After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 254 - 88 The Gateway to the High Heavens_2
"Mm," Eden quietly agreed, if it was just about making plans, it wasn’t difficult for her.
"Then I’ll leave it to you," Xi Mu smiled, summoned a pony, then mounted it and disappeared into the horizon.
If he were to execute the plan himself, it would be a great waste of time, and the effect might not be better than Eden’s.
He was already eager to start a massacre.
"Ha... such a capricious guy," the Red Dragon King shook his head, looking over at the composed Eden, and asked,
"You two seem to have a good relationship."
"..."
Eden looked inquisitive, then saw the Red Dragon King smile and raise his hand to point at his own face.
"If I killed Ahtal, you wouldn’t seek revenge on me, right?"
Eden thought seriously for a moment, raised her hand to touch her golden hair near her ear, and said quietly, "You can’t do it."
"I was asking if you would take revenge on me." The Red Dragon King waved his hand, but then saw the All-Knowning Saintess turn around and disappear into a golden mist on the spot.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"It seems they are quite close."
"They just need one look to understand each other’s thoughts," Suna nodded slightly, recalling the way Ahtal interacted with Eden, who usually didn’t talk much, but only exchanged glances to understand each other’s thoughts.
This was perhaps because they were both intelligent, and also because they understood each other very well.
No matter what, their relationship wasn’t bad.
"Is that so?" The Red Dragon King stroked his chin, beginning to ponder whether he should act on eliminating Ahtal.
Meanwhile.
Elsewhere.
Near Fenrir Kingdom.
"Who are you?" the shark man eyed the half-naked man wearing a bird’s beak hood warily.
Xi Mu adjusted the bird’s beak hood on his head, then pulled out the Great Sword of Death, stroked the blade, and kindled it with the black flames symbolizing death.
In an instant.
"Ahtal, it’s you!" the shark man immediately recognized Xi Mu’s identity and without hesitation swung his serrated greatsword.
Blades crossed, sparking brilliant fire sparks.
"Wearing a hood, afraid of being recognized?" the shark man leapt back, his cheeks puffed, spitting out a water dragon.
The spiraling water dragon flew around in the air, swiftly expanding in size, and heavily slammed into Ahtal.
Having done all that,
the shark man didn’t waste a moment, suddenly smashed his fist into the ground, along with the ground sinking, massive amounts of seawater instantly spurted out, turning into waves and drowning the vicinity.
He could win.
The shark man flipped his serrated greatsword, standing on the surging sea surface, his gaze cautiously scanned around, then he froze on the spot.
He saw two Ahtals emerging from beneath the sea and a woman in black wielding the Great Sword of Death.
"Hey, hey, hey... isn’t three against one a bit unfair?"
"If you’re capable, you can also summon," Xi Mu flicked the Great Sword of Death, stepping on the sea surface and launched an attack at the shark man.
The summoned mirror reflections and Miss Black Blade also attacked harmoniously.
That was the power of the Ten Shadow Magics: with enough Magic Power, a player didn’t need to train skills, only needed to act as a battle skill launcher, and could steamroll many opponents they otherwise couldn’t defeat.
It was exhilarating, of course.
However, for seasoned players, it might get a bit boring unless it was necessary, as they wouldn’t easily act as a battle skill launcher.
Now he had to resolve the shark man quickly, otherwise, it would attract the attention of the Dusk Cult and lead to him being besieged by the upper echelons of the Dusk Cult.
So he had to deal with the shark man quickly.
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...
Some time later.
The seawater receded.
The members of the Dusk Cult who had come to assist discovered the shark man’s body, decapitated and lying in the snowy ground.
"Who could have killed Hawk Jones in such a short time?" Maqilizor crouched down, inspected the shark man’s body, and found no clues.
It was obvious that someone had erased all traces.
"It must have been Ahtal and his people," said a nun, who approached with closed eyes and crouched, smoothing her skirt.
"We wanted to kill them, so it’s normal that they wanted to kill us too."
"They know us too well," Maqilizor frowned, his expression filled with concern. The accuracy with which they could pinpoint and assassinate their high-level personnel before they could even react was chilling.
In this regard, the nun was surprisingly calm:
"Among Ahtal’s group, there are the All-Knowing Saintess and the Saintess of Destiny, having their grasp on our information isn’t surprising."
"It seems we are the weaker ones." Maqilizor extended his hand, caressed the shark man’s head and body, and ignited the Sulter’s fire in his palm, consuming the body completely.
"From the beginning, we weren’t the strong ones," the nun remained calm, "The mainstream of this world has always been the All Gods and the Heroes."
She was very clear about the position of the Dusk Cult, unless it was in the far and endless future, the destined endpoint that would burn the world down.
Otherwise, the Dusk Cult’s role has always been the antagonist, like mice struggling for survival in the crevices of the world of the All Gods.
They cannot occupy the position of the mainstream or the strong ones.
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...
The next day.
Dawn just started to break.
In the Dusk Cult, there spread a message about a man, bare-chested with a bird-head mask, insanely hunting the members of the Dusk Cult, his intent to kill and determination even crazier than the followers of the Dusk Cult.
Which made the followers fear.
"That man with the mask, that must be Ahtal, right?" the dwarf loli said with hands on her hips, smiling at the restrained Letixia and Fifine nearby, "His malice towards the Dusk Cult hasn’t lessened at all."
Letixia didn’t speak.
Next to her, Fifine looked very desperate, trying to free her hands from the chains but found she couldn’t break free at all.
She sighed:
"I can understand catching Letixia, but why capture me too?"
"Who told you to stay together." The dwarf loli replied righteously, she invaded the Iris Flower Palace and happened to find Fifine with Letixia, so she captured them as leverage to threaten Ahtal.
Carrying one more person wasn’t too much trouble after all.
"I always knew this day would come," Fifine muttered, seemingly having been psychologically prepared to be captured by the followers of the Dusk Cult.
With the madness of the Dusk Cult, even if the Sword of Light wasn’t in the Iris Flower Kingdom, they would think of capturing Letixia to threaten Ahtal to hand over the Sword of Light.
But she hadn’t expected that the guardians stationed at the Iris Flower Palace would put up little resistance and were breached by the Dusk Cult.
Knowing that the guards of the Iris Flower Kingdom were elite knights from the Sky City, a rare resource in any country.
Theoretically, they should have been able to hold out for a while.
"We were really too lazy to bother with you guys," the dwarf loli’s expression was subtle, "but who made Ahtal too troublesome?"
She waved her hand and walked out the door.
"Just stay here honestly and wait for the Hero Ahtal to come save you."
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...
Fenrir Kingdom.
Posters were plastered all over the streets, detailing that the Dusk Cult had captured Letixia and Fifine, threatening Ahtal that if he did not show up in Fenrir Kingdom within three days, they would execute both Letixia and Fifine.
And also burn the entire Fenrir Kingdom to ash.
In response.
"These followers of the Dusk Cult finally have some sense of being villains," Xi Mu sincerely thought, untroubled by the kidnapping of Letixia and Fifine.
Instead, he felt... satisfied.
"Don’t disappoint me," Xi Mu removed a poster from the notice board, then turned and left, continuing his hunt of the followers of the Dusk Cult.
He wasn’t worried about hunting the followers to the point of collapse; as long as the snowstorm continued, the number of the Dusk Cult followers would keep increasing, just like crops ready to be harvested.
After all, the vitality of the Cult thrives the most during chaotic times.
