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

"This should be enough, right?" A young man with a scar on his forehead tied the bundled wood tightly and carried it behind his back.

And just when he was about to go home.

The sky suddenly darkened, from sunny to cloudy, which made people feel depressed.

"What is that?" The young man with the scar on his forehead looked up at the sky, and his pupils suddenly trembled. He actually saw a moving small continent, floating toward the horizon like a dark cloud.

It was too majestic. Giants...dragons, or the legendary Jörmungandr, all looked extremely small in front of this small moving land.

"Has the kingdom of God arrived?" He took a step back in fear, tripped over the snow, and fell into a snowdrift.

Subsequently.

"Maybe it's the kingdom of demons." A voice full of malice answered the boy's doubts, and a hairy tauren looked down at the fallen boy with a grin.

Then he stretched out his hand in front of the young man's frightened eyes.

"That's a moving source of disaster."

"...Monster!" The frightened scream spread through the forest, but it soon became quiet again. The frightened boy was caught in the palm of the hand by the Minotaur and chased towards the Sky Mobile Kingdom at high speed.

And this scene doesn’t just happen in one place.

As the kingdom in the sky moves, fear is forcibly induced in the people nearby, and countless weird things appear.

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"The situation is getting worse and worse." Ximu's eyes lit up slightly, as if there were flames burning, reflecting the strangeness coming towards him.

"Ahhh!" The unknown weirdo let out a shrill wail, and was engulfed by the sudden self-igniting flames on its body, turning around and turning into ashes.

Everything happening on the ground has long attracted their attention, but they have no choice but to do anything, although they have tried their best to avoid crowded places.

But after all, a small number of people are still affected by the power of the God of Terror.

"Perhaps this is the devil trying to save himself." Thor's heroic laughter came out. He sat cross-legged on the stone platform, with two big knives on both sides of his body. The invisible power he emitted corresponded to the stars in the sky, holding his feet The country moves forward.

"Yeah, this... demon is really annoying." Ximu turned his head, looking a little unnatural, and Thor also noticed this unnaturalness, but unexpectedly he didn't ask.

In fact, after he witnessed the demon's seal with his own eyes, he already knew that the seal was not a demon, but a real god.

"The power this demon possesses is really similar to that of the God of Terror." Thor sighed, crossed his arms and said:

"I almost suspected that the one sealed in the barrier was the God of Terror."

"..." Ximu did not answer and remained silent.

And through this silence, Thor completely confirmed what kind of existence was sealed in the barrier. Sure enough, it was the legendary God of Terror.

What a bad news.

"More and more weird things are being born. I'll deal with some of them first." Ximu seemed to be trying to escape, turning his back to Thor and saying:

"Eden will come personally to keep you safe."

"It's really reassuring to have the protection of the all-knowing saint." Thor laughed heartily and watched Akhtar's leaving figure.

For an upright hero, hiding and lying are quite embarrassing things, so he also understood why Akhtar wanted to find a reason to leave.

And the protection of the omniscient saint is no worse than Akhtar.

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after a while.

When Xi Mu came to the edge of the Mobile Kingdom, he saw a huge crow swooping down from the horizon, larger than an ordinary dragon.

It was a weird bird shape.

"Ang!" The crow let out a long, uncomfortable roar and swooped towards Akhtar.

At this moment, the crescent-like sword light flashed away, and the body of the swooping crow was split into two halves. The blood spurting out and the body's inertia continued unabated, as if it hit the ground like a cannonball, creating two shocking lines. ditch.

Ximu glanced at the dead crow, and then looked at the owner of the sword, who was a one-armed swordsman wearing a bamboo hat.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, are you okay?" The one-armed swordsman came over and took off the hat he was wearing, revealing his weathered cheeks.

"Do you still recognize me?"

"Polos, I didn't expect you to be here too." Ximu smiled and recognized this NPC character.

I met him when he was fighting against the undead serpent. He is a relatively powerful NPC character, but he does have some good storylines.

The first contact will give people the impression that he is a guy who desires fame and wealth. He is very vulgar, but he seems real.

However, after actual in-depth contact, you will find that Prolos is an out-and-out idealist, dreaming of a world where there is no hunger and no children are abandoned.

However, as the plot develops, Pros will fall into despair under the cold blow of reality, and will be attracted to the flame giant Surtur and become a twilight believer who intends to burn down the old world.

And now Pros is probably a Twilight believer.

"In order to get ahead, there is nothing we can do about it." Puluo smiled frankly and put the hat back on.

"Sir Akhtar, the situation is not good now."

He shrugged.

"Several countries have warned us not to allow us to bring the demon seal close, otherwise they will regard us as enemies."

"There is nothing we can do about it." A gentle female voice came from a woman with long green hair and a heroic figure, with straight legs wrapped in stockings.

"Once the Kingdom of Disaster approaches, their country will fall into unprecedented chaos. Of course, they don't want us to get close."

"The Kingdom of Disaster?" Ximu asked in confusion, and the woman with long green hair smiled and raised her hand to her chest to salute.

"Sir Akhtar, I am Laura, a knight of the Kingdom of Dornomar."

"Hello." Ximu smiled gently, making Laura's cheeks flushed with excitement, but she did not lose her composure.

Although it is an extremely rare thing to be able to talk to a hero like Akhtar, she still wants to talk about serious things.

"The moving Kingdom of Disaster is the name of the demon seal in the outside world." Laura walked forward a few steps and approached Akhtar.

"Because when the demon seal approaches, a lot of weird things will be born, which will cause the country to fall into chaos, so it is called the moving Kingdom of Disaster."

She lowered her eyebrows and spoke softly.

"In order to prevent the Mobile Disaster Country from approaching, many countries have formed an alliance and protested unanimously to prevent us from approaching."

"Or, I will return the prototype Sword of Light to the Twilight Cult." Ximu had no expression on his face, "Then let's see if they can resist the boycott."

He had done this before. After many countries boycotted, he returned the prototype Sword of Light to the Twilight Cult.

After the Twilight Cult unsealed the Source of Fear, no one boycotted them anymore. They either destroyed the country directly or... collapsed. Everyone fled to escape the attack of the Source of Fear.

That scene was quite interesting.

"That's not a good thing to do." Laura whispered, not taking Akhtar's almost self-destructive words to heart.

As a hero, Akhtar couldn't really do that.

"Don't worry, it's just a detour." Ximu smiled gently, raised his hand and rubbed Laura's head, looking at the embarrassed and forbearing expression of the knight, he couldn't help but stroke it a few times.

This is the benefit of having a high reputation. There are beautiful girls looking at you with admiration wherever you go. There is no trace of aloofness at all.

"But this will make you work harder." He sighed, and Laura shook her head quickly after hearing this, and explained to him anxiously:

"It is my honor to share your worries."

"..." Ximu pretended to be stunned, and then laughed dumbly, rubbed Laura's head hard, and showed a very bewitching smile.

"You are really a gentle woman."

Pros: "..."

Why is Laura so businesslike and looks so aloof when she is with him, but she is well-behaved and sensible when she meets Akhtar.

Even though he is a traitor, I feel a little upset.

The difference in treatment is too obvious.

"In fact, I just did what I should do." Laura muttered softly, feeling very embarrassed that she was evaluated as a gentle woman by Akhtar. She was evaluated as too... cold before.

And Akhtar is the first man who evaluated her as gentle.

"Being able to do what you should do well is already excellent." Ximu smiled, looked at Pros and said:

"This man's swordsmanship is good, you can learn more from him."

"Her swordsmanship is better than mine." Pros twitched his mouth and told the truth about Laura's swordsmanship. He originally wanted to act like a senior, but who would have thought that Laura's swordsmanship was much better than his wild way.

However, considering that Laura's father is the strongest knight in the Kingdom of Dornoma, this is also very normal. The educational resources he received are not comparable to those of him who was born a commoner.

"Really? That's really amazing." Ximu showed a surprised expression, and Pros sighed when he saw this.

He waved his hand and changed the subject abruptly:

"Now the number of monsters is increasing. If a monster that is difficult to deal with appears, things will be troublesome."

"It's just a little trouble. There won't be any tricky monsters." Ximu explained patiently and looked at Pros, "It's more important to worry about the Dusk believers."

The stronger the person, the stronger the fear in his heart will be. However, the fear in the hearts of ordinary people will not be very tricky when it is manifested.

It is impossible for the fear in the hearts of ordinary people to support the birth of a monster with the strength of the source of fear.

So, there is no need to worry.

Of course, this is not absolute. There is room for the growth of monsters. If the monster can spread its own fear to people's hearts, the existence of the monster can also be greatly expanded, thereby greatly improving its strength.

"Hahaha... that's true." Pros pretended to laugh heartily, feeling a little guilty, and had the illusion that he was seen through by Akhtar.

"But if this weird power triggers fear in our hearts, it will be very troublesome, right?" He looked at the heroes fighting in the distance.

Ximu explained this.

"Don't worry, it won't affect us."

"Then I'm relieved." Pros smiled and watched Akhtar bid farewell to Laura and leave.

His hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, wondering if he could kill the defenseless Akhtar now.

The sword was pulled out.

"Sir Pros, what's wrong with you?" A vigilant voice came from the side. Pros turned his head and saw Laura looking at him with a vigilant look, her hand still on the sword at her waist.

Before he cut Akhtar, Laura's sword would probably cut off his head in advance.

"I'm thinking about the difference in strength between me and Akhtar." Pros pressed the sword down and looked at Laura's speechless eyes.

"It's normal for men to have a strong desire to win."

"The desire to win doesn't mean that you can't distinguish reality." Laura said, and then she stopped paying attention to Pros and focused on the monsters that attacked.

"That's why I hate reality." Pros muttered to himself, and also focused on attacking the monsters that attacked.

Even if he assassinated, it was highly unlikely to succeed. With the favor of the goddess of life and the resistance to death given by the witch of death, even if he hit the vital point, it would be impossible to kill Akhtar immediately.

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Leave the battlefield.

Ximu came to a newly built church, which was the church of the three goddesses of fate, used to anchor the three goddesses of fate's gaze.

Entering the church, I saw Suna kneeling on the ground, clasping her hands and fingers, praying devoutly to the three goddesses of fate.

Unlike ordinary churches with one statue, the church of fate has three statues, namely the goddess of the past standing in the middle, and the goddess of the present and the goddess of the future standing on both sides.

"Three goddesses of fate, do you have any revelation?" Ximu stopped and looked at Eden sitting quietly on the bench, and said:

"Now we need the guidance of fate."

"Akhtar, do you believe in fate too?" Eden suddenly asked, only to see Akhtar pondering for a while, and then sitting next to her.

"I will believe in fate when it is in my favor." Ximu gave an answer. This is his attitude towards fate. When it is in his favor, he will choose to believe, and when it is not in his favor, he will choose not to believe.

Not only in the game.

He thinks so in reality.

"Really?" Eden nodded slightly, feeling a little bit of smile at Akhtar's answer, but not surprised by Akhtar's answer.

Geniuses like Akhtar are very proud and believe that the future can be in their own hands.

And this is usually... true.

"Next, just hold on until the Plague Temple." Ximu sighed as if he was tired, and then seemed to think of something.

"Can the God of Fear cause the gods to fear?"

"Maybe." Eden nodded slightly, adjusted his sitting posture, and put his knees hidden under the skirt together, pulling a little distance from Akhtar.

She whispered:

"But as long as the source of fear appears in the sky, it will be immediately sealed by the gods, and the God of Terror will not be given the opportunity to cause fear among the gods."

"...Is that so." Ximu looked at Eden's delicate face, slightly turned away, and abruptly changed the subject:

"Eden, next I need you to protect Thor."

"Yes." Eden responded softly, agreeing to Akhtar's request, and Ximu did not stop after hearing the words, and got up and left the church.