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

A monster...no, a demon.

The priest ran away in a panic, and occasionally looked back behind him. He saw a silver-armored knight laughing wildly, waving a sword burning with black flames, and walking through the blood believers like lightning. Every time he passed by, a blood believer was killed. It was ignited and turned into ashes in the scream.

If you are killed by that kind of guy, will your soul really not be taken away?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but start running away, fearing that Akhtar would kill him.

However, just as he withdrew his eyes and looked forward, a hand stretched out towards his face.

Through his fingers, Akhtar's face appeared before his eyes.

The heart fell into the abyss of despair.

"Where do you want to go?" Ximu grinned. In the frightened eyes of the priest, the palm of his hand burst into ash flames. In an instant, it was swallowed up by the priest and turned into ashes.

Then he turned his attention to the chasing blood believers and stretched out his palms towards the sky.

The red flames gathered into a ball and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if turning into a sun.

Hand waved down.

The condensed sun smashed down on the incoming blood believers, the hot air waves spread, and the ground turned into magma before contact.

"Boom!" The compressed ash flames erupted, and several nearby high-rise buildings were engulfed. The spreading flames poured in along the streets, burning out the blood believers who came at once.

"Miss, that guy is a humanoid dragon." The big man twitched the corner of his mouth and lowered his hands to resist the flames.

His palms had been completely burned by the flames. This was because he was in the edge area, otherwise he would have been directly burned to ashes.

"His magic power can't be squandered for long." Fleming, who was standing next to him, folded his arms with one hand and exited from the state where I could appear.

She analyzed calmly.

"As long as you continue to use a few large-scale attacks, the magic power will be exhausted."

"We will die before his magic power dries up!" The strong man was very desperate and wanted to defeat Akhtar at this time.

Don't you recognize the difference between each other clearly?

"Well, so we will evacuate temporarily." Fleming made a strategic shift without hesitation. She planned to adjust her mentality and wait for Akhtar's magic power to drop to a certain level before continuing the unfinished battle.

The strong man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Fleming would not get over it and would fight Akhtar to death.

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at the same time.

on the other side.

"Next, leave it to me." Mist clenched the long knife in his hand and said to the eight-legged horse beside him:

"This is my battle." She stepped onto the stone steps of the Blood Temple alone, without taking the eight-legged horse with her.

This is not only because the eight-legged horse is not her mount, and it is impossible to risk his life and become the enemy of the gods for her, but also because Akhtar needs the eight-legged horse more.

Akhtar, who loses the eight-legged horse, is equivalent to losing both feet, and his strength will be greatly reduced. Under the siege of blood believers, his life is very easy to be in danger.

So she planned to face the God of Blood alone.

"..." The little mare's hooves scraped against the ground, and she looked back at the city isolated by the barrier with a tangled expression. She wanted to go back to help Akhtar, but now she couldn't get in, so she could only stand in the barrier. Outside the war.

Wait, it seems that there is no way out. Since it is a sealed barrier, there is a high probability that the maintainer of the barrier will be outside.

If she can kill all the blood believers who set up the barrier, the barrier imprisoning Akhtar will disappear.

Then she can escape with Akhtar.

Thinking of this, she began to run around the city, looking for the blood believers who had arranged the barrier.

after a while.

"Gu~ kill me, I won't tell you even if I die!" The nun's face turned red and she tried to break away the hand that was holding her neck. Her bloodshot eyes stared at the girl with long milky white hair in front of her.

In response, the girl with long milky white hair frowned in displeasure and pinched the nun's hand with force. With the sound of her neck breaking, the nun in front of her lost the breath of life.

Fanatic believers are really tough talkers.

If you want to find the barrier installer outside the city, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You can only find a way to find out the location from the mouths of the blood believers.

"Why did things become like this?" She muttered softly, and the girl with long white hair straightened her legs and disappeared in place as if teleporting.

However, this was not teleportation. It was purely because the movement was so fast that people mistakenly thought she had teleported.

Obviously at the beginning she just wanted to accompany Akhtar and witness his life trajectory, but now she has to stand up and participate in the battle.

If she could go back to the past now, she would definitely tell her past self not to be deceived by Akhtar, that man was just lusting after your body.

But it's too late to say anything now.

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at this time.

now.

Within the boundary.

"Boom!" The flames engulfed several tall buildings. Ximu's figure jumped out of the flames, grabbed the cheek of a blood believer with one hand, and threw it like a spear.

The blazing flames streaked across the sky and hit a villa without fail, and then detonated like an incendiary bomb. The flames instantly engulfed the villa.

"You guys can't kill me like this." The wood fell on a square, and the impact of the fall spread, flying away the blood on the stone road.

The atmosphere was slightly stagnant.

The blood believers in the square looked at each other, feeling fearful of Akhtar's madness.

Death is not terrible.

However, they could not suppress their fear of Akhtar's madness.

"Don't be afraid, he's just one person!" someone shouted, roaring and rushing towards Akhtar, with a thin sword condensed with blood piercing out of his hand.

Stung into Akhtar's palm.

Success!

The blood believer looked surprised. He did not expect that he could hurt Akhtar. Could it be that Akhtar had fallen into weakness...

Realize this.

The blazing flames engulfed him and turned him into ashes in an instant, while Akhtar's pierced palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the way, Akhtar also has the blessing of the goddess of life, and can heal even if he is fatally injured.

"Ah... one against many is indeed very disadvantageous." Ximu frankly admitted that his situation was unfavorable.

He clasped his hands together and moved his lips.

"So, let's find some help."

The shadow began to squirm.

A woman wearing a black robe emerged. The aura of death contained in her body was stronger than that of a log, as if she was the embodiment of death.

Then the twelve knights also appeared from the shadows, and finally the demon wolves.

The atmosphere became oppressive.

The blood believers began to become timid. They were already desperate when facing Akhtar, but now they had to face a group of guys who seemed difficult to deal with.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Ximu asked with a smile, taking out a bottle of magic potion to restore magic power.

"Bang!" The blood line that penetrated from a distance accurately shattered the potion bottle, and Ximu turned his head to look at the source of the attack.

Fleming stood on the tall building and put down his clasped palms.

"I won't give you a chance to recover your magic power." She jumped down the stairs and rushed towards Akhtar.

After Akhtar summoned the Shadow of the Old One, his magic power had dropped significantly and it was impossible to maintain its original strength.

Now is the best time to defeat Akhtar.

"Ha...are you starting to feel confident again?" Ximu laughed happily and walked towards Fleming. The plan of these guys was to consume his magic power to a certain extent and then capture him alive. As long as his magic power is maintained at a certain level, It's impossible to appear.

So he could only weaken the magic power and attract the guy hiding in the dark.

Then gain the most experience points in the shortest time.

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at the same time.

on the other side.

"Why do you feel that Akhtar is the bad guy?" The goddess of lies looked subtle and turned to Eden to ask.

"That man's fighting style is nothing like a knight."

"Probably influenced by the Fire of Surtur." Eden's voice was a little uncertain as he looked at the battle between Akhtar and Fleming.

People infected by the Fire of Surtur will gradually fall into madness and have a fanatical urge to destroy everything.

"Is that so?" After scratching her cheek, the Goddess of Lies thought of something and couldn't help frowning, "If Akhtar becomes a demon and falls into madness, then he will not become another flame giant Surtur. Bar?"

Eden: "..."

"That human is very talented, isn't he?" the Goddess of Lies analyzed with a smile, "Based on his current growth rate, maybe the "Tree of Omniscient" will be burned down in the future."

She said as if casually.

"You will die too, right?"

"I have no reason to survive." Eden lowered his eyes, his voice unexpectedly calm.

When the Goddess of Lies heard this, she stopped smiling, carefully observed Eden's expression, and said seriously:

"Eden, do you want to die?"

No answer.

Eden calmly observed the battle. She wanted to know whether Akhtar could maintain his sanity as a "human" under the erosion of Surtur.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" The Goddess of Lies asked again. After seeing that Eden didn't speak, she didn't continue to ask.

The omniscient saint beside her is not a human being. Although she is created based on a human template, her essence is a branch of the "Tree of Omniscient".

A doll made from a branch cut off by the Omniscient God from the Omniscient Tree will never die as long as the Omniscient Tree exists in the world.

On the other hand, as long as the Tree of Omniscience is cut off or burned by the Fire of Surtur, Eden will also die.

From an outsider's perspective, Eden would probably hate everything related to the Fire of Surtur.

But in fact this is not the case.

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Draw the knife.

Fiery flames spurted from his chest, Fleming fell back, and his vision began to dim.

She looked at Akhtar's cold and slightly disappointed eyes, and stretched out her hand hard, wanting to continue fighting.

Why did he lose so completely?

"It's a pity that you almost satisfied me." Ximu said in a calm voice to Fleming, who had turned into a charred corpse:

"I hope we can meet again in hell."

"A man like you...is not easily satisfied." Fleming said regretfully, and then turned into ashes.

She wanted to capture Akhtar and sacrifice it to the God of Blood, and she also wanted to have a fair showdown with Akhtar.

Unfortunately, the reality is very cold.

She, who was praised as a genius, felt only strong despair when facing Akhtar. The two sides could not form the conditions for a fair duel from the beginning. There was only the strong crushing the weak.

However, she was not without results. After the fierce battle just now, Akhtar's magic power was greatly weakened.

He should be captured alive.

"Is the magic power running out?"

A strange male voice suddenly came.

Ximu looked in the direction of the incident and saw a handsome young man with short white hair coming over. He was holding a sharp rapier, his steps were extremely steady, and his temperament was calm and confident.

He was stronger than Fleming.

"Don't you want to wait?" Ximu moved his wrist and smiled at the approaching white-haired man, "My magic power has not reached the limit yet."

"My friend died in front of me, I can't be indifferent, right?" The white-haired young man shook his head and stabbed the ground with a rapier.

He asserted so.

"You... are just struggling to survive."

"Really?" Ximu smiled happily and shook the Sword of Light in his hand, "Can you take the Sword of Light that has been released?"

He looked at the solemn expression of the white-haired man and shook his head.

"It's not worth it to just release the Sword of Light and kill you alone."

"I'm really underestimated." The white-haired man smiled, but his expression was relaxed. They were indeed worried about the power of the Sword of Light and worried that too many high-level people would appear and be taken away by the Sword of Light released by Akhtar at once.

That's why they didn't take the siege, but chose to go up one by one to consume Akhtar's magic power.

"After all, you are very weak." Ximu smiled sarcastically, approaching the white-haired man step by step, and the blood flowing on the ground spread into ripples.

The white-haired young man looked cold.

He is not the second-generation rich man like Fleming, but a real strong man who has become a high-level member of the Blood Church by his own strength.

"Blood!" He raised his hand and pulled at the void. The blood flowing on the ground gathered into a sickle, and he was about to swing it in the direction of Akhtar.

However.

"Puff!" The greatsword of death pierced through his chest, and the blood-red sickle that condensed dispersed.

The white-haired man fell in a pool of blood.

Why is this happening? Akhtar is still in front of him, so it is impossible for him to be backstabbed.

"Have you forgotten my summons?" Ximu walked in front of the white-haired man and stabbed him with the Sword of Light.

The red flames devoured the white-haired man, and he added a sentence before the white-haired man's consciousness completely disappeared.

"Probably there will be no assassin stronger than her."

"..." Ximu turned his head to look at Miss Black Knife on the side. When the white-haired man approached, he asked Miss Black Knife to ambush nearby in advance.

When the white-haired man's attention was completely focused on him, he asked Miss Black Knife to perform a professional backstab.