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

The sky was dark.

The wind and snow blew the moving kingdom of disaster.

Pros sat in front of the campfire, eating bread while looking at the female knight Lola opposite him, and couldn't help sighing:

"Weird, they can't be killed at all."

"We are almost reaching Lionheart City." Lola sat elegantly, holding the bread in both hands, eating it in small bites, and calmly explained to the one-armed swordsman, "As long as we can hold on to Lionheart City, we can let the Witch of Death take action and get rid of the sealed demon."

"Does the Witch of Death have a reason to kill the demon?" Pros asked back, making Lola fall into silence.

"For the Witch of Death, the more forces that are hostile to God, the more beneficial it is. Killing the sealed demon will only make her feel isolated and helpless, right?"

Lola remained silent, bit off a piece of bread, and after thinking carefully for a moment, she said, "Lord Akhtar, there is a way."

Pros: "..."

This female knight has an... irrational worship of Akhtar, thinking that Akhtar must have a way to solve the current problem, but Akhtar is a human after all, and there is no way to influence the overall situation.

And the barrier is not sealed with a demon, but a real god, how could it be really given to the Witch of Death to kill.

"Yearning is the farthest emotion from understanding." Pros said with a smile, and then he saw Laura showing a dissatisfied expression.

Obviously, this knight lady was not happy to hear him slander Akhtar... No, he didn't slander him, he just said that Laura worshipped Akhtar too much, which led to her blind trust in Akhtar.

If one day he found out that Akhtar was not as perfect as he imagined, he might be seriously hit.

But now it was useless for him to say anything.

"Forget it, I'll go... take a look around." Waving his hand, Pros stood up on his knees and then disappeared from Laura's sight.

In response, Laura did not react much. She lowered her head and ate bread silently. After eating, she raised her hand and touched her head, remembering the gentle smile that Akhtar showed her when he touched her head a few days ago.

That man must have some considerations.

...

...

On the other side.

"Human, go to hell!" A humanoid figure jumped out of the shadows and attacked Pros, but in a flash, his head was cut off by a bright waning moon.

Putting the long sword back into the sheath, Pros stepped over the dead body of the monster and came to an uninhabited stone pile. He saw a dwarf loli hugging her knees with her arms, leaning against the stone in silence.

Pali is said to be the granddaughter of a high-ranking member of the Church of Dusk, but her grandfather was killed by Akhtar, leaving Pali alone.

A rather pitiful dwarf loli.

"Put away your rude look." The dwarf loli glanced at Pros coldly, and then went straight to the point, "The higher-ups asked you to lure Akhtar to the outskirts of the Kingdom of Disaster, where he can remain relatively motionless."

"Are you planning to snipe Akhtar?" Pros immediately analyzed what the high-ranking members of the Church of Dusk were planning to do to Akhtar.

The dwarf loli did not answer this.

She herself was not very clear about what the high-ranking members of the Church of Dusk were going to do, but she only knew that Pros had some connection with Akhtar and could find an excuse to attract Akhtar to the outskirts of the Kingdom of Disaster.

And that was enough.

"Are there any specific direction requirements?" Pros asked, and the dwarf loli raised her hand and pointed to the direction where the sun rose.

And that place was also the destination of the moving Kingdom of Disaster, the place where the goddess of plague fell, the Lionheart City.

Pros raised his hand and touched the hilt, then nodded and said:

"Okay."

"Akhtar must arrive at the designated location by tomorrow afternoon at the latest." The dwarf loli stood up and left the rubble.

The next day.

The sky was slightly bright.

Ximu glanced at the horizon, and the outline of the Lionheart City was vaguely visible. Then he turned his head to look at the one-armed swordsman Pros next to him and asked:

"What do you want to do with me?"

"Akhtar, you lied to us, didn't you?" Pros' face was solemn, and he pressed the hilt with one hand. "The one sealed in the barrier is not a demon, but a god."

He pulled out half of the sword.

"Your real purpose is to sacrifice the god to the witch of death."

The cold wind blew, rolling snowflakes between the two people, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, with a sense of oppression that was about to explode.

Ximu tilted his head and looked at the one-armed swordsman opposite him, then looked around, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Yes, that's my purpose."

"..." Pros was stunned, as if he doubted his ears. The doubts he expressed before were just to delay time and let Akhtar fall into a self-proving trap.

In fact, he never doubted Akhtar, but he thought Akhtar had some hidden secrets and concealed the key information.

However.

"Why do you look so unbelievable?" Ximu tilted his head and smiled badly, "Didn't you guess the truth?"

"Hey, hey, hey... You are not kidding, right?" Pros subconsciously took a few steps back, feeling that he could not accept what Akhtar said.

Akhtar, who challenged the immortal snake for justice in Gear City without hesitation and did not ask for any reward afterwards, is a real cultist.

How could such a thing be possible.

"Don't you believe in the Goddess of Life?" he asked in a dry voice. He in turn testified for Akhtar, trying to find some evidence that Akhtar was not a villain.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to accept the fact that Akhtar is a villain, even though he has joined the Twilight Order and wants to cooperate with the Twilight Order to assassinate Akhtar.

But it is still difficult to accept that Akhtar is a villain.

How to describe this feeling? It's like he has been corrupted and completely broken, but he still retains... longing for Bai Yueguang in his heart in the past. He feels that Bai Yueguang is the opposite of himself, which makes him feel that the world is not so bad.

But now that Akhtar actually admits that he is a villain, this feeling is like meeting Bai Yueguang again and discovering that she is a bitch. His previous longing for Bai Yueguang was just self-indulgent.

Uncomfortable.

shock.

anger.

I don't know, and it's hard to describe my mood at this moment. It's obvious that the man in front of me...should be a hero as white as the moonlight.

"Ah, I believe in the goddess of life." Ximu raised his hand, lifted his black hair from his forehead, and said with cold eyes:

"But I also believe in the Witch of Death."

He took out the Great Sword of Death.

"Why do you think the Witch of Death gave me the Great Sword of Death, but other followers of Death did not?"

Poulos fell into silence, suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist, and struck at Akhtar with all his strength.

"Qiang!" The great sword of death came forward at a faster speed, directly cutting off the long knife that was coming, and then the blade of the sword turned and rested on Pross's shoulder.

Ximu held up the sword of death, looked at Pros with cold eyes, and asked: "You seem to be very angry, why?"

"Aren't you afraid that the goddess of life will be sad?" Poulos asked. He grabbed Akhtar's sword of death and was able to use the prayer of the goddess of life, which shows that Akhtar has a very strong belief in the goddess of life. The heart is right.

"As long as the goddess of life doesn't know about it, that's fine." Ximu replied, "You...have too many expectations of me."

Pros was silent for a moment, looked at the supposedly innocent hero opposite, closed his eyes in despair, and said:

"Then if you die, I don't need to feel guilty."

Yes.

The man in front of him was not the noble hero he knew, but a liar. So he didn't need to feel any guilt when he lured Akhtar out and let the higher-ups of the Twilight Order assassinate him.

And at the same time.

In Lionheart City.

"Target locked." Hercules squatted down, grabbed a boulder on the ground, and aimed at the Kingdom of Disaster that was moving in the distance, and at Akhtar who was standing still.

His palm slightly increased the force, and the power from "density" compressed the boulder into pebbles.

Even a small stone can explode with unimaginable power as long as it is forced to spread using the ability of density.

Destroy a country with one stone.

According to people's common sense, this is almost impossible, but as long as you master the power of "density", you will find that a small stone also has incredible power.

"Farewell, hero."

With a regretful farewell, Hercules threw the stone in his hand. The density acted on the stone, changing from compression to... release.

"Boom!" The air trembled, and red light penetrated the air and shot towards Akhtar.

And right now.

Poulos also started to take action. He suddenly stretched out only one hand and grabbed Akhtar's wrist, leaving the hero no time to escape.

Subsequently.

"Boom!" The roar resounded throughout the Land of Disaster, and white light swallowed up everything in the field of vision.

"Akhtar, are you okay?" A gentle female voice suddenly came, making Poulos stunned. He should be... dead.

"Ah, it's okay." Xi Mu casually swung the sword of death, and the blade cut along Pross's shoulder, cutting him in half.

"It was really a timely move." He looked at Mist who appeared next to him and smiled.

"I was almost killed in a sneak attack."

"Please don't believe too much in my power." Mist frowned, feeling... displeased that Akhtar did not dodge and waited for her to protect him.

It would be dangerous if she didn't react.

"Okay." Ximu agreed readily, and then turned his gaze to Pross, who was cut in half and had a weak breath:

"It seems that the goddess of fate is also protecting me."

That's how fate is blind.

Poulos opened his eyes wide, looked at Akhtar's evil smile, and died unwillingly.

"Why does a Twilight believer react so strongly to the fact that you are not a hero?" Mist asked doubtfully. She did not care about whether Akhtar was a true hero, nor did she care whether Akhtar believed in gods.

From the beginning to the end, the only person she cared about was Akhtar.

"I don't know either." Ximu replied casually, looking at Hercules in Lionheart City.

After he raises the hero's reputation to a certain level, many NPCs will automatically have a certain degree of favorable impression of him. This favorable impression... may be much higher than that of the people around him, and he will fall into a kind of fanatical state.

Much like a real fan.

Therefore, when the player performs behavior that is inconsistent with the hero, it will cause the NPC to collapse, or it will find reasons to explain to the player.

"What should we do next?" Mist asked, and saw Akhtar turning around and looking at the heroes attracted by the silence.

"Pros is a spy sent by the Twilight Believers." Ximu explained to the heroes, pointing to the direction of Lionheart City.

"As long as we cross Lionheart City, our goal will be achieved. Please lend me... no, lend the power to the goddess of fate."

"Yes!" Laura was the first to respond, and the other heroes looked at each other and responded one after another.

For the famous hero Akhtar, they subconsciously abandoned unnecessary doubts and focused on the Twilight Believers.

...

...

On the other side.

In front of Lionheart City.

A large number of Twilight Believers poured out, most of them were firewood with low strength, and they were all cannon fodder on the battlefield. It was unrealistic to deal with the heroes.

But they never thought about dealing with the heroes.

Instead, they were consumables used to cause weirdness. Under the influence of the source of fear, they were enough to cause weirdness of sufficient scale.

"Everything is ready." The nun came over and bowed to Hercules, "We can attack the moving Kingdom of Disaster."

"Yes." Hercules nodded, pushed the ground with both feet, and his body shot out like a cannonball with the explosion of air waves.

He didn't care about the insignificant details of the plan. For him, he only needed to focus on one thing, that is, to kill Akhtar.

Then he took the Sword of Light and unsealed the source of fear.

However, Hercules was not the only one who wanted to kill Akhtar.

"Akhtar must be killed by me!" Among the Dusk believers, Count Dracula flew out and turned into countless bats, chasing Hercules, worried that Akhtar would be killed in advance.

Nun: "..."

At the critical moment, this group of people did not act according to the plan. The plan they had agreed on before was not taken seriously at all.

Compared with killing Akhtar, it is more important to kill the strongest human Thor. Why should we focus on a guy who is not very critical?

On the other side.

"Bang!" Hercules' tall body fell and stood in front of Akhtar, ignoring the heroes who surrounded him.

"Akhtar, are you going to hide behind a woman?"

"Yes." Ximu would answer confidently, and he had no shame at all for Misty protecting him behind him.

"Ha... Is this considered a hero?" Hercules sneered, trying to provoke Akhtar to fight.

However, Ximu has not replied yet.

"You are not worthy of fighting Akhtar." Misty began to defend Akhtar, "If you can't even beat me, then you are not qualified to fight Akhtar."

Hercules: "..."