After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 250 - 86: Threatening Ahtal_2
There certainly won’t be a good end.
But if it is the wood fuel, or rather, a person watched by Ragnarok holding the Substandard Sword of Radiance.
The situation would be somewhat different.
The conditions for using the Substandard Sword of Radiance remained in effect, constantly erupting with Sulter’s flames, yet they clashed with the Ash Fire in Ahtal’s hand, achieving a delicate state of harmony.
From the perspective of an onlooker, the Substandard Sword of Radiance in Ahtal’s hand was vigorously resisting, yet Ahtal managed to pick it up.
"You really are disobedient," Xi Mu sighed. His arm, holding the Substandard Sword of Radiance, was burned till the bone was exposed, but it healed in an instant thanks to Healing Prayer, only to have the flesh burned off by the flames again.
Shaking his head, Xi Mu, holding the Substandard Sword of Radiance, retreated.
To kill a lava giant in the underground world was an exceedingly difficult task. Even if the lava giant were chopped into pieces, there was no way to kill it outright. At best, it would only slow down the lava giant’s recovery.
Unless one could lure the lava giant out of the underground world or have it overpowered by a formidable force at once, directly weakening its recovery speed.
Otherwise, it was tough to slay the lava giant.
"Ahtal, you stop right there!" The lava giant also reacted, seeing Ahtal running away with its weapon and started chasing after him.
The two were in a pursuit.
It wasn’t long before they reached the surface world.
"Boom!" The flat snowfield suddenly bulged, producing a volcano, and the lava giant emerged from it.
His eyes were cold as he looked at Ahtal not far away.
Then he submerged again.
"I’ll let you hold on to my weapon for now," he said and then submerged, with no intention of fighting Ahtal in the surface world.
From their brief conflict before, he had realized that he was no match for a genius like Ahtal when it came to combat talent. Continuing to fight in the surface world,
the one who would die was only himself.
Although, in terms of magic power and the grace bestowed by the gods, he was undeniably the stronger one... However, this did not mean he had greater combat talent than Ahtal.
"Can’t you be a bit tougher?" Xi Mu casually tossed the Substandard Sword of Light onto the ground, and his burnt arm healed instantly.
Compared to the followers of the Dusk Cult from the lower ranks who weren’t afraid to die, those in the higher ranks valued their lives more and would decisively choose to flee and give up when faced with an unbeatable situation.
Provoking the high-level followers of the Dusk Cult into losing their rationality with just a few words wasn’t an easy task; most of the high-level followers would think of other solutions.
Like finding someone to steal back the Sword of Light or gathering a group of experts for an ambush.
They wouldn’t rashly get furious and engage in a fight to the death.
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Magic Kingdom.
"You are here to look for my disciple, aren’t you?" Hecate set down her teacup, her smile relaxed and elegant, her black pearl-like eyes reflected the siblings Mist and Michael in front of her.
She said with a smiling tone:
"Right now, he’s just run into a bit of trouble; perhaps you could help him."
"What trouble?" Mist stood up reflexively, her hand already on the long sword at her waist.
Hecate responded by presenting a map, which Mist took, and with a joyous explanation said: "You can choose to eliminate the people who threaten my disciple in advance, or go to protect him by your disciple’s side."
"Understood." Mist nodded and then turned her gaze to her elder brother, their eyes meeting.
"Go, don’t worry about me," Michael said with a tender smile, reassuring his sister to leave with peace of mind.
"Okay." Mist nodded her head, leaving the grand library without hesitation, like a blade about to be unsheathed.
"Do you think she’ll choose to eliminate the threat to my disciple in advance?" Hecate sipped her tea and asked Michael, "Or will she choose to stay by my disciple’s side to ensure his safety?"
"Given Mist’s personality, she’ll likely choose to wipe out the threat beforehand," said Michael with a gentle smile, "but if it’s Ahtal, that’s a different matter altogether."
Hecate looked at him inquiringly.
"Eliminating all threats in advance doesn’t provide a good excuse to stay by Ahtal’s side," Michael said with a grin, "but if she chooses to protect Ahtal closely, not only can she stay by his side, but it also provides a chance for their feelings to heat up."
He asserted.
"Feelings will make my sister make her choice."
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Fenrir Kingdom.
"The Sword of Light has been... stolen?" the red-haired dwarf looked slightly stunned, asking his own Pali, "Who did it?"
"It was the Hero who opposes the gods, Ahtal," the dwarven loli scratched her cheek and explained to the red-haired dwarf:
"He suddenly came out and chopped off the hand of the lava giant, running away with the Sword of Light."
"Ahtal is a follower of the Dusk Cult?" The red-haired dwarf’s expression twisted, while the dwarven loli shook her head, explaining with a subtle voice.
"He took the Sword of Light by persevering with Healing Prayer, the magical restraints of the Sword of Light simply couldn’t kill Ahtal."
The red-haired dwarf fell silent for a moment, then said, "Get ready, we’re going to snatch back the Sword of Light, no... we’ll attack the Fenrir Kingdom."
He waved his hand.
"To make Ahtal hand over the Sword of Light, we need some leverage," he said.
"If it’s leverage you want," the dwarven loli suddenly remembered, "why don’t we just capture Letixia directly?"
She placed her hands on her hips
"Compared to a kingdom, perhaps Ahtal cares more about his lover?"
Makes sense.
The red-haired dwarf thought for a moment, then gave the order, "You take people to capture Letixia, and I will lead the attack on the Fenrir Kingdom."
"Understood." The dwarven loli nodded, leaving hastily, full of eagerness.
Having been bullied so terribly by Ahtal in the past, she now finally had a chance for revenge.
Meanwhile.
In the Iris Flower Kingdom.
The palace.
Letixia pushed open the window, with the cold wind pouring in through the window, blowing her sandy-gold hair, "Ahtal, how are you doing now?"
"Of course, he’s fine." Fifine waved her hand and, holding a warm cup of tea, said with a smile:
"What, is our queen missing her man?"
"..."
Letixia glanced at her friend but wasn’t angry; she wouldn’t get upset just because someone spoke the truth.
"By now, Ahtal has become a Hero who is an enemy of the gods," Fifine yawned, "and he’s also with that woman... what’s her name again."
She pretended to think for a moment.
"Right, Mist. Her relationship with Ahtal is quite good."
Letixia cast her eyes downward, it was unclear what was on her mind, but Fifine straightforwardly pointed it out:
"Judging from what the traveling bards say, they... suit each other very well, both in terms of strength and status."
She took a sip of her tea.
"Plus, Ahtal’s teacher is quite supportive of Mist being with Ahtal."
The wind through the window was freezing cold.
Letixia lightly tidied her hair behind her ears, her hair now grown long because Ahtal had said he preferred it that way.
"They’re just talking," Fifine’s voice suddenly softened as she said to Letixia:
"The bards haven’t explicitly said there’s romantic feelings between Ahtal and Mist, it could just be camaraderie."
Despite saying that,
she felt in her heart that Ahtal and Mist might be having an affair, and who knows, in a while there might be a child.
Of course, she only thought this to herself and dared not speak it out loud.
Letixia had been overwhelmed with busyness during this time; it would be far too inconsiderate to add pressure on her.
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Some time passed.
Volcano Temple.
"I’m back again!" The dwarven loli emerged from the magma, leading a strong force of the Dusk Cult’s followers, launching an attack on the Iris Flower Kingdom.
Straight into the palace.
