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

Early morning.

A ray of white light overflowed from the end of the mountains, as if it was a knife polished to the extreme, cutting through the darkness that enveloped the world.

"Bingsi, are you going to watch the duel?" Ximu put down the spoon and asked the sleepy Bingsi Witch not far away.

Today is the date of the duel between the fake Akhtar and Grace, which attracted a large number of spectators, and even the eyes of the gods were attracted.

However.

"I have no interest in duels." The sick witch yawned and her eyes fell on the plague goddess across the table, "You should go with someone who is interested in duels."

The plague goddess was stunned for a moment, then smiled and explained: "I am not interested in duels, but I am interested in the brilliance of human nature in the duel."

"People who are interested in duels like to use this set of rhetoric." The sick witch rolled her eyes, and her voice showed no respect for the plague goddess.

But this was not something unexpected.

In the background setting of the Sick Witch, the Sick Witch was originally a saint-like figure, very good at various healing magics, and possessed extremely amazing talents, but unfortunately she was in the period of the plague, watching her friends around her being killed by the plague, but she was powerless.

For this reason, the Sick Witch continued to study healing magic and the plague, hoping to find a way to solve the impact of the plague.

And in the process of continuous research and continuous rescue, the Sick Witch found that her treatment methods... had no meaning. Even if she found a way to solve the plague, the plague that had infiltrated people's bodies would immediately change, causing her painstaking research methods to fail, and there was no way to save anyone at all.

This is a power from the conceptual level, which cannot be solved by research.

So the research direction of the Sick Witch changed, from studying how to cure the plague to how to have the power to fight the concept of "disease".

And of course, the Sick Witch successfully obtained the power to fight the disease. Because of her obsession with the concept of disease and her in-depth understanding of the plague, she became the Sick Witch.

From a doctor who saves people to a witch who gives diseases.

However, by manipulating the concept of "disease", the Witch of Death does have the ability to stop people from getting sick, and theoretically can solve the crisis of plague from the root.

However, after the Witch of Death saved several countries, she was attacked by the coalition formed by the church on the grounds that the Witch of Death deprived people of the freedom to die, allowing people who could have gone to hell to continue to suffer in the world.

This led to a dramatic change in the mentality of the Witch of Death who came to Valhalla after death. From wanting to save people who were in pain, to the idea that their life and death had nothing to do with me, and I had to live purely for myself.

This is also why the Witch of Death is so cowardly. She is now living purely for herself and will not abandon her life for any noble ideas.

As long as you live well, it's fine.

"Then you stay." Ximu did not force it. He stood up with his hands on the table and said to the Witch of Death:

"Don't go out casually, otherwise you may encounter danger." After that, he left the mansion with the goddess of plague.

Does this count as a hint that there is no danger if you don't go out?

The sick witch looked at the two people who left. Although she had no intention of leaving the mansion, she knew that she was the target of the witch's capture. Was Akhtar's words a hint to her that she would be safe as long as she stayed in the mansion.

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Dueling arena.

Ximuluo was sitting in the audience, and saw the goddess of plague next to him handing her a bag filled with biscuits of different shapes and flavors.

The duel was about to begin.

"Have you heard?" Someone next to him was discussing. It was a man with a green cockscomb hairstyle, who said to his friend with a red slicked back hair next to him:

"After Akhtar successfully rescued the princess, he also successfully helped the princess restore her country and pulled out the sword of light that only upright people can pull out, but the price was that he was infected with Surtur's fire."

He showed a regretful expression on his face.

"That man will die soon."

"It's just possible in the future." The man with the red slicked back hair rolled his eyes and explained to his brother:

"When the prophecy clearly told, the direction of fate was deviated, and the original tragedy could not happen anyway."

The man with the green cockscomb thought for a while, then patted his friend's shoulder and said:

"I heard that Princess Leticia appeared in Lionheart City."

"Come to find your hero?" The man with the red slicked back hair showed a curious expression, and saw his brother shook his head, his expression was very subtle.

"I heard that Princess Leticia, with a group of people, blocked the door of the guy who called himself Akhtar, and beat the guy who called himself Akhtar to his knees and beg for mercy."

"Suddenly I feel that the ticket is a bit expensive." The man with the red slicked back hair twitched his mouth, and he began to regret buying the ticket at a high price.

In response, the green-haired cockscomb man shook his head and smiled, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance: "That Princess Leticia is just a princess of a small country, it is impossible for her to come to Lionheart City in such a short time."

Although he is just a low-level person who washes dishes in Lionheart City, he is still proud of being a member of Lionheart City, and does not think much of the remote and backward Iris Kingdom.

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At the same time.

On the other side.

"Are you so excited because of the impostor?" Shark Girl Cassuta crossed her arms, with a serrated sword stuck beside her.

Theoretically, weapons were not allowed in the auditorium, but after she calmed down and communicated with the top management of the duel venue.

Weapons can be brought into the duel arena at will.

"You can always hide your whereabouts without exposing the impostor." Leticia's voice next to her was calm, her emerald green eyes reflected the duel field, "That person must not be a simple person, maybe he is related to the devil or witch."

For the past three days, they had been trying to find the person pretending to be Akhtar, but they had never found it. Even though the shark girl Kasiut put a big knife on the dueling arena boss's neck, scaring the dueling arena boss to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But no valid information was ever asked.

"What's the point of doing this?" Shark Girl Cassuta asked, then she was stunned for a moment, raised her finger and pointed to the audience in the distance, "Miss Leticia, there are friends you know."

"..."

Leticia went as she expected and saw Asraqi sitting with Siegfried, who happened to meet her eyes.

The eyes of both parties overlapped, and then they waved hello to each other.

"That girl is Letitia, right?" Siegfried touched his chin and asked his daughter who was smiling elegantly next to him, "You just want to pry her into a corner?"

Aslaqi: "..."

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally said the wrong thing." Siegfried smiled heartily, raised his hand and rubbed Aslaqi's head, "Since you are not married, there is no talk of trying to gain leverage. "

"Father, can you please stop trying to break the wall again?" Aslaki suppressed her voice, feeling helpless at Siegfried's evil intentions.

She slightly modified her description of the future, but Siegfried was still keenly aware of the truth.

"You can't grow if you can't face your inner despicability calmly." Siegfried smiled and told his life insights, "Human desires have been turbid from the beginning and have never been truly clear."

After saying that, he pointed into the distance.

"That little dragon princess is also interested in Akhtar, right?"

Aslaqi subconsciously followed her lead and saw a delicate-looking white-haired lolita, protected by several powerful dragons in the center.

The obvious identity is not simple.

The white-haired loli seemed to feel something and turned around, met Aslaqi's eyes, and then nodded to each other.

And right now.

The host of the duel came out. He was wearing a neat suit and a professional smile. He looked at the packed auditorium and felt a little nervous in his heart.

This is not because there are too many people. In fact, this is not the first time that overcrowding has happened, but it is a bit tricky to gather the audience this time. The princess and the king from the Sky City, the little princess from the Dragon Empire, and the dead A high-ranking figure in the sect.

They are all a group of guys who cannot be offended.

If any problem occurs during the duel, the crisis will definitely be beyond the scope of one's own handling.

So there can be absolutely no mistakes.

"I think you all came here to confirm one thing." He said to everyone present with a professional smile.

"Is the person participating in the duel Akhtar?"

The atmosphere became slightly stagnant.

The duel field host shook his head and showed a helpless expression: "In fact, we don't know, and there is no way to identify it, but the deeds of destroying the Twilight Order branch and defeating the monster undoubtedly happened. ”

He stroked his chest and bowed. .

"So no matter what the truth is, there is no doubt that this duel has enough to watch, and everyone will not be disappointed."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere became heated instantly.

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, everyone who comes here wants to have fun, and if the quality of this duel is high enough.

That's naturally a good thing.

The host of the duel field breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his hand and pointed at the entrance of the duelist, loudly saying: "Next, please welcome the... heroes who conquer monsters and twilight believers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a corpse wearing silver armor was thrown out, drawing a ditch in the sand of the duel ground, and did not stop until it was at the feet of the host of the duel ground.

The atmosphere solidified in an instant.

"It's indeed a fake." A dwarf loli walked out with a pair of hammers. She glanced at the confused host and said:

"Are you ready to accept the price of pretending to be the Lord of Ashes?" Her hammers ignited with flames, and her smile became dangerous at this moment.

"You are all going to die here."

Today, the Twilight Order has begun to change its beliefs. It originally believed in the Fire Giant Surtur and became the Lord of Ashes, Akhtar. Therefore, after realizing that someone was planning to play Akhtar, it immediately stimulated the Twilight Order. reaction.

That means anyone who goes to the dueling arena must die.

"Wait, what does this have to do with us?" Some spectators said in panic, looking around at the Twilight Believers who appeared from nowhere:

"We're just here to watch a show!"

"This is your death penalty." The dwarf Loli said expressionlessly, "Why, can you watch this kind of drama that offends the Lord of Ashes?"

Speaking of which, she added another sentence.

"The Lord of Ashes who exists at the end of time is Akhtar. Since you guys dare to come and watch this duel, there is absolutely no reason to live."

"What connection can this have!" Someone said angrily, "Isn't the Lord of Ashes the Fire Giant Surtur?"

Suppose someone pretends to be the Fire Giant Surtur to participate in the duel, then of course they would not dare to come and watch for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Dwarf Loli said calmly: "The Lord of Ashes has been replaced now."

Regarding the replacement of the Lord of Ashes, the Dusk Order went to the Sealed Land to check and found that the Fire Giant Surtur was no longer the Lord of Ashes, but a god infected with the Flame of Ashes. Although the Fire Giant Surtur was still He has the idea of ​​​​burning the world, but he is not the Lord of Ashes after all.

Therefore, it is normal for the Twilight Order to change the object of their faith.

From the beginning to the end, the true belief of the Twilight Order is the Lord of Ashes who represents Ragnarok, not a specific person.

In the past, the belief in the Fire Giant Surtur was mainly because the Fire Giant Surtur carried the power of Ragnarok.

So it can become a totem object.

"Can the Lord of Ashes still be replaced?" Someone asked, but the dwarf Loli had no idea of ​​answering. She suddenly swung the flaming hammer in her hand and shot out like a cannonball.

"Bang!" A big hand grasped the incoming sledgehammer, inserting its five fingers into the sledgehammer, ignoring the burning ashes.

"Are there any people in the Twilight Order who retain memories of the future?" Siegfried weighed the sledgehammer burning with ash flames in his hand, but was not affected by the ash flames in any way.

There are many people in this world infected with the Ember Flame, but it does not mean that everyone can use the Ember Flame to the extent of burning the gods to death.

The Ember Flames possessed by most Twilight Cultists are only relatively powerful fires.

"Maybe the Fire Giant Surtur is too useless." A male voice came from the entrance of the duelist, and then a giant about the same size as a human slowly walked out.

He gives people an extremely strong feeling, like forged steel compressed into small pieces, full of toughness and explosive power at the same time.

Hercules, the hero of the past, had the ability to influence density.

"There is no doubt that you will all die here." Hercules met Siegfried's gaze with an indifferent gaze, and moved his wrist, "But you and Princess Aslaki can leave alive."

"This is not like the style of the Twilight Order." Siegfried's expression became subtle. He did not expect that the Twilight believers who were bent on burning the world would treat him differently.

The reason was because his daughter knew Akhtar.

"But it seems that someone doesn't intend to let you kill people indiscriminately." He looked up at the sky and saw a pair of hands covering the sky, as if holding the duel field as a glass ball in his palm, and a pair of burgundy red eyes could be seen between his fingers. Eyes.