After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 320 - 115 Host, I sense the presence of a quality witch!_2

Chapter 320: Chapter 115 Host, I sense the presence of a quality witch!_2

Blood gushed from the dragon’s throat like a miniature volcano, and the scorching Dragon Blood fell like a downpour.

And just at that moment...

A woman... no, it would be more accurate to call her a witch.

The rampaging Xi Mu saw a blurry figure of a woman in his field of vision, their eyes met, and she seemed to be saying something with her lips slightly parted, but he could not make out the words clearly.

Of course, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

"Humans!" The surrounding dragons roared angrily, no longer minding the distance between them, and spat out Dragon Breath from their mouths.

Firelight, swallowing everything.

The dragons scattered, some shifting direction to capture the White-haired Lolita, while others stayed to besiege Ahtal.

Whether they killed Ahtal or captured the White-haired Lolita, either outcome was beneficial for them.

The firelight receded.

Xi Mu emerged from amidst it, his injured body healing rapidly, and two figures emerged from his shadow: one was a duplicate that bore his likeness, and the other, a woman wrapped in a black robe.

"Facing so many dragons by myself, I wouldn’t stand a chance," he explained to the dragons looking on with apprehension, then without hesitation, he charged out, taking advantage of his smaller size to engage each dragon in close combat to avoid being hit by their Dragon Breath.

Even though his strength was now quite formidable, facing over ninety giant dragons at once would still result in being incinerated by their focused Dragon Breath, so he had to close in for melee combat. Once enough distance was created, the dragons could ignore friendly fire and combine their Dragon Breath to finish him off.

So, right from the start, his fighting style was proactive.

"Roar—!"

The Blue Dragon let out a pained cry, flapping its huge wings, trying to blow away the man on its back, but Ahtal, dragging the Great Sword of Death, swept along its spine, cleaving it in two.

Then he vanished into starlight on the spot, reappearing before another giant dragon, maintaining his close-quarters combat strategy.

Meanwhile, on another front...

The duplicate, wielding the Sword of Light and leveraging his strong regeneration, grappled with the dragons, his combat skills, although relatively excellent, lacked the near precognitive battle technique of Ahtal.

Compared to him, the duplicate’s moves felt rigid.

This was to be expected, as even though the duplicate could replicate all of Ahtal’s equipment and skills, it was still just that— a duplicate, incapable of reaching the full heights of the original.

Moreover, since he had handed over the Great Sword of Death to... Miss Black Blade, this meant the duplicate was without a powerful weapon, unable to wield the Great Sword of Death as freely as Ahtal to break through the dragons’ defenses and force their demise.

Therefore, the duplicate’s battle was considerably difficult.

But conversely, Miss Black Blade, armed with the Great Sword of Death, fought extremely fiercely and decisively, like a blade honed to perfection, that would slice open skin and flesh with just a slight proximity.

Coupled with her phantom-like steps, she was all the more unpredictable.

"I thought he would choose to flee, but he’s gone for a direct confrontation," the White Dragon King observed the distant battlefield, then turned to the small mare beside him and asked, "Sleipnir, your master seems to have quite a fondness for battle, doesn’t he?"

The small mare did not answer.

She was just a mute horse, with no need to explain to the White Dragon King that Ahtal was not her master, but her partner.

Though to the outside world, Ahtal was effectively her master.

"True to the fastest divine steed in the world, you are aloof," the White Dragon King laughed heartily, not minding Sleipnir’s chilly reaction.

However, the White-haired Lolita beside him noticed something and looking at the eight-legged divine steed next to her, she whispered:

"Sleipnir, you can talk... can’t you?"

The small mare: "..."

These two dragons are so annoying, why care whether she could talk or not, were they not of more value regarding Ahtal than focusing on her?

"Either way, it’s one of the top-tier monsters," the White Dragon King stroked his chin, calmly analyzing, "Sleipnir must possess the ability to speak, and also to transform into a human."

He laughed.

"Do you two have a secret relationship?"

...

The little mare fell silent, her hooves stepping forward as she intended to leave these two self-absorbed dragons and fight alongside Ahtal.

Otherwise, given Ahtal’s intense battle, he would soon fall into a state of magic power shortage, and undoubtedly, her cooperation would relieve some of the pressure.

However.

"Die!" the situation on the battlefield underwent a dramatic change. Ahtal’s body jolted and was then swallowed whole by the incoming Red Dragon. The dragon’s teeth clenched tightly as Dragon Breath burst forth explosively from its gut, with the fiery flames splashing through the tooth gaps.

Inside the mouth of the Red Dragon, a high-pressure environment was formed. The scorching heat carried by Dragon Breath could vaporize steel, and in such conditions, a human body would turn to ashes in an instant, with no chance whatsoever of survival.

But... it was different for non-humans.

"Pfft." The Great Sword of Death pierced through, and a hand covered in Dragon Scales reached out of the Red Dragon’s head, followed by a human-shaped dragon clambering out.

He squatted on the Red Dragon’s head, surveying his state.

The battlefield also fell into an eerie silence.

It wasn’t that the evil dragons were being gentlemen, unwilling to swarm Ahtal at this time. Rather, the being before them was just too... bizarre, or perhaps terrifying is a better word.

Right, a monster.

Ahtal, standing on the head of the Red Dragon, was like a monster. It was as if he had removed his human skin to reveal his true monstrous form, his aura extremely close to that of a dragon, yet his body resembled that of a human, more like a human cloaked in dragon-like elements.

Despite possessing the breath of a dragon, the scales of a dragon, and the eyes of a dragon, his body was strikingly similar to that of humans.

"Ah... I will find you in Hell, but not yet," Ahtal suddenly spoke, addressing someone unknown.

The evil dragons present were startled and looked around, but none could find a person there. However, with eyes like Ahtal’s, they would have noticed a blurry female figure standing at his side, speaking.

Only those who had used Draconic Magic and successfully seized the power of dragons could see this figure, the Creation Witch from Hell.

What she was pleading for was simple.

Unlock the gates of Hell and free her from its confines, in return, she would grant Ahtal a blessing.

"Now, let me get through the crisis at hand first, shall I?" Xi Mu gripped the Great Sword of Death, igniting the symbolic black flames of death.

The blurry female figure turned her head upon hearing his words, looking at the surrounding giant dragons and speaking words that only Ahtal could hear.

Asking if she should grant Ahtal the power to overcome the immediate difficulty.

Xi Mu did not reply. His body shifted from stillness to motion, charging towards the giant dragons. He needed to reap as much experience as possible.

If these evil dragons suffered significant casualties, they would inevitably start to flee, unwilling to fight to the death with the players until the very last dragon had fallen.

Therefore, he had to harvest as much experience from the evil dragons as possible while their morale was still strong.

The blurry female figure stood still, silently observing Ahtal’s battle until the evil dragons began to flee and the battle ended completely.

She vanished contentedly from the spot.

"[Host, I sense the presence of a high-quality witch!]" the system exclaimed excitedly, "[She is a powerful witch, not at all inferior to the Witch of Death!]"

Xi Mu pretended not to hear and looked up at the azure sky, surrounded by several dragon corpses, his entire being stained red with blood.

He had now shed his dragon-transformed state, looking no different from his initial appearance, but his essence had changed dramatically.

If before he had been human, now he was a dragon masquerading as a human.

"[Why can’t the host still hear, is it still not adjusted properly?]" the system muttered to itself, continuing to work diligently.

With no trace of doubt about its own host.