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

No need to announce the start.

The moment their eyes met.

Akhtar and Angelina launched their attacks at the same time, accompanied by the roar of the atmosphere being torn apart, and the great swords and long knives that cut through the air collided like lightning.

"Clang!"

The swords collided with each other, and brilliant flames burst out.

In that fleeting flame, Ximu saw Angelina's excited smile, and their eyes met, overlapping into a line.

Immediately, a more intense fight broke out, and the sharp blades that were swung at the same time seemed to turn into a moon arc, and a fierce collision occurred.

The overflowing impact seemed to turn into invisible slashes, which broke out from the intersection of the blades, and instantly cut the ground of the duel field into pieces.

The sweeping wind blades spread in all directions, scaring the cultists in the audience to take a vigilant posture, but after the wind blades collided with the barrier set up in the duel field, they realized that they were too nervous.

However, why would they be nervous? Even though the strength shown by Akhtar and Angelina was stronger than that of ordinary cultists.

But they shouldn't be nervous.

"Sure enough, you are a man who can satisfy me!" Angelina's smile became brighter and brighter. The long sword in her hand seemed to turn into the moon. With each turn of the blade, it was like a waning moon, and the endless waning moons gathered together, which was a never-ending slash.

However, facing such a swift and seemingly endless slash, Ximu actually took it all.

Clang clang clang --

Every time the blades collided, fire would splash out, and where the blades intersected, a sharp blade of wind would burst out, cutting the ground under the feet of the two people. The gravel was engulfed by the wind, like a bullet, and hit the barrier of the duel field continuously.

Sharp.

Swift.

Regular.

If you are not careful, your head will move, and if you move a little slower, your hand will be broken.

The cultists who were watching finally understood why they were so nervous. This battle that didn't give them a chance to breathe, and they would die if they were careless, gave them an illusion that if they were careless, their heads would be cut off by the sharp blade.

"It's a pity that you don't seem to be able to satisfy me." Akhtar chuckled and took the continuous slashes.

"Use the power of me to show up."

In fact, no one would deny Angelina's swordsmanship level. The continuous swordsmanship that didn't give the enemy any chance to counterattack and firmly grasped the rhythm of the attack would be difficult for anyone to handle.

Unless they distanced themselves from the beginning, they would be killed by the continuous pursuit and slashing after being dragged into Angelina's attack rhythm.

Looking for an opportunity to get rid of... No, that was almost impossible. If they relaxed their nerves a little, their heads would be cut off.

In such a situation, there was no time to use magic, abilities, weapons and combat skills. Any negligence would lead to death.

No leaving the battle was allowed.

No interruption was allowed.

No relaxation was allowed.

In the first round, he was facing such a tricky situation. As long as he came into direct contact with Angelina, he would be included in Angelina's fighting rhythm and then be hit to death.

This is an elf with a long life span. He has devoted all his time to swordsmanship and obtained... the ultimate technology.

But.

"This level of slashing can't kill me." Ximu grinned, and when Angelina used the long sword to thrust, he hit her with his chest, and the long sword penetrated her armor and was about to pierce his heart.

Angelina drew back the long sword, blocked Ximu's big sword, and quickly withdrew and pulled away.

"You... are a believer of the goddess of life, right?" He swung the long sword, and the blood stained splashed on the broken ground.

"Unless you can chop off my head directly." Ximu nodded, and explained calmly, "Otherwise, there is no way to kill me easily."

"Use the method of exchanging injuries to interrupt my attack rhythm?" Angelina nodded knowingly. She already knew how Akhtar cracked her swordsmanship. As long as the injury was not fatal, he would choose to interrupt her attack rhythm by exchanging injuries.

And as long as there were enough trial and error, you could find a chance to kill her.

This is the tricky part of the believers of the Goddess of Life. As long as they have enough favor, they will be very difficult to kill.

If the level of favor reaches a certain level, the injured part will heal before she cuts Akhtar open.

Cut into pieces of meat, it will heal in an instant.

"No... I just think it's too boring if I don't fight with all my strength." Ximu shook his head and stroked the Hunting King Greatsword with his palm.

Red flames burned.

"Come and let me be fascinated by you." As soon as he finished speaking, his body surface was like burning charcoal, and marks like scales appeared on his face.

The breath has undergone a subversive change.

Silence fell.

Angelina's lips moved, as if she had recited some spell, and her body changed accordingly. Her figure became taller, her fingers became thinner, and her legs became straighter and longer.

It gave people a sharper and... more dangerous feeling.

The long knife was raised, Angelina took an attacking stance, and then turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot, the sharp blade cut through the air cleanly.

"Clang!" Ximu used the sword to take the next cut, and Angelina saw this and turned her wrist, and the blade cut out again at another extremely exquisite angle.

Faster speed.

Stronger power.

More fierce slashing.

But it felt... something was wrong.

Angelina continued to slash continuously, and she still had the advantage in the eyes of others, but she felt... uncoordinated.

This man did not drag her into the rhythm of the battle.

And as if to confirm her guess, Ximu launched a counterattack, no longer defending blindly.

Instead, he chose to attack.

"Clang!" As if foreseeing Angelina's next attack in advance, the sword that followed forced her back.

What happened?

Angelina was slightly stunned, but the technique engraved into her body instinctively helped her block Akhtar's sword.

Going to... lose.

After changing from the offensive to the defensive, she immediately realized that she was... interpreted by this man.

If she was a book, then this man was the reader, who had read her from beginning to end countless times and fully understood her existence.

It was no longer her who controlled the rhythm of the attack.

How did this man… understand her to such an extent in such a short contact that he could not only predict her attack but also make an effective counterattack.

Is this something a human can do?

Of course not.

However, this was not the first time Ximu had fought with Angelina. He remembered the trajectory of each of Angelina’s swords and thought of ways to counterattack.

This countless challenges, engraved into his instinctive understanding, had already digested Angelina, so he could predict each of Angelina’s changes and make an effective counterattack.

“Is this… a genius?”

Angelina felt a little frustrated. Her swordsmanship, which she was proud of, was digested and interpreted by the other party in just a short confrontation.

However, although she had realized her failure, she did not intend to accept it. Even if she struggled, she had to enjoy this battle as much as possible.

After all, there would be no such opportunity in the future.

“Clang clang clang——!”

I don’t know how many times sparks flew, and the two people moving quickly on the battlefield left afterimages in people’s retinas.

Swords intersected.

Strong winds were everywhere.

If it weren't for the barrier protection, the duel field would have been destroyed by the two people's fight. The devastated duel field was covered with sword marks.

"Technology is quite interesting." The bloody countess chuckled. She has always used her own abilities and never paid attention to technology.

After all, practicing technology is really... too troublesome and too boring.

However, this battle has changed her understanding of technology. Of course, she still has no intention of learning technology and using her body to swing the sword.

After all, people know themselves. Others use technology to fight as art, but she uses technology to fight, which is a clown.

Suddenly.

The battle stopped abruptly.

"Tick~"

Ximu put down the hunting king sword, and blood dripped down the sword blade to the ground, and Angelina opposite him had lost her breath of life, her body was wrapped in red flames, and under the gaze of everyone... turned into ashes.

The battle ended.

"It's over?" Most of the cultists hadn't recovered yet, and didn't quite understand why the fight ended so suddenly. They clearly didn't see Akhtar pierce Angelina's vitals with his sword, so why did the fight end so suddenly?

Let her go... No, it's impossible. Such an idea is simply an insult to Angelina and Akhtar.

"Oh my... I actually survived." The puppet girl smiled and came to Akhtar's side, glanced at Angelina who turned to ashes, and then said:

"Can you tell me how you won?"

"You... shouldn't be blind?" Ximu asked back. He just slashed Angelina with a sword at a very fast speed. Anyone with a little strength could see the sword he swung.

In response, the puppet girl smiled, then glanced at the audience who were talking a lot, and then retracted her sight.

"Since you survived, I will give you a chance to meet the Witch of Death."

"..."

Ximu nodded calmly, and saw the puppet girl turned around and shouted to all the cultists present with open arms.

"Kneel down and meet the Witch of Death."

"Shua!"

Without any hesitation, all the believers of death present left their seats at this moment and knelt on one knee on the ground.

Then, the Witch of Death descended.

There was no change in the color of the sky and the earth, just appeared in front of Akhtar and the puppet girl.

"Winner, you have two choices now." The Witch of Death crossed her hands on her chest, and her cold voice was emotionless.

"I allow you to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alive, but the price is that everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom...will die."

"What about the second choice?" Ximu asked according to the script. He did not intend to kill everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom. This was meaningless to him... Instead of wasting time on Black Rose, it is better to go to the next map and brush the high-level experience packs. Besides, he has no way to kill all the people in Black Rose.

After all, the gods have already cast their eyes on the Black Rose Kingdom, and even the goddess of life from the sky has descended.

Now there is no chance to continue to brush experience points in the Black Rose Kingdom.

Unless the Witch of Death takes action and kills everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom in an instant, but the experience points of those killed by the Witch of Death do not belong to themselves.

So it is time to end the script of the Black Rose Kingdom.

"Abandon the goddess of death and become my favor." The witch of death said the lines in a cold voice, "and the reward is that everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom can survive."

Ximu fell silent.

He couldn't give an answer immediately, and he had to give people the feeling of being in a painful choice, otherwise the choice he made would not have enough weight.

It is necessary to wait for the situation to ferment.

At this time.

In the Black Rose Kingdom.

"Isn't it betraying faith to become a witch's followers?" On the street, a nun had a tangled look on her face. She was longing for Akhtar to abandon his faith, so that she could survive, and she could also ensure the purity of her faith, and she would not be condemned by her conscience.

"I... don't want to die." Someone whispered, very afraid that Akhtar would leave alone, and then all of them would die here.

Everyone has a little thought, but most people have one... desire, that is, Akhtar betrays his faith for them and throws himself into the arms of the witch.

"Oh, you are really ugly." The puppet girl on the clock tower laughed viciously, "You don't want Akhtar to surrender to the witch's arms so that you can survive?"

She looked mocking.

"Afterwards, just say that I am not afraid of death at all. It was Akhtar's own faith that was not firm and surrendered to the witch of death. Then, for his own peace of mind, he fabricated that Akhtar...had colluded with the witch of death long ago, or was deceived by the witch of death."

"Yeah, I can already imagine your ugly appearance afterwards."

After the words fell.

Akhtar in the duel field seemed to hear the mockery of the puppet girl and suddenly asked.

"You won't kill me immediately after leaving the Black Rose Kingdom?"

"No." The witch of death answered calmly, and Ximu seemed to have made a decision, turned his back to the witch of death, and walked out of the duel field step by step.

Choose to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alone.

This is a natural choice. Giving up one's own beliefs is a very difficult thing in itself.

And he will be stigmatized afterwards, so choosing to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alone seems to be a more correct choice.

…

…

The world is upside down.

Ximu fell from the sky, turned his body, and landed on the streets of the Black Rose Kingdom. Under the gaze of the followers of the Goddess of Death, he walked out of the city step by step.

"That's right." The laughter of the puppet girl echoed in the Black Rose Kingdom. "Humans are a group of the worst guys. In order to make themselves feel at ease, they will make up lies, slander heroes, and tamper with history."

She whispered like a devil.

"Choose to leave the Black Rose Kingdom, at least you can still retain the favor of God."