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Chapter 111 He... likes big and mature ones

"Human, are you...awake?" A soft chuckle reached his ears. Ximu covered his forehead and looked at the frightened God above his horizon.

He was silent for a moment and smiled:

"It seems that I am no longer suspected."

"Yes, you are just a firewood infected by the Fire of Surtur." The God of Terror turned around, walked towards the window, opened the closed window, and focused on the outside world.

This scene is like a proud god who disdains to cast any glance at mortals.

However, he was actually very frightened and wanted to kill Akhtar immediately in advance to avoid the future Ragnarok.

But as long as he thought of the Lord of Ashes' eyes in the mirror, he didn't dare to bring up murderous intent on Akhtar, even though he knew that Akhtar was extremely weak at this moment, and his rationality told him to kill Akhtar in advance.

However, the fear in his heart was screaming, constantly telling himself not to do anything stupid, otherwise the terrifying existence would jump out of the mirror, causing the world to turn into ashes ahead of time.

"Is my ending going crazy?" Ximu put down the hand covering his forehead, looked at the palm that was burning with ashes, and said:

"Who beheaded me?"

"..."

The God of Terror's expression was frozen.

He didn't know much about Akhtar's life experience, so it was difficult for him to make up a temporary story to deceive Akhtar. If Akhtar sensed something was wrong, it might lead Akhtar to go to extremes, leading to The world has entered Ragnarok ahead of schedule.

"It's time for you to save your comrades." He waved his hand and chose to change the subject, "I will not protect the safety of the Blood God for the time being."

"Thank you." Ximu smiled, turned around and left the dark bedroom, while the God of Terror kept his back turned, listening to the footsteps gradually receding, his body began to weaken, and he slumped on the ground against the wall.

He hugged his knees and let out muffled sobs.

In the past, he felt that the greatest terror was the omniscient God, but now his thoughts have changed. What really scares him is the future... Lord of Ashes, the being who burns the entire world.

What he should do now is to tell everything he saw and let the gods kill Akhtar in advance.

Still waiting silently for the arrival of Ragnarok.

"Hey~ are you crying?" came the sweet girl's voice, making the sobbing and frightened God tremble.

He raised his head, revealing his tear-stained cheeks.

"Did you see a very bad future?" the Goddess of Lies asked curiously, looking at the God of Fear who was about to stop talking.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

"..." The God of Fear opened his mouth, wanting to tell the future he saw, but found that he did not have the courage. The look that seemed to span time was too scary.

Now that he tells the scene he foresees, will a spear penetrate the barrier of time and space and stab him to death?

There was silence for a moment.

"No." He chose to escape. Although the world might be burned up in the future, it was always a future thing and had nothing to do with his present. He still let his future self and the gods suffer.

In response to this, the Goddess of Lies showed a suspicious expression. She stroked her long skirt and knelt down, saying softly:

"Don't be afraid. What exactly did you see? I will help you find a solution."

Stop asking.

The God of Terror thought so, but did not say anything. He pursed his lips and said:

"I saw the God of Blood dead."

"Did Akhtar kill the God of Blood?" The Goddess of Lies narrowed her eyes slightly, "The human who killed the god... hmph, interesting."

She stood up and stretched, outlining her slightly undulating figure, and her pleasant voice was filled with playfulness.

"Then I'll go play with him."

"Don't go!" The God of Terror raised his voice a lot and found that his condition was not normal.

He thought for a moment and explained.

"The Witch of Death has been watching Akhtar. If you get too close to Akhtar, you are very likely to be in danger."

"That's it." The Goddess of Lies nodded as if she had realized something, and then waved her hand gently, "I'm very strong, so you don't have to worry even if I'm the Witch of Death."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared.

The God of Terror breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then fell into a state of self-remorse.

He should have revealed the information about Akhtar.

at the same time.

In the city of blood.

On a high building.

"Hahahaha God of Fear, it's quite fun." The Goddess of Lies let out a melodious laugh, raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Obviously she's scared, but she's still trying her best to hide it."

The corners of her mouth quirked up.

"If he knew that the future he saw was just a lie we made up, wouldn't he have a very interesting expression?"

Eden: "..."

While they were chatting last night, they came up with a plan on how to deceive the God of Terror.

The so-called pills made by the three goddesses of fate are essentially restorative potions, applying the fate of the three goddesses of fate just to increase the trust of the God of Terror.

And the magic mirror that can meet the future is just a mirror that can play a predetermined picture. The so-called picture of Akhtar turning into the lord of ashes and burning the whole world is just Akhtar's imagination, plus her Add details with the Goddess of Lies to create... a false prophecy.

"Akhtar is indeed very suitable to become a believer in lies." The Goddess of Lies smiled sweetly and raised her hand to caress her cheek. "If we hadn't made up the story together last night, I would have thought it was a true prophecy."

"That's why you want him, isn't it?" Eden's voice was calm. From her perspective, there were many loopholes in the fabricated false future.

Why was the filly capable of carrying the Lord of Ashes, and why was Akhtar, who was completely crazy, able to resist killing the filly.

And why could the God of Omniscient... be killed while the Tree of Omniscient still existed?

"That's what I said, but Akhtar is not interested in me." Spreading her hands, the goddess of lies showed a subtle expression, "He likes someone with a figure like the goddess of life."

"..."

Eden shook his head.

She had long discovered that Akhtar had a clear preference for mature and intellectual women. Whether he was facing the goddess of life or talking about Hekate, his attitude in his words would change.

……

...

Outside the Castle of Fear.

Ximu walked out of the door and looked up at the sky with thick dark clouds. The scarlet eyes that peered into the world had begun to dim.

This means that the object of fear of the God of Terror has shifted, from the original God of Omniscient to himself.

But this is not a good thing. The more the God of Fear is afraid of something, the more powerful he will be and the more difficult it will be to control himself.

If he doesn't get rid of the Blood God as soon as possible, he will be killed by the newly born source of fear.

Created after the omniscient god, the source of fear is a representation of reason.

But based on the Lord of Ashes he made up, that's synonymous with madness.

And right now.

"Sir Akhtar, what have you done?" A female voice asked from behind.

Ximu turned around and saw the headless maid walking over carrying her cage. "The source of fear has changed." The headless maid mentioned the birdcage, "Who...are you?"

"It's a human being." Ximu replied, and then left without looking back.

The headless maid fell silent upon seeing this. She, who was always elegant and calm, rarely showed an uneasy expression.

The aura of the newly born source of fear is not the extreme rationality of the past.

On the contrary, it is full of crazy violence, as if it is contaminated by the fire of Surtur.

Could it be that Akhtar is really related to Ragnarok.

Thinking of this, she turned back to the castle, intending to talk to the God of Terror.

……

……

"Boom!" The blazing fire engulfed the street, and the blood believers along the way had no time to react before they were swallowed up by the red flames and turned into ashes in an instant.

Ximu walked out of the fire, with Mist walking beside him, one behind the other.

"Stop, Akhtar." The Blood Pope stood in front of the two of them.

"You cannot disobey God's will."

"You came here to stop us in person." Ximu grinned, "You are worried that we will really get rid of the God of Blood, right?"

"..."

The Blood Pope did not answer.

Not long ago, the source of fear suddenly disappeared and told a message. Akhtar weaved a false prophecy, allowing the God of Terror to give birth to a new fear.

And this means that... the God of Blood has lost his protection, and he must personally go out and stop all enemies who approach the God of Blood.

"We just want to take back Michael." Ximu sighed and took out the Sword of Light.

"But others really want to kill the God of Blood."

he asked with a smile.

"Are you sure you want to stop us?"

"Just retreat, I don't want to kill you." The Blood Pope responded coldly.

He doesn't really want to fight Akhtar and Mist. Now his strength has declined very seriously. As the God of Blood gets closer to death, his strength increase is about to disappear completely.

Ximu grinned disdainfully, dangerous fire emanating from the gaps between his teeth, and Mister beside him also reacted, slashing out the long knife following the dragon's breath.

"Boom!" The blazing dragon's breath mixed with the sharp slashes seemed like a gorgeous rose blooming in the city of blood.

This battle has been fierce from the beginning. Both sides are very anxious and want to deal with each other as soon as possible.

The Blood Pope is worried that the power of the Blood God has declined too quickly, resulting in him not being strong enough to suppress Akhtar and Mist.

Akhtar and Mist's idea is very simple. They want to determine how weak the current Blood God is by confirming the strength of the Blood Pope.

Until they get a chance to assassinate the god.

……

...

Blood Temple.

Miss Black Knife is like a ghost, hiding in the shadow of the corner. She is holding the sword of death, silently waiting for the opportunity, an opportunity to assassinate the god, as long as Akhtar passes the order to her.

Then she, the sharp blade used to assassinate gods, would unsheath it without hesitation and assassinate the God of Blood.

And right now.

There was a conversation in the Blood Temple.

"God of Blood, you are about to die." Michael's voice was extremely calm, with a hint of compassion.

"You are the second god to die."

"If God is dead, can he go to hell?" The God of Blood raised his withered hand, looked at Michael, who was bound by a bloody chain, and said:

"I also have a soul. I should be able to go to hell after death. As long as the goddess of death is willing to let me go, then I can... be resurrected."

Michael asked, "Has the Plague Goddess also gone to hell?"

"The soul of the Plague Goddess has been taken away." The God of Blood replied. Regarding the information about the Plague Goddess, the gods in high heaven know very well and can confirm that the Plague Goddess's soul has not gone to hell.

"Perhaps the "soul" is also dead." Michael gave the analysis calmly, and the God of Blood was silent after hearing this. He supported the throne with his withered hands and managed to stand up.

He staggered to Michael's side, stretched out his hands like bird's claws, and touched Michael's beautiful face.

"Michael, do you hate me?"

Michael: "..."

"I hope you hate me, hate me forever." The Blood God smiled evilly, "But with your personality, I'm afraid you won't hate me. You will only regard me as a guy with a bad personality who needs to be redirected."

Michael: "..."

"I don't want to die, and I also want to become a good god." The God of Blood showed a pleading look in his eyes, "You are the only one who can help me now."

He spoke his mind.

"Ask your friend to ask the Witch of Death to remove the poison of "death" from my body."

Judging from the current situation, it is impossible to threaten Akhtar to cooperate, so the only way is to make Michael ask.

Michael has the power of enchantment and can make anyone agree to a request.

In this regard.

"You underestimate Akhtar." Michael replied, "He is a man who will not be easily affected by words. Even if I ask Akhtar, I will only encounter rejection."

He recalled the first time he met Akhtar.

"There is no trace of confusion in that man's eyes. He clearly knows what he wants to do, and a person who is not confused will not be easily influenced in his choice."

"Please, this is my only request to you." The God of Blood's voice was weak, making people feel pity.

The closer he is to death, the less he has the so-called dignity of a god and is willing to plead with mortals.

"Yes." Michael agreed, and then added, "But it is impossible for Akhtar to agree."

……

...

Inside the city.

The curtain of blood was like a broken pearl, falling rapidly towards the ground, but the speed was faster than a bullet.

Under the continuous bombardment of blood rain, the solid tall buildings turned into sieves in an instant and collapsed like a sand castle.

And if it was just like this, it would be okay, but the Blood Pope was still attacking at this time, piercing with a cane made of gems.

"Qiang" The sword of light collided with the cane, and the collision burst out with a powerful impact, blowing away the blood on the ground.

However, the falling raindrops had no effect. They hit Ximu like bullets, causing the silver armor to dent and deform, as if it had been hit by countless hammers.

After this battle, it’s time to upgrade the Red Dragon Blood Armor.

(End of this chapter)