constantly create his own blood, thereby sharing the damage inflicted on himself.
And all the blood flowing in the City of Blood, as well as the underground blood rivers, were created by the Blood Pope, able to freely share all damage dealt to him.
Unless one could destroy the City of Blood in a single blow, along with the extensive network of underground blood rivers, it would be impossible to kill the Blood Pope.
"Ahtal, concede defeat." The Blood Pope’s voice was calm and composed as he blocked Ahtal’s sword strike with a dagger. The point of impact exploded, stirring up a wild gale.
And Xi Mu was blown away by his own attack. His body slid along the battered street for some distance before crashing into an abandoned shop.
He hung his head low, hiding his expression, and staggered to his feet. Then he pressed on the joint of his right arm, and with the sound of the joint resetting, his sword-holding arm was ready for use again.
Damage Influence.
From the official game description, it could only share damage inflicted upon oneself. But in actual combat, it was discovered that the Blood Pope could return the damage to the attacker.
By dispersing the damage onto weapons shaped from blood, and then triggering their explosion, he could return the attackers’ damage.
Such damage had its limits, however. The weapons shaped from blood must have enough strength to bear the damage.
This means the Blood Pope had to invest more magical power to shape weapons that could share more damage.
"You have no chance of winning."
The Blood Pope declared, looking at Ahtal, who was determinedly approaching; his gaze held pity. He had personally felt the hero’s resolve to save his friend.
However, as one endowed with Damage Influence abilities, unless faced with an overwhelmingly powerful entity, he was invincible.
Even Ahtal’s amazing talents could not defeat him.
...
...
At the same time.
Deep underground, Mist clutched her abdomen, the long knife stabbed into the ground, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. She felt her internal organs had suffered different degrees of damage from that sudden collision, incurring serious injury.
"Ahtal has lost," the Goddess of Lies suddenly appeared, standing beside Mist, "and you’ve also... lost."
She ran her fingers over her red lips.
"Your brother is about to be violated by the God of Blood, and Ahtal is on the brink of death at the hands of the Blood Pope."
"..." Mist opened her mouth slightly, not quite understanding why this woman was taunting her at this moment.
But what the Goddess of Lies said was indeed true.
"Everyone is fighting with all their might, only you are slacking off." The Goddess of Lies shook her head and cupped Mist’s face with her hand, "Think quickly, what can you do to save Ahtal?"
