After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 260 - 90 The Fallen Hero_3
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"What—!"
The red-haired dwarf’s eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of his sockets as he stared at Ahtal, who had grabbed his cheek with a bare hand and slammed him heavily onto the ground.
The spreading impact caused the ground to cave into a large pit.
"You... are quite weak," Ahtal said softly, as flames burst from his palm, enveloping the red-haired dwarf’s head.
Withdrawing his hand, the red-haired dwarf had already turned into a headless corpse.
Then, he turned his gaze towards Maqilizor, who was summoning monsters not far away, revealing a malevolent smile.
Their gazes met.
Maqilizor fell silent for a moment, then turned and ran without hesitation—he seemed to have misjudged Ahtal’s strength... no, he had overestimated the red-haired dwarf’s strength.
"Lava giant, block him for me!" He raised his hand and shouted for help towards the lava giant being besieged by Miss Black Blade and her clone.
But in the blink of an eye, he found Ahtal had turned into a streak of starlight and appeared before him.
Their faces were almost touching, and he could clearly see the flames spitting through Ahtal’s teeth and the madness burning in his eyes.
Summoners should not appear on the battlefield.
This was Maqilizor’s last thought before his face was smeared by Dragon Breath, his head completely burned away, turning into yet another headless corpse on the ground.
"Don’t run, I’ll give you a chance," Xi Mu said as he turned around, took out the prototype Sword of Light, and stuck it into the ground beside him.
He grinned at the lava giant:
"If you can endure for thirty minutes without dying, then you can take the prototype Sword of Light." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"If I lie, may I lose the favor of the Goddess of Life."
The lava giant hesitated, considering Ahtal’s nasty smile and weighing his options before abandoning the idea of a strategic retreat.
Although he was not in a place with lava, he still had considerable immortality and figured he could probably hold on for thirty minutes without much problem.
Moreover, Lord Heracles should soon finish the fight and could potentially come back within thirty minutes to assist.
Retrieving the Sword of Light shouldn’t be difficult.
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Twenty minutes later.
The lava giant... fell.
Xi Mu pulled the Great Sword of Death from the lava giant’s brow and then headed towards the outskirts of the city, finding Heracles fighting Mist.
He surveyed the battlefield.
He and his clone then split up to hide in different directions, silently waiting for the opportunity until Heracles was wounded in the chest by Mist’s strike and staggered back a few steps.
The Sword of Light was unleashed.
From the left and right, they delivered slashing blows, and surges of light energy burst forth at nearly unavoidable speeds, hitting Heracles accurately.
From above, two intersecting canyons were left in the earth, and Heracles, already weakened and affected by the power of Chaos, succumbed to his death.
Clang.
The Sword of Light fell to the ground.
The figures of the clone and Miss Black Blade vanished on the spot, and Xi Mu, too, became unsteady and fell backwards.
However, what he touched was not the hard ground but a tall, soft figure.
"Are you okay?" Mist looked down at Ahtal, who had fallen into her arms, and gently asked:
"Do you need to rest a bit?"
"No need," Xi Mu said, resting his head against two soft mounds, his voice weak: "Mist, there is something I need to ask of you."
"Mmh," Mist agreed without hesitation, willing to comply with any request except for Ahtal asking her to kill her own brother.
"Help me kill the Saintess of Destiny, Suna," Xi Mu made his request, and Mist paused for a moment before replying with a gentle smile:
"Okay, I’ll go kill her now." With that, she picked up Ahtal and left the battlefield.
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Some time later.
Outside the city of Fenrir.
"You’re back?" Suna, seeing Mist carrying Ahtal back, smiled, figuring that in Ahtal’s current condition, he probably couldn’t take action to kill her himself, leaving room for negotiation.
In response, Mist simply nodded, then gently set down Ahtal, letting him lean against a tree with tenderness.
Then she fixed her gaze on Suna and said:
"Sorry, Miss Suna."
"Huh?" Suna was briefly stunned, then felt a chill at her neck, and as her consciousness began to dim, her head tumbled toward the ground.
She... was killed again.
