After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 272 - 96: Hiding Behind a Woman Is Not Worth Ashamed Of
The sky was darkening. ππ«ππ²πππ―ππ¨π§ππ.ππ π¦
The wind and snow were buffeting the moving Calamity Kingdom.
Pross sat in front of the campfire, nibbling on bread, and couldnβt help exclaiming as he looked at the knight Lola opposite him:
"Strange, they simply canβt be killed."
"We are almost at Lionheart Castle," Lola maintained her elegant posture, holding the bread with both hands and eating it bite by bite, calmly explaining to the one-armed swordsman, "As long as we can hold out until Lionheart Castle, the Witch of Death can take action and deal with the sealed demon."
"Does the Witch of Death have a reason to kill the demon?" Pross countered, plunging Lola into silence.
"For the Witch of Death, the more powers that are enemies of the gods, the more advantageous it is. Killing the sealed demon would actually leave her isolated and without support, right?"
Lola kept silent, bit a large piece of bread forcefully, and after pondering for a moment, said, "Lord Ahetar will find a way."
Pross: "..."
This female knight had a kind of... irrational adoration for Ahetar, believing that Ahetar definitely had a way to solve the current problem, but Ahetar was after all human and fundamentally unable to influence the overall situation.
Moreover, the barrier wasnβt sealing a demon, but a genuine god. How could they possibly hand over a true god to the Witch of Death for her to kill.
"Admiration is the emotion farthest from understanding," Pross said with a smile, only to see Lolaβs dissatisfied expression.
Clearly, the knight miss was unhappy about him belittling Ahetar... No, he wasnβt belittling him; he was just saying that Lolaβs adoration for Ahetar led to a blindly trusting faith in him.
If one day she found out that Ahetar was not as perfect as she imagined, it might deal her a severe blow.
But anything he said now would be useless.
"Forget it, Iβll go... have a look around." Pross waved his hand, bracing his knees to get up, and then disappeared from Lolaβs view.
To this, Lola didnβt react much, quietly bowed her head to continue eating her bread, and after finishing, she raised her hand to touch her own head, recalling the gentle smile Ahetar had given her when he touched her head a few days earlier.
That man must have some consideration.
...
...
On the other hand.
"Human, die!" A humanoid aberration sprang out of the shadows and attacked Pross, but in an instant, it was beheaded by a bright crescent moon slash.
Pross sheathed his long sword and stepped over the body of the dead aberration to a deserted pile of rocks, where he saw a dwarven girl sitting with her knees hugged to her chest, silent against the stones.
Pali, it was said, was the granddaughter of a high-ranking member of the Dusk Cult, but her grandfather had been killed by Ahetar, leaving Pali alone.
A rather pitiable dwarven girl.
"Put away your disrespectful gaze," the dwarven girl glanced coldly at Pross but quickly got to the point, "The higher-ups want you to lure Ahetar to the outskirts of the Calamity Kingdom, where he can be kept relatively immobile."
"Are they planning to snipe Ahetar?" Pross immediately analyzed what the Dusk Cult higher-ups were planning against Ahetar.
To this, the dwarven girl did not respond.
As for what exactly the higher-ups of the Dusk Cult were planning, she herself wasnβt very clear, but she knew that Pross had some connection with Ahetar, which could be used as an excuse to lure Ahetar to the outskirts of the Calamity Kingdom.
And that was enough.
"Is there a specific direction required?" Pross inquired, to which the dwarven girl lifted her hand and pointed towards the direction where the sun was rising.
That place was also the destination of the moving Calamity Kingdom, the Goddess of Plagueβs land of downfall, Lionheart Castle.
Pross touched the hilt of his sword and then nodded:
"It can be done."
"By tomorrow afternoon at the latest, Ahetar must arrive at the designated position," said the dwarven girl as she stood up and then left the pile of rocks.
The next day.
The light of dawn was faint.
Xi Mu glanced at the horizon, where the silhouette of Lionheart Castle was just visible, then turned to look at the one-armed swordsman Pross beside him, asking:
"Do you need something from me?"
"Ahetar, youβve deceived us, havenβt you?" Prossβs expression was grave, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, "The one sealed within the barrier is not a demon, but a god."
He drew his sword halfway out.
"Your real purpose is to sacrifice the god to the Witch of Death."
The cold wind passed, carrying snowflakes between the two, and the atmosphere instantly tensed up, ready to explode with oppressive force.
Xi Mu tilted his head, scrutinizing the one-armed swordsman opposite him, then looked around, the smile gradually fading from his face.
"Yes, thatβs my purpose."
"..." Pross froze, as if doubting his own ears. His previous suspicion was just to buy time and trap Ahetar into self-incrimination.
In truth, he had never doubted Ahetar, only felt that Ahetar had some unknown circumstances and withheld critical information.
However.
"Why look so incredulous?" Xi Mu tilted his head, his smile turning sinister, "Didnβt you guess the truth?"
"Hey, hey, hey... Are you joking?" Pross involuntarily stepped back a few paces, struggling to accept what Ahetar had said.
Ahetar, who had challenged the immortal serpent in Gear City for justice without a second thought and did not seek any reward thereafter, was a real cultist.
It just couldnβt be.
"Donβt you follow the Goddess of Life?" he asked in a hoarse voice, trying to find evidence that Ahetar was not a villain on behalf of Ahetar himself.
