After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 273 - 96: Hiding Behind a Woman, No Shame - Part 2
Otherwise, he could not accept the fact that Ahtal was a villain, even though he had already joined the Dusk Cult, and wanted to cooperate with the Dusk Cult to assassinate Ahtal.
But still, he couldn’t accept that Ahtal was a villain.
How should he describe this feeling? It was as if he had completely fallen and become utterly corrupted, but still held some adoration for the white moonlight of his past... It felt like the white moonlight was his contrast, making him think that the world wasn’t so terrible after all.
Now that Ahtal actually admitted he was a villain, it felt like meeting the white moonlight again, only to discover she was a prostitute and that his adoration for the white moonlight was merely unrequited love from the start.
Distressed.
Shocked.
Angry.
He didn’t know, nor could he describe the feeling at this moment, because the man in front of him... should have been an unblemished hero.
"Ah, I believe in the Goddess of Life." Xi Mu raised his hand, swept back his black hair, and said with a cold gaze,
"But I also believe in the Witch of Death."
He drew out the Great Sword of Death.
"Why do you think the Witch of Death bestowed upon me the Great Sword of Death, while other followers don’t have it?"
Pross fell into silence, suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and attacked Ahtal with all his strength.
"Clang!" The Great Sword of Death met the incoming blade even faster, directly shattered the long sword, and then its edge turned, resting on Pross’s shoulder.
Xi Mu held up the Great Sword of Death, his eyes coldly fixed on Pross, and asked, "You seem very angry, why?"
"Aren’t you afraid of making the Goddess of Life sad?" Pross challenged, grabbing Ahtal’s Great Sword of Death, indicating that Ahtal must have a very strong faith in the Goddess of Life to be able to use her prayers.
"As long as the Goddess of Life doesn’t know about it, it’s fine." Xi Mu replied, "You... have had too many expectations of me."
Pross was silent for a moment, looked at the hero who should have been impeccable across from him, closed his eyes in despair, and said,
"Then if you die, I won’t need to feel guilty."
Yes.
The man in front of him wasn’t the unblemished hero he believed in but a fraud, hence luring Ahtal out to let the upper echelons of the Dusk Cult assassinate him needed no guilt at all.
Meanwhile.
In Lionheart Castle.
"Target locked." Heracles crouched down, picked up a large rock from the ground, and aimed at the approaching Calamity Kingdom, targeting the still-standing Ahtal.
He slightly increased the pressure in his palm, using the power of "density" to compress the rock into a pebble.
Even a small pebble, when its density is forcibly spread, can burst with unimaginable power.
With a single pebble, destroy a kingdom.
By common sense, this was nearly impossible, but mastering the power of "density" reveals that even a small stone holds unbelievable power.
"Farewell, Hero."
With a regretful goodbye, Heracles threw the pebble, as the force of density acted upon it, transforming from compression to release.
"Boom!" The air trembled, a red beam of light pierced the air, shooting towards Ahtal.
And at that moment.
Pross also began his move, suddenly reached out with his one hand and grabbed Ahtal’s wrist, preventing the hero from having time to escape.
Then.
"Boom!" A roaring sound echoed through the Calamity Kingdom, a white light consumed everything in sight.
"Ahtal, are you alright?" A gentle female voice suddenly came, leaving Pross stunned, he should have... died already.
"Ah, it’s nothing." Xi Mu casually swung the Great Sword of Death, its blade slicing along Pross’s shoulder, cleaving him in two.
"Quite a timely intervention." He looked at Mist who appeared beside him and smiled.
"I was about to be sneak-attacked and killed."
"Please don’t place too much trust in my abilities." Mist frowned, displeased that Ahtal didn’t dodge and waited for her to intervene.
If she didn’t react in time, it would be dangerous.
"Okay," Xi Mu agreed readily and then turned his gaze towards Pross, who had been halved and was barely breathing:
"It seems the goddess of destiny is also protecting me."
Truly, it seemed the goddess of destiny was blind.
Pross widened his eyes, looking at Ahtal’s malicious smile as he breathed his last in resentment.
"Why does a follower of the Dusk Cult react so strongly to you, who is not a hero?" Mist asked curiously. She did not care whether Ahtal was a sincere hero or whether he believed in the gods.
From beginning to end, she only cared about Ahtal as a person.
"I’m not sure either," Xi Mu replied casually, exchanging glances with Heracles in Lionheart Castle.
Once he had raised the hero’s reputation to a certain level, many NPCs would automatically have a certain degree of affection for him, an affection... perhaps much higher than those around him, bordering on fanaticism.
It was very similar to real-life fanatic fans.
Thus, when a player acted in ways not befitting a hero, it could lead the NPCs to breakdown, or they might even find reasons to explain the player’s actions.
"What should we do next?" Mist asked. Ahtal then turned around, looking at the heroes drawn by the commotion.
"Pross is a spy sent by the followers of the Dusk Cult," Xi Mu explained to the gathered heroes, pointing towards Lionheart Castle.
"Once we cross Lionheart Castle, our goal will be achieved. Please lend me... no, lend your strength to the goddess of destiny."
"Yes!" Lola was the first to step forward in response, and the other heroes exchanged looks before also responding in turn.
Despite their profound respect for the renowned hero Ahtal, they instinctively dismissed any further doubts and focused on the followers of the Dusk Cult.
...
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In front of Lionheart Castle.
A massive number of followers of the Dusk Cult surged out, most of them weak as kindling, mere cannon fodder on the battlefield, unlikely to challenge the heroes realistically.
However, they never intended to confront the heroes.
They were meant as strange bait to trigger anomalies, influenced by the source of fear, sufficient to provoke a significant scale of anomalies.
"Everything is thoroughly prepared," the nun walked up and bowed to Heracles, "We can attack the moving Calamity Kingdom now."
"Hmm," Heracles nodded, stomping the ground, blasting air waves as his body shot out like a cannonball.
He was unconcerned with the insignificant details of the plan; for him, there was only one thing to focus on, and that was to slay Ahtal.
Then seize the Sword of Light and unleash the source of fear.
However, Heracles was not the only one seeking to slay Ahtal.
"Ahtal must be killed by me!" Count Dracula flew out among the followers of the Dusk Cult, transformed into countless bats, chasing after Heracles, worried that Ahtal would be killed in advance.
Nun: "..."
When it came to critical moments, these people tended to not stick to the plan; the previously agreed plans were never really taken to heart.
Comparatively, killing the strongest human, Sol, was more important than focusing on someone not so crucial.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Bang!" Heracles’s massive body landed, standing before Ahtal, ignoring the heroes surrounding him.
"Ahtal, do you intend to hide behind a woman?"
"Exactly," Xi Mu confidently responded, feeling no shame at all about Mist shielding him.
"Ha... is this also what a hero does?" Heracles sneered, trying to provoke Ahtal into combat.
However, Xi Mu had yet to respond.
"You are not even worthy to fight Ahtal," Mist spoke up to defend Ahtal, "If you can’t even defeat me, then you don’t have the right to confront Ahtal."
Heracles: "..."
