After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 265 - 93 Advice from the Dragon Princess
"Boom!" A blaze swept through, turning the followers of the Dusk Cult to ash in an instant, but the man in the center of the square showed no sign of weakening.
"Can’t hold it in anymore?" Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the dwarven loli biting on the hilt of the sword, her cheeks puffed out, and revealed a malicious smile.
He stretched out a finger, pinching the prototype Sword of Light, and gently increased the pressure, seeming to plan to pull out the Sword of Light.
"Mmm~" The dwarven loli’s eyes widened, and she bit hard on the sword hilt, like an angry little dog, luckily the material of the hilt was a meteorite, not flesh and blood.
Otherwise, there would have been blood splattering everywhere.
And at that moment.
"The power of the Dragon, the power of the Witch of Death, the power of the Goddess of Life, the power of the Ash Fire." A distressed voice came, as a red-haired dwarf came over, his gaze firmly meeting Ahtal’s.
"Your... body, can it still hold up?"
"Since they are all powers, why wouldn’t I withstand it?" Xi Mu calmly retorted, leaving the red-haired dwarf speechless.
The powers Ahtal now possessed, more or less, were at odds with each other, harnessing both the powers of the Witch and the Goddess, much like a devout priest using the powers of the Evil God, it wasn’t outright blasphemy... but it could only be described as deserving of death.
"Forget it, discussing this with someone like you is pointless." The red-haired dwarf’s gaze turned serious, and he casually snapped his fingers.
A group of followers of the Dusk Cult poured into the square, bringing with them the residents of the Fenrir Kingdom, among them nobles, royals, and... some clergy.
"Ahtal, if there’s anyone to blame, it could only be because you’re a Hero."
He extended his hand, his smile malevolent:
"Hand over the Sword of Light, and we will let the Fenrir Kingdom go, otherwise, you should understand the behavior of the followers of the Dusk Cult."
"..."
The atmosphere fell silent.
Xi Mu didn’t respond, instead coldly eyeing the red-haired dwarf, as if weighing the pros and cons, while the residents of the Fenrir Kingdom that had been brought in began to grow restless.
Although in stories they detested the plot of a Hero being threatened by hostages, when they themselves became the hostages, they very much hoped the Hero would save them, knowing all too well that the Hero’s capitulation would only make things worse, leading to the death of more innocents.
However, that was of no concern to them.
Faced with their own life and death, the lives of others were not important, nor was it for them to consider.
"Lord Ahtal, save us!" implored a young woman in a white dress, her pitiable appearance so touching that one might wish to embrace her, take her home, and comfort and counsel her closely.
"I... don’t want to die!" blurted a corpulent nobleman with a protruding belly, laying out his bargaining chip:
"My daughter is a nun who worships the God of Beauty and Art, I can have her serve you, Lord Ahtal!"
"As long as we survive, the Fenrir Kingdom will always be your friend." Princess Vite also spoke up, offering her chip, "Afterwards, we will surely reward you handsomely."
"What does the Fenrir Kingdom have to offer me, so poor it is?" Xi Mu wondered, causing the atmosphere to tense.
As the princess of the Fenrir Kingdom, Vite’s cheeks flushed with a sense of insult.
What did he mean the Fenrir Kingdom was so poor, but recalling that Ahtal had the support of the Magic Kingdom and Sky City behind him, he was indeed a man who didn’t lack for money.
The backbone to retort fizzled out quickly.
"It’s probably her offering herself to you," mentioned the red-haired dwarf casually, staring at Ahtal:
"So your choice is..." Before he could finish, the ground suddenly shook violently, shadow overwhelming the entire square.
"Oh, I wasn’t paying attention." The voice was unapologetic; the red-haired dwarf turned around to see a massive Red Dragon that had appeared behind him, standing over a pile of bodies.
"It’s just that this place is too small." He transformed into human form, flexing his wrist and picking up a blood-stained Great Sword from the ground.
As he grasped the hilt firmly, the fiery blaze wrapped around the Great Sword and with a fierce swing,
The flames that entwined the Great Sword spread out, engulfing everything in its vicinity, buildings, and hostages alike, indiscriminately consumed by the fire.
The Fenrir Kingdom... perished.
"Ah, that’s a bit more spacious." The Red Dragon King tossed the Great Sword as it somersaulted through the air, then stabbed into the ground.
He turned towards the red-haired dwarf, baring a malevolent grin.
"The followers of Dusk are truly detestable, to slaughter a town in front of Hero Ahtal; that’s quite evil indeed."
Red-haired dwarf: "..."
"Lord Ahtal, you must avenge the Fenrir Kingdom." The Red Dragon King covered his face with one hand, his voice brimming with sorrow, "Otherwise, all the people of the Fenrir Kingdom will have died in vain."
"...Understood." Xi Mu was briefly startled, then quickly recovered, his gaze icy as he met the red-haired dwarf’s.
"You’re truly shameless!" The red-haired dwarf couldn’t help but curse, and without hesitation, he turned and ran, but as he took a step, he suddenly heard a sentence from Ahtal.
"Are you going to abandon your own granddaughter?" Xi Mu swung the Great Sword of Death, moving closer to the red-haired dwarf who had stopped, "How about a fair fight with me, and afterward, I will let your granddaughter go?"
"..." The red-haired dwarf turned around, glanced at the dwarven loli, and his gaze turned sharp, "After this, you won’t let that dragon kill Pali, will you?"
