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

"The Hammer that Shocks the Mountains!" The dwarf tightly grasped the hammer in his hand, his bulging arm muscles bursting with blue veins.

He stared at the silver-armored knight rushing over, and threw the hammer in his hand with all his strength. The moment it slipped out of his hand, lightning suddenly burst out.

It seemed that what he threw out was not an iron hammer, but thunder thrown by the gods, which shot towards the silver-armored knight at an extremely fast speed that was difficult to avoid.

"Boom!" The lightning burst out and spread in all directions. The strong impact set off a lava wave of dozens of meters.

And after doing all this.

The dwarf did not declare victory, but grabbed a red knight's sword beside him, kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole person retreated rapidly.

He looked alert and observed the surroundings.

Before the battle began, he had heard the legend about Akhtar and knew Akhtar's deeds very well.

A man with superb fighting skills can easily defeat the enemy even if there is a huge gap in magic power.

From what he knew, the enemies that Akhtar mainly faced were obviously stronger than himself.

However, the result of the battle gave people the illusion that Akhtar was stronger.

So at the beginning of the battle, he had already made a decision not to fight Akhtar in close combat.

Instead, he took advantage of his ability to use different weapons and skills, and kept firing weapons from a distance.

He absolutely could not fight in close combat and be taken away by Akhtar's combo.

And as expected.

Not long after he left the place, Akhtar had already shot out from the lightning and landed at the place where he was not long ago.

Why could he easily avoid the Hammer of Shaking Mountains.

Such a thought came to the dwarf's mind, and the red knight sword in his hand had been thrown at Akhtar.

The red flame seemed to turn into a laser, leaving a red afterimage on the retina, and at the same time he also observed the means by which Akhtar disappeared.

At the same time as he threw the Red Knight Sword, Akhtar acted in advance as if he had foreseen it, turned into a ball of starlight and disappeared on the spot, avoiding the attack of the Red Knight Sword in advance, and approached him at a high speed.

That man mastered the trajectory of his own destiny.

The dwarf recognized the magic used by Akhtar. After the astrologer grows to a certain level, he can artificially interfere with the trajectory of his star, rewrite his destiny, and change his position in this world.

The astrological magic used by Akhtar is to accelerate the trajectory of his star, so that his position has shifted.

It caused the same result as teleportation.

However, unless it is a being like Hecate who has mastered the trajectory of all destiny, even the top astrologers can only teleport within a distance of five meters.

And the time interval of this teleportation must be at least five seconds.

Therefore, the battlefield must be expanded.

Thinking of this.

The dwarf casually grabbed a standing spear beside him and activated the hidden combat skill on the spear. Red thunder lingered on the spear.

Then he threw it at Akhtar.

When he saw Akhtar split the spear with a sword, triggering the thunder on the spear and causing a violent explosion.

"Pah!" The dwarf clapped his hands suddenly, his eyes widened and bloodshot, and the magic power in his body was instantly consumed by more than half.

The cave continued to expand at this moment, and weapons began to materialize as the cave expanded.

Now he has enough space to face Akhtar calmly.

It should be like this.

"Puchi!" The sharp sword passed through his abdomen from behind. Before the dwarf could react, he felt that he was kicked hard, and his body rolled on the ground like a ball.

Why did Akhtar suddenly come behind him?

The distance between the two sides should be more than ten meters, not to mention that Akhtar took the spear hard, so he should not have the spare energy to launch teleportation.

"There shouldn't be any distraction in the battle." Ximu walked towards the dwarf who was covering his chest step by step. The blood slid down the blade of the sword, dripped on the hot ground, and evaporated into water vapor.

"You seem to have misjudged me." He came to the dwarf who was covering his abdomen and stabbed down with the sword.

The sword edge brushed the dwarf's cheek.

"Why... don't you cut off my head?" The dwarf was stunned and found that he was not killed. He looked at Akhtar's indifferent expression.

"You are carrying 10,000 souls."

"Hehe... you are also carrying a thousand lives." Ximu's voice was unusually calm, and he took a step back, "Give you a chance, use the energy of my manifestation."

"With my current injury, it is meaningless to use "energy of my manifestation." The dwarf stood up, covering his abdomen, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In response, Ximu simply said: "If you are killed without resistance, your soul will not be able to go to hell."

"My soul will be taken away by the witch." The dwarf twitched his mouth and began to accept his own fate.

Ximu shook his head and comforted:

"I will try my best to help you go to hell."

In fact, the Witch of Death has no interest in torturing souls, but only wants to confirm the uniqueness of souls and study why some people cannot become demons and witches.

After the Death Witch does a little research and erases some key memories, she will throw away the soul directly and let the soul go to hell. There is no such thing as the Death Witch will torture the soul as people say. , after all, the Death Witch is not a sadist.

The dwarf was silent for a moment and said: "I... haven't learned how to show myself."

Despite his reputation as a hero, he is not the genius that people think he is, purely because of his relatively strong abilities.

He is not the kind of genius who can easily learn magic.

"No, you can." Ximu was very sure, confirming that the dwarf had enough talent and talent, but he was not very confident in himself before.

"It would be a pity to kill you now..." He said sincerely, not wanting to kill the weak dwarf now.

"You can still get stronger."

"Then... let me try?" the dwarf asked tentatively, and saw Akhtar take a few steps back, inserting his sword on the ground, crossing his arms and waiting for him to learn to show me.

Although he has no chance of winning now, he is indeed a little reluctant, if he hadn't misjudged Akhtar's teleportation distance.

The outcome of that battle is still full of suspense.

at the same time.

In the outside world.

auditorium.

"What...what does this man think?" A Death believer who was watching the battle couldn't help complaining. This kind of plot of giving the enemy a chance and letting the enemy become stronger is not something even a new cultist would do.

This kind of plot of giving the enemy a chance and then being killed by them has been played out countless times in epics and legends.

Now he actually witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Although victory has been achieved, the enemy is not killed immediately to ensure that the enemy has no ability to fight back.

"Perhaps this means that heroes cherish heroes." A female death believer next to her said, unsure:

"Perhaps this is Akhtar's idea of ​​letting his opponent fully demonstrate his strength before dying."

"Then I suddenly feel that as a cultist, I am very normal." The cultist twitched his lips and suddenly felt that he was very normal. At least he knew not to give the enemy a chance to fight back.

Instead of being like a hero who has a hole in his head and feels that the enemy has not exerted his full strength, he must give the enemy a chance to show all his strength.

Being able to win is the last word.

"Okay, heroes don't need us to understand." A charming and arrogant female voice came. The cultists present looked along the sound source and saw a young woman wearing a red dress, holding her cheek with one hand.

The Bloody Countess.

The cultists present recognized the identity of the young woman in the red dress, and they all kept their mouths shut. After all, the Bloody Countess also had some status in the Order of Death.

Considered an upper-class figure.

The bloody countess looked at the projection screen in the center of the duel arena. She was one of the few people who knew the truth. She knew that Akhtar was a person favored by the Witch of Death and was not a being that the cultists present could discuss casually.

But even so, she couldn't understand why Akhtar gave the enemy a chance. In the end, she could only blame Akhtar for his passion for fighting.

at the same time.

In the duel arena.

"Cough!!" The dwarf put down the hand covering his abdomen, looked at the knight opposite with his arms folded across his chest, and clapped his hands hard.

"I can appear!" He roared with difficulty. Under the pressure of life and death, he successfully activated the ability to appear.

The power surges.

The dwarf's body glowed with metallic luster, the five fingers of his hands turned into sword blades, and metal spikes sprouted from his spine.

Seeing this, Ximu was satisfied and pulled out the big sword beside him, and rushed towards the dwarf who was not used to the body change, the blade of the sword cut the air.

When the dwarf subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to block it with the five-fingered sword, the edge of the Ximu sword changed from the original cleaving to a straight thrust, piercing the dwarf's throat without any bias.

Ximu drew out his sword and watched the dwarf's body fall to the ground.

Although being able to manifest myself can improve my strength, I am still not completely familiar with changing the structure of my body like a dwarf.

It is very easy for people to seize the opportunity and kill them.

The battle is over.

As the dwarves died, the scenery changed and returned to the original appearance of the arena.

Ximu turned to look at the doll girl who appeared aside and said:

"Let's start the next duel."

"...Hehehe, don't worry." The doll girl was silent for a moment, then showed her usual evil smile and pointed to the other entrance of the duel arena.

"The next enemies you have to face are six."

"..."

Ximu frowned, staring at the doll girl coldly, and then withdrew his gaze as if by default. He seemed very helpless when the doll girl faced the maliciousness revealed directly.

In response, the doll girl showed a satisfied smile: "If you want to blame, blame your subordinates for cutting off my head."

She grinned.

"I am targeting you with malicious intent."

"It doesn't matter." Ximu replied casually, "Hurry up and start the next battle."

"Hmph, I hope you can still be tougher later." The doll girl clicked her tongue in displeasure, then turned and left the duel field.

When Ximu saw this, he turned his attention to the entrance of another execution arena, and saw six heroes walking out, but this time the quality was far inferior to the previous dwarves.

People with the name of heroes do not necessarily mean they will be very strong. It mainly depends on what deeds they have done, whether they are sung by bards, and whether they are popular among the people.

Even if you are only at level 20 or 30, you can still be called a hero. You don’t have to have extremely strong strength to become a hero.

Of course, people who become heroes usually have certain outstanding qualities, and their strength is generally not weak.

Although the six heroes who appeared this time are not very strong.

But they are worth killing.

…

…

The border of the Black Rose Kingdom.

The God of Blood held the unconscious Michael in his arms, looking nervously at the witch opposite, that is the legendary Witch of Death.

Although he has never fought with the Witch of Death.

But he can be sure that his strength is not as good as the Witch of Death. Although the opponent is just a clone, he is not sure whether he can win.

“Ha… Aren’t you watching the heroes fight to the death?” He answered in a tone as calm and relaxed as possible.

But the Witch of Death did not answer.

“The Black Rose Kingdom has been surrounded by gods.” The God of Blood sneered, “Guess how many gods are hidden in the Black Rose Kingdom now?”

The Witch of Death did not answer, but just stretched out a white finger.

It was a very wonderful feeling.

Although there was no hostility, the God of Blood felt a strong sense of crisis and fled to the Black Rose Kingdom without hesitation while holding Michael.

A blood shadow passed by.

Before the God of Blood was about to disappear from sight, it suddenly exploded into a ball of blood, but it condensed again in an instant.

Then it disappeared at a faster speed.

"..." The Witch of Death put down her hand and glanced at the God of War who appeared next to her. He was hugging two strong men.

"It's just a clone, but it has this level of power." The God of War grinned and showed a happy smile, "I really want to fight your original body once."

"..." The Witch of Death glanced at the God of War hugging two strong men, swallowed what she wanted to say, and her sapphire-like eyes showed disdain.

Then she disappeared on the spot.

"We are all witches, and we still... care about gender?" The God of War was slightly stunned and noticed the disdain of the Witch of Death.

Witches are originally a group of heretics. I didn't expect that they would care about trivial things like gender. It's too conservative.

Of course, he was too lazy to care about these insignificant things, and glanced at the direction where the Blood God fled.

"Blood... probably not dead?" He guessed so, and then hugged the two strong men and left.

After receiving the Blood God's call for help, he immediately rushed to rescue, but the Blood God was still hit by the witch.

Of course, even if the Blood God was not dead, he would fall into a period of weakness.

...

...

The blade stabbed down.

Blood gushed out.

Ximu pulled out the Hunting King Great Sword, and the werewolf under his feet gushed a lot of blood, splashing on his armor and face.

The six heroes present were all killed.