After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

Chapter 102 All-night...massacre and tomorrow's judgment

Blood, splattering.

Ximu glanced at the fallen corpse with cold eyes, and then continued to walk forward. The moonlight outside the window fell on his blood-stained armor, shining with a terrifying luster.

The corpses behind him were burning with black flames, giving people the illusion that he had walked out of hell.

"Stop...don't go any further!" A nun holding a dagger blocked Ximu's way forward.

Her legs trembled, and warm liquid spread along her ankles, forming a small pool of water.

Ximu seemed not to hear it, and walked straight to the nun, and then stabbed the nun who dared not move to death with a sword.

He calmly drew his sword and passed by the nun.

"Big brother, I am not a believer of the Blood Church." A weak and pitiful voice came, and Ximu looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a little red hat in a red cloak walking out of the corner, looking at him with an uneasy look.

"Can you let me leave?"

"..."

Ximu looked at the Little Red Riding Hood in the red cloak beside him and recognized her identity. The lolita, known as Little Red Riding Hood by the players, has the ability to "revive the dead". As long as the body remains intact and the death time does not exceed one minute, it can be resurrected.

However, since Little Red Riding Hood is here, the werewolf known as the Big Bad Wolf must be here as well.

"Leave here quickly." He said in a cold voice, seemingly ignoring Little Red Riding Hood, but at the moment when they were about to pass by.

A poisonous dagger slipped out of Little Red Riding Hood's sleeve and stabbed at Ximu's back waist.

"Clang!" The Great Sword of Death seemed to have foreseen it and blocked the sneak attack dagger in advance. Seeing this, Little Red Riding Hood hurriedly retreated and threw out several daggers to interfere, so that Akhtar could not immediately pursue.

Ximu split the attacking dagger, looked at Little Red Riding Hood, jumped a few steps, and stood next to a werewolf with a vicissitudes of life.

"Nice to meet you." The werewolf with a vicissitudes of life smiled, took out the knight's sword from his back, and took an attacking stance.

"Is there no need to introduce myself?" As soon as he finished speaking, the knight's sword in his hand emitted golden lightning, and then he stabbed it hard into the ground, detonating the bomb buried in advance.

"Boom!" A violent explosion suddenly occurred in the corridor, and the werewolf took the opportunity to hold Little Red Riding Hood under his armpit and ran away.

Fight... Of course it is impossible. With Akhtar's fighting talent, as long as he touches him a few times, he will figure out the fighting routine and then be killed by Akhtar.

So from the beginning he didn't plan to fight head-on.

"Horn, that guy... has a fast reaction speed!" Little Red Riding Hood looked excited and waved a small dagger.

"It's as if he predicted my sneak attack!"

"Maybe he really can predict it." The werewolf ran away, complaining, and then suddenly hit the window on the side of the road, accompanied by glass fragments flying, and jumped into the garden outside the window.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly grabbed the back collar of Little Red Riding Hood and threw her towards the pond in the distance.

"Hey, hey, hey...is your reaction too fast?" The werewolf turned around, pointed the knight sword in his hand at Akhtar who was rushing over, and said:

"I still want to prepare more."

"You are not a believer of blood." Ximu said casually, and the werewolf nodded readily after hearing the words, but his footsteps were retreating step by step.

He spread his hands.

"The Blood Church hired me to deal with you."

"Really." Ximu responded coldly, observing the surroundings with his only remaining eye, and said:

"You set a trap here...right?"

"There is no trap, just me and you...one-on-one duel." The werewolf laughed heartily, "As a hero, you should not be afraid of dueling with me, right?"

He did not set a trap in the garden, but just arranged a magic circle in the garden in advance to expand the range of his ability.

"I'm not interested in wasting time with you." Ximu responded coldly. He knew the intelligence of the werewolf very well. He was a mercenary who was very determined to defeat the genius. As long as the player's popularity reached a certain level, there was a chance to meet this NPC character.

And this character had a special mechanism that could kill the player together with the player without the player knowing.

"The most devout follower of death, the sharp blade of death, with my blood, with my magic, show it here." Ximu chanted the spell, and the shadow behind him began to wriggle, and a woman in black appeared.

He handed the Great Sword of Death to Miss Black Knife.

"Cut him to ashes, and then kill all the blood believers in this city." After the words fell, Ximu took out the spear that penetrated the undead and continued to move towards the depths of the Blood Church.

Wait... isn't this right?

The werewolf fell into silence, looking at Akhtar's back as he left without hesitation, and then looked at Miss Black Knife who was approaching. He had a strange feeling that the other party... had known his ability for a long time, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why Akhtar didn't fight him.

His ability is Damage Synchronization, which can inflict his own damage on the enemy in a certain range in equal proportion, thus achieving the effect of exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

Under such a premise, no matter what abilities Akhtar has, no matter how amazing they are, it is meaningless.

Even if Akhtar can see through his fighting routine in a second and easily find his flaws, it will only end in mutual destruction.

But the premise of the Damage Synchronization ability is... a living person. If the enemy is a puppet, or a phantom of the past, then his ability cannot be activated.

"Akhtar, are you planning to run away?" He retreated and shouted at Akhtar's back:

"You are still..." Before he could finish his words, a black crescent moon slashed at him, and he hurriedly dodged.

Several black crescent moons shot over again, and before the werewolf could stand firm, he was completely chopped into pieces... and then burned into ashes by the black flames.

Horn, who was known as a genius killer, died easily.

Little Red Riding Hood, who climbed out of the lake, stared at this scene blankly, as if she had not yet accurately understood this fact.

Unless Akhtar knew Horn's information in advance and used long-range means to snipe, otherwise the victory of this battle must be theirs.

The normal development should be that Horn would find an opportunity to exchange his life with Akhtar, and he, who was waiting beside him, would... revive Horn before the time limit expired.

But the actual development was that Akhtar summoned an unknown woman in black and chopped Horn into ashes without leaving any.

"Why is this happening?" Little Red Riding Hood murmured, then looked up at Miss Black Knife who appeared beside her, only to see her raise the great sword of death and chop it down.

Consciousness stopped abruptly at this moment.

After doing all this, Miss Black Knife turned and disappeared, and began to slaughter the blood believers until all the blood believers in the city were killed.

Like a ghost, silent and traceless.

Miss Black Knife walked through the streets and alleys, beheading the blood believers she saw. On the busy streets, the blood believers who were originally walking had their heads suddenly cut off, gushing blood and falling to the ground, but people didn't even know who did it.

Such a strange scene continued to happen, and soon spread throughout the Kingdom of Kadiron, making people realize that something was wrong.

Someone... anyway, it looked like a human, was hunting blood believers.

At the same time.

In the blood believers branch.

Deep.

A private prayer hall.

"Bang" the door was suddenly pushed open, and a knight in silver armor walked in. He held a lance with a priest's body hanging on it.

The lance swung, and the priest's body flew out and fell at the feet of the statue. His eyes were still open and looked at the statue of the God of Blood above.

As if asking for help.

The Blood Bishop looked at this scene and opened his mouth and said, "Why... can you get here?"

He had obviously hired a very reliable strong man, a legendary mercenary with a 100% mission completion rate.

Why did it fail here?

"I killed my way in." Ximu answered carelessly, step by step approaching the Blood Bishop, "You dare to stay here, don't you run away?"

"Humph." The Blood Bishop snorted coldly, threw his cloak, and then stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the blood gushing from his palm gathered into a sickle.

"Why do you think I'm a bishop?"

In this world with gods, there is a specific assessment process for clergy. The better you apply the corresponding god's prayers, the higher your corresponding status.

And those who can use the corresponding god's prayers well also mean...the stronger their strength is. From this, we can also draw a conclusion.

The higher the status of the clergy, the stronger their strength is.

"Akhtar, you can still stay out of it now!" The blood bishop swung the blood sickle, and the blood-condensed slash brushed past Ximu.

Ximu answered with action, and the spear penetrated and collided with the blood bishop's sickle.

Sparks flew.

In the cramped prayer hall, the spear and sickle collided, and the spreading air waves smashed rows of benches.

With their current strength, they can collapse the prayer hall in an instant as long as they intend to, but the battle is not aimed at destroying external objects.

It is aimed at killing each other. The degree of destruction of external objects in the process cannot explain their strength.

"Don't think I'm worse than you heroes!" The Blood Bishop turned the blood sickle in his hand and turned it into a long whip.

Then he swung it hard and wrapped Ximu's spear around. The other hand gushed blood and turned into a spear and pierced through.

However, when he saw Akhtar grinning and fire gushing out of his teeth, the spear suddenly changed and turned into a shield.

"Boom!" The hot dragon breath gushed out, instantly drowning the Blood Bishop, and even ignited the entire prayer hall. The pillar of blazing red light penetrated and wiped out a corner of the Blood Church branch.

Even some of the Blood Church members who had not yet escaped were burned to death.

Da Da Da——

The footsteps were approaching.

The Blood Bishop crossed his arms, looked at the Silver-Armored Knight walking towards him, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn't Liliana tell you?" Ximu pretended to be puzzled, "I am a thief who steals the power of dragons."

The Blood Bishop: "..."

When Akhtar came to Kadilon, he arranged for Liliana to monitor Akhtar and report all the information he monitored.

And from beginning to end, he never heard from Liliana that Akhtar had stolen the power of dragons.

How does that damn believer of lies work?

"If you want to monitor me, you have to send someone you can trust." Ximu said in a cold voice, and then threw the spear in his hand, condensing into a substantial wind, wrapped in the power of death, like a bullet shot out of a gun barrel.

Although the Blood Bishop was well prepared and used blood to condense into a barrier and immediately changed his position, he was still pierced through the right shoulder by the spear, and the whole person was dragged backwards by the spear.

Then, Ximu added another dragon breath.

The blazing dragon breath, like the sun being carried, hit the flying blood bishop head-on.

"Bishop of the little god, don't be too confident." Ximu came to the blood bishop who was still alive, pulled out the spear that pierced the immortal, and then stabbed it into the heart again.

According to the setting of the game, the more profound the path of the gods' practice, the more powerful the believers who follow the path of the gods will be.

However, the blood god is not very enthusiastic about the exploration of the concept of "blood" and is addicted to male beauty.

This also indirectly leads to the general weakness of the blood believers.

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...

The next day.

Early morning.

"Judge me?" Mist drew out the long knife beside her, looked at the righteous nun in front of her, and said coldly:

"Then I can judge the righteous saint, right?"

"Of course." The nun smiled and nodded, and did not mind Mist's bad attitude.

Anyone who can become a saint is a person who is favored by God and has the qualifications to convey God's will and practice God's will.

And this often means that the saint has strong strength.

"Don't say that, what if the Saint of Justice declares you innocent." Liliana said with a smile, then turned to look at Eden and asked:

"What do you think, Lord Eden?"

"Maybe." Eden shook his head lightly without giving a clear answer, and Liliana smiled and then changed the subject.

"Then let's go and see the trial of the Saint of Justice."

"Please follow me." The nun nodded slightly and took the three people to the court.

After a while.

Entering the inner city.

Mist noticed something was wrong. The residents on the road looked at her with an unconcealable fear. As long as she looked at them, they would avoid them in fear, full of unnaturalness.

What's going on?

"They are all people who framed you." Liliana smiled, as if adding fuel to the fire, "You are going to be tried anyway, so why not kill them all now, so that no one will accuse you of massacre."

Mister: "..."

"Isn't it?" Liliana pinched her chin, "Whether it is an accusation or a lie, it is based on...someone. As long as you kill all the people who accuse you, doesn't it mean that no one will accuse you?"

She clapped her hands happily.

"Mister, you are not guilty now!"

"Pah!" The sound of knocking on the head sounded, and Liliana's face was full of grievances. She looked at Eden who was knocking on her head, and her innocent eyes seemed to question why he hit her head.

In response, Eden just cast a reproachful look.

"Actually, I was just joking." Liliana changed her tone and seemed very well-behaved. Although she had not been with Eden for a long time, she might feel a kind of...subtle suppression that could suppress her jumping temper.

The characters who can give her such a suppressive power are usually ruthless characters, otherwise how can they give her a subtle suppressive power.

"This doesn't sound like a joke." The nun patted her chest and complained to Liliana, "Please don't say such a terrible thing seriously."

"When they decided to frame a strong man, they should have thought of this possibility." Liliana said this, and suddenly covered her mouth in surprise.

"Don't they think that Miss is a good person and won't hurt them even if she is dying?"

She turned her head and asked the residents on the street.

"Guess if the trial doesn't go well, will Miss Miss be angry and kill all of you?"

There was silence.

All the residents present did not dare to respond, and everyone avoided Liliana's gaze. Gradually, some people began to run away because they couldn't stand it.

At this time, they finally realized... No, it was the massacre last night that made them realize that Miss, who was considered a "saint", might also kill people.

Misty, who was praised by the bards as being selfless and noble like the Virgin Mary, could also show her fangs to ordinary people.

…

…

Court of Justice.

“You are here?”

The Justice Saint put down her hands in prayer, looked at the four people who came in, and locked her eyes on Misty.

“Has the result of your trial come out?”

“…” Misty put her hand on the hilt of the knife, ready to draw the knife at the fastest speed at any time and chop off the Justice Saint’s head.

“Not guilty.” The Justice Saint said with a smile, looking at the blade that had reached her neck and the surprised Misty.

“Does Miss Misty want to attack the judge?”

“Not now.” Misty answered calmly. She originally wanted to chop off the Justice Saint’s head before she activated her ability.

“Why… declare me not guilty?” She asked, and the Justice Saint frowned and gave a distressed explanation.

"The people who accused you last night...either died or changed their tune." She sighed in distress, "If Liliana hadn't promised me that you would stay outside the city and never leave, I would have suspected that you killed them."

"I guess you were punished by God." A light laugh came, and Ximu walked in wearing blood-stained armor.

"Anyway, no one has accused you anymore." He came to Mist's side and smiled gently, "That's great."

"Sir A... Hetar." Misty gently extended her hand, her white fingers brushed across Ximu's cheek, across the blood stains.

She felt her heart being gripped by an invisible hand, and she felt like she was about to suffocate, with strong emotions she had never experienced before surging.

How much blood this man had stained for her.

Not sure.

She wanted to thank him, but she found that her thanks were too pale and powerless, and could not respond to the strong emotions surging in her heart.

In the end, she obeyed her instinct and chose to hug, hugging the blood-stained silver-armored knight into her arms, and rubbing Akhtar into her arms.

She hugged his cheek, his waist, and his back, like a coquettish kitten, like a girl greedy for the warmth of her lover.