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Chapter 114: Disciple, you make me worried
"God is dead."

A faint laughter spread into the clouds.

Standing on the clouds, Eden looked along the sound source and saw the figure of the goddess of lies emerging. She had her hands behind her back and looked at the burning world in the distance with a smile.

"The one who killed the god was Akhtar."

She turned her head and looked at Eden.

"The gods allow it to snatch Michael back, but... killing the gods is absolutely not allowed."

"It was Akhtar who killed the God of Blood." Eden's voice was calm, looking at the source of fear riding an eight-legged horse in the lower world.

She lowered her eyes slightly.

"But it might not be Akhtar."

"Yes, as long as I am willing to change my tone a little." The goddess of lies kept smiling, looking at Eden wearing a cloak, and said:

"But I can't think of a reason to help Akhtar hide it."

"What do you want me to do?" Eden asked calmly, and the Goddess of Lies was slightly stunned when she heard this, her cheeks bulged slightly and said:

"With your cooperation like this, people won't feel the joy of winning at all."

She sighed, very disappointed.

"According to the normal development of the plot, you should be tough, and then they will say, "You don't want Akhtar to be executed by the gods," and then you will succumb to their threats with a look of unwillingness."

Eden: "..."

"Forget it, let's get straight to the point." The goddess of lies' expression became serious, looking at Eden's calm and cold pretty face, "Do you know the true power of the omniscient god?"

"Do you really want to rebel against the all-knowing God?" Eden asked back. In the silent expression of the Goddess of Lies, she turned around and disappeared into mist.

Leave a message.

"When you really think about this problem clearly, come to me again."

"..."

The Goddess of Lies was silent for a moment, before she could adjust her mood, and then she felt the air getting hotter.

Spears pierce the atmosphere, carrying the fire that burns the world.

"Ah... why are you stabbing me again!" The pained cry from the goddess came out of the clouds, accompanied by blazing fire that engulfed the sky, seeming to dye the sky red.

The source of fear withdrew his sight, the spear automatically appeared in his hand, and continued to attack all life in sight.

Madness... no, unexpectedly, the source of fear that represents madness reveals cold rationality. Everything is based on burning the world, which makes his behavior look very rational, but not as crazy as people think. .

after a while.

The mountains turned to ashes.

Rivers dry up.

The strangeness turned into smoke and drifted away.

The Source of Fear rode an eight-legged horse, holding the God of Terror in one hand and a spear in the other, through the sea of ​​​​fire, and descended on the endless snow.

Then he found himself surrounded by dragons.

Hundreds of giant dragons covered the sky, blocking the escape route in layers, looking at the one-eyed Akhtar with malice.

Then they fell silent.

Alas...have you admitted your mistake?

There was confusion in the eyes of the leading dragon. What they wanted to defeat was a thief who stole the power of the dragon.

Rather than this great existence in front of you.

"Excuse me, we are passing by." The leader of the dragon said, his voice was humble and extremely respectful.

"Get out of the way, don't block Lord Akhtar!"

moment.

The dragons moved out of the way without any hesitation. They were now very confused and at a loss.

The target of the crusade was right in front of them, but they had no intention of conquering it. It was better to say they wanted to escape.

Akhtar, who was in front of them at the moment, was holding the back of the God of Terror by the neck with one hand. His aura was more terrifying than that of the God, and his eyes were cold and indifferent to everything.

This makes them fight, which is no different from committing suicide.

however.

The source of fear raised his spear, and the dragons present immediately reacted and fled in different directions. Some fled towards the boundless sky, some dragons dived under the earth, and some fled close to the ground.

But...it's too late.

The spear was swung down mercilessly, and the blazing fire swallowed up everything in an instant, and a crimson flower toward death bloomed on the boundless snow.

Except for a few dragons who were good at escaping, all the dragons were reduced to ashes in an instant.

Do it all.

The source of fear rode away on an eight-legged horse, and the god of fear, which he carried with one hand, was helpless.

Originally, the source of fear could only move within the strange world he developed and could not pose a serious threat to the outside world. However, the newly born source of fear captured him and took him away from the strange world with him.

There is no doubt that this is a very terrifying thing. The source of fear that he embodied this time was born to burn down the world and is hostile to all life.

Just imagine it a little bit.

Possessing god-level power and indiscriminate malice towards all life, this is simply a moving natural disaster.

Everywhere it passes will be reduced to ashes.

……

...

at the same time.

In a strange snowy mountain.

Halfway up the mountain.

Mist lowered her head, raised her hand to gently cover the long red hair hanging down by her ears, looked at Akhtar who was leaning on her shoulder with a tired look, and said softly:

"Sir Akhtar, are you feeling better?"

"My magic power will be restored tomorrow." Ximu explained, and then turned his gaze to the opposite side, where he saw Michael keeping a gentle smile and looking at him and Mister.

I thought about it.

"Actually, I can take care of myself now." He supported the ground, trying not to lean on Mist's shoulder.

however.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, please don't force yourself." Mist reached out and put her hand on Akhtar's shoulder, and then said in Akhtar's surprised eyes.

"Please take a good rest." After saying this, she pressed Akhtar on her knees a little forcefully.

"This is the first time I have seen Mister treat a man so proactively." Michael threw a piece of wood into the fire in front of him.

He chuckled at Akhtar.

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Maybe it's gratitude." Ximu answered uncertainly, and Michael smiled when he heard the words and turned his attention to his sister.

He is actually very clear about how difficult Mist is to approach. He believes that Mist can solve all problems with absolute power and has no interest in any social interaction.

Under such circumstances, it would be very difficult for anyone except his brother to get close to Mist.

However, Akhtar allowed Mister to take the initiative to get close to her, and was willing to give Akhtar her shoulders to rely on, and was also willing to offer her knees to let Akhtar rest.

This treatment has gone beyond the scope of friends.

"Akhtar helped me a lot." Mist lowered her head and looked at Akhtar on her knees with a gentle smile. In a soft voice, she told how Akhtar helped her.

After a long time, the narration stopped.

"It's really a kindness that is hard to repay." Michael sighed, feeling that it was hard to repay what Akhtar had done for their brother and sister.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Akhtar, do you desire demonic power?"

"Is it the power that Mist showed?" Ximu asked, and Michael nodded and explained to him.

"After reaching the limit of the human realm, your strength can no longer be improved unless you can be promoted to a demon."

His tone slowed.

"But the conditions for becoming a demon are too harsh, so people came up with a way to inherit everything from the dead demon."

Ximu frowned, "Inherit everything?"

"It's not an inheritance, it's a category of imitation or resurrection." Michael explained, "If the devil or witch is compared to a god, and the human soul and body are compared to plasticine, then you only need to knead the person into a god. , you can draw on divine power.”

"Wouldn't this have any impact?" Ximu questioned, and Michael admitted frankly and explained to him.

"When you imitate someone who is too similar, it means that your original self has disappeared." He explained to Ximu.

"So imitating a dead devil or witch is very dangerous."

"It feels very similar to...the companion of a god." Ximu commented, and Michael nodded and said:

"If you are interested, I can teach you this magic to learn."

His voice gradually became lower.

"Now you really need the strength to protect yourself."

After the death of the Blood God, Akhtar's situation became extremely dangerous, and even going to hell might be a luxury, so he wanted to give Akhtar more power to protect his own safety.

Even though he knew it was dangerous.

"No, I can become a demon myself." Ximu calmly refused, and then added, "The God of War personally told me that I can become a demon."

"Really?" Michael showed a relieved smile and stopped talking about how to use the power of the devil.

Since Akhtar can become a demon, the option of using demonic power is completely meaningless.

There are limits to imitation after all.

The next day.

The sky is dimly bright.

Ximu disappeared into the horizon on the little mare, while brother and sister Michael and Mister stood side by side, looking at the direction Akhtar left.

"If you want to follow him." Michael turned his head, looked at his reluctant sister, and chuckled:
"It's still too late to chase him now."

"He doesn't want me to accompany him." Mist's voice revealed her disappointment. She had said last night that she wanted to stay by Akhtar's side and protect Akhtar's safety, but she was killed by Akhtar. A firm refusal.

In response, Michael shook his head helplessly.

"I want to go to the Magic King's City to thank Ms. Hecate for her help to our brothers and sisters."

He seemed to add casually.

“Maybe we’ll meet Akhtar.”

"Let's go." Mister's gloomy eyes lit up. Since Akhtar was unwilling to let her protect her, she would go to the Magic King's City to wait for Akhtar. Sooner or later, she would meet Akhtar returning home. Then of course we can get together and chat.

Michael looked at his impatient sister and couldn't help but shake his head. He felt helpless that his sister was so concerned about a man but had no intention of actively pursuing him.

……

...

Underground world.

bottom layer.

"It should be safe here, right?" The dwarf master looked at his new home. In order to avoid Akhtar, he deliberately moved near the Church of the Three Destinies, and also found a well-known astrologer to help cover up his fate.

Thinking of this, he reached out and pushed the door open.

"Come back?" Ximu sat on the sofa in the living room and greeted the dwarf master who walked in, showing a gentle smile.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"..."

The dwarf master's expression gradually changed from a smile to despair. He knew that he could not hide from Akhtar, nor could he avoid the detection of the Witch of Destiny.

Even if he hides and lives next to the church of the three goddesses of destiny.

"My armor is broken." Ximu pointed to the red dragon blood armor on the table and expressed his needs, "Can I ask you to strengthen it?"

No.

The dwarf master thought so in his heart, but did not say it out loud. He touched his white beard and came to the table.

He looked at the red dragon blood armor and said:

"Who did you fight with to cause such a serious injury?"

"Can it be repaired?" Ximu did not explain, he was only concerned about whether his Red Dragon Blood Armor could be repaired.

To this, the dwarf master gave a positive answer.

"No problem, give me seven days and I can completely repair the Red Dragon Blood Armor."

Ximu asked again: "What about strengthening?"

"It will take at least two months." The dwarf master replied immediately, but Ximu was not satisfied and took out a dagger and aimed it at his palm.

No...it was the bracelet Hecate gave him.

"Wait, don't summon the Witch of Destiny for such a trivial matter!" The dwarf master twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly grabbed Akhtar's hand.

"Give me a month, and I can not only fix it, but also strengthen it."

"I want to strengthen it to the level of plus ten." Ximu said, and then added, "I want to strengthen it to the same level as the Great Sword of Death."

"..."

The dwarf master suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and wanted to scold Akhtar for not knowing about forging, and for not knowing how difficult it was to forge an artifact-level defense.

But he didn't dare to scold.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, you may not be aware of the difficulty of forging artifact-level weapons." He explained in a good voice.

"It can't be forged in a month."

"No, you can." Ximu smiled, looking at the dwarf master's desperate expression, and used a dagger to cut off the bracelet.

The bracelet fell to the ground.

"..." The dwarf master is also completely desperate. He really doesn't want to meet the Witch of Destiny and get along with that dangerous existence. No one can guarantee whether his soul will be stuffed into the wick and be tortured forever.

And right now.

The light... began to distort, and Hecate appeared behind the dwarf master. She glanced at the desperate dwarf master, then glared at Akhtar, and said:

"Apprentice, you have made Master Bai worried."

"Teacher, you should have foreseen all this." Akhtar seemed very confident and had full confidence in Hecate's abilities.

When Hecate heard this, she shook her head helplessly, and then turned her gaze to the dwarf master, her red lips squirming slightly, and weaved a corresponding fate.

"In the next month, you will have inexhaustible physical strength and magic power until the Red Dragon Blood Armor is strengthened."

　refresh

　　
　
(End of this chapter)