After get off work, start speeding through another world

Chapter 102: All-night massacre and tomorrow’s trial
Blood, splatter.

Ximu glanced at the fallen body with cold eyes, and then continued to walk forward. The moonlight poured in from the window and fell on his blood-stained armor, giving it a terrifying sheen.

The corpses behind him were burning with black flames, giving people the illusion that he had walked out of hell.

"Stop...don't go any further!" A nun holding a dagger blocked Ximu's path.

Her legs were trembling, and the warm liquid spread along her ankles, forming a small pool.

Ximu didn't seem to hear, and went straight to the nun, and then stabbed the nun to death with a sword, who did not dare to move.

Calm drew his sword and passed the nun.

"Brother, I am not a believer of the Blood Church." A weak and pitiful voice came. Ximu looked along the place where the voice came from, and saw a little red hat wearing a red cloak walking out of the corner, looking at him with an uneasy expression.

"Can you let me leave?"

"..."

Ximu looked at Little Red Riding Hood in the red cloak next to him and recognized the other person's identity. The lolita, known as Little Red Riding Hood by players, has the ability to "resurrect the dead". As long as the body remains intact and the death time does not exceed one minute, it can be resurrected. its resurrection.

But since Little Red Riding Hood is here, the werewolf known as the Big Bad Wolf must also be here.

"Get out of here quickly." He said in a cold voice, seeming to ignore Little Red Riding Hood, but at the moment when he was about to pass by.

A dagger coated with poison slipped out of Little Red Riding Hood's sleeve and stabbed Ximu in the lower back.

"Qiang!" As if with foresight, the Great Sword of Death blocked the sneak attack dagger in advance. Upon seeing this, Little Red Riding Hood quickly retreated, and at the same time threw out several daggers to interfere, preventing Akhtar from pursuing immediately.

Ximu casually split the incoming dagger, watched Little Red Riding Hood jump a few steps back, and stood next to a werewolf with a vicissitudes of face.

"First meeting." The werewolf with a vicissitudes of face smiled, took out the knight's sword from behind, and assumed an attack posture.

"Isn't it necessary to introduce yourself?" After saying this, the knight's sword in his hand emitted golden lightning, and then stabbed the ground hard, detonating the bomb that had been buried in advance.

"Boom!" A violent explosion suddenly occurred in the corridor, and the werewolf took the opportunity to hold Little Red Riding Hood under his arm and escape.

Fighting... of course is impossible. With Akhtar's fighting talent, as long as he has a few contacts, he will figure out the fighting routine, and then he will be hacked to death by Akhtar.

So he had no intention of fighting head-on from the beginning.

"Horn, that guy...reacts so fast!" Little Red Riding Hood looked excited and waved the small dagger.

"It's like he predicted my sneak attack!"

"Maybe he will really predict it." The werewolf complained as he ran away, and then slammed into the corridor window, with glass fragments flying, and jumped into the garden outside the window.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly grabbed Little Red Riding Hood by the back collar and threw it towards the puddle in the distance.

"Hey, hey, hey...is your reaction speed too fast?" The werewolf turned around, pointed the knight sword in his hand at the approaching Akhtar, and said:
"I want to be more prepared."

"You are not a blood believer." Ximu's tone was casual, while the werewolf nodded readily after hearing this, but retreated step by step.

He spread his hands.

"The Church of Blood hired me to deal with you."

"Really?" Ximu responded coldly, looked around with his only remaining eye, and said:

"You set a... trap here, right?"

"There are no traps. It's just me and you... dueling one on one." The werewolf smiled heartily, "As a hero, you shouldn't be afraid of dueling with me, right?"

He did not set a trap in the garden. He just arranged a magic circle in the garden in advance to expand the range of his ability.

"I have no interest in wasting time with you." Ximu responded coldly. He knew the information about the werewolf very well. He is a mercenary who is very determined to defeat the genius. As long as the player's popularity reaches a certain level, he has a chance to meet the NPC character. .

And this character has a special mechanism that allows him to die with the player without the player knowing about it.

"The most devout follower of death, the blade of death, show it here with my blood and my magic power." Ximu chanted the incantation, and the shadow behind him began to squirm, and a woman in black appeared. .

He handed the Great Sword of Death to Miss Black Knife.

"Kill him into ashes, and then kill all the Blood believers in this city." After saying this, Xi Mu took out the spear that penetrated the immortal and continued to move towards the depths of the Blood Church.

Wait...isn't this right?
The werewolf fell into silence, looking at the back of Akhtar who left without hesitation, and then glanced at the approaching Miss Black Knife. He had a strange feeling that the other party... knew his ability a long time ago, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why Akhtar Don't fight him.

His ability is damage synchronization, which allows him to inflict damage on himself in equal proportion to the enemy within a certain range, thus achieving the effect of exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

Under such a premise, no matter what kind of abilities Akhtar masters, or how amazing he is, it has no meaning.

Even if Akhtar could see through his fighting tactics in one second and easily find his flaws, it would just end in them both perishing.

But the ability to synchronize damage requires... a living person. If the enemy is a puppet, or a phantom from the past, then his ability cannot be activated.

"Akhtar, are you planning to escape?" He backed away and shouted at Akhtar's back:
"You're still like this..." Before he could finish his words, a black waning moon struck, and he hurriedly avoided it.

Several rounds of black waning moons shot out again. Before the werewolf could stand completely, he was completely chopped into... pieces, and then burned into ashes by the black flames.

Easily, Horn, known as a genius killer, died.

Little Red Riding Hood climbed out of the lake and stared at this scene blankly, as if she had not yet accurately understood this fact.

Unless Akhtar knew Horn's information in advance and used long-range means to snipe, they would definitely win this battle.

The normal development should be for Horn to find an opportunity to exchange lives with Akhtar, while he, waiting by the side, resurrects Horn before the statute of limitations passes.

But the actual development was that Akhtar summoned an unknown woman in black and hacked Horn into pieces without leaving any ashes.

"Why is this happening?" Little Red Riding Hood murmured, then looked up at Miss Black Knife who appeared next to her, and saw her raising the sword of death high and striking down.

Consciousness stopped abruptly at this moment.

After doing all this, Miss Black Knife turned around and disappeared, and began to massacre the blood believers until all the blood believers in the city were killed.

Like a ghost, silent and silent.

Miss Black Knife walked through the streets and alleys, killing the blood believers she saw. On the streets where people were coming and going, the heads of the blood believers who were walking were suddenly cut off, and they fell to the ground with blood gushing out, but people were It's not even clear who did it.

Such strange scenes continued to occur, and soon spread throughout the Kingdom of Cadilon, making people realize that something was wrong.

Someone...looks like a human anyway, is hunting the Blood Cultists.

And at the same time.

In the Blood Cult branch.

deep.

Private prayer hall.

"Bang" the door was suddenly pushed open, and a knight in silver armor walked in. He was holding a spear with the body of a priest hanging on it.

The spear was swung, and the priest's body flew out and landed at the feet of the statue. He stared at the statue of the God of Blood above with dead eyes.

As if asking for help.

The Blood Bishop looked at this scene, opened his mouth and said, "Why...are you able to get here?"

He has obviously hired very reliable and powerful legendary mercenaries with a 100% mission completion rate.

Why does it fail when it comes to him?

"They fought all the way in." Ximu replied casually, approaching the Blood Bishop step by step, "How dare you stay and not run away?"

"Hmph." The Blood Bishop snorted coldly, flicked the cloak on his body, and then stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the blood spurting from his palm gathered into a sickle.

"Why do you think I'm a bishop?"

In this world with gods, there is a specific assessment process for being a clergy. The better you apply prayers to the corresponding gods, the higher the corresponding status you will have.

And the person who can use the prayer corresponding to the gods well means...the stronger the strength, from which we can also draw a conclusion.

The higher the status of the clergy, the stronger the strength.

"Akhtar, you can stay out of it now!" The Blood Bishop swung his blood sickle, and the blood-condensed slash grazed the wood.

Ximu answered with action. The spear penetrated and collided with the Blood Bishop's scythe.

Sparks fly.

In the cramped prayer hall, spears and sickles clashed, and the spreading air waves shattered rows of benches.

With their current strength, they can collapse the prayer hall in an instant as long as they intend to, but the purpose of the battle is not to destroy external objects.

Instead, the goal is to kill each other. The degree of damage to foreign objects in the process does not reflect the strength they possess.

"Don't think I'm any worse than you heroes!" The blood sickle clenched in the Blood Bishop's hand turned and turned into a long whip. Immediately, he suddenly swung it hard and entangled Ximu's spear. Blood spurted out from his other hand and turned into a spear and penetrated it.

However, when he saw Akhtar grinning and fire emanating from his teeth, the spear suddenly changed and turned into a shield.

"Boom!" The blazing dragon's breath spurted out, instantly drowning the Blood Bishop, and igniting the entire prayer hall. Pillars of blazing red light penetrated out, obliterating a corner of the Blood Church branch.

Even some of the Blood Cultists who had not escaped were burned together.

Da da da--

Footsteps are approaching.

The Blood Bishop crossed his arms with one hand, looked at the silver-armored knight walking across from him, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

"Liliana didn't tell you?" Ximu pretended to be confused, "I am a thief who steals the power of the dragon..."

Blood Bishop: "..."

When Akhtar came to Qadilon, he arranged for Liliana to monitor Akhtar and report all the monitored information.

And from beginning to end, he had never heard from Liliana that Akhtar had stolen the power of the dragon.

How on earth does that damn believer in lies work.

"Since you want to monitor me, you must send someone you can trust." Xi Mu said in a cold voice, and then threw the spear in his hand, condensing into a substantial wind, wrapping the power of death, as if the barrel of a gun was firing. And the bullet came out.

Although the Blood Bishop was well prepared and used his blood to form a barrier and immediately changed his position, he was still penetrated by the spear on his right shoulder and his whole body was dragged upside down by the spear.

Then, Ximu fired a dragon's breath.

The blazing dragon's breath, like the sun being transported, hit the blood bishop flying backwards head-on.

"Bishop of the Little God, don't be too confident." Ximu came to the still breathing Bishop of Blood, pulled out the spear that penetrated the immortal, and then stabbed it into the heart.

According to the setting of the game, the path of the god's practice becomes more and more profound, and believers who follow the path of the god can gain stronger power.

The God of Blood is not very keen on exploring the concept of "blood" and is addicted to male sex.

This also indirectly leads to the generally weak strength of blood believers.

……

...

The next day.

early morning.

"Are you going to judge me?" Mister pulled out the long knife beside her, looked at the Sister of Justice in front of her, and said in a cold voice:

"Then it's okay for me to judge the Saint of Justice, right?"

"Of course." Miss Sister smiled and nodded, not feeling bothered by Mist's bad attitude.

Anyone who can become a saint is a person favored by God and has the qualifications to convey God's will and practice God's will.

And this often means that the saint has great strength.

"Don't say that, what if the Saint of Justice declares you innocent." Liliana said with a smile, then turned to look at Eden aside and asked:

"What do you think, Lord Eden?"

"Maybe." Eden shook his head slightly and did not give a clear answer, but Liliana smiled upon seeing this, and then changed the topic.

"Then let's go and see the judgment of the Saint of Justice."

"Please follow me." The nun nodded slightly and led the three of them to the trial court.

after a while.

Enter the inner city.

Mist noticed something was wrong. The residents on the road looked at her with unconcealable... fear. As long as she looked at them, they would avoid them in fear, full of unnaturalness.

What's the matter.

"They are all the ones who framed you." Liliana smiled and said as if she was on fire, "You are going to be tried anyway, so why not kill them all now so that no one will accuse you? Massacred."

Mister: "..."

"Isn't it?" Liliana held her chin with her hand, "Whether it is an accusation or a lie, it is all based on... someone. As long as you kill everyone who accuses you, doesn't it mean that no one accuses you? ?"

She clapped her hands happily.

"Mister, this way you are not guilty!"

"Bang!" A head knock sounded. Lilliana looked aggrieved and looked at Eden who was knocking her on the head. Her innocent eyes seemed to ask why she was hit on the head.

In response, Eden just gave him a reproachful look.

"Actually, I'm just joking." Liliana changed her tone and appeared to be very well-behaved. Although she had not been with Eden for a short time, she might have felt a... subtle repressive force that could suppress her escaping temper.

Characters who can give her such a suppressive power are usually ruthless characters, otherwise why can they give her such a subtle suppressive power.

"This doesn't sound like a joke." The nun patted her chest and complained to Liliana, "Please don't say such horrible things seriously."

"When they decided to frame a strong man, they should have thought of this possibility." When Liliana said this, she suddenly covered her mouth in surprise.

"They can't possibly think that Mist is a good person and won't hurt them even if they are about to die, right?"

She turned around and asked the residents on the street.

"Guess if the trial doesn't go well, Miss Mist will get angry and kill you all...?"

Silence fell.

All the residents present did not dare to respond, and everyone avoided Lilliana's gaze. Gradually, some people couldn't bear it anymore and started to run away.

At this time, they finally realized... no, it was last night's massacre that made them realize that Mister, who was considered to be a "virgin mother", could also kill people.

Mist, who is said by troubadours to be as selfless and noble as a virgin, may show her fangs when dealing with ordinary people.

……

...

Inquisition.

"You came?"

The Saint of Justice put down her clasped hands in prayer, looked at the four people who walked in, and locked her eyes on Mister.

"Has the result of your trial come out?"

"..." Mist pressed her hand on the handle of the knife, ready to draw the knife at the fastest speed at any time and chop off the head of the Saint of Justice.

"Not guilty." The Saint of Justice said with a smile, looking at the surprised Mist who had reached the blade at her neck.

"Is Miss Mist trying to attack the judge?"

"I don't want to do it now." Mist replied calmly. She originally wanted to chop off the head of the Saint of Justice before she activated her ability.

"Why...declare me innocent?" she asked, and the Saint of Justice frowned and gave an explanation in distress.

"The person who accused you last night...either died or changed his tune." She sighed in distress, "If Liliana and I hadn't ensured that you stayed outside the city and never left, I would have suspected that you had killed him. them."

"I guess I've been punished by God." A chuckle came, and Ximu walked in wearing blood-stained armor.

"Anyway, no one has accused you." He came to Mister's side and showed a gentle smile, "It's really good."

"Ah...Your Excellency Hetar." Mister gently stretched out her hand, and her green-white fingers brushed against Ximu's cheek and traced the stained blood.

She felt that her heart was being held tightly by an invisible hand, and she felt like she was about to be out of breath. Strong emotions she had never experienced before were surging.

How much blood this man had spilled for her.

Not sure.

I wanted to say thank you, but found that it was too pale and weak to respond to the strong feelings in my heart.

In the end, she followed her instinct and chose to hug, holding the blood-stained silver-armored knight into her arms and rubbing Akhtar into her arms.

She pressed against his cheek, hugged his waist, and hugged his back, like a coquettish kitten, like a girl greedy for the warmth of her lover.

(End of this chapter)