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

"War is not a one-on-one duel." Ximu laughed, "Winning by any means necessary is what we should consider now."

His eyes became cold.

"You should have sent someone to assassinate Thor now, right?"

"Then we must hurry up and help Lord Thor!" Laura who was listening became anxious, subconsciously wanting to rush to help Thor, otherwise if the moving Kingdom of Disaster falls, it will cause an unprecedented disaster.

"Don't worry." A tall girl holding a bow in one hand grabbed Laura's wrist and looked at the anxious Laura:

"Your Excellency Akhtar, you must have made arrangements in advance."

"..." Laura's anxious mood immediately calmed down. She nodded gently to Atalanta and said, "Thank you."

Atalanta shook her head slightly and cast a vigilant gaze on Hercules. She knew that man, a hero who was praised by people in the past. He later killed his wife and children for unknown reasons and joined the Twilight Order.

"There is such an arrangement." Hercules frankly admitted that there was no need to keep secret the assassination of Thor. Everyone could think of the key to Thor's war.

If Thor can be successfully assassinated, moving the seal of the Source of Fear will become nonsense.

The Twilight Order can also have enough time to unlock the seal of the source of fear.

"But we have another arrangement." He moved his wrist and assumed an attack stance, "Take back the prototype Sword of Light from your hands, thereby unlocking the seal of the Source of Fear."

The atmosphere became tense.

And right now.

"Akhtar, you must let me kill you." Countless bats flew over and gathered into a human form. He was wearing a black windbreaker, had two sharp fangs, his aura was dark and deep, and his handsome appearance had an unusual General seduction.

He said to Hercules:

"This is our agreement."

"..." Hercules did not agree immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly and looked at the vampire Count Dracula. He was thinking about whether to kill this troublesome vampire. There was no time for Count Dracula to seek revenge now. .

Recapturing the prototype Sword of Light is the top priority.

"That's good, let's change our opponents." The Red Dragon King walked out from among the many heroes and came directly to Hercules.

Two equally tall and powerful men looked at each other without any sign of weakness.

The Red Dragon King is the pinnacle of the Red Dragon clan.

Hercules, who wields the power of demons.

"You... are very weak." The Red Dragon King grinned, flames leaking from the gaps between his teeth, and without hesitation, he let out a blast of dragon breath, and the blazing flames blew Hercules away.

And his body rushed out like a cannonball, fighting with Hercules who flew backwards.

Unexpected... no, it was expected.

It is a matter of course that the Red Dragon King, who is at the top of the Red Dragon clan, is no less powerful than Hercules who possesses the power of demons.

Dragons are creatures that stand at the apex of ecological niches.

The Red Dragon King is the dragon king who stands at the top of the dragon clan. Unless he is promoted to the demon realm, it is impossible to crush the Red Dragon King in power.

"Then I'll deal with you." Ximu withdrew his gaze, turned his gaze to the vampire Count Dracula, and chuckled:

"Although I don't know what the deep hatred between you and me is, I will give you a one-on-one opportunity."

"You...killed my brother." Count Dracula was even more angry. This man actually didn't even understand why he wanted revenge.

However, Ximu didn't care about Count Dracula's anger. He turned to Mister and said:

"Let me fight him alone."

"Yes." Mist agreed softly, completely without the arrogance and awe before, just like a well-behaved kitten, forming a strong contrast.

She took a few steps back, but the long knife she held tightly in her hand was still aimed at the vampire count. If anything went wrong, the blade would be unsheathed immediately.

Cut off the vampire's head.

Count Dracula glanced at Mist, but he didn't care much about it. This was not because he was confident that he could crush Mist, the hero who was praised as the Valkyrie.

He could feel the difference in strength between the two sides.

"Pa!" There was a burst of applause, and the vision changed and came to a dark church.

There was no one else but him and Akhtar.

Desecrate the church.

The power that can suppress all "gods", any power related to gods, will be suppressed in the church to the extent that it is almost impossible to use.

It will also cause people to fall into a state of depravity, continuously causing people's spirits to fall into a negative state, and thus fall into madness.

"It's just you and me here." Count Dracula reached out into the void and pulled out a blood-stained knight's sword.

The blasphemous knight's sword has the power to target "gods". The specific effect is that it has a strong restraint on all powers coming from gods.

"You can't use your life to pray here."

"..." Ximu felt that his efficiency in using the life system to pray has dropped significantly. This is not because Count Dracula expanded the kingdom in his heart and cut off his connection with the goddess of life. It is purely because of the power of "prayer". The efficiency here is extremely compressed.

And this also means that he cannot be careless. If it is penetrated through the heart, brain and other vital parts, there is no way to heal quickly with the power of life prayer.

Now he doesn't have the same high tolerance for error as before.

"Why do you think I will lose without the power of the goddess of life?" He looked around, and the moonlight from the stained glass fell on a statue of the goddess with tears of blood.

"Because you are weaker than me." Dracula asserted, and the Blasphemy Knight Sword in his hand was lowered, approaching Akhtar step by step, and the friction between the sword and the ground burst out sparks.

In terms of strength, he has surpassed the limit of the human realm.

And Akhtar has just touched the limit of the human realm. There is an essential difference in strength between the two sides. As long as Akhtar does not have the immortality given by the prayer of life.

Then it would be easy for him to win.

"Boom--!!" Count Dracula's speed suddenly increased, and the Blasphemy Knight Sword in his hand cut through the air and stabbed towards Akhtar's neck.

And as if he had predicted it, Akhtar waved the greatsword of death in his hand and blocked the stabbing sword.

"Clang!" The dim church echoed with the sound of swords clashing, and the brilliant firelight tore through the darkness, making the church bright for a short time.

It also allowed Akhtar and Count Dracula to see each other's cheeks clearly, and their eyes reflected each other, both full of absolute confidence in victory.

...

...

Outside world.

"Let's get started, for the great wish of burning the world." Machirizoer squatted down, pressed his palm on the ground, and the shadow behind him began to wriggle and spread, turning into a dark door, and slowly opened with the door.

Several big snakes suddenly rushed out, opened their sharp fangs, and bit the small continent in the sky.

The snake body, which was hundreds of meters long, turned into bridges.

The dusk believers and monsters followed the snake body and launched an attack on the miniature continent in the sky.

"Where did they get so many miscellaneous soldiers?" Atalanta raised a bow and arrow, sniping at the monsters approaching from the sky.

Based on her understanding of the Twilight Cult, there shouldn't be so many miscellaneous soldiers, but in the actual confrontation, she found that... the Twilight Cult had a lot of miscellaneous soldiers, and a large part of these miscellaneous soldiers were humans and elves.

The lower level of the Twilight Cult should be composed of dwarves.

"I heard that it was too cold, so many people began to believe in the fire giant Surtur in order to keep warm." Laura waved her sword and killed the attacking Twilight believers, and told Atalanta who was facing away from her the news.

Atalanta was silent for a while, and then returned to normal, focusing on the weirdness in the sky.

Now the Twilight believers are enemies, no matter what reason they believe in the fire giant Surtur, she can't hold back.

It is necessary to ensure that the demon seal is not destroyed.

On the other side.

"Wait, don't chase me!" Suna ran out of the church in a panic, followed by an octopus girl. Her skin was pink, and her slender fingers were attached with suction cups. She was tightly attached to a water-blue rapier and kept stabbing at Suna's back.

"The candidate for the Saint of Fate, is she a woman who can only run away!" The octopus girl provoked, and the tentacles under her skirt squirmed, as if they were spider legs, chasing Suna closely.

Originally, she thought that if she met the candidate for the Saint of Fate, she would be easily killed in seconds, but the reality was that she was chasing the candidate for the Saint of Fate.

Who would have thought that the noble candidate for the Saint of Fate was so weak in combat.

"I won't run if you don't chase me!" Suna answered honestly. She didn't have the ability to return from death now. If she was killed... she could only go to heaven to serve the three goddesses of fate, and she would never be able to interfere in anything in the world again.

And she still had a memory of the world.

"Goddess, help me!" She began to pray to the three goddesses of fate, and then her foot was tripped by a stone, just avoiding the sword stabbed by the octopus girl, and her body rolled into the pit.

Then she saw a little loli wearing a silver-gray cloak, white hair and red eyes. The two looked at each other in surprise, and seemed to have not reacted yet.

The atmosphere fell into a subtle atmosphere.

"Now you have no way to escape, right?" The octopus girl also chased after her. She stood on the edge of the pit and looked down at the two people below... Wait, why are there two people, there shouldn't be only one candidate for the fate saint.

However, the reality did not allow her to think too much.

"Boom!" The hot dragon breath submerged her in the next moment, and the scorching heat turned her into a grilled squid, emitting an attractive burnt aroma.

"Thank you..." Suna came back to her senses, turned her head and looked at the white-haired loli with her smoking mouth closed, wanting to ask about the other party's identity.

In response, the white-haired loli pulled down her hood, turned around and disappeared in a hurry. Suna shouted several times, but there was no response.

It seems that he doesn't intend to talk to her.

But after all, she is out of danger. Now she just needs to find Eden or Akhtar quickly to ensure her own safety.

Thinking of this.

Suna climbed out of the pit and ran towards Eden. She was quite confident about the omniscient saint Eden. As long as she could run to Eden's side, she would not be in any danger.

That was a tough guy who could keep his memory after death.

Fortunately, Suna passed through the chaotic battlefield, avoided the crazy dusk believers and monsters, and successfully found Eden. She was seen kneeling quietly on a flattened stone, with several unconscious dusk believers around her.

Not far away was Thor, the strongest human who drank.

Compared to the wars elsewhere, this place seemed extremely quiet. If it weren't for the few unconscious Dusk believers on the ground, it would really make people feel that nothing had happened here.

"Eden, are you okay?" Suna raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and sat down next to Eden.

She was absolutely safe here.

"It's okay." Eden shook his head calmly, his emerald eyes looking into the distance, and Suna followed his sight. Except for the flying monsters, she saw nothing else, but when she looked back at Eden, she saw... fighting.

The emerald eyes reflected the battle between Akhtar and the vampire, a duel of life and death in the small church.

"Hoo!" Count Dracula shouted angrily, and the Blasphemous Knight Sword in his hand burst into blood light, and the speed suddenly began to increase, and the continuous slashes poured down on Akhtar.

"Clang clang clang!!!" The endless blood-colored light blades collided with the great sword of death wrapped in black flames, and each time they burst out brilliant flames. The impact of the sword blades turned into wind blades, crushing the benches in the church.

The vampires who have survived for more than a thousand years and hate the gods so much have skills and strength that are basically difficult to find flaws.

Very strong.

But... it's just very strong.

"What?!?" Count Dracula couldn't help shrinking his eyes. His trained skills... were seen through.

At the moment he was about to swing the next sword.

Akhtar intercepted in advance, interrupted his inertia of swinging the sword, and counterattacked. The great sword of death wrapped in black flames brushed his cheek, leaving a deep blood mark, and was burned by the flames in an instant.

"Nothing is surprising. People who live long usually have a rigid mind." Ximu swung the sword of death, watching Count Dracula take a few steps back, cautiously touching the scar on his face, his eyes as calm as ever... no, it should be indifferent.

It is a kind of complete indifference to the existence of others, which can also be understood as... arrogance, looking down on others from the heart, and the resulting sense of arrogance.

This guy is... a genius.

Count Dracula remembered this fact. There are many such people in the long history. They are a group of geniuses who can promote world change. They are called demons or witches.

And their commonality is unconscious... arrogance, looking down on everything from a high place, looking down on everything from top to bottom.

Because they are geniuses, they can be invincible.

Because they are geniuses, there are no problems.

Because they are geniuses, they can do everything.

"You disgusting fellow." Count Dracula expressed his inner feelings. He hated Akhtar's eyes, which reminded him of the God of War, the guy who brought him eternal shame.

He attacked again.

"I'm going to dig out your... eyes!"