After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 276 - 98: Arriving at the Temple of Plague
"But you’ll have to try your best," Xi Mu’s wrist twisted, blocking Count Dracula’s attack with the Great Sword of Death; a dangerous smile appeared, "If you can’t kill me now, then you’ll never have the chance again."
"Human, I will make your soul utterly fall," Count Dracula’s voice boomed, filled with unwavering intent to kill. He knew Ahtal spoke the truth; given Ahtal’s genius, it would take only a short amount of time to completely surpass him.
And naturally, he would also lose the chance to kill Ahtal.
"If you can manage that," Xi Mu stepped back, narrowly avoiding the Sword of the Blasphemous Knight, and then his body began emitting high heat, turning into what seemed like burning charcoal.
His smile grew cold.
"Vampire, if you fail to kill me, then... after that, I will hunt you down, and I will make sure to slaughter everyone by your side to nothingness."
"Human, do you still consider yourself a hero!" Count Dracula roared furiously, never expecting to be threatened by Ahtal, a man considered a flawless hero—this was beyond his expectations.
In response, Xi Mu coldly replied, "As a hero, I should eliminate all vampires."
From his understanding of Count Dracula, the NPC, there was a certain probability that he would flee when at a disadvantage. However, as long as Ahtal continuously taunted and threatened Count Dracula,
even if he found himself in total disadvantage, he would keep fighting to the death with the player until he was completely slain.
Cannot lose!
Count Dracula clenched his teeth, battling with that belief, ready to drain his soul dry if need be to slay Ahtal.
He could not accept the consequences otherwise.
"Clang—!" Blades clashed, creating a howling wind so fierce that it felt like the closest thing to the heart of the battle within a meter’s distance.
The cold moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the cathedral, casting shadows over the two dueling figures. Their rapidly moving bodies and swinging swords exceeded the limit of what the retina could see, and the spreading impact shook the cathedral.
...
...
Meanwhile.
Outside.
"Suna, is there something on my face?" Eden’s refined and puzzled face appeared, meeting Suna’s eyes. She noticed that Suna had been staring at her for quite a while without initiating any conversation.
Suna looked slightly taken aback before quietly saying, "You’re... looking at Ahtal, aren’t you?"
"Yes." Eden nodded gently, then her gaze returned to the battlefield. She was well aware of Count Dracula’s strength, having gone beyond human limits, so she worried that something unexpected might happen to Ahtal.
However, the actual state of the battle was somewhat different from what she had anticipated. The one with the upper hand... was Ahtal.
Not Count Dracula.
"Boom—!" In what might have been the umpteenth collision, the Sword of the Blasphemous Knight flew out of grasp, spinning several times in the air before piercing into the stone floor of the cathedral.
"I must commend you."
Xi Mu chopped off Count Dracula’s elbow with a backhand strike, then quickly thrust the spear that pierces the undead through the chest of Count Dracula before he could react.
"Dracula, you... are a decent guy; I doubt I’ll forget you anytime soon."
"I don’t want to be remembered by you!" Count Dracula had yet to give up fighting, attempting to pull out the spear stuck in his heart.
Compared to ordinary lives, vampires are much harder to kill, but if their brains and hearts are pierced, they will inevitably fall into death.
Unless they can turn into a primeval vampire.
Xi Mu said nothing, watching as Count Dracula continued to struggle, progressing from anger to powerlessness... to despair.
"Don’t worry, I have no interest in going after your people," he said as he approached Count Dracula, grabbing the spear that pierces the undead.
"What I said before was to deceive you." With that, he pulled out the spear, and Count Dracula, hearing this, also showed a relaxed expression. He believed in Ahtal’s word, after all, the man was a hero.
He shouldn’t lie to him.
Following Count Dracula’s demise, the Profane Cathedral began to dissipate like smoke, allowing Ahtal to return to the outside world.
"Ahtal, are you all right?" A familiar female voice came from beside him, Xi Mu turned to see Mist shaking off her blood-drenched long sword, surrounded by the corpses of a dozen followers of the Dusk Cult.
Her eyes revealed concern as she quickly approached him.
"Don’t worry," Xi Mu smiled gently, looking completely composed.
Yet, Mist could see that Ahtal was severely low on magic power, his condition had dropped drastically, clearly after a high-intensity battle.
The depletion of magic power was not necessarily correlated with the duration of the battle, but more so with the way it was used. If one continuously exhausted high levels of magic power, even someone with an immense reserve could deplete it quickly.
"Next, let me protect you," she said, stepping up to Ahtal’s side to take on the role of a guard.
Xi Mu smiled, looking at the tall, red-haired, stern yet imposing Mist beside him, and said:
"Let’s deal with that guy first," he pointed at Heracles in the sky. "Until that one is dealt with, the Dusk Cult will not stop their assault."
Mist looked where he pointed and fell silent.
