<h4>Chapter 342: Where Are the People of Malt City?</h4>


    Within a blink of an eye, countless sword auras came out from Mike’s sword. Witnessing this scene, no one was surprised anymore by Mike’s attack. They were only left with panic as they have experienced how powerful this attack was.


    “F*ck, run!!”


    Someone shouted out loud from fear. All of a sudden, the surrounding yers and NPCs fled in any direction they could find that provided them cover.


    In the next moment, Ragnaros made another turn, and the sword aura smashed into the Fountain Square in the City of Light.


    Fortunately, the Fountain Square was not as crowded as the residential area. Otherwise, were it to be crowded, no one would have survived.


    After the yers nearly escaped death, they could not help but cheer again. After all, this scene was too cool to be looking away.


    The NPCs were not happy at all. Not only did they almost die, even their City of Light’s iconic building, the Fountain Square had been destroyed.


    Looking at the broken structure, the guards looked troubled.


    “Let’s not arrest him. This matter of damaging public property seemed a little unjustifiable.”


    “But if we were to arrest him, let’s not forget that he’s the Commander of the Adventurer Legion, his position is much higher than any of us here. Moreover, God yer was in the sky, and he was led by the God of Death, Arthas.”


    “You’re right. So technically, it wasn’t God yer who chose to do that. It was the God of Death… and… uh… Who would dare provoke him?”


    In the sky, Mike saw that Ragnaros had once again turned to dodge this attack, and immediately asked Arthas to chase after him. At the same time, he shouted to the people below, “I’m sorry, everyone. If there is any loss, I will bear it!”


    After saying that, he and Arthas flew away towards the direction where Ragnaros.


    Seeing the back view of God yer leaving, the yers finally reacted. It was time to go to the Forum and post about thismotion!


    For a moment, the Forum was once again dominated by Mike and his daily shenanigans.


    Almost all the posts and yers on the Forum were discussing the same thing.


    “Unbelievable! The Dod of Death, Arthas is actually helping God yer to hunt down the God of Fire, Ragnaros!”


    This whole situation was unbelievable to anyone. Those who had not seen it with their own eyes scoffed at the headlines.


    So what if God yer was a high-end yer?


    How could he have the ability to hunt down and kill gods?


    How can there be other gods helping him to hunt down and kill their own kind?


    Who did he think he was?


    However, after clicking on the post, these yers that questioned the intention were all stunned. Almost most of the posts had screenshots. God yer’s trademark beginner’s clothing was enough to exin everything. Other than God yer, there were almost no other yers who had the same equipment as him.


    There were even a few posts with video attachments attached.


    Almost every yer who browsed the Forum saw the very scene that unfolded through the video.


    “F*ck, it’s really God yer. It’s really the God of Death, Arthas. It’s really the God of Fire, Ragnaros!! This is madness!!”


    “Is this the difference between high-end yers and us? I reallymend those high-end yers. I hope that one day God yer would share his secrets with me.”


    “To be honest, I never thought that this game could even be yed like this. Isn’t this a game where we kill monsters to level up and earn money?”


    “The way the God yer ys the game is different from us.”


    “Wait, why do I feel that something is wrong? Where did they go after that in the video?”


    “Through the direction in the video… It seems to be the dwarven territory.”


    “F*ck, I’m in Malt City!!!”


    “Whoever is there now, all you can do is run!!!”


    As a certain amount of yers realized this, arge number of posts quickly appeared on the Forum again.


    “Warning, dwarves, please evacuate in an orderly manner as soon as possible. Danger is about to approach all of you!”


    …


    Ragnaros kept running and dodging in front, while Mike and Arthas were chasing after him closely behind.


    Although it was called chasing, Arthas was the only one in charge of chasing between the two. Mike was in charge of something entirely different — killing.


    Sword auras shot out from behind him one after another. Ragnaros was inplete disarray from the attacks. He could not help but pray that the mission would end as soon as possible.


    If he went back right now, he would have to face the ountability of the God of Light, Bader, the one that led the gods. However, if he dragged it out until the end and was forced to go back, he would be spared from the me.


    After all, Arthas was involved in this matter too, so it was understandable that he could not go back right now. In addition, God yer had a special item that could make him disappear in an instant, were Ragnaros to stop now and battle him, he knew that Mike would not be easily killed.


    As long as he dragged it out past 24 hours and disappeared, Ragnaros would be able to keep his life!


    Thinking of this, Ragnaros could not help but count down the time he had left.


    In an instant, he felt a wave of despair.


    Only three hours had passed.


    There were still 21 hours left to this mission!!!


    He was f*cking dead meat!!


    While he was distracted, a sword aura swiftly came from behind him. By the time Ragnaros realized it, it was already toote. Although he dodged the attack relying on his muscle memory, the sword aura still cut off his right wrist.


    The intense pain did not slow Ragnaros down. Instead, his desire to survive took the upper hand, allowing him to fly faster.


    Seeing the distance widen again, Mike could not help butin to his ‘pilot’.


    “Hurry up! If you don’t hurry up, he will run away.”


    Arthas felt angry and wronged when he heard this, so he spoke up in defiance.


    “You, a puny human adventurer, how dare you actually talk to me like this? I’m the God of Death! Could you at least try to be more polite?”


    Besides. He just wanted revenge, but the other party was running for his life.


    Both parties were obviously experiencing different experiences right now.


    The one running for his life would obviously want to work harder to avoid such urrences to happen after all!


    Although Arthas felt wronged, he did not say anything out loud. He just silently sped up. He knew that Ragnaros was overdrawing his divine power to speed up.


    It would not take long before Ragnaros’s speed would slow down again. He only needed to chase after him and not let him leave his sight.


    They continued on with this one after another.


    This 24-hour pursuit mission hadpletely reversed the original role.


    Mike, who was being chased, had be the chaser, while Ragnaros, who was originally supposed to be chasing after Mike, had be the one running away.


    Before they knew it, they had flown to the dwarven territory — Malt City.


    When Ragnaros saw the city in front of him, he was delighted. He could totallynd in Malt City and fly at a lower altitude. There were always many adventurers in the city, and it would be easy to block his sight there.


    As long as he rushed between the crowd and took a few more turns in the alley, he might really be able to escape from the pursuit of the two demons behind him.


    With this thought, Ragnaros activated his divine power once again and elerated a little quicker. However, when he flew to the sky above Malt City, he waspletely stunned.


    Was this not supposed to be a hustling and bustling freaking city?


    Why was it empty?


    Why was there no one here?


    Where is everyone?