After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 275 - 97 Profane Cathedral_2
By now, he no longer had the high tolerance for errors that he once had.
"Why do you think I would lose just because I don’t possess the power of the Goddess of Life?" he surveyed his surroundings, where the moonlight scattered through stained glass fell upon a statue of a goddess streaming with bloody tears.
"Because you are weaker than me," Dracula asserted, his Sword of the Blasphemous Knight hung low, advancing step by step toward Ahtal, sparks flying as the blade scraped against the ground.
In terms of strength, he had surpassed the limits of human capability.
While Ahtal had only just reached the limits of human capacity, there was a fundamental difference in strength between them, as long as Ahtal lacked the immortality bestowed by the Prayer of Life.
Then he thought winning would be as easy as turning over his hand.
"Boom—!!" Count Dracula’s speed suddenly increased, his Sword of the Blasphemous Knight slicing through the air, stabbing toward Ahtal’s neck.
And as if foreseeing the attack, Ahtal swung the Great Sword of Death in his hand, blocking the incoming blade.
"Clang!" The dim cathedral reverberated with the sound of clashing swords, brilliant sparks tearing through the darkness, briefly illuminating the church.
It also allowed Ahtal and Count Dracula to see each other’s faces clearly, their eyes reflecting one another, both filled with absolute certainty of victory.
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...
Outside.
"Let’s begin, for the great vow to burn the world." Maqilizor crouched down, his palm pressing against the ground, his shadow beginning to squirm and spread, transforming into a pitch-black door that slowly opened.
Several giant snakes burst out, opening their sharp fangs, biting into the miniature continent in the sky.
The bodies of the snakes, stretching hundreds of meters, transformed into bridges.
The followers of the Dusk Cult and the odd creatures then launched an attack toward the tiny continent in the sky.
"Where did they get so many minions from?" Atalante held her bow and arrows, sniping at the odd creatures approaching from the sky. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
From her understanding of the Dusk Cult, they shouldn’t have had so many minions, but in actual combat, she found... the Dusk Cult had a pile of minions, and a large part of these minions were humans and elves.
Yet, the base composition of the Dusk Cult should all be dwarves.
"I heard it’s too cold, causing many people to begin worshipping the Flame Giant Sulter to stay warm," Lola said while swinging her sword, slaughtering the approaching followers of the Dusk Cult, and casually passing the information to Atalante, who was back to back with her.
Upon hearing this, Atalante fell silent for a moment, then regained her composure, refocusing her attention on the oddities in the sky.
Now that the followers of the Dusk Cult were enemies, no matter their reasons for worshiping the Flame Giant Sulter, she couldn’t afford any mercy.
She had to ensure that the demon seal wasn’t broken.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Wait, don’t chase me!" Suna ran out of the cathedral in a panic, pursued by an Octopus Lady, her skin tender and pale, slender fingers equipped with suckers, clinging tightly to a water-blue thin sword, continuously stabbing toward Suna’s back.
"All-Knowing Saintess, just a woman who only knows how to run away!" the Octopus Lady taunted while the tentacles beneath her skirt writhed like spider legs, closely chasing after Suna.
Initially, she thought she had encountered the All-Knowing Saintess and would surely be easily defeated, but the reality was that she was chasing the All-Knowing Saintess.
Who would have thought the noble All-Knowing Saintess would be so weak in combat.
"If you don’t chase me, I won’t run!" Suna honestly replied, currently lacking the ability to return from death, and if she were killed... she would only be able to serve beside the Three Goddesses of Fate in the high heavens, thereafter unable to interfere in all earthly matters.
And she still had lingering affections for the mortal world.
"Goddess, help me!" she began to pray to the Three Goddesses of Fate, when her foot tripped over a stone, conveniently dodging the Octopus Lady’s stabbing sword, her body tumbling into a pit.
She then saw a little girl wearing a silver-grey cloak with white hair and red eyes; they stared at each other in surprise, seemingly still not processing the situation.
The atmosphere turned awkward.
"Now you have no way to escape, do you?" the Octopus Lady also caught up, standing at the edge of the pit, looking down at the two below... wait, why two, it should have been only the All-Knowing Saintess alone.
However, reality didn’t allow her much time to think.
"Boom!" In an instant, the scorching Dragon Breath submerged her, and the intense heat turned her into a roasted squid, emitting an enticing burnt aroma.
"Thank you..." Suna came to her senses, turned her head toward the white-haired loli who closed her smoking mouth, and wanted to inquire about the other’s identity.
In response, the white-haired loli tugged at her hood, then hurriedly disappeared from sight. Suna shouted several times, but there was no response.
It seemed she didn’t intend to converse with her.
Nevertheless, she had ultimately escaped danger. Now, all she needed to do was to quickly find Eden or Ahtal to ensure her own safety.
Thinking thus,
Suna crawled out of the hole and ran in the direction of Eden. She had considerable confidence in the All-Known Saintess Eden, believing that as long as she could reach Eden’s side, there would be no danger.
After all, this was someone who could return from death and still retain her memory.
Very fortunately, Suna crossed the chaotic battlefield, avoided the crazed followers of the Dusk Cult and the monsters, and successfully found Eden, who was quietly kneeling on a flattened stone slab surrounded by several unconscious followers of the Dusk Cult.
Not far away was the strongest human drinker, Sol.
Compared to other parts of the battlefield ablaze with war, this place seemed incredibly peaceful as if nothing had happened here, save for the few unconscious followers of the Dusk Cult lying on the ground.
"Eden, are you okay?" Suna wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand and sat down beside Eden.
Here, she was absolutely safe.
"I’m fine." Eden calmly shook her head, her emerald eyes gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, Suna saw nothing but monsters dancing in the sky. But when she turned back to look at Eden, she saw... a battle.
Reflected in those emerald eyes was the battle between Ahtal and the vampires in the narrow church, unfolding as a fight to the death.
"Haah!" Count Dracula, with a bellow, his Sword of the Blasphemous Knight burst into blood light, and his speed suddenly increased, unleashing continuous slashes pouring down on Ahtal.
"Clang, clang, clang!!!" The endless bloody blades collided with the black-flamed Great Sword of Death, each impact sparking magnificent fireworks. The blade’s bursting impact turned into wind blades, shredding the church’s benches.
The vampire, who had lived for over a thousand years and harbored immense hatred for deities, possessed skill and power that were nearly flawless.
Very strong.
But... that was just it, very strong.
"What?!?" Count Dracula couldn’t help but squint his eyes; the skills he had honed... had their flaws discerned.
At the very moment he was about to swing his next sword,
Ahtal preemptively intercepted, breaking the inertia of his swing and counterattacked, his black-flamed Great Sword of Death grazing his cheek, leaving a deep bloody mark that was instantly seared by the flames.
"Nothing surprising there, living long generally makes one rigid-headed." Xi Mu shook the Great Sword of Death, watching Count Dracula step back a few steps, cautiously touching the scar on his face, his gaze as calm as ever... no, rather indifferent.
It was a kind of indifference that completely disregarded others’ existence, which could also be understood as... pride, an innate condescension that arises from regarding others with utter contempt.
This guy is... a genius.
Count Dracula recalled this fact. Through the long history, there have been many such people, all of them geniuses capable of driving world changes, referred to by others as demons or witches.
And their common trait is the unconscious... pride, looking down on everything from a high vantage, condescending to all from above.
Because they are geniuses, they can win every battle.
Because they are geniuses, there are no challenges.
Because they are geniuses, they can do everything.
"Annoying fellow." Count Dracula voiced his inner feelings; he detested Ahtal’s gaze, reminding him of the God of War, the one who had brought him an everlasting shame.
He charged forward again.
"I will rip out your... eyes!"
