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Chapter 264: Chapter 92 The Great Wish to Burn the World_2

"If it’s just about transportation and we don’t need stability," Eden said with a gentle smile, explaining to Suna,

"Then all we need is a strong enough individual who can carry a nation."

"I already know who you’re referring to," the Red Dragon King said, arms crossed with a visibly amused smile, "Sol, the one hailed as the strongest human, right?"

"He possesses the power to uphold a nation," Eden admitted the Red Dragon King’s guess, calmly explaining, "I’ve already sought aid from the church, and he has agreed to help us."

"That sounds quite good," Xi Mu chuckled, seemingly relieved at the idea of Sol personally coming to their aid. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Even though the players did not consider Sol to be the actual strongest human, he indeed possessed significant strength. His nation, Saxon, bordered the sea on one side and the Giant Kingdom on the other, facing constant harassment from sea monsters and malice from land giants—a very unfortunate country indeed.

In such a harsh environment, Sol, proclaimed as the strongest human, was born. He protected his nation from the invasion of the giants, riding his war chariot daily to patrol his country—a true hero.

"In this way, Ahtal can also relax a bit," Suna said, patting her chest, recalling the previous returns from death which were almost always Ahtal alone fighting, single-handedly working on solutions.

Having a strong ally join them now undoubtedly meant Ahtal could have a much easier time.

However,

"During the transportation of the Source of Fear, Sol will not be able to focus his efforts on battle," Eden gently shook her head, explaining softly, "So, we still need to face the threat of the Dusk Cult."

"If it’s just about fighting, it’s not a big problem," Xi Mu lounged on the soft sofa, "Moreover, my friend should be arriving soon."

"You mean Mist, who has clashed with gods?" the Red Dragon King suddenly asked, "Now hailed as a Valkyrie, her power... is close to that of a Witch, isn’t it?"

"I’m not too sure about that," Xi Mu sipped his tea, breathing out a waft of steam. Regarding Mist’s strength, he did not hold too high of an opinion. Though she had exceeded the limits of humanity, there was still a fundamental distinction from a Witch.

"To suppress a divine companion, she must possess power approaching that of a Witch," the Red Dragon King analyzed while casting a glance towards Eden, wanting to see if the All-Knowing Saintess had any reaction. If Eden simply said that Mist was no less than a Witch,

The task of transporting the Source of Fear would be assured.

However,

Eden’s delicate face remained so calm it was impossible to discern any emotions.

"Regardless," Suna stretched lazily, letting out a languid moan, "when Lady Mist arrives, we shall take out the followers of the Dusk Cult nearby to prevent any uncontrollable accidents."

"Ah, the Saintess of Destiny plans to take action?" the Red Dragon King said with curiosity, only to see Suna’s expression stiffen.

She subtly turned her head away.

"I... am not particularly skilled at fighting, so for the upcoming battles, don’t count on me. And remember to save me if there’s any danger," she said.

The Red Dragon King fell silent, then turned his attention back to Eden, asking, "The All-Knowning Saintess isn’t also unskilled in battle, is she?"

"Battle is not my forte," Eden answered truthfully, leaving the Red Dragon King utterly speechless as he brought a hand to his face.

"So the only ones able to fight are me and Ahtal?"

"We are enough," Xi Mu said casually, patting Eden’s shoulder beside him and stopping her mid-sentence.

"Let’s compare who can take down more members of the Dusk Cult, shall we?"

"Hah~ Interesting," the Red Dragon King shifted his focus, eyeing the hero before him, and smirked:

"So... shall we begin now?"

"It’s better to take care of those troublesome fellows sooner rather than later," Xi Mu said, standing up by pushing off his knees and walking towards the exterior of the house.

"Otherwise, there might be... unexpected problems."

"Unexpectancies are bound to occur," the Red Dragon King followed him out, not insisting that the All-Knowing Saintess and Saintess of Destiny join in the battle.

After they left,

The living room grew quiet.

"Lady Eden, are you really not skilled at fighting?" Suna suddenly asked, for in her view, Eden was a powerful entity, otherwise, she would not have maintained her memories after the return from death.

To this, Eden replied calmly: "I am more adept at medicine, and I have not delved deeply into combat."

Suna: "..."

"Moreover, Ahtal... does not really want me to fight," Eden added, under Suna’s astonished gaze, saying:

"He hasn’t let you join the fight either, has he?"

"Hmm, it seems that there really isn’t," Suna reminisced, and no matter what formidable enemy they encountered, Ahtal had never let her join the fight.

She had a sudden realization and slapped her palm with a hammering motion.

"He can’t bear to let the people by his side fight, can he!"

"Perhaps he just doesn’t want to force us to... kill people." Eden turned her head to look out the window at the snowstorm, just in time to see Ahtal grabbing a dwarven lolita by the scruff of her neck while conversing with the Red Dragon King, and departing the residence.

"Suna, you don’t like to kill either, do you?"

Suna: "..."

If she could, she hoped to find a win-win solution through her own abilities.

Rather than having to eliminate one side.

However, when a choice was necessary, she would not hesitate, but this did not mean that she was willing to kill people, even if someone guilty of heinous crimes was shot before her eyes, she would still be affected.

Death... killing, both were hard for her to bear.

...

...

Fenrir Kingdom.

The square.

"Boom!" A burning meteor fell, its explosive shock cracking the stone slabs of the square and revealing the silhouettes of two men.

And a dwarven lolita bound to a spear.

"Wait, what are you doing?" The dwarven lolita’s eyes widened as she looked at Ahtal holding the spear that bound her and stabbing it fiercely into the ground.

A cold wind brushed by.

The square was silent as a grave.

"Come on, take a bite~" Xi Mu took out a prototype of the Sword of Light, pinched the dwarven lolita’s chin, and then shoved the thick, hard, and hot hilt into her mouth.

"Keep it in there, don’t spit it out."

The dwarven lolita obediently kept the hilt in her mouth, even though she shouldn’t have been listening to Ahtal in the first place.

But at that moment, she didn’t think too much about it.

"Before you can’t help but spit out the prototype of the Sword of Light, we’ll stay in the Fenrir Kingdom," Xi Mu maintained his smile, "and naturally the followers of the Dusk Cult will have a chance to take back the Sword of Light."

He tugged lightly at the prototype of the Sword of Light in her mouth and found that the dwarven lolita was biting it very tightly, clearly taking his words to heart.

"With your constitution, your mouth shouldn’t get sore too quickly, should it?"

"Mmmphhh!" An unintelligible response came from the dwarven lolita’s nostrils; now that her magic power was sealed, keeping such a large hilt in her mouth would definitely make it difficult to avoid getting a sore mouth.

"Good girl." Xi Mu smiled, turned to face the incoming followers of the Dusk Cult, and crooked his finger, "Before she can no longer keep it in, you’d better try hard to take back the prototype of the Sword of Light, or you’ll never have the chance again."

The atmosphere fell silent.

"Don’t be afraid; he’s just one man!"

"Charge!"

"For the great wish to burn the world, for a new world!" The followers of the Dusk Cult charged at Ahtal with a resolute roar, accepting death.

Their fearless will shone brightly.

However, will alone could not resist the cold reality. Just like a tidal wave of fire, it surged and engulfed the followers of the Dusk Cult in the alley within an instant, continuing its unstoppable force into the streets and alleyways, setting the nearby buildings alight as well.

Bodies turned to ash, but the followers of the Dusk Cult advanced one after the other.

Defeating Ahtal was an impossibility, they knew just by thinking about it. With Ahtal’s strength, the lower-tier followers of the Dusk Cult could not possibly overwhelm him.

But they also knew they couldn’t flee; they had to delay Ahtal in the Fenrir Kingdom so that the high ranks of the Dusk Cult could react in time.

Only then would they have a chance to take back the prototype of the Sword of Light and release the source of terror that the gods had sealed, thereby allowing this world to burn to ashes.