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

In the afternoon, at dusk,

The cold wind carried snowflakes and blew through the burning village.

Ximu stood in the firelight, flicked the sword of death, and hacked to death a Dusk believer who tried to attack. The splashing blood and corpse flew backwards into the burning wooden house and disappeared completely.

"There's no point in killing them." A calm male voice suddenly came. Ximu turned his head subconsciously and looked towards the place where the voice came from. He saw the Red Dragon King walking over calmly without fear of the high-temperature flames, with his hands in his pockets.

"They are just a group of minions." The Red Dragon King breathed, "As long as the snow disaster continues, the Twilight Cult will have as many minions as they want."

After the snow disaster came, the belief in the flame giant Surtur quickly spread, leading to the rapid expansion of the Twilight Order. Although the top-level combat power did not increase much, the Twilight believers at the bottom were sufficiently replenished.

Xi Mu turned to look at Jiraishu Red Dragon King and asked, "You didn't come to me just to talk about this, right?"

"The Twilight Order, your little lover is going to be publicly executed." The Red Dragon King looked at Akhtar with an obviously irritated expression, knowing that this hero in people's eyes was beginning to become emotionally unstable.

He grinned.

"What are you going to do next?"

"This is a good opportunity." Ximu walked steadily towards the outside of the village and said in a calm voice:

"It will make it easier for me to get rid of them all at once."

"What should you do with your little girlfriend?" the Red Dragon King asked curiously, but Akhtar did not answer when he heard the words and disappeared into the snow outside the village.

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The country of Fenrir.

square.

"Being sent to the execution platform again." Feifeni was desperate. Not long after this, she was arrested by the Twilight believers again and was about to be executed in full view of the public.

The reason for the execution was so similar, in order to attract the person related to her, that is, Akhtar.

However, she and Akhtar were not very familiar with each other. We could only say that they knew each other well. Why should they be sent to the execution stand together with her?

"It doesn't matter, Akhtar will come to save us." Letitia comforted them softly, confident that Akhtar would come to save them.

However.

Something is wrong.

Feifeni looked slightly stunned, looking at her best friend beside her, feeling a little... strange. With Leticia's character, she probably couldn't say such a thing.

"What's wrong?" Leticia turned her head and smiled at her best friend, as elegant and gentle as ever.

"It's nothing, I just think you trust Akhtar too much." Feifeni muttered and complained:

"With so many Twilight believers guarding us, even Akhtar cannot easily rescue us."

"Akhtar is a hero who is the enemy of God." Leticia explained, "It is not difficult to rescue us."

"I hope so." Feifeni looked downcast and looked around at the Dusk Believers who were guarding them.

At this moment, she was standing on the execution platform, with two powerful Twilight believers beside her. They were holding sharp swords and could chop off her head at any time.

A large number of ordinary people gathered around the square, and were closely guarded by the Twilight Believers to prevent any of them from escaping.

Everyone present is a bargaining chip used to kidnap the hero morally.

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…

The last rays of sunset disappeared.

The sky then darkened.

clatter.

clatter.

clatter.

The sound of horse hooves came from far away. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Akhtar appeared on an eight-legged horse and came to the execution platform.

"Akhtar, hand over the sword of light." The dwarf little loli jumped off the execution platform and looked at Akhtar nervously.

Although Akhtar has been surrounded by Twilight Believers, but... he should be a coward, but he is still a coward. Who made Akhtar's reputation spread to a very outrageous level.

No one can ignore the significance of Akhtar’s enmity with God.

Moreover, outside Fenrir, there is a group of troublesome guys who may rush in at any time because of Akhtar's words.

To this.

Ximu just glanced at the noisy little dwarf indifferently, and the indifferent look in his eyes made the little dwarf take a few steps back in fear.

The eyes looking at her were not full of hostility, but more like looking at an insignificant object, like a full lion lazily looking at the passing antelope, too lazy to move to hunt, but for the antelope, The mere presence of a lion fills the antelope with fear.

However, Ximu quickly withdrew his gaze. With the current level of the dwarf little lolita, killing him would not bring much experience points. He could also raise him, and then he could easily kill him after completing the mission plot.

He turned his gaze towards the execution platform and looked at Leticia.

"Sorry for dragging you down."

"It doesn't matter." Leticia shook her head gently, her delicate and pretty face filled with hope and joy, and she whispered softly:

"Akhtar, you need to be safe."

"Yes." Ximu dismounted, took out the genuine Sword of Light, handed it to the little dwarf Loli beside him, and said:

"The sword of light you want."

The dwarf's expression immediately fell. She wanted the Sword of Light, but she didn't want the authentic Sword of Light.

She took a step back:

"Don't act stupid, what we want is the prototype Sword of Light."

Although the Twilight Cult has always wanted to take back the genuine Sword of Light, there is a problem, that is, no one can use it. Only Akhtar and Leticia can use the genuine Sword of Light.

It is almost impossible for the Twilight believers to meet the needs of the genuine Sword of Light in terms of personality.

"Compared to the prototype Sword of Light, this genuine Sword of Light is more valuable, right?" Ximu handed over the Sword of Light.

The dwarf little Loli took a step back and had no intention of taking the genuine Sword of Light. She had a very clear understanding of her own moral level.

Anyway, it is impossible to pick up the genuine Sword of Light.

"What we want is the prototype Sword of Light, not the Sword of Light with a limited use."

"That sword cannot be handed over to you to use." Ximu shook his head, his expression was very firm.

In response, the dwarf little Loli did not speak, but cast her eyes on the civilians in the square. She saw several civilians with their hands and feet tied up breaking free from the guards of the Twilight Believers, rushing to Akhtar's feet and kneeling directly.

"Sir Akhtar, please save us!" A beautiful young woman in white hugged Akhtar's thighs and looked up pitifully.

"We were poisoned by the Twilight Believers..."

The words were not finished.

The hand knife passed, and the young woman's head moved. Shocking blood gushed out from the broken end, staining the ground of the square red.

The body fell to the ground, and the young woman's head fell to the ground and rolled several times.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu shook his stained palm and said calmly: "It's really a boring method to let the Twilight Believers pretend to be civilians to shake me."

As soon as the words fell, the civilians who were kneeling beside him immediately retreated. Some of them were Twilight Believers, and some... were really ordinary civilians.

However, regardless of whether they were really civilians, they no longer dared to ask Akhtar for help. What if Akhtar killed them with a knife without saying anything and directly identified them as Twilight believers? Then they might really die in vain.

"What if you really killed a civilian?" The dwarf little Loli twitched her mouth. It was said that men could not resist the pretty widow.

Why did you kill so decisively?

"I know astrology, so I can tell it." Ximu answered casually, and the dwarf little Lolita pointed to a guy who was obviously a civilian.

"Then is he also a Twilight believer?"

Ximu answered immediately: "He can be a Twilight believer."

The atmosphere was silent.

The atmosphere that was ready to move was instantly solidified, and those who wanted to rush out to beg also suppressed the idea of ​​​​the request.

"There is no point in arguing about this." A nun walked out of the crowd, her eyes closed, and her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen.

From the dress, it is very similar to the blindfolded nun.

But it is obvious that her appearance is not as beautiful as the blindfolded nun, and her aura is not as mysterious as the blindfolded nun.

Well, she is just a stronger dusk nun.

"Sir Akhtar, you should know what we need." The nun's voice was soft, "If the transaction can be completed smoothly, I think both parties will be happy, otherwise you may lose everything."

Ximu fell into thinking.

The nun did not interrupt him when she saw this, and silently waited for Akhtar to make a choice. She did not care whether Akhtar was willing to hand over the prototype sword of light.

Even if he refused, it didn't matter. She had already prepared a corresponding back-up plan. As long as Akhtar wanted to save Leticia, there would be a chance to get the prototype sword of light back.

For a long time. Ximu cast his eyes on Leticia on the execution platform, then glanced at Fifni, and nodded:

"Okay, I'll give you the prototype Sword of Light."

"...Happy cooperation." The nun was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Akhtar to compromise so easily. She thought Akhtar would refuse to hand over the prototype Sword of Light for the sake of justice and start to forcibly snatch Leticia.

However, the reality is that Akhtar hesitated for a while and chose to hand over the Sword of Light, which was completely different from the heroic righteousness she expected.

"If you can't even protect the people around you, and you have to protect irrelevant people, it's... ridiculous." Ximu took out the prototype Sword of Light and stabbed the prototype Sword of Light flowing with magma into the ground.

"Let Leticia go."

"Okay." The nun nodded and waved to the Dusk believers on the execution platform, indicating that they should let Leticia go.

And at this moment,

"Wait, what about me?!" Feifni widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Akhtar on the execution platform. Did this man forget her? Why did he only mention Leticia and not her? After all, she was Leticia's best friend and a comrade-in-arms who had experienced life and death together in the past.

"Oh, and there is also Feifni." Ximu suddenly realized and quickly added a sentence, and the nun nodded and waved to the Dusk believers on the execution platform.

Not long after, Leticia and Feifni were untied, and the Dusk believers' blades were pressed against their necks, and they completed the transaction with Akhtar.

Unexpectedly smooth.

The nun successfully got the prototype of the Sword of Light. She felt a little unreal that it was so easy to succeed.

That was a man who was an enemy of the gods, a hero who could leave a mark in history books, but he would surrender so easily.

"Let's go, let's evacuate first." Ximu stretched out his hand to cover Leticia's mouth, blocking her words of gratitude, and took her and Fivni on the mare and left.

...

...

Outside the city.

On a hillside.

"Okay, it's enough to get here." Ximu got off the horse, helped Leticia get off the horse, and then said to Fivni:

"My partner will send you away, I still have to fight the Twilight Believers and take back the Sword of Light."

"Just let me leave like this?" Fivni twitched her mouth, she had the illusion that she was being disliked and deliberately driven away.

But there was nothing wrong with what Akhtar said. She had no right to intervene in the next battle. Who made her just a noble in a small place, and she had no right to join the conflict between the Twilight Believers and the heroes.

"If you want to stay and fight, that's fine." Ximu said jokingly, and saw Fivni shaking her head vigorously.

"Just send me back."

"Goodbye then." Waving his hand, Ximu watched the mare carrying Fifurni away, and then he turned his gaze to Leticia beside him.

Then he pinched Leticia's neck, lifted her up with a cold look, and asked coldly:

"Have you ever said that your disguise is fake?"

"I'm almost out of breath." Leticia's delicate face flushed, and she looked at Akhtar in confusion, not quite understanding why her lover was pinching her neck.

"The body, appearance, and breath are exactly the same, but my instinct refuses to admit that you are Leticia." Ximu replied indifferently, "You underestimate Leticia too much. She has never been a princess waiting for others to save her."

He silently increased the strength of his palm, and Leticia had begun to roll her eyes, her legs under the skirt swung randomly, and there was a warm stream of water flowing down her legs.

"As long as that woman knows that she will be used as a threat and may cause a huge disaster because of herself."

"She will choose to kill herself." After saying this, he squeezed hard without hesitation, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

The body fell into the snow, and Leticia turned into a... stranger. That was a woman, known as the Thousand Faces of Nephthys. She had superb acting skills and ever-changing abilities. In theory, as long as she had a little contact with anyone, she could completely imitate them, and even the closest people could not tell.

However, the person she imitated was Leticia. With Leticia's personality, she would definitely commit suicide without hesitation after judging the current situation.

Therefore, no matter how good the Thousand Faces of Nephthys looked, it was impossible to completely imitate Leticia.

Because facing the current situation, Leticia would only choose... to end herself, instead of waiting for his rescue like a weak princess.

At the same time.

In the country of Fenrir.

"Everything went well with the plan." The nun's slender fingers stroked the prototype sword of light, and it was difficult to hide her excitement.

Now not only has the prototype Sword of Light been taken back, but spies have also been planted among Akhtar and his party, so that they can keep track of Akhtar and his party's movements at any time.

However.

The prototype Sword of Light suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared under the nun's gaze. Obviously, there was no problem with the strength or feel, but the prototype Sword of Light just disappeared.

It was summoned by Akhtar.

No... the prototype Sword of Light itself has disappeared, and it was not summoned at all.

And at this moment.

"Boom!" The ground of the square cracked and spread like a spider web. Akhtar reappeared and looked at the nun with cold eyes:

"You dare to kill Leticia!"

Who killed her!

The nun pursed her lips and wanted to refute loudly regardless of her manners. They didn't want to kill Leticia at all. It was that woman who took advantage of their inattention and committed suicide.

"Didn't you also lie to us?" She reacted, "The prototype Sword of Light you gave me was completely fake."

"Isn't it natural to lie to the Twilight believers?" Ximu said confidently, pointing his index finger at the sky. A blazing flame appeared in the sky, flowing and converging into a sun, emitting blazing heat.

The prototype Sword of Light given to the Twilight believers was created by him using ten kinds of shadow magic to copy himself while holding the prototype Sword of Light, creating a... fake prototype Sword of Light.