After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 258 - 90 Fallen Hero
Going to die.
Aegus looked up at the sky, his pupils reflecting the sun above, falling into despair. Judging by Ahtal’s current stimulated and crazed state, he was probably so enraged that he was involving the entire Fenrir Kingdom, wanting to burn everything to ashes.
"Tick tock!" Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, falling onto the stone pavement below and instantly evaporating into white mist.
Once the sun falls to the ground, it will be enough to incinerate the entire Royal City in an instant.
Despair.
Powerlessness.
Confusion.
Residents of the Fenrir Kingdom looked up at the sun in the sky, falling into... confusion.
Running away, you wouldn’t even have time.
"God, save us!" someone cried out for life’s salvation. Now only the descent of deities could save them.
Otherwise.
"Ha, don’t rush, I’ll send you to meet them right now." A hearty male voice sounded. A man leapt high, his right arm clenched into a fist, the exposed veins writhing like serpents.
Then, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.
The sun about to fall upon the Royal City.
And the man throwing his fist at the sun.
"Boom!" The instant the fist struck the sun, the falling sun was punched through, and flames spread in all directions throughout the sky.
The sky was stained crimson at that moment.
"Heracles?"
Aegus in the palace recognized the man who threw his fist at the sun, sinking into even deeper despair. In the past, there was a hero who endured twelve divine trials and became a renowned hero. Sadly, he later went mad and killed his own children and wife with his hands, then disappeared from the public eye.
A very tragic story.
However, Aegus, as king, knew that Heracles, hailed as a hero, had joined the Dusk Cult, becoming one of its top echelons in actuality.
Such a being coming to the Fenrir Kingdom, and also to fight a fierce battle with Ahtal.
The Fenrir Kingdom had no reason to survive any longer.
And at the same time.
Outside the Fenrir Kingdom, a tall red-haired woman, clutching her longsword tightly, kicked off the ground with all her might, shooting out like a bullet, her blade cutting through the air towards the falling Heracles.
Their eyes met, their pupils reflecting each other’s appearance, then without hesitation, they collided.
Fist and longsword.
Demon and Witch.
"Boom—!" A thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth, the spreading shockwave caused many buildings in the Fenrir Kingdom to collapse, burying many people alive.
But fortunately, that strike was worth it.
Heracles was sent flying by that sudden slash, his body flying out of the Fenrir Kingdom’s territory, so there was no need to worry about him dueling Ahtal to the death.
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Blood trickled down his arm, dropping onto the pristine snow, Heracles held his arm, looking at Mist approaching him, and flashed a hearty smile, "Is this the power of the Chaos Witch?"
He clenched his now-healed arm.
"Quite strong indeed."
"..." Mist did not respond, coldly raising her longsword. She needed to quickly kill Heracles and rush back to aid Ahtal.
"You’re like me, a person with the ’Others’ residing in your body." Heracles grinned, crouching and plunging his hand into the ground, then with a fierce pull, a stone axe appeared in his hand.
This is the power to control density—a mere common dirt, under the influence of his power, can form into extremely solid materials.
"At first, I thought this ’Others’ power was nothing more than advancing along the path of the past mighty ones, but then I found out... something was off."
The stone axe swung lightly, altering the density and generating a powerful shockwave, which Mist easily split with a strike of her sword.
But Heracles didn’t cease speaking, he continued:
"We’re just test subjects for the Witch’s attempts to resurrect demons and witches from the past. You’ve met that woman as well, haven’t you?"
No answer.
Mist’s longsword had already swung. She had no interest in discussing with Heracles; she only wanted to defeat him as soon as possible.
To this, Heracles reluctantly engaged in battle, wishing to discuss the identity of that woman with Mist, his kindred spirit.
But now he could only focus on the fight.
Longsword and axe clashed, two beings surpassing the limits of humans, moving faster than sound, their mere movements causing the air to scream in agony.
On the first exchange, thick layers of snow were blown away.
On the second collision, the ground was torn apart by the shockwaves.
On the third engagement, the battlefield was in a vacuum.
Besides the two peaked human figures, not even the air could come close. The powers of Chaos and density warped the physical laws of the battlefield into something bizarre.
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Meanwhile.
In the land of Fenrir.
The square.
"Aahhh, save me!" The sight was filled with burning corpses, those not yet dead struggled in agony on the ground, emitting chilling screams.
But the instigator remained unmoved.
Xi Mu looked upon the nun’s fair neck, lifting her high, his indifferent eyes seemed to burn with madness.
This man was about to lose his mind.
The nun struggled in vain against the grip on her neck, tears streaming down in pain yet mixed with joy. She knew that Ahtal, the hero within, was beginning to collapse, about to be completely infected by the Ash Fire.
"Ahtal, you have fallen, too." With a smile curving her lips, she seemed unconcerned about her imminent death.
