After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 244 - 84 Approaching Time to Rollback

Outside Donoma Royal City.

The Shark Man, carrying the Sword of Light dripping with magma, looked very conflicted as he turned towards the cloaked woman with a mysterious aura and said,

"You want me to fight Ahtal... seriously?" he pointed at himself, "If Ahtal unleashes the full power of the Sword of Light, I will definitely die."

Although he too possessed the Sword of Light, it was vastly inferior to the one in Ahtal’s hands.

In response, the cloaked woman extended her hand, and a bat landed on her fingertips, explaining,

"It’s not just you fighting alone, Count Dracula will also assist you in dealing with Ahtal."

The Shark Man eyed the bat and did not respond.

He didn’t even know who Count Dracula was, but he did not want to face Ahtal alone. Although he wished to burn this world into ashes to create a better one, it did not mean he was willing to sacrifice himself willingly.

Compared to the fanatic followers of the Dusk Cult, he still maintained some level of rationality, wanting to witness the world being consumed by the Flame Giant Surter.

"Don’t worry, I will personally take care of Ahtal," the bat suddenly spoke, "Ahtal killed my brother."

His voice was unnaturally calm.

"Even if you want to personally kill Ahtal, I can’t allow that to happen."

"Ahtal must die by my hands."

"..."

Scratching his head, the Shark Man sighed, "Okay, but I’ll just play a supportive role, don’t expect me to fight Ahtal head-on."

"Hmph," the bat snorted, fluttering its wings as it flew towards Duonoma City.

Seeing this, the Shark Man sighed, inserted the magma-flowing Sword of Light into the ground, and brought his hands together slightly, his cheeks puffing out.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly exhaled a water dragon that spiraled into the sky and collided with the clouds.

Torrential rain fell.

"Let’s go," the Shark Man no longer wasted words, pulled the Sword of Light from the ground, and rushed towards the direction of the Royal City.

...

...

"Bang!" A heavy crashing sound, the hard concrete ground cracked, spreading like a spiderweb.

Xi Mu, sitting on the right shoulder of the statue, looked towards the source of the sound and saw an elegantly dressed man with slightly pale hair and a weathered air coming forth.

He drew the sword at his waist.

"Ahtal, why did you kill my brother?"

"Who?" Xi Mu asked in confusion, then shook his head, "I’ve killed so many, it’s impossible to remember them all, unless they were worthy rivals."

The atmosphere chilled further.

Count Dracula looked at the man sitting on the statue, rain water streaming down his cheeks, his crimson eyes filled with murderous fury.

This man had killed his brother and had no memory of him, despite the fact that he should have recognized him immediately upon seeing his face and sensing his aura.

"Ahtal, what do you consider life to be!"

"Sorry," a voice of resignation came from the side, Count Dracula looked displeased and turned to see a handsome, silver-haired Knight walking over, drawing his knight’s sword embellished with golden patterns.

"I cannot allow you to disrupt the ritual,"

"Hahaha!" Enraged but mocking, Count Dracula waved his hand, and a dark mist spread out. Countless bats took flight, swarming toward the crowd in the plaza and biting them.

"Ahh... Help!"

"Don’t come over here!"

"Do not bite there!"

"It hurts, I’m bleeding!"

The plaza instantly erupted into chaos.

Rhode also reacted. A white crystalline substance emerged from his knight’s sword, shooting out like lightning, and the blade’s edge pierced through the air.

With his ability to crystallize salt, he just needed to hit Count Dracula once to end the battle.

In a torrential rain mixed with black mist, Count Dracula and Knight Rhode engaged in a fierce duel. Clashes of their swords sparkled through the mist, resembling fireworks in the night sky.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Standing atop a tall building, the Shark-man locked his gaze on Ahtal, who sat on a statue. If he launched a surprise attack now,

he might have a chance to kill Ahtal.

With that thought,

"Since the opportunity has presented itself, I must not miss it," he muttered to himself as he clenched the Sword of Light, molten lava flowing through it.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Sword of Light.

Firelight cleaved through the rain, striking directly at the central statue in the plaza. The Goddess of Justice’s statue had its upper body swallowed up in an instant, and the momentum unrelentingly crushed dozens of tall buildings.

It succeeded... No, it didn’t.

On the contrary,

"Damn it!" The Shark-man leapt from the skyscraper, followed immediately by a scorching Dragon Breath that pierced through the building he was on.

As he landed, the ground collapsed with a thunderous crash.

"Didn’t you say you weren’t planning to fight me to the death?"

With a mocking laugh echoing, the Shark-man, without a second thought, swung the Sword of Light with molten lava flowing through it at the source of the voice.

His judgment was correct.

The swung Sword of Light perfectly blocked a strike from Ahtal, and sparks erupted, illuminating their faces.

However,

Through the reflection in Ahtal’s pupils, the Shark-man realised there was another Ahtal behind him, fiercely striking down with his sword.

Without thinking,

The Shark-man swiftly pulled back, but the arm clutching the Sword of Light was still severed, his blood mixing with the rain, staining the ground red.

The Sword of Light, streaming with molten lava, stabbed into the ground, only to be kicked away by Ahtal. It shot like a bullet, embedding itself into a wall at the end of the street.