After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 243 - 83: Kick You to Death with One Hoof_3
"But the Splitting Demon also didn’t have the upper hand, did he?" a bespectacled, genteel follower of the Dusk Cult inquired, only to be knocked on the head by a colleague next to him, who chastised him:
"A demon driven to suicide and a witch barely contained, can you even compare the two?"
The atmosphere quieted down.
The followers of the Dusk Cult present fell silent, exchanging glances until the leading follower spoke up.
"In any case, we cannot let Ahtal successfully perform the sacrifice, otherwise, if the Witch of Death is summoned, our plan will surely fail."
He made a decision.
"Report the situation, let the elders take care of Ahtal."
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
The followers of the Dusk Cult present immediately took action, reporting the situation to the higher-ups of the Dusk Cult.
They soon received a clear response.
Destroy the Kingdom of Donoma ahead of time, ensure Ahtal cannot smoothly conduct the sacrificial ritual, and the higher-ups will also take action to eliminate Ahtal.
Killing two birds with one stone, ensuring Ahtal cannot summon the Witch of Death.
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Sandstone Village.
Suna pursed her lips, clutching the silver dagger in her hands, and looked around at the followers of the Dusk Cult surrounding her.
Why would the followers of the Dusk Cult have ambushed here ahead of time?
With their abilities, they should not have been able to foresee the location of the Splitting Demon’s soul in advance.
Yet, here the followers of the Dusk Cult were, lying in wait.
"Curious why we are here ahead of time?" a playful voice came, as a nun stepped forward from among the followers of the Dusk Cult.
She folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen.
"Not only you can foresee; we can also deduce from the end back to the current fate."
"..."
Suna pursed her lips.
Soon after.
"Can you beat them?" a doubtful female voice came from beside her, causing Suna to pause briefly, turning her head to look at the speaking pony.
"Probably... not!"
"..." The little mare rolled her eyes playfully, swishing her tail lightly, and asked the unconfident Suna, "Can you really not beat them?"
Suna replied instantly, "Can’t beat them."
Her ability was to return from death, and the Fate Prayer she learned was also related to foreseeing fate, generally, not potent in terms of destructive power.
At this, the little mare’s tail drooped, and white Holy Light engulfed her body, obscuring the specific transformations. Only milky-white long hair fell through the Holy Light, and then a pair of slender legs stepped forward.
Immediately after.
Blood splattered.
Suna touched her cheek smeared with blood, looking around at the bodies of the followers of the Dusk Cult, not understanding what had just happened.
"Hurry up and collect the soul of the Splitting Demon." The little mare, flipping her milky-white long hair, said composedly:
"Don’t waste too much time."
"Thank you, Sleipnir," Suna breathed a sigh of relief, then showed a gentle smile to the little mare, "In the future, I will definitely..."
"Don’t bother with these trivial things!" The little mare rolled her eyes coquettishly and started dragging Suna to search for the demon’s soul.
She also said to Suna:
"Oh, by the way, don’t tell Ahtal that I can transform into a human and speak, or I will kick you to death."
"Why can’t I say?" Suna took out a blue gem from the body of a dead follower of the Dusk Cult, looked towards the direction of the sun, and saw a phantom sealed inside the blue gem, resembling the Splitting Demon.
Hearing this, the little mare fell silent for a moment, muttering:
"I once lied to Ahtal, saying that I couldn’t transform into a human or speak, and now I can’t explain why I had to lie to him."
At this point, she glared at Suna.
"Remember not to tell anyone."
"Yes!" Suna quickly nodded, not daring to refuse, now that the little mare was not only her steed for fleeing but also her guardian.
What the little mare said was law.
