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

Chapter 84 Infinite Sword... Ahem, Weapon System

The Goddess of Death, still no reaction.

Seeing the battle over, the doll girl began to feel... helpless and fortunate.

However, since the goddess of death did not come out, it meant that the mission had to continue.

"Hehehe, what a wonderful performance." She raised her hand to cover her lips and taunted the statue of the goddess of death in the center of the square.

"The goddess of death is really a coward. She has no reaction after so many believers were killed. She is really... trash, trash~"

"Shut up!" Sharon seemed to be unable to bear it and put the sickle in front of the doll girl's neck.

In response, the doll girl's expression instantly turned cold. She looked at the nun in a black latex suit beside her and laughed:

"Even I would be angry." She restrained her cold expression and glanced at the overlapping doll kingdoms in the sky, and her eyes happened to fall on Akhtar.

"If you don't want me to hurt the people you care about, just take back the sickle."

"..." Sharon subconsciously followed the doll girl's line of sight and happened to see Akhtar.

She was silent for a moment and took back the sickle.

"Oh, you seem to really care about that human?" The doll girl covered her mouth with both hands in surprise, and her voice became vicious.

"Then I seem to know how to torture you."

"... Humph, he is just my boss." Sharon was silent for a moment, and then snorted disdainfully, "We have been together for less than a day, do you think I care?"

The doll girl laughed: "Who knows."

She didn't care whether Sharon cared about Akhtar or not, the key point was to reasonably increase the difficulty for Akhtar.

After all, Akhtar was her boss.

Everything that happened now was arranged by Akhtar, and she was just a subordinate who executed the plan.

And under the clock tower.

The prayers gradually became smaller.

The psychological defenses of the death believers have gradually begun to waver. Being ridiculed by the cultists, the goddess of death did not react at all.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow.

After all, they all know the threat of the Witch of Death, and they also know that once the gate of hell is opened, the Witch of Death will break free from the seal.

So for the sake of justice, abandoning a small group of believers is a seemingly reasonable choice.

But if they are the small group of believers who are abandoned.

The thoughts in their hearts are completely different.

Despair.

Collapse.

Crying.

It seems to be an infectious disease, spreading among the believers of death, and some people began to regret why they did not join the duel and let their souls go to hell.

"Wuwuwu... I don't want my soul to be captured by the witch." The young nun couldn't help crying, and her tears were like pearls that broke off the string.

She was not afraid of death. There is a real hell in this world, and after death, it is nothing more than going to another world.

But if you are captured by the witch, there is no way to go to hell.

And it is said that the witch is very keen on torturing souls, stuffing people's souls into candles that will never go out, and burning souls with flames forever.

"Are we... not worthy of being saved?" Some more determined believers of death began to doubt themselves and tried to find the reason from themselves.

At the same time

In the puppet kingdom.

In the arena.

"..." Ximu came to the audience and sat down. He skillfully took out bottles of magic potions and started drinking them, preparing to restore his magic power as soon as possible.

What he was going to face next was not a one-on-one hero duel, but a one-on-ten duel. After all, he didn't want to waste too much experience points.

So he arranged the script in advance. When the heroes duel, the puppet girl would be like a vicious villain, trying to target him everywhere, deliberately adjusting the number of his hero duels, and putting him in a seemingly extremely dangerous situation.

Later, he just had to chop all the way according to the script.

And at this moment.

"Really leisurely." A light laugh came, Ximu turned his head and looked at the source of the voice, only to see Michael coming over and sitting next to him very naturally.

Ximu threw away the empty potion bottle, looked at Michael, and asked, "Now is a rare rest time, don't you take the time to recover your magic power?"

"Don't worry, my magic power is not too much loss." Michael smiled heartily and told his status very frankly.

After reaching a certain level of strength, the number of people is not very meaningful, whether killing 10,000 people or 1,000 people.

For him, there will be no obvious loss of magic power.

"It's really too strong." Ximu sighed, and then took out another bottle of potion and drank it. Now he has absolutely no chance of winning against Michael.

Even if all the heroes of Black Rose cooperate, they have no chance of winning against Michael. After all, Michael's strength is not the peak of human beings.

Although he has not become a demon, he is also above level 100.

Of course, he is not worried about being an enemy of Michael now, after all, Michael has a senior licker, the so-called God of Blood.

In order to protect Michael's safety, the God of Blood will take Michael away from the Black Rose Kingdom and get rid of the threat of the Witch of Death.

So he doesn't need to worry about being an enemy of Michael.

And even if the God of Blood can suppress his dog-licking nature, he has a way to reasonably eliminate Michael so that he doesn't have to face Michael head-on.

After all, he made the rules of the hero duel.

"Compared to the witch, my strength is nothing." Michael shook his head and chuckled at Akhtar who was drinking potion beside him.

"And you will be stronger than me sooner or later."

"..."

Ximu was silent, as if deliberately changing the subject, and asked: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

In response. Michael smiled: "Since we are already friends, then of course we come to chat."

The purpose of this trip is indeed to chat, not for any special reason, purely because he is more interested in Akhtar.

Ximu nodded: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, how about talking about life ideals?" Michael thought about it and asked Akhtar tentatively. He was quite curious about what ideals Akhtar had. After all, Akhtar was a well-known hero and basically had everything people desired.

Ximu pretended to think for a moment and answered, "Wanting to become a demon, is it considered a life ideal?"

Michael: "..."

Before Akhtar answered, he had imagined several answers, and he could easily strike up a conversation with each answer and bring himself and Akhtar closer.

However, Akhtar's answer was too honest. Even if he thought about becoming a demon, he would not say it directly.

But Akhtar told him without hiding anything.

"What is your ideal?" Ximu asked. Although he knew Michael's ideal a long time ago, it was still necessary to trigger a conversation.

After all, the character of Michael is related to a very special plot line, which allows players to deeply understand the setting of the game Mysterious Gate.

From the secrets of the birth of the gods, and how to break through the limits of the human realm in an unconventional way, you can find it in Michael's plot line.

Of course, he didn't want to follow Michael's plot line completely, as long as he killed the God of Blood.

Michael thought about it seriously when asked. Thinking of Akhtar's frankness, he also expressed his ideal.

"Is it too arrogant to want to become a god?"

"..." Ximu was silent for a while, looked into Michael's eyes, and then smiled with relief, "It's normal for you to have this idea."

"..."

Michael showed a curious look. His idea was even more unrealistic than becoming a demon. Why did Akhtar think it was normal?

In this regard, Ximu explained:

"If you want to realize your ideal, you need power and a legal identity. It's natural to want to become a god."

Michael, who was sitting next to him, was not a high-ranking existence who longed for the immortality of gods. It was purely because Michael wanted to realize the world in his heart, so he must have the power and status of gods.

Otherwise, Michael could not realize his vision.

It's not for immortality.

It's not for being worshipped.

It's not for power.

And because Michael feels that he can create a better world and make everyone live better than now.

This is why Michael wants to become a god.

"I feel like you have seen through me completely." Michael laughed happily, looking at Akhtar with a close look. This man... completely understood him, making him want to communicate with Akhtar more deeply.

However.

"Michael, I... have something important to talk to you about." Some gnashing voices came, and the God of Blood suddenly appeared behind Ximu and Michael.

He looked at Ximu jealously and whispered:

"Michael is... a man, don't get so close to him."

Michael: "..."

"Being a man doesn't prevent us from being friends." Waving his hand, Ximu didn't seem to hear the jealousy in the words of the God of Blood.

He deliberately put his hand on Michael's shoulder.

"Men don't need to keep their distance." After saying that, he deliberately pinched Michael's shoulder, and the soft touch was the same as that of a woman.

The God of Blood was even more jealous. This human deserved to die. He had never pinched Michael's shoulder, but he remained calm.

After all, the Death Witch's eyes were now on the Black Rose Kingdom. If he attracted the attention of the Death Witch, he might really die here.

So he adjusted his breathing.

"Michael, I have something urgent to tell you."

Michael nodded, then stood up and smiled at Ximu, "Akhtar, it's nice to chat with you."

"I hope to see you next time." Waving his hand, Ximu watched Michael and the God of Blood leave, and then cast his eyes on the duel field.

And at this moment.

"Let's start the second round of the game!"

On the clock tower, the doll girl smiled and said.

"The rules of this game are hero duels. Each hero carries a thousand souls behind him. As long as the hero dies in the duel, the thousand souls he carries will be taken away by the witch lady, and he will lose the qualification to go to hell."

At this point, she touched her cheek.

"Of course, there are rewards. The last surviving hero will have the opportunity to meet the Witch of Death."

"Maybe there's a chance to persuade the Witch of Death to let everyone go." As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers, puppets fell from the sky one after another, randomly selecting some unlucky people and pulling them into the sky, landing in the arena of the corresponding heroes.

No more, no less, each arena was a thousand... No, one arena was ten thousand, a full ten thousand people filled the arena.

"By the way, some sad news."

The doll girl glanced at Sharon beside her and said in a deliberately long tone, "In order to take revenge on someone, I cut off my head."

She met Sharon's angry gaze.

"So I decided to increase Akhtar's number ten times, which means... Akhtar needs to challenge ten heroes at once."

"If you fail, the souls of those ten thousand and one people will be taken away by the Witch of Death."

Sharon pursed her lips, her eyes frighteningly cold.

However, she no longer dares to target the doll girl. Although she is not afraid of death, she does not want to implicate Lord Akhtar.

So now...she can only endure it.

Now any words can stimulate the doll girl and maliciously target Lord Akhtar, causing Lord Akhtar's soul to be taken away by the Witch of Death.

If she has a chance to survive, she will definitely pursue the doll girl by any means necessary until she kills every clone of the doll girl.

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arena.

"Come with me and go to the core duel field." The clone of the doll girl stood next to Akhtar and said in the same bad tone as always.

"Duel under the watchful eye of the Death Witch."

"..."

Ximu glanced at the crowd surrounding him, and left silently with the doll girl, heading to the arena where the Death Witch was.

Soon after.

Under the guidance of the doll girl, Ximu walked in the dark corridor, bottles of potions thrown behind him.

Until the light comes into view, the vision suddenly becomes clear.

Opposite him was an empty-handed dwarf, his eyes helpless as he looked at each other, their eyes intersecting.

"Ten thousand souls versus a thousand souls." The dwarf scratched his head, stepped closer to Ximu, and asked a question.

"Which one do you think is more important?"

"Usually I choose to beat up the person who raises the question." Ximu took out the hunting king sword and approached the dwarf step by step.

The dwarf on the opposite side was the most difficult duelist among the ten duelists he had to face, so he deliberately chose to let the other side appear first.

Make sure you are at your peak to deal with the opponent.

"People who ask this question are usually not easy to beat." The dwarf shook his head helplessly and opened his arms, "Expand my...weapon arsenal."

Along with the low voice, the scenery suddenly changed.

The arena turned into a cave with flowing lava, and weapons of different styles were inserted into the ground.

The dwarf had already put on his armor, picked up a hammer beside him, and explained to Ximu who was approaching.

"I have personally touched every weapon here. They are all powerful weapons containing combat skills. Any enemy can find a way to target them."

As a dwarf, he was very obsessed with weapons and longed to possess all the precious weapons in the world, so he was born with the ability to record all weapons. In the kingdom in his heart, all the weapons he touched could be reproduced. And you can freely use the slashes contained in the weapon.

So no matter what enemy you face, you can target it.

Of course, this was not without flaws. In his mind, there was still a quality gap between the kingdom's weapons and the real weapons.

However, with so many quantitative corrections, it is not a big problem.