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

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Ximu lowered his head and looked at Spike's body.

It is true that Spike's body defense is very strong, and theoretically he cannot break Spike's defense.

In the first round, he also used a relatively despicable method to kill Spike.

However, after he used the power of death to enchant the weapon, the situation changed dramatically.

The power of death can add a certain percentage of defense reduction effect to the weapon.

Originally, Spike's indestructible defense, under the defense reduction effect of the power of death, is not much different from that of ordinary people. He can chop off his head with a casual knife.

And this is why he likes to enchant the power of death for his weapon before the battle.

After all, the effect of the power of death is too good. Not only can it forcibly suppress the enemy's blue bar and health bar limit, but it can also add a certain percentage of defense reduction.

The deeper the power of death, the better the defense reduction effect.

Tap tap tap——

The mare came over and stopped beside Ximu, curiously poking Spike's body with her hoof.

Then he looked at Ximu with concern.

"Don't worry, my mental state is stable now." Ximu seemed to understand the look from the mare, and explained with a smile:

"The impact of Surtur's fire on me is not that fast."

At this point, he said jokingly.

"Before my mental transformation, I guess my vitality is exhausted."

Mare: "..."

This man seemed to have accepted the fate of death, but based on her understanding of the witch, Akhtar will definitely be solved by the witch to solve the problem of burning vitality.

So in the future, Akhtar should not worry about the problem of burning vitality, but the spirit affected by Surtur's fire.

As time goes by, it is unknown whether Akhtar will fall into madness.

If Akhtar really falls into madness in the future, he will probably become an extremely terrifying existence, and slaughtering a kingdom is considered... light.

Thinking of this.

The mare rubbed Akhtar's cheek with her cheek, seeming to comfort, and seemed to lament the future that had been anticipated.

Really sentimental.

Ximu touched the mare's neck, and when he was about to speak to comfort her, he suddenly frowned, then turned around and looked behind him, only to see a dwarf with strange spells on his face and arms as long as his knees, slowly walking out of the burning house.

The two people's sight lines overlapped into a line.

"What a keen perception." The dwarf with spells on his face smiled, as if in admiration, "You are worthy of being a hero praised by people."

He looked at the Sword of Light that Akhtar took out.

"Let's make a deal. Hand over the Sword of Light, and I can allow you to leave alive."

No words.

Ximu directly released the Sword of Light, and the unfolded pillar of light penetrated out, instantly submerging the dwarf, and the remaining force penetrated the mine.

The mare next to him also had a tacit understanding, directly holding Ximu's neck, and threw it on his back, leading Ximu to retreat at lightning speed.

She didn't care whether the dwarf with spells on his face could survive. After all, she only cared about whether Ximu was safe.

Ximu was now in a weak period, which meant that he had temporarily lost the ability to deal with danger, so retreating with Ximu was the most correct choice.

After a moment, the light converged.

The dwarf with strange spells on his face appeared. He didn't seem to have any injuries, but after taking a step forward, his body suddenly exploded, and then healed as if time had gone back.

This was repeated fifty or sixty times before it stopped.

"Fifty-six lives were consumed at once." The dwarf with spells on his face frowned, his face pale.

Before rushing to snatch the Sword of Light, he already knew that Akhtar had the ability to unlock the Sword of Light, enough to use an extremely deadly attack.

But since he dared to snatch the Sword of Light, it meant that he had the confidence to survive.

The immortal Haldi, this is their title in the Twilight Cult. Relying on his unique ability to store life, he creates an illusion that he cannot be killed.

Every other day, he can take a person's life, until after a hundred days, he can accumulate a hundred lives.

Before the hundred lives are consumed, no matter whether the heart is pierced or the body is burned to ashes, he cannot be killed.

And this is also the confidence that he dares to capture Akhtar.

However, the situation is still somewhat different from what he expected. The Sword of Light consumes more than fifty of his lives at a time.

It is not just consuming one of his lives.

The reason is unknown, it seems that the Sword of Light contains more targeted damage to the essence, so it can consume more than fifty of his lives at a time.

"Now he should not be able to unlock the Sword of Light for the second time." Haldi analyzed so, chasing in the direction where the mare left.

Now Akhtar is the weakest, and it is also the best time to seize the Sword of Light.

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Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

The white-haired girl stood by the bed, looking at Akhtar leaning weakly on the bedside, and handed over a cup of prepared potion.

"This is a specially prepared potion that can speed up your recovery." She deliberately raised the volume of the word "specially prepared".

Ximu didn't seem to hear the hidden meaning, and took the cup with great trust, drank it all, and then exclaimed:

"It's so sweet, I made you bother." He handed the cup back to the white-haired girl with a gentle smile, "You are... such a gentle person."

The potion was obviously bitter.

The white-haired girl looked down at the cup, and then looked at Akhtar's gentle smile. Could it be that Akhtar had a problem with his taste.

"I will leave when I recover tomorrow." Ximu interrupted the white-haired girl's thoughts, and the white-haired girl glanced at Akhtar after hearing this. There was a little dissatisfaction in her cold eyes, as if to Say something like, "You know how to get me into trouble."

After encountering danger, he came to her house on horseback as soon as possible. This would obviously cause trouble for her, but considering that she and Akhtar were already allies.

Therefore, Akhtar was allowed to stay.

"It's better to use the Sword of Light less." She glanced at the Sword of Light placed beside Ximu's bed and reminded her in a cold voice,

"The more you use the Sword of Light, the easier it will be to attract the attention of the flame giant Surtur, and the easier it will be for you to fall into madness."

After that, he turned and left the bedroom.

outside the door.

The white-haired girl looked down at the cup in her hand. She didn't know whether it was out of curiosity or for other reasons, but she gently wiped the inside of the cup with her fingers.

Then he licked his fingers with his little tongue.

The bitter taste rises.

Her delicate and pretty face wrinkled up at this moment, and she quickly stuck out her tongue. It was indeed very bitter, and the man said it was very sweet.

fraud!

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The next day.

Ximu spent the night unharmed. Except for a few violent explosions outside the city that disturbed his sleep, there were no twists and turns worth mentioning.

"Drink the medicine." The white-haired girl stood beside the bed and handed a cup of specially prepared potion to Ximu. This time she deliberately made the bitterness a little higher.

In response, Ximu calmly took the cup, then put it to his lips under the gaze of the white-haired girl, and was about to drink it.

He put down his cup and asked:

"What happened last night?"

"No." The white-haired girl lied expressionlessly. She met the assassin who came to kill Akhtar last night and sent him away smoothly.

As for why he didn't kill him, it was because the assassin's immortality was relatively strong, and he couldn't be killed even if he was crushed into a pulp.

"Aren't you chasing me?" Ximu nodded, and then drank the potion in the cup under the expectant eyes of the white-haired girl.

There was no reaction, no frown.

The white-haired girl showed a disappointed expression, and then asked: "Is there something wrong with your taste system?"

Ximu smiled: "Want to check?"

"You used the taste-blocking potion in advance, right?" The white-haired girl seemed to realize the truth, but Ximu just kept smiling when he heard the words and did not tell the answer.

In fact, he did drink a potion that blocked his sense of taste. After all, it was easy to guess the little girl with white hair.

In order to retaliate for his deception, he made the potion bitter as a prank.

"Next time I will make a spicy potion." The white-haired girl turned around and left expressionlessly, seemingly without any emotion.

But the footsteps leaving were louder than usual.

Pleasure.

Ximu smiled, not feeling guilty at all for bullying the white-haired girl. On the contrary, he felt happy.

After all, the white-haired girl would not show her emotions under normal circumstances, and she would only have obvious mood swings when someone bullies her.

This...who can bear not to be bullied?

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Two hours later.

The white-haired girl pushed open the door and walked in. She was holding a cup of spicy potion that she had prepared, ready for Akhtar to drink it.

However, it was discovered that Akhtar had left early as expected.

"You run so fast." With a slight snort, the white-haired girl turned around and left the bedroom, her steps a little brisker.

This time it was her victory.

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outside the city.

By the dark stream.

Ximu rode the little mare, looked at the blindfolded nun who came out of the woods, and asked, "Can you find the dwarf from yesterday?"

"Master Ashes knows that he is still alive?" The blindfolded nun seemed a little surprised, but thinking that Ximu's teacher was the Witch of Destiny, she felt normal again.

She spoke softly.

"Lord Ashes, please let me deal with Haldi. You need enough rest now."

"No, take me to him." Ximu stretched out his hand to the blindfolded nun. The blindfolded nun hesitated for a moment, but chose to hold his hand.

With a strong tug, the blindfolded nun was pulled onto his horse.

"Show me the way."

"Ah...yes...please come this way." The blindfolded nun pursed her lips, feeling a little...unaccustomed to being held in Lord Ashes' arms.

This isn't hateful.

It was just that she had never experienced it before. This was the first time that she was held so intimately in the arms of the opposite sex, even though Master Ashes did this to show her the way.

But does this mean that Lord Ashes is not so resistant to her existence?

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Ten minutes later.

On a hillside.

"Lord Ashes, Haldi is hiding in that stone house." The blindfolded nun raised her finger and pointed to the stone house next to the lava river in the distance.

Ximu followed his lead and saw that the doors and windows of the old stone house were closed, making it impossible to determine whether there was anyone in the house.

But he trusted the blindfolded nun's judgment.

After all, the blindfolded nun is a woman who can communicate with Ragnarok. Apart from the person who caused Ragnarok, the blindfolded nun is the existence most favored by Ragnarok.

So she was able to follow the guidance of Ragnarok and reversely locate the believers of Ragnarok.

In other matters, the blindfolded nun may not be professional, but in matters related to Ragnarok.

There is no need to question her professionalism.

Taking out the Sword of Light, Ximu aimed at the stone house on the opposite river and released it without hesitation. The pillar of light pierced through the air, flew over the lava river, and hit the stone house head-on.

This scene was like someone holding chopsticks and stabbing hard at the cake, and everything along the way was pierced.

And after this blow.

Ximu's magic power was completely exhausted, and even the Sword of Light in his hand could not be held tightly, and fell from his hand.

The Sword of Light was inserted into the ground.

The mare's hoof rubbed the ground, and was very alert to the blindfolded nun. Now Ximu was very weak, and the Sword of Light fell to the ground again.

If the blindfolded nun wanted to snatch the Sword of Light, there would be a great success rate.

The blindfolded nun seemed to have sensed the different atmosphere. She looked at Ximu and subconsciously stroked the bracelet given by the witch of fate Hecate.

This is Lord Huijin testing my loyalty.

This is not a bad thing, but it means that Lord Huijin has begun to try to trust himself, otherwise he would not take such a huge risk to test.

"Lord Huijin, I am your nun." She bent down, pulled out the sword of light, and handed it to Ximu.

"Please believe that I will never betray you."

"What if I want you to give up guiding me to become the destiny of the initiator of Ragnarok?" Ximu asked, and changed the subject before the blindfolded nun was embarrassed.

"No need to answer now, after all, we don't know each other well enough."

"Lord Huijin is really gentle." The blindfolded nun smiled softly. If Lord Huijin forced her to make a choice at this time, she might not be able to give a satisfactory answer.

She lowered her head gently.

"I will think about this question carefully."

"I look forward to your answer." Ximu chuckled. He didn't really care about what the blindfolded nun was thinking at the moment. As long as the blindfolded nun was in a dilemma and began to think about whether it was more important to follow the guidance of the fate of Ragnarok or to remain loyal to him, it would be enough for him.

Later, he only needed to slowly guide the blindfolded nun and increase his weight in the blindfolded nun's heart. When he fought with the fire giant Surtur and began to decide who would be the initiator of Ragnarok, the blindfolded nun's eyes chosen by Ragnarok could play an important role and guide Ragnarok to pay more attention to himself.

Of course, the premise is that he has to help the blindfolded nun get his eyes back. If he can't help the blindfolded nun get her eyes back, then the blindfolded nun is just a guide.

It didn't help much in his battle with the fire giant Surtur.