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

"There is good news and bad news." A hoarse male voice suddenly sounded. Ashiliya subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and saw a dwarf with a vicissitudes of life walking in. He put his hands in his pockets and smiled casually.

"Akhtar appeared near the mine tunnel." The vicissitudes of life male dwarf scratched his head and sighed:

"Now we can concentrate all the forces of the branch and try to take back the Sword of Light. It is more reliable than hiring killers again and again."

Ashiliya's eyes lit up slightly, and then frowned again: "What is the bad news?"

"The bad news is that we are surrounded." The vicissitudes of life male dwarf shrugged, "All exits are blocked by the army of Gear City. With the strength of our branch, it is not enough to break through. Now we are trapped."

Ashiliya: "..."

It is clear that they were surrounded by Akhtar who found an opportunity. There is no good news at all.

The weathered male dwarf seemed to sense Ashley's thoughts and explained, "As long as we delay for a while, the big shots from the upper echelons will come to support us."

He thought about it.

"About three hours."

"..."

Aishley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wanted to survive and was full of fear of death. After all, she was not a true believer of the dusk and had no fear of death.

However.

"But with the strength of our branch, it would be difficult to hold on for an hour." Spreading his hands, the weathered male dwarf added another sentence.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ashleya looked expressionless at the dwarf with a vicissitudes of life, and gnashed her teeth, "Spike, are you kidding me!"

"Just a joke, don't be nervous." Spike waved his hand and became serious, "There is a rock well at the bottom of the mine, which is directly connected to the underground magma river. As long as you dive into the rock well, you can escape safely."

"Jumping into the magma, this is the same as committing suicide..." Ashleya fell silent before she finished speaking. She held the blessing of the fire giant Surtur, and it seemed that she could move freely in the magma.

After all, magma is equal to the blood of the fire giant Surtur.

"The little princess seems to understand the way to escape." Spike smiled, "We will delay the army of Gear City, and the little princess should hurry up and escape."

"..." Ashleya opened her mouth and closed it immediately. This group of dusk believers are not afraid of death, but only want to burn the world into ashes.

So their logic at this moment is not to escape, but to delay Akhtar here and wait for the big figures of the Dusk Cult to take back the Sword of Light.

In this way, there is hope to unseal the fire giant Surtur.

"Don't worry, we are not so easy to kill." Spike smiled heartily, and his body surface became metalized.

He stretched out his hand that seemed to be made of black gold.

"With my defense, it is not so easy to be killed. Maybe I can take back the Sword of Light."

Ashiya nodded and then left the hut.

She still has some faith in Spike's strength. He has the ability to change his own composition. As long as he touches the corresponding substance, he can turn his body into the corresponding material state.

And Spike's body composition at this moment is black gold, a metal that is deposited deep underground and has extremely high toughness.

Once Spike relied on the transformation of black gold to resist the breath of the dragon from the front, and he was still unscathed.

The defense is unprecedentedly strong.

After a while.

Deep in the mine.

Cold.

Extremely cold, as if in winter.

This... is wrong.

Ashiya began to slow down her pace, and looked around vigilantly. She was underground, close to the river of underground magma, why was it so cold? This was obviously not in line with common sense.

Until she saw a familiar figure.

It was a handsome knight in silver armor. He stood by the lava well, stroking the neck of the eight-legged horse, and looked at her calmly.

"Why are you here, Akhtar!" Ashiya subconsciously took a step back, revealing a panicked look.

In response, Ximu smiled.

"Is this... worth being surprised?" He raised his hand and stroked the Hunting King Great Sword, and the black flame of death ignited.

"Your strength should have become stronger, right?"

Ashiya: "..."

During the time she was in the Twilight Cult branch, she had a deep understanding of the grace of the fire giant Surtur.

Now that she can bring out the grace of the fire giant Surtur, her strength is naturally stronger than before.

However, facing Akhtar who has become a hero, he still has no confidence.

"Did you send too few assassins to hunt me during this period?" Ximu approached Aishiliya step by step, and asked with some disappointment, "Have you given up hunting me?"

Because there is no money.

Aishiliya stepped back step by step, biting her lower lip and said, "You are waiting for me here!"

"Just to block your retreat." Ximu explained with a smile. He did not come here to block Aishiliya, the little boss, but just to prevent the Dusk Cult from escaping through the wellhead. He ran over to throw an extreme freezing bomb into the well to temporarily seal the flowing magma, so that he could hunt the Dusk Cult's experience packs.

"Wait, I am my sister's only relative!" Aishiliya reacted and planned to persuade with words, "If you kill me, my sister will have no relatives anymore!"

"You will meet in hell in the future." Ximu's voice was cold and horrifying.

Aishiliya was stunned. Before she understood what Akhtar said, she felt a pain in her chest. Akhtar took advantage of her moment of daze and stabbed the greatsword burning with black flames into her chest.

She didn't scream in pain yet.

Ximu raised his hand to press her mouth and pressed her body against the wall. His cold eyes were emotionless and he whispered in her ear.

"You are no longer useful now." After saying that, he tightly grasped the Hunting King Greatsword, allowing the more intense flame of death to wear away Aishiliya's immortality.

With the grace of the fire giant Surtur, Aishiliya's strength is at least level 70 or above. With the powerful immortality and destructive power brought by the grace, she can even exert a strength beyond level 70.

However, Aishiliya is too weak and can't exert her due strength at all.

It's like a new player who got a full-level account of a big boss, but has no way to play the level of a big boss's full-level account.

The dungeon that was originally easy to pass will be played by the newbie to the level of hell.

"Woo woo woo!!" Aishiliya tried to pry open the hand covering her mouth, and even forgot to use the power of grace. Her eyes widened with fear and tears of fear flowed.

She wanted to beg for mercy, and wanted Akhtar to spare her life for her sister's sake, but she couldn't speak with the hand covering her mouth.

"See you after I go to hell." Ximu said goodbye, and then drew the Hunting King Great Sword.

He walked out of the mine.

If Aishiliya could always arrange for killers of corresponding quality to come to the door, he would not kill Aishiliya, the experience package.

Unfortunately, Aishiliya seemed to have too little money to hire high-quality killers, so he could only harvest Aishiliya, the experience package.

Aishiliya's body fell to the ground.

The passing mare glanced at the dead human, and saw that the delicate-looking girl's chest was emitting the flame of death, burning the corpse into ashes.

The power of the witch of death is really useful. No matter how strong the immortality is, it is treated equally in front of the power of death.

You will not survive just because you have immortality.

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The branch of the Twilight Cult.

Ximu looked at the Twilight believers rushing out of the town and chanted a spell.

"The noble twelve knights, in order to practice justice, to eliminate evil, and to spread the glory of the king again."

As the fifth of the ten shadow magics echoed, the shadow behind him began to wriggle, and the twelve knights from the past knight dynasty emerged.

"Partner, I can do it myself this time." Ximu turned his head and said to the mare, and then launched a charge with the twelve knights.

He held the hunting king sword in one hand and the spear that penetrated the immortal in the other, and ran into the Twilight believers head-on.

The spear penetrated.

Ximu laughed wildly, like a string of candied haws, piercing through several dwarves in front of him, and the Hunting King Great Sword in his right hand chopped off the head of the dwarf attacking from the side.

"Hahahaha!!!" The wild laughter echoed, and Ximu walked through the battlefield. Before the dwarf corpses hanging on the spears were completely turned into ashes, fresh dwarf corpses were pierced and hung, as if the corpses hanging on the spears were used as fuel.

As he swung the spear, the black flames spread like splashed ink, and some unlucky dwarves were ignited by the burning black flames before they got close.

Even if they could get close, they would be chopped off their heads by the Hunting King Great Sword.

"Why do I feel that this man is crazier than us?" Spike, who was at the edge of the battlefield, had a subtle expression. He witnessed the Silver Armor Knight who was killing the Twilight Followers, and had the illusion that the other party was the Twilight Follower.

That Shura-like madness, the joy shown in killing, seemed to be something that even the Twilight Followers did not have.

Gritted his teeth.

Spike, holding the sledgehammer tightly in his hand, also rushed into the battlefield. As he kicked the ground with his feet, his body turned into black gold.

"Big Flame Hammer!" The body turned in the air, and the sledgehammer burning with red flames swung down at the madly killing silver armor knight.

"Bang!" The red flames and black flames collided, and the spreading flames blew away the dusk believers around.

The battlefield was suddenly vacant.

Ximu swung the hunting king sword, locked his eyes on the dark dwarf opposite, and then rushed over.

The collision of the hammer and the sword, the entanglement of the two-color flames, made the surrounding dwarves dare not approach at will, and tacitly dealt with the twelve summoned knights and the little mare watching at the edge of the battlefield.

"Ah!" With a kick of the horse's hoof, the dwarf's fragmented body flew out like a cannonball and hit heavily in an abandoned house.

The little mare snorted.

This group of dwarves is a bit ungrateful. She didn't join the battlefield purely because Akhtar didn't want her to, not because she was weak.

Otherwise, she could kill all the dwarves in this town by herself... no, a horse.

It wouldn't take long.

A few minutes later.

The fire engulfed the entire town.

The number of Dusk followers was reduced by half, from more than 200 dwarves to more than 20 dwarves.

The reduction in number means that Ximu can focus his attention and put his whole heart on the most difficult dwarves.

"You can't beat me without using the Sword of Light!" Spike smiled maliciously and was extremely confident, swinging the hammer in his hand wildly.

He didn't care about defense. His black-gold body was not afraid of any slash. He just needed to keep attacking.

The greatsword and the iron hammer collided violently. The spreading two-color flames dissolved the land into magma, and then were blown away by the impact.

Whether Akhtar could be defeated or not, this matter had a conclusion from the beginning. Akhtar, holding the artifact, could easily kill him with one knife.

However, after using the Sword of Light, Akhtar would fall into a weak period. When the high-level members of the Twilight Cult arrived, he would not have to face the sharpness of the Sword of Light and could easily seize the Sword of Light.

So now he is seeking death.

He is forcing Akhtar to use the Sword of Light, thus creating an opportunity for the big men behind to snatch the Sword of Light.

"Come on, let me see the glory of God!" Spike laughed, and with his full strength, he forced Ximu, who was originally evenly matched, to retreat.

He did not pursue, but raised his hand and patted his chest, making a metallic collision sound, and then showed a proud smile.

"Your sword can't break my defense."

"..." Ximu looked down at the damaged Hunting King Greatsword. The service life of this weapon is approaching its limit.

It was good to use before level 60, but as the strength increases, it is difficult to support high-intensity combat.

But this does not mean that the Hunting King Greatsword cannot support combat.

Hold the greatsword tightly.

Ximu rushed out like lightning, and the excessive power of death was poured into the Hunting King Greatsword. He swung the sword in Spike's confident smile.

The two sides passed by.

"Bang" the hammer fell to the ground, Spike turned his head to look at the position of the hammer, and saw that his broken hand was holding the hammer tightly, and gradually began to fade the black and gold color.

The arm was chopped off.

"I should have chopped off your head directly." Ximu looked at the surprised Spike and threw a scroll of pages.

"It can make me appear, which is a way to greatly enhance my strength." His smile was cold, and he stuck the Hunting King Greatsword into the ground.

"I'll give you three minutes to learn it. Don't let me down."

"..." Spike was stunned, his eyes revealed confusion, not quite understanding what this man wanted to do.

But he still picked up the book page on the ground.

And Ximu did not continue to do it, but actually watched Spike learn magic. The so-called "I can show myself" is a kind of magic that can greatly improve strength, which also means that more experience points can be exploded.

And with Spike's talent, it is enough to learn it within three minutes.

Three minutes later.

"I can show myself!" Under the pressure of life and death, Spike successfully learned it within three minutes. The black and gold on the surface of his body became more and more dazzling, and the hardness began to soar.

Then.

"Unfortunately, three minutes are up." A cold voice came out, and Ximu clenched the hunting king sword.

Before Spike completely transformed, he cut off his head.

The body fell to the ground.

Spike's body faded from black and gold, and blood flowed from the broken neck, soaking the hot ground.