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

Blood Temple.

Mist raised her head and looked at the God of Blood on the throne.

I believe it is not as tall and sacred as the bard described it, but rather like a mummy, with bones attached to the skin and shocking blood flowing from the sunken eye sockets.

"God of Blood, you...are about to die." She asserted, holding the long knife tightly in her hand, ready to fight back at any time.

However, the God of Blood did not respond to such disrespectful words, as if he was completely dead.

And it was at this moment that Mist realized one thing, she had...the opportunity to kill the god.

God originally had no concept of death, which meant that he could not be killed, but the God of Blood was forcibly given the concept of death.

Now she can kill the God of Blood, and as long as she kills the God of Blood, all blood believers will lose the power of blood prayer, which means Akhtar can escape the seal of the barrier.

And her brother can avoid being insulted by the God of Blood. She can save the two people she cares about most at once.

Ta da——

The sound of footsteps echoed in the temple, and Mist approached the God of Blood step by step without any hesitation.

However.

"Stop moving forward, mortal!" A majestic voice came. Under Mist's gaze, blood overflowed from the God of Blood's body and flowed to the ground, gathering into a pool of blood.

Then, a man emerged from the pool of blood. He was very handsome, holding a cane inlaid with gems. He was wearing clothes that symbolized the pope. His aura was very close to that of the God of Blood.

"It's really surprising that the Blood Pope is... the companion of God." Mist's voice was too calm, and her steps did not slow down.

She never misses an opportunity to kill the Blood God, even though a god's companion can share the god's authority and explore the limits of the path with him.

But it is sharing after all. As long as the god who is the source of power becomes weak, the power of God's partner will also weaken.

It is impossible to maintain a power equal to that of God.

"Even if my divine power is weakened." The Blood Pope shook his head slightly, his expression turning cold.

"It doesn't mean I'm getting weaker."

No answer.

Mist drew her sword, and the light of the sword cut the air and collided with the Blood Pope's scepter.

"Boom!" The diffusion shock shook the Blood Temple, and the two beings who transcended the limits of the human realm started a fierce fight.

at the same time.

In a conference room with the door closed.

"..." The man with the cross scar on his face couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "Can't we work together to catch Akhtar?"

He stated the speculation.

"With Akhtar's existing magical power, he probably won't be able to activate the Sword of Light."

In response, a strong woman with taut muscles raised her hand to stroke her short blond hair and asked with the man's aching expression:

"Have you ever used the Sword of Light? Do you know how much magic power is required to activate it?"

She yawned.

"Whether two people are fighting against Akhtar at the same time, or ten people are fighting against Akhtar, the threat of the Sword of Light is the same."

"If you can deal with Akhtar alone, it's better to deal with it alone." The casual words told a very cold fact and gave up the man's idea of ​​besieging Akhtar.

The man scratched his head and sighed:

"I used to hear that the villain in the story could clearly beat the protagonist in a group, but he still had to send him off one by one."

He smiled bitterly.

"Now I kind of understand." After saying that, he stood up and left the conference hall, pushed open the door without hesitation, and disappeared into the sunlight.

When the strong woman saw this, she leaned back on the chair and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. She was the next person to fight Akhtar.

However, in Akhtar's current state, there should be no chance of winning, unless Akhtar can come up with some trick.

After a few minutes.

News of the war broke out and the men who went to capture Akhtar died in battle.

Hmm... He is indeed a hero, he is capable of things that others cannot.

But there is good news. Now Akhtar's magic power is indeed about to bottom out, and even the dragon's breath cannot be released.

It has indeed reached its limit.

"Geglan, the rest is up to you."

On the main seat, the director of the Inquisition, with his hands crossed and fingers crossed, spoke to the strong woman with a serious expression.

"It doesn't matter if you break your limbs, but you must capture them alive."

"It would be too troublesome to capture him alive." Gegelan stood up, waved his hands with his back to everyone, and his figure disappeared in the light and shadow of the door.

…

"Bang!" Gegelan jumped from the building, and his thick feet landed on the solid stone road, causing cracks like spider webs.

She raised the giant ax in her hand, pointed at Akhtar who was standing opposite in a pool of blood, and said seriously:

"You are very handsome. I want to have sex with you once."

"Huh...?" Ximu tilted his head, as if he didn't hear clearly. Seeing this, Gegelan shook the weird-shaped giant ax in his hand.

"If you lose to me, you will be severely humiliated by me. I haven't tried what it's like to be a hero yet."

Ximu was not angry and said: "If you lose, I will only kill you."

The woman he faced this time was called Gegelan, a relatively well-known NPC character. As long as the player makes his face look good and has a corresponding reputation, Gegelan will covet the player's body.

If defeated, they will be physically and mentally humiliated by Gegelan.

Of course, the game officials will not give the specific insult process, but only give the player a paragraph of text, you have suffered a double insult of body and mind.

By the way, an achievement of [Gegran's praise] is also attached.

"The premise is that you can do it!" Gegran laughed loudly, clenched the giant axe in his hand, and chopped it in the direction of Ximu.

"Boom!" A corner of the city was split open, and the diffusion impact hit the barrier heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

And after doing all this.

Gegran turned around and ran without hesitation. She knew that her fighting skills were far inferior to those of Akhtar, a genius. As long as she fought a few times, Akhtar would figure out the way of fighting.

So her fighting ideas were very simple, always maintaining long-range attacks to consume Akhtar's magic power.

However.

"Gurgle." Ximu took out the magic potion bottle that restored magic power and started drinking it one bottle after another.

The magic power that was almost at the bottom was also restored.

Gegran's escape steps stagnated, and then turned around and rushed towards Akhtar.

"How much magic potion do you have left to restore your magic power?"

"It's almost gone." Ximu grinned maliciously, flames overflowed from his teeth, and then the red flames engulfed everything.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that a mushroom cloud suddenly appeared in a corner of the city, and the blazing flames swept through, tearing the remains of the building like a hurricane, and in an instant it was dissolved into magma by the terrifying high temperature.

"This is too messy!" Geglan flew backwards, blocking the incoming shock wave with a giant axe, while twisting to observe the surrounding situation to prevent Akhtar from attacking.

In Akhtar's current state, using such a strong large-scale attack is undoubtedly a waste of magic power.

Unless Akhtar's attack is to... pave the way, or to cover up some key information.

"Wait, are there two Akhtars?"

Geglan suddenly widened her eyes. In the blazing flames, she saw two Akhtars. Whether it was the breath... or the appearance, there was no difference, as if they were the same person.

Is it a clone or an alchemical item?

Before she had time to think about it, she saw Akhtar raise the Sword of Light and swing it at her.

The light began to roar, drowning Gegran at an unavoidable speed, just like erasing text with an eraser.

The trace of Gegran's existence completely disappeared.

"It's time to end."

Ximu retracted his sight and looked at the clone beside him. It was his reflection, with all the skills and props he should have.

The ninth of the ten kinds of shadow magic, reflection in the mirror.

This is a genius who existed in an unknown age... He has the ability to reflect everything about others. As long as he is within the range of his reflection, he can reflect a person's appearance, strength, and equipment.

However, the actual feeling of the player is to summon a clone, and this clone is stronger than the original body.

That's right, the clone summoned by the player is better than the player in terms of ability, prayer, magic, and equipment.

Of course, this is only limited to novice players. After playing a few more rounds, there will be no such thing as a clone being stronger than the original body.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Ximu sat cross-legged on the ground, with many empty bottles of magic power around him and a sword of light beside him.

He was visibly weak now.

But at this time, no one dared to try whether he was really weak.

A moment later.

"Akhtar, surrender!" A little girl holding a magic wand came over with a crying voice.

She was just a candidate for the Inquisition, but now she had to face a ruthless man like Akhtar.

It was obvious that she would die here.

Ximu observed the little girl, struggled to stand up on his knees, and smiled: "Come... catch me."

He stretched out his hand.

The little girl was stunned when she saw this, and tentatively stretched out her hand and grabbed Akhtar's wrist.

"Why do you want to be caught by me?" She asked curiously, and then got an unexpected answer.

"Although it's easy to kill you." Ximu shook his head and smiled gently, "But you don't have hostility towards me, right?"

He answered.

"Let's just forget about killing the child who was forced to go to the battlefield."

The little girl pursed her lips. She suddenly felt relieved, but then she felt guilty again.

It was obvious that she had bad intentions, but Akhtar, as an enemy, was considerate of her.

"I'm going to take you to the Blood Temple." She whispered, grabbed Akhtar's wrist, and walked towards the Blood Temple.

Ximu did not resist the whole time, allowing the little girl to pull him away.

This scene made the Blood believers who were watching from a distance feel a little doubtful about life, as so many people had already sacrificed.

Now tell them that as long as they send a non-hostile little girl, they can take Akhtar away.

Then what's the point of so many people dying.

……

…

The barrier that blocked the city was lifted.

The little girl led... no, to be more precise, she supported Akhtar, and walked along the winding stone steps towards the Blood Temple.

More than ten minutes later, the two arrived at the Blood Temple.

The expected sacredness and solemnity did not exist. Except for the throne, everything was destroyed beyond recognition.

"What... is this?" The little girl opened her mouth and found her head was being held down.

She looked up and saw Akhtar smiling.

"Leave the Blood Temple, your mission has been completed." Ximu staggered, lowered himself towards the throne and walked out.

The little girl touched her forehead, hesitated for a moment, and left the Blood Temple obediently.

Regardless, her mission was accomplished.

"We meet again, Michael." Ximu kept smiling and smiled at Michael next to the throne:

"Glad to see you're okay."

"My friend, I too..." Michael smiled, but found that his sister had arrived in front of Akhtar at some point.

"Ah, we have a really good relationship." He was stunned for a moment, watching Mister hugging Akhtar tightly, and immediately realized that his sister had different feelings for Akhtar. "

"Your only biological sister is going to be kidnapped." The Blood Pope chuckled, "Michael, don't you have any ideas?"

"Akhtar is a man worth trusting." Michael replied with a smile, "I have no reason to object."

His words were very sincere.

"Is there anything more fortunate than being able to entrust your most cherished family members to your trusted friends?"

"That man is not worthy of trust." The Blood Pope's voice was cold and he sneered:

“Do you know how many people Akhtar killed?”

"Yes, I know very well." Michael responded, having a rough guess about what Akhtar did.

He knew that Akhtar must have killed many people, but this was not a reason to hate Akhtar and feel that Akhtar was not worthy of entrustment.

"Hmph." The Blood Pope snorted and turned his attention to the two young men and women hugging each other. Akhtar and Mist hugged each other for a long time before reluctantly separating.

"Mister, have you been caught?" Ximu cast his gaze towards the God's Seat and landed on the God of Blood who resembled several corpses.

He knew that the God of Blood was not dead yet and retained a certain degree of fighting ability. Now he was just focusing on fighting death.

Mister was silent for a moment and explained:

"The Blood Pope is the companion of the Blood God, and they still retain very strong power."

"Since you already have a partner, why do you want to capture Michael?" Ximu asked in confusion, looking at the Blood Pope:

"Don't you care if your partner cheats?"

Blood Pope: "..."

This human is a bit annoying, and now he wants to strangle Akhtar to death, but he maintains the calmness that a strong man should have.

"Partners are not equal to husband and wife." He explained and poked the ground with his stick, "Akhtar, let's make a deal."

Ximu frowned and asked, "What do you want?"

"Let the Witch of Death undo the poison of death contaminated by my god." The Blood Pope answered, "Do you have a way to contact the Witch of Death?"

"Okay." Ximu was extremely happy, "Give me a sacrifice, and I can summon the Witch of Death right now."

"You seem to have misunderstood my words." The Blood Pope shook his head, "You need to find a way to persuade the Witch of Death to remove the poison of death from my Lord."

Ximu remained expressionless and asked, "Why do you think the Witch of Death will listen to me?"

"You have this value." The Blood Pope's voice was calm, as if he had determined that Akhtar had a certain degree of value in the eyes of the Death Witch.

Ximu's expression was subtle: "You don't believe this yourself, do you?"

"I believe it." The Blood Pope lied with a straight face. He actually did not believe that Akhtar was qualified to make the Witch of Death change her mind. But who made the Blood God think that Akhtar had such value that he had to order to capture Akhtar alive? Tarr comes to threaten the Witch of Death.

"In other words, I am very important...right?" Ximu suddenly realized, and immediately put the sword of light on his neck.

"Let Mister and Michael go, or I will die in front of you."

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Blood Pope's eyes widened. This man's first counterattack was to threaten them.

"Do you think this can threaten me?" He sneered, and saw Akhtar stabbing his heart through without hesitation.

"I will die in about ten seconds. It's your choice."

"Yes." The Blood Pope agreed without hesitation. Akhtar pulled out the sword of light that pierced his heart and used healing prayer to restore the pierced heart.

After confirming that Akhtar's heart was healed, he changed his tune:

"But I can only let Mist leave."

"..."

Ximu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was considering whether to drill another hole in his heart.

"The God of Blood will not let Michael leave." The Blood Pope said, "We also need to restrain your bargaining chip."

His voice was calm.

"If you want, you can also choose to let Mist stay."

"No." Ximu subconsciously refused, but immediately felt that something was wrong, and turned away his head in embarrassment.

"I mean...Mist, no, it's just...well...it's very complicated anyway."

"It's okay, I understand." Michael smiled and nodded. He didn't have any resentment at all for Akhtar's choice to let his sister leave. It would be better to say he felt happy.

"Then do this." Ximu turned around and smiled at Mister, "Mister, you..."

"I want to stay." Mister shook her head. She wanted to let Michael leave and stay to face everything with Akhtar.

However, Akhtar put the sword on his neck and his voice revealed helplessness:

"Leave here, or I will leave this world."

"..."

Mister was silent for a long time, her stern and determined eyes dimmed, like a bright gem covered with dust.

She had never been so powerless.

Not only did she fail to rescue her brother, but she also put Akhtar in danger. This was a complete failure.

"Believe me." Ximu smiled gently and looked at Mister with dim eyes, "I will be safe."

"...Understood." Mister nodded gently. She did not believe Akhtar's comfort, but fell into deeper despair.

However, she still responded to Akhtar with her actions, turned around and left the Blood Temple, and disappeared under the gaze of everyone.

The back of the valkyrie, who was as stern as a Valkyrie, looked extremely...sad and desperate at this moment.