After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 274 - 97: Profane Cathedral
"War is not a one-on-one duel," Xi Mu laughed, "Victory by any means, that’s what we should be considering now."
His gaze turned cold.
"You must have sent someone to assassinate Sol by now, right?"
"Then we must hurry to assist Lord Sol!" Lola, who was listening, became anxious, instinctively wanting to rush to Sol’s aid, as the fall of the moving Calamity Kingdom would be an unprecedented disaster.
"Don’t panic." A tall girl holding a bow in one hand grabbed Lola’s wrist, meeting her anxious gaze, "Lord Ahtal surely has everything arranged."
"..." Lola’s anxious heart calmed down immediately, and she nodded gently to Atalante, saying, "Thank you."
Atalante shook her head gently and cast a wary look at Heracles. She knew that man, once a hero celebrated by people, who later murdered his own family for reasons unknown, and joined the Dusk Cult.
"There is such an arrangement," Heracles bluntly admitted. There was no need to keep the assassination of Sol a secret, as anyone could guess that Sol’s move was key in the war.
If Sol could be successfully assassinated, then sealing the source of fear would become a mere fantasy.
And the Dusk Cult would have ample time to break the seal on the source of fear.
"But there’s another arrangement." He flexed his wrist and took an attacking stance, "To take back the prototype Sword of Light from you and unseal the source of fear."
The atmosphere grew tense.
And at that moment.
"Ahtal, you must let me do the killing." Countless bats flew in, forming a humanoid shape. He was clad in a black cloak, with sharp, elongated fangs, an aura both dark and profound, and his handsome appearance held an unusual seductive power.
He said to Heracles:
"This is our agreement."
"..." Heracles did not immediately agree; instead, he frowned slightly, locking eyes with Count Dracula. He was contemplating whether he should eliminate this troublesome vampire now; there was no time for Count Dracula to seek revenge.
Taking back the prototype Sword of Light was the top priority.
"That’s perfect, let’s change opponents then." The Red Dragon King stepped forward from among many heroes, coming directly before Heracles.
Two equally tall and dominant men locked gazes, neither showing the slightest sign of weakness.
The Red Dragon King, at the pinnacle of the Dragon Clan.
Heracles, wielding demonic powers.
"You... are quite weak." The Red Dragon King grinned, fire spilling from between his teeth, and without hesitation launched a face-smearing Dragon Breath, the intense flames blowing Heracles away.
His body shot out like a cannonball, clashing with Heracles in midair.
Unexpected... no, it was to be expected.
The Red Dragon King, at the pinnacle of the Dragon Clan, was no less powerful than Heracles, who held demonic power. This was only natural.
Dragons, creatures at the pinnacle of the ecosystem.
And the Red Dragon King, a Dragon King standing at the peak of the Dragon Clan. Unless one ascended to the realm of demons, it would be impossible to overpower the Red Dragon King in terms of strength.
"Then I’ll take care of you," Xi Mu withdrew his gaze and turned it towards the vampire Count Dracula, lightly laughing, "Although I don’t know why you bear such a deep grudge against me, I’ll give you a one-on-one chance."
"You... killed my brother." Count Dracula was even more enraged; this man didn’t even understand why he was seeking revenge.
However, Xi Mu was unconcerned by Count Dracula’s fury. He turned to Mist and said:
"Let me fight him alone."
"Hmm." Mist softly agreed, with none of her previous pride and sternness, behaving like an obedient little kitten, creating a stark contrast.
She stepped back a few paces, but the long sword she clutched in her hand was still aimed at the vampire count, ready to draw at the first sign of trouble.
To chop off the vampire’s head.
Count Dracula glanced at Mist, but he wasn’t overly concerned—not because he was confident he could crush Mist, the hero hailed as a Valkyrie.
He could sense the gap between their strengths.
"Clap!" A clapping sound emerged, and the scene changed, transporting them to a dark cathedral.
Apart from him and Ahtal, there was no one else.
The Profane Cathedral.
A place that suppressed the power of all "gods," where any power related to the gods would be so severely restrained that it would be nearly unusable.
Moreover, it would cause one to fall into corruption, continuously dragging one’s spirit into a negative state, leading to madness.
"Now it’s just you and me," Count Dracula said, stretching out his hand into the void and drawing out a blood-stained knight’s sword.
The Profane Knight’s Sword, possessing the power to counter "gods," its specific effect being a strong restraint against all powers bestowed by the gods.
"Here, you won’t be able to use the Prayer of Life."
"..." Xi Mu felt it, his efficiency in using life-related prayers had dropped significantly. This was not because Count Dracula had initiated his kingdom within the heart, severing his connection with the Goddess of Life, but purely because the power of "prayers" was extremely compressed here.
And this meant he couldn’t be reckless; if his heart or brain or other vital areas were pierced, he wouldn’t be able to rapidly heal using the power of the Prayer of Life.
