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

"What a pity." The goddess of lies showed a disappointed expression, "It's rare that she wants to show her value."

She put on the mask again.

"Human, you will be in danger next." After saying that, she turned into a breeze and disappeared on the spot.

"Should I feel honored to be cared for by the goddess of lies?" Ximu smiled calmly, then turned his eyes to the witch of death and said:

"When I rescue Michael, I will definitely thank you solemnly, and please look forward to my... gift."

"It's not easy to make a witch look forward to a gift." The witch of death smiled lightly and looked at Eden and Mist who were walking by.

She turned into a dark blue flame and disappeared on the spot.

"But I'll just raise some expectations." After saying that, the dark blue flame burned out, and the figure disappeared on the spot.

"In fact, I haven't thought about what gift to give." Ximu twitched his mouth and pretended to be distressed.

He turned his head and looked at Eden who was walking over and asked.

"Is there any gift that the witch is looking forward to?"

"The value of a gift is given by people." Eden answered calmly, and came to Akhtar, "The Witch of Death has expectations of you."

"Expectations of me?" Ximu fell into thought, and then shook his head again, looking towards the direction of the Blood Temple.

"Let's consider rescuing Michael first." He summoned the mare, pulled Mist onto the horse, and rushed towards the Blood Temple.

But Eden did not leave, turned around and looked to the side, only to see the figure of the Goddess of Lies leaning out from behind the tree.

Greeted her with a smile.

"Long time no see, Eden." The Goddess of Lies kept smiling, approached Eden, and sighed from the heart.

"There really hasn't been any change."

"Lie, what is your purpose in contacting the witch?" Eden asked calmly, and the goddess of lies blinked her eyes and answered confidently:

"Of course it's for deception."

"Really." Eden nodded gently and wanted to turn around and leave, but found that the goddess of lies had already hugged her arm.

"Don't go, don't go, I still want to chat with Eden." The goddess of lies said while dragging the reluctant Eden away.

At the same time.

The Blood Temple.

Unexpectedly prosperous, high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and supporting facilities were complete, except... no one.

Da Da Da——

The little mare looked disgusted and stepped on the bloody streets. The city was full of blood, blood seeping from the edges of windows, blood overflowing from manhole covers, and blood spurting from cracked water pipes.

This city seemed to be soaked in blood, every brick was stained with blood, the strong smell of blood was suffocating, and every step was wet and sticky.

This was more annoying than a rainy day.

And at this moment.

Light... no, it was a blood line that suddenly shot out from a distance, directly cutting off the street where the little mare was, and even cutting off the nearby high-rise buildings.

"Tsk, what a disgusting horse."

On a high-rise building in the distance.

The mature woman with long red wavy hair put down her clasped hands, looked at the collapsed high-rise building in the distance, and said with an unhappy look:

"We must restrict that horse, otherwise we will never be able to catch Akhtar." She turned her head and said to the nun behind her:

"Let them open the barrier." After the words fell, she suddenly kicked the ground with both feet, and her body shot out like a cannonball, chasing after Akhtar.

Seeing this, the nun who stayed in place raised her hand and touched her ear, notifying the blood believers guarding the city to deploy a barrier to block the city.

The Blood Church had investigated Akhtar's intelligence in detail and found that Akhtar had a mount with an extremely fast movement speed. As long as Akhtar rode the eight-legged horse, there would be no chance to capture Akhtar.

So they designed a plan.

A very despicable plan.

"It's really enviable." The woman with long red wavy hair landed and looked at Akhtar riding a horse not far away, saying:

"Let's talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Ximu stroked the sword of death with his palm, igniting the black flame symbolizing death.

"This city has been blocked by the barrier." The red-haired woman smiled, "And Michael is now lying on the bed of God, I guess..."

Before he finished speaking, the knife flashed by his side, and Mist appeared beside the red-haired woman at some point, with the blade on her neck.

In this regard, the red-haired woman was not panicked at all. She raised her hand and grabbed the long knife on her neck, and blood flowed from her palm.

"Only one person can leave. You choose."

She kept smiling.

"It's still in time to rush now."

"Want to defeat them one by one?" Ximu seemed to guess the red-haired woman's thoughts, but still got off the horse.

"Mister, you and your partner go to rescue people first."

"It's not a good thing to act according to the enemy's intentions." Mister opened her red lips and was reluctant to separate from Akhtar.

In this regard, Ximu smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter, I will win."

"Understood." Mister chose to believe, turned over and rode on the mare, looking at the barrier that opened in the sky.

But the mare was tangled, and her hoof rubbed the ground, and she found something very bad.

Next, she seemed to face the gods.

"What's wrong, partner?" Ximu turned around and looked at the little mare who didn't leave, showing a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will win."

I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about me!

The filly rolled her eyes and stamped her hoof on the ground, and Ximu finally saw what the filly meant.

He smiled.

"The God of Blood is very weak now, and you will be able to escape with your partner."

"..."

The little mare thought for a while, looked at Akhtar's gentle smile, and chose to believe it. She felt that Akhtar would not cheat her.

Without her, who can carry Akhtar everywhere in the future.

Thinking of this, she stamped her eight feet on the ground and disappeared like lightning, rushing towards the Blood Temple.

The speed was so fast that Mist had no time to say goodbye.

"Ah... As expected of a hero, it's easy to understand." The red-haired woman smiled as if she was mocking, "For the sake of my companions, I chose to stay alone and delay."

She raised her hands, and the skin on both sides began to surge.

"Bang!" Blood splashed, like a balloon exploding, and the skin flew in all directions, exposing the muscles and blood vessels under the skin.

This is not simply self-mutilation, but bleeding efficiently.

"Fleming, the Pope's daughter." The red-haired woman with skinless hands smiled at Ximu, "The next step is our one-on-one battle."

"No...wait." Ximu was not in a hurry. He took out a scroll, threw it to Fleming, and then inserted the sword of death into the ground.

He crossed his arms and said:

"With your talent, ten minutes...is enough?"

"Can you reveal me, right?" Fleming opened the scroll and watched it carefully. She had heard that Akhtar distributed a powerful magic to the heroes in the Black Rose Kingdom, allowing everyone to learn it. All heroes have received huge strength improvements.

"Why should I learn this?" she asked Akhtar while reading the scroll.

"I'm no hero."

"Maybe it's to... stall for time." Ximu replied casually, waiting for the Fleming Society to reveal me.

In today's Blood Temple, except for a few powerful blood believers, all have evacuated. Otherwise, sooner or later they will be infected by the curse of the Blood Temple and fall into uncontrollable madness.

This results in the Blood Temple having very few NPC characters that can be used to farm, and the quality is relatively high.

Ten minutes later.

"——Can I appear!"

Fleming clapped his hands hard, and his body underwent a huge change, from the sexy red-haired lady with big waves to a moving mass of blood.

However, if you look closely, you can see that she still retains muscles and bones, but the blood covering her body is too thick, making it seem like she has turned into a pool of blood.

"So ugly." An accurate and objective evaluation. She basically has no human appearance now, and is basically just a ball of blood.

"But it's so easy." After saying this, Fleming clapped his hands, and blood burst out between his palms and penetrated Akhtar.

"Boom!" Several tall buildings were penetrated, but Akhtar, who was supposed to hit, disappeared from where he was.

"Buzz--" A fierce heat wave came from beside him. Fleming turned around and saw that Akhtar's body was radiating high temperature, like burning coals, and the swirling air flow was accompanied by sparks flickering.

"You have to work hard to satisfy me." Ximu smiled evilly, and then kicked the ground suddenly. With the blood splashing under his feet, his whole body seemed to be a bullet, shooting out at an alarming speed.

Can see clearly!

Whether it was dynamic vision or reflex nerves telling him this, Fleming was sure that he could master the rhythm of the battle.

However, the next second after contact.

"What——!" The great sword of death suddenly accelerated, so fast that Fleming couldn't even react. The edge of the sword cut off her arm directly, and she was kicked hard in the abdomen, and her whole body fell down. Fly out.

When Ximu saw this, he grinned wildly, and blazing flames overflowed from his teeth. He fired a dragon's breath without hesitation. The raging flames instantly flooded the entire street, igniting several nearby high-rise buildings, and then exploded suddenly.

The remains of the high-rise buildings spread in all directions, carrying ash and fire, as if they were falling meteorites, smashing into nearby streets and houses.

Fire and blood filled the battlefield.

"The intelligence is wrong!" A strong man carried the seriously injured Fleming and ran away into the distance, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Originally, he wanted to sneak attack while Akhtar was fighting Fleming, but unexpectedly... the battle ended in an instant.

The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.

"Cough cough cough... I was careless, let me go!" Fleming came to his senses and wanted to break away from the strong man and continue fighting Akhtar.

Since the other party is willing to fight a fair fight and leaves it to her to reveal myself, then she must let Akhtar enjoy himself.

"Miss, please recognize the reality!" The strong man couldn't help but complain and ran away even faster, "You can't beat me at all!"

"I was careless. I didn't expect that his attack would suddenly accelerate!" Fleming immediately retorted, and then his voice dropped again, saying words that were inaudible.

She also realized that she might not really be able to win.

She has been known as a genius since she was a child. She has never lost and thinks that she is not inferior to Akhtar.

After all, she has gone through so much training.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Sudden.

A miserable cry came from the front, and the strong man suddenly stopped, his legs rubbing against the ground, splashing blood on the ground.

He looked ahead with fear, and saw Akhtar pinching the neck of a blood believer with one hand, and the blazing flames drowned the blood believer, and turned it into ashes in an instant.

Put down your hands.

"The battle has just begun, are you going to run away?" Ximu asked the strong man and Fleming in front of him. His pupils had turned into vertical pupils, and his body surface was like a burning flame, emitting an astonishing high temperature.

The power from the red dragon, combined with the enhancement of the nest of life, and the increase brought by the burning of life by the flame of ash, the superposition of the three states, made his strength leap forward.

This state will undoubtedly consume a lot of magic power, but with the support of the long magic bar of the dragon clan, it is not a problem to support an hour or two of fighting.

"Miss... run away quickly." The strong man put Fleming down, took a fighting posture, looked at Akhtar who was walking step by step with a serious look, and couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

They were clearly hunting Akhtar, but now they had the illusion that they were being hunted by Akhtar.

"I've already said it, I was careless." Fleming covered his lower abdomen, looked at the inhuman Akhtar opposite him, and said:

"Let's continue the one-on-one battle."

"Your friends don't seem to think so." Ximu sneered and looked around. He saw blood believers wearing red robes and holding various weapons, surrounding him.

"You are the hero Akhtar, don't blame us for being mean." Someone held the sickle in his hand tightly and slowly approached Akhtar.

"This was expected." Ximu shook his head, increasing the power of the ash fire to burn vitality, and the spreading hot air flow made people feel like they were in the desert.

"You are just consumables used to consume my magic power." He ruthlessly pointed out the fact that this group of people were consumables arranged by the Blood Church to consume his magic power.

The red flames flickered, and the increasingly powerful flame magic burned and twisted the air.

"Consumables are often burned out." Ximu sneered, and the blood believers who surrounded him also launched an attack at this moment.

Moved to avoid the scythe that was slashing.

Ximu raised his hand to grab the cheek of the blood believer who was attacking, and the hot ash flames suddenly erupted, igniting the attacker's body, and then suddenly threw it at another blood believer.

"Boom!" The ignited attacker turned into a human bomb, and the erupting ash flames engulfed several nearby blood believers.

The momentum of the siege weakened at this moment.

However.

"After death, it's just going to heaven and serving the blood god forever!" Someone among the besieged believers shouted, which made the originally hesitant blood believers firm up their minds and launched a death charge towards Akhtar.