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

Under the huge pit of the abyss.

"Partner, if you feel uncomfortable." Ximu touched the little mare's neck and said with a gentle smile:

"You can wait for me outside first."

"..." The little mare's hooves scraped against the ground. The air here contained deadly poisonous gas, there were fluorescent green plants on the damp walls, and there were fireflies that contained highly toxic fireflies. The environment was very harsh.

But it's not a serious problem for her.

"Don't worry about my safety. The teacher has foresaw the safety of this trip for me." Ximu withdrew his hand and looked into the depths of the cave.

"I can solve the problem quickly."

Hearing this, the little mare put down her worries, glanced at Akhtar, and turned around to leave the abyss.

Since the Witch of Destiny has given a prophecy, even if there is danger, the direction of fate will be greatly shifted, and everything will be safe.

So she can leave the abyss pit with peace of mind.

"..." Ximu watched as he left the little mare and walked towards the depths of the cave. He was not worried about the lethal toxins in the air. He had a permanent state of healing prayer, and the damage from the lethal toxins had not yet recovered from him. quick.

After walking along the damp tunnel for a while, as the vision suddenly opened up, what appeared in Ximu's eyes was a simple altar with a statue of a god... No, to be more precise, it was a statue of a devil.

The deadly toxin in the air is emitted by the demon statue.

"interesting."

came an interested male voice.

Ximu pretended that he didn't hear anything, drew out the sword of death, and walked towards the altar. He knew that the source of the male voice was a demon from five thousand years ago.

Divide the devil.

It has the ability to divide things, such as dividing magic power to obtain pure and extreme elements, or dividing humans to obtain a complete skeleton, and nature... can also divide the soul and body.

The idol on the altar is the divided body of the demon.

In order to escape the hunting of the gods, the Divided Demon cut his body and soul, then disguised his body as a statue and hid it in the pit of the abyss.

"Human, you have received the favor of the Death Witch, right?" The Split Demon laughed calmly and continued to Ximu:

“Times have changed, right?”

"..."

Ximu didn't answer.

He came to the edge of the altar, glanced at the statue, then bent down to pick up the Blood Pope's meteor, then turned and walked out towards the exit.

But the moment he stepped away.

"Whoa!" The ground in front was split instantly, passing by the tip of Ximu's nose. As long as he got a little closer, he could be cut in half.

"You took my things and you want to leave?" The Divided Demon's tone was cold, "I'm asking nonsense, human being!"

"Do we have room for communication?" Ximu asked back, and then he answered to himself, "You are just a...statue, there is no meaning for communication."

After saying that, the sword of death in his hand ignited with black flames.

"If you keep nagging me, I'll chop you up."

"...you have the guts to make me admire you with admiration." The Partition Demon was silent for a moment, then changed the subject.

"Do you want to know the secrets of the gods?"

"I don't want to." Ximu replied.

The atmosphere then became silent.

"It's the secret about why the gods were born." The partition demon continued to seduce, but found that the intruder was unmoved.

This was somewhat beyond his expectation. He was clearly favored by the Witch of Death. In theory, he should be interested in the secrets of the gods.

And he also exudes the aura of pure evil.

"I don't have time to help you." Ximu said concisely and in passing as he continued to walk towards the exit.

"I will send someone to communicate with you after a while."

Divide the Demon: "..."

What is going on with this guy? He really needs help. In order to escape the pursuit of the gods, he separated his soul from his body, then let his soul challenge the gods, and then pretended to be defeated...suicide, in front of The gods cut off their own souls and let their souls fall into the world, creating the illusion that they were dead.

No, in fact, he is really dead. His body and soul are divided, and he is not a complete individual.

So he needs someone to help him collect the divided souls and put himself back together again.

"Human, do you think the soul is necessary?" The Split Demon sensed Ximu's departure and continued to seduce:

"In fact, life does not necessarily require the existence of a soul."

"I don't care."

He didn't even look back after analyzing the wood, and disappeared into the cave.

He had no interest at all in the subplot of dividing the demons. He only wanted to get the Blood Pope's meteor. Otherwise, if he followed the subplot of dividing the demons, he would waste a long time.

Moreover, except for the first episode where he was interested in dividing the secrets of the gods from the demon's mouth, he was too lazy to do the subsequent episodes.

Although if you follow the side mission of dividing the demon, you can get a lot of rewards.

But it's such a waste of time that it's not worth it.

"Power, I can give you the power to have no scruples!" The Divided Demon said the final bargaining chip, "Power enough to rival the gods!"

However.

Ximu has completely left, and only the bewitching voice of the dividing demon is floating in the air.

Why...it felt like that human knew him very well.

The split demon fell into silence. He began to doubt his life. Could it be that the times in the outside world had changed so much that his identity as a demon had no deterrent power?

Otherwise, why would that human be so indifferent to him?

…

…

Outside the abyss pit.

As soon as Ximu came out, he saw several mercenaries falling to the ground in pain, while the little mare looked up proudly, as if asking for credit from him.

She shook her head.

“Partner, are they also here to rob the meteorite?” Ximu asked pretending to be ignorant, and then saw the little mare shaking her head.

“Then they are the assassins who are here to kill me.”

“…”

The little mare nodded, very satisfied with Akhtar’s reaction. These humans were indeed here to assassinate Akhtar. After seeing her come out alone, they tried to catch her in advance to prevent Akhtar from finding an opportunity to escape.

Then she kicked a few hooves to let these assassins understand the cruelty of reality.

"Why are you here to kill me?" Ximu asked several fallen mercenaries, and by the way, he stroked the sword of death with his hand, igniting the black flames symbolizing death.

Several mercenaries did not answer, but stood up shakily, looking at Akhtar with bruised faces and noses, and raised their weapons.

"Don't answer?" Ximu's expression turned cold, "Now you still have a chance to explain, otherwise all of you will die."

"..."

Several mercenaries looked at each other, confirmed each other's determination, and ignored Akhtar's warning.

"Do it." The mercenary wearing armor and holding a sword rushed towards Akhtar, with golden thunder wrapped around his body.

The remaining four people retreated quickly, ready to cooperate with the swordsman to attack.

However.

The black fire flashed by, and the mercenary holding the sword turned into blood foam in the blink of an eye, and was immediately smeared by the black flames.

Ximu shook the sword.

After observing the remaining four people, there were two female magicians holding magic wands, a male elf holding a bow and arrow, and a dwarf holding a hammer.

"Ahhh... Akhtar!" An angry roar came, and the dwarf rushed over waving a hammer, while the two female magicians chanted spells in coordination.

The flames were ignited from the tips of their magic wands, turning into two huge fireballs, smashing towards Akhtar.

The male elf took this opportunity to draw his bow and shoot an arrow with magic, carrying a strong wind into the two fireballs, bursting out with even greater power.

"Boom!" The blazing flames were swept by the strong wind and submerged Akhtar in an instant.

"Success?"

The male elf relaxed slightly, and saw a charred corpse shot out from the blazing flames, drawing a ditch on the ground and falling beside him.

The dwarf died with his eyes open.

"Ahhh, don't kill me!" The girl screamed, and the male elf immediately drew his bow and aimed. Akhtar stood in front of the female magician intact, pinching her neck with one hand and holding it expressionlessly.

The sound of the neck breaking rang out, and the female magician rolled her eyes, tears of despair flowed in her eyes, and her white legs kicked a few times, and she lost her breath.

"With your strength, you shouldn't come to trouble me." Ximu threw away the female magician in his hand and looked at the only remaining female magician and male elf.

"Are you here to die?"

"It has nothing to do with you..." The female magician next to her found that her vision had deviated before she finished her words, and her head fell to the ground.

Consciousness was then submerged in darkness.

Ximu shook the great sword of death, and seemed to have lost interest in speaking. He turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot, and appeared in front of the male elf.

He swung a sword indifferently.

Blood gushed from the male elf's chest, and the body that was cut into two pieces fell to the ground, igniting black flames symbolizing death.

"To send a killer, you must have some strength."

Ximu said disappointedly. The strength of these mercenaries could not make him want to fight.

The little mare next to him rolled her eyes when she heard this. She had a better understanding of Akhtar's character.

This man has a strong desire for fighting. Even if it is a god, he will not be afraid. On the contrary, he will fight with joy.

And these mercenaries have not even awakened their abilities, so it is naturally impossible for Akhtar to have fun.

"Death row prisoners are not easy to find." A pleasant female voice came, and Ximu looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a girl with a golden ponytail and a petal-like long skirt, walking over leisurely.

Her face looked a little immature, but her temperament was close to that of a noble lady who had experienced vicissitudes of life, giving people a feeling of having a lot of stories.

She was fourteen years old and a believer of the three goddesses of fate.

"Saint of Fate, Suna." The girl raised her hand and placed it on her full chest, revealing an elegant smile, "Akhtar, please let me guide your destiny."

"Saint of Fate?" Ximu's eyes revealed strong suspicion, and Suna straightened her chest, and her full fruit trembled slightly.

"Candidate Saint, that's also a Saint!"

"..." Ximu restrained his suspicious eyes, turned around expressionlessly, and seemed to have determined that Suna was a liar.

Suna didn't mind it very much.

"Akhtar, don't you plan to solve the trouble you brought?"

Ximu stopped.

"The source of fear has destroyed several countries, and countless people have died because of the source of fear." Suna kept smiling.

"If the Source of Fear continues to kill, more and more countries will be destroyed. Do you really want to see it?"

Ximu did not answer.

"The birth of the Source of Fear is also related to you." Suna continued to persuade, "Killing in your image, don't you have any ideas?"

She smiled.

"What you need to do is very simple, that is, to make the God of Fear realize that you have nothing to do with Ragnarok."

The Goddess of Lies has said the truth about the intelligence of the newly born Source of Fear. It was she who lied with Akhtar, so that the God of Fear mistakenly believed that Akhtar was the future Lord of Ashes, causing the God of Fear to manifest the Lord of Ashes that should not exist.

And now what they need to do is very simple, to make the God of Fear realize that he has been deceived, and the so-called future Lord of Ashes does not exist.

Then the imaginary Lord of Ashes can be made to disappear.

But.

"We can't even get close to the Source of Fear, right?" Akhtar said his thoughts. With his current strength, he would be stabbed to death by the Source of Fear from a distance before he gets close to the Source of Fear.

"And didn't the Goddess of Lies say she would...solve it?"

"The Goddess of Lies held back the Source of Fear." Suna replied, "Why do you think the Source of Fear only destroyed a few countries?"

With the strength of the Source of Fear, if it was not restricted, it would have set off a massacre in this world long ago, and it would not have burned only a few countries.

"Then can't the gods...take action?" Ximu asked, leaving Suna silent for a moment, and then turned her head away embarrassedly.

"Although it is not the real Lord of Ashes, it is at least very similar. If something goes wrong, it will lead to the fall of the gods."

Ximu: "..."

"In short, you are responsible for solving the Source of Fear." Suna changed the subject, "You can't let the Source of Fear continue to kill."

With the strength of the gods, it is naturally easy to solve the Source of Fear, but after the Source of Fear is linked to "Ragnarok", the situation has changed.

If this fake Lord of Ashes attracts the attention of Ragnarok and makes the fake come true, it will really cost the gods their lives.

Therefore, the safest way at present is to let Akhtar solve the problem. As long as the God of Terror realizes that Akhtar is just a... human being, not the future Lord of Ashes, the false Lord of Ashes will naturally disappear.

"Okay." Ximu agreed, "But I have to wait until I strengthen the armor, otherwise I will hardly see the source of fear alive."

"Okay." Suna smiled, then stroked her skirt and squatted down, writing a few meaningless words on the ground.

Death return.

This is Suna's ability. The words written on the ground are to ensure that she can return to the corresponding time node after death.

A very unsolvable and powerful ability.

However, the game official also added a defect to this ability. Death return can only go back 24 hours, and each time you return, you will lose a sense. If you want to restore the lost sense, you must rest for three days.

If you lose all your senses and your fate has not developed in the direction you expect, then she can only give up, otherwise she will... die if she returns by force.

This is why Suna looks so young but has a very mature temperament. In her life of constant death and return, Suna has experienced many things that many people cannot imagine, which has caused her to mature quickly.

However, she still maintains the innocence and purity of a girl.

"Do you want to ride a horse?" Ximu came to the little mare and invited Suna.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Suna couldn't wait to grab Akhtar's hand and sat on the eight-legged divine horse.

She touched the little mare and said:

"I've heard that Sleipnir is the fastest horse in the world. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to sit on it."

The little mare: "..."

With her arrogant personality, it would be impossible for anyone to ride on her back casually, but now she is used to it. Who asked Akhtar to invite someone to ride her every once in a while, it's hard not to get used to it.

The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and it rushed into the sky like thunder.

The wind blew on my face.

Suna squeezed her legs around the mare, looked at the clouds retreating on both sides of her, smiled with satisfaction, and then said with a smile:

"Akhtar, you are really very lucky."

She explained with a smile.

"The source of fear looks exactly like you, and caused a massacre, which is enough to make you go from a hero to an object of fear."

"Unfortunately, everyone who saw the source of fear died, so you are still a hero in people's eyes."

"Instead of a madman who wants to burn the world."