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Chapter 136: Hiding behind a woman is not shameful

It was dark.

The wind and snow blow across the moving land of disaster.

Pros sat in front of the campfire, eating bread, looking at the female knight Lola opposite him, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Weird, they can't be killed at all."

"We are almost at Lionheart City." Laura sat elegantly, holding the bread in both hands, eating it in small bites, and calmly explained to the one-armed swordsman, "As long as we can hold on to Lionheart City, we can let the Witch of Death take action and get rid of the sealed demon."

"Does the Witch of Death have any reason to kill demons?" Pros asked, leaving Laura silent.

"For the Witch of Death, the more forces that are hostile to God, the more advantageous it is. Killing the sealed demon will only put herself in a state of isolation and helplessness, right?"

Laura remained silent, took a bite of bread, thought carefully for a moment, and said, “Sir Akhtar, I have my own way.”

Pros: “…”

This female knight has a kind of... irrational admiration for Akhtar. She thinks that Akhtar must have a way to solve the current problem. But Akhtar is only a human being after all, and has no way to influence the overall situation.

Moreover, the one sealed in the barrier was not a demon, but a genuine god. How could he be killed by the Witch of Death?

"Admiration is the furthest emotion from understanding." Pros said with a smile, and then he saw Laura's dissatisfied expression.

It was obvious that the knight lady was not happy to hear him slandering Akhtar... No, he didn't slander him either, he was just saying that Laura admired Akhtar too much, which led to her blind trust in Akhtar.

If one day it is discovered that Akhtar is not as perfect as imagined, it may be a serious blow.

But now it's no use what he says.

"Forget it, I'll go... take a look around." Waving his hand, Pros stood up on his knees, and then disappeared from Laura's sight.

In response, Laura did not react much. She lowered her head and ate the bread silently. After eating, she raised her hand and touched her head, remembering the gentle smile that Akhtar showed her when he touched her head a few days ago.

That man must have some considerations.

……

...

And on the other side.

"Human, die!" A strange human figure jumped out from the shadows and attacked Pros, but in the instant his head was chopped off by a bright waning moon.

Sheathing his sword, Pros stepped over the strange dead bodies and came to an empty pile of rocks, where he saw a dwarf loli, leaning against a rock with her arms around her knees, silent.

Pali is said to be the granddaughter of a high-ranking member of the Church of Twilight, but her grandfather was chopped to pieces by Akhtar, leaving Pali alone.

Pretty poor dwarf loli.

"Please put away your rude look." The dwarf Loli glanced at Pros coldly, and then went straight to the point, "The higher-ups asked you to lure Akhtar to the outskirts of the Land of Disaster, where he can remain relatively still."

"Are you planning to snipe Akhtar?" Pros immediately analyzed what the top leaders of the Church of Dusk were planning to do against Akhtar.

To this, the dwarf loli did not answer.

She herself was not very clear about what the top leaders of the Church of Dusk were going to do. She only knew that Pros had some connections with Akhtar and could find an excuse to lure Akhtar to the outskirts of the Kingdom of Disaster.

And that was enough.

"Do you have any specific direction requirements?" Pros asked. The dwarf loli raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the rising sun.

And that place is also the destination of the moving disaster country, the place where the goddess of plague fell, the Lionheart City.

Pros raised his hand and touched the hilt of the sword, then nodded and said:

"can."

"Akhtar must arrive at the designated location by tomorrow afternoon at the latest." The dwarf loli stood up and left the rubble pile.

Day two.

The sky is dimly bright.

Ximu glanced at the horizon, where he could vaguely see the outline of the Lionheart City. He then turned to look at the one-armed swordsman Pros beside him and asked:
"What's up?"

"Akhtar, you deceived us, didn't you?" Pros's face was solemn, and he pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand. "The one sealed in the barrier is not a demon, but a god."

He drew out half of his sword.

"Your real purpose is to sacrifice the gods to the Witch of Death."

The cold wind blew, carrying snowflakes between the two of them. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, with a sense of oppression that was about to explode.

Ximu tilted his head and looked at the one-armed swordsman opposite him, then looked around and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Yes, that's my purpose."

"..." Pros was stunned, as if he doubted his ears. The doubts he expressed before were just to delay time and make Akhtar fall into the trap of self-proof.

In fact, he had never doubted Akhtar, but he thought that Akhtar had some hidden secrets and concealed the key information.

however.

"Why do you look so incredulous?" Ximu tilted his head and smiled maliciously, "Didn't you guess the truth?"

"Hey, hey, hey...you are not kidding, are you?" Pros subconsciously took a few steps back, feeling unable to accept what Akhtar said.

Akhtar, who challenged the immortal snake without hesitation for justice in Gear City and did not ask for any reward afterwards, is a true cultist.

How is this possible?

"Don't you believe in the Goddess of Life?" he asked in a dry voice, and in turn proved Akhtar's own case, trying to find some evidence that Akhtar was not a bad person.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to accept the fact that Akhtar was an evil person, even though he had already joined the Twilight Cult and wanted to cooperate with the Twilight Cult to assassinate Akhtar.

But it is still hard to accept that Akhtar is a bad guy.

How to describe this feeling? It's like he has fallen and become completely corrupt, but for the white moonlight in his heart, he still retains... yearning. He feels that the white moonlight is the opposite of himself, which makes him feel that the world is not that bad.

And now Akhtar actually admitted that he was a bad guy. It felt like meeting Bai Yueguang again and finding out that she was a bitch. My previous admiration for Bai Yueguang was nothing but wishful thinking.

uncomfortable.

Shock.

anger.

I don’t know, and it’s hard to describe my feelings at the moment. The man in front of me... should be a hero as pure as moonlight.

"Ah, I believe in the goddess of life." Ximu raised his hand, lifted up the black hair in front of his forehead, and said with a cold look:

"But I also believe in the Witch of Death."

He took out the Great Sword of Death.

"Why do you think the Witch of Death gave me the Great Sword of Death, but other followers of Death did not?"

Pros fell silent, suddenly drew the long knife from his waist, and slashed at Akhtar with all his strength.

"Clang!" The Greatsword of Death came forward at a faster speed, directly cutting off the long knife that was coming down on him. Then the sword tip turned and was placed on Pros' shoulder.

Ximu held up the Greatsword of Death, looked at Pros coldly, and asked, "You seem very angry, why?" "Aren't you afraid that the Goddess of Life will be sad!" Pros questioned. Catching Akhtar's Greatsword of Death and being able to use the prayer of the Goddess of Life meant that Akhtar had a very strong faith in the Goddess of Life.

"As long as the Goddess of Life doesn't know, it's fine." Ximu replied, "You... have too many expectations of me."

Pros was silent for a moment, looking at the hero opposite him who was supposed to be pure and spotless, closed his eyes in despair, and said:
"Then if you die, I won't have to feel guilty."

Yes.

The man in front of him was not the noble hero he knew, but a liar. So he did not need to feel any guilt for luring Akhtar out and allowing the top leaders of the Dusk Cult to assassinate him.

And at the same time.

In Lionheart City.

"Target locked." Hercules squatted down, grabbed a huge rock on the ground, aimed at the Kingdom of Disaster moving in the distance, and aimed at Akhtar who was standing still.

He slightly increased the strength of his palm, and the power of "density" compressed the boulder into stone.

Even a small piece of stone can unleash unimaginable power if it is forced to spread out using the power of density.

Destroy a country with one stone.

According to common sense, this is almost impossible, but as long as you master the power of "density", you will find that a small stone also has incredible power.

"Goodbye, hero."

With a regretful farewell, Hercules threw the stone in his hand. The density acted on the stone, turning it from compression to... release.

"Boom!" The air shook, and red light penetrated the air and shot towards Akhtar.

And right now.

Pros also took action. He suddenly stretched out his only hand and grabbed Akhtar's wrist, leaving the hero no time to escape.

Subsequently.

"Boom!" The roar resounded throughout the Land of Disaster, and white light engulfed everything in sight.

"Akhtar, are you okay?" A gentle female voice suddenly came, and Pros was stunned. He should be... dead.

"Ah, it's okay." Ximu swung the Greatsword of Death casually, and the blade cut along Pros' shoulder, cutting him in half.

"It's really a timely move." He looked at Mist who appeared beside him and smiled.

"I was almost killed by a surprise attack."

"Please don't trust my strength too much." Misty frowned, feeling...unhappy that Akhtar didn't dodge and wait for her to protect him.

It would be dangerous if she didn't react.

"Okay." Ximu agreed readily, and then turned his gaze to Pros, who was cut in half and had a weak breath:

"It seems that the goddess of fate is also protecting me."

That's really the goddess of fate being blind.

Pros stared with wide eyes at Akhtar's evil smile, and died unwillingly.

"Why would a Dusk believer react so strongly to you not being a hero?" Misty asked doubtfully. She didn't care whether Akhtar was a true hero or not, nor did she care whether Akhtar believed in God.

From beginning to end, the only person she cared about was Akhtar.

"I don't know either." Ximu answered casually and looked at Hercules in Lionheart City.

After he increases his hero's reputation to a certain level, many NPCs will automatically have a certain degree of favorability towards him. This favorability... may be much higher than that of the people around him, and he will fall into a state of fanaticism.

Very similar to fanatical fans in real life.

Therefore, when the player does something that is inconsistent with the hero, the NPC will collapse, or find reasons to explain for the player.

"What should we do next?" Misty asked, and then Akhtar turned around and looked at the heroes attracted by the noise.

"Pros is a spy sent by the Dusk believers." Ximu explained to the heroes, raising his hand and pointing in the direction of Lionheart City.

"As long as we cross the Lionheart Castle, our goal will be achieved. Please lend me... no, lend your strength to the goddess of fate."

"Yes!" Laura was the first to respond, and the other heroes looked at each other and responded one after another.

As for the famous hero Akhtar, they subconsciously put aside unnecessary doubts and focused their attention on the Dusk Believers.

……

...

And on the other side.

In front of the Lionheart City.

A large number of Dusk believers emerged, most of whom were weak firewood. Putting them on the battlefield were just... cannon fodder. It was unrealistic for them to deal with the heroes.

But they never thought of dealing with the heroes.

Instead, they are consumables used to trigger weirdness, and under the influence of the source of fear, they are enough to trigger weirdness of a sufficient scale.

"Everything is ready." The nun came over and bowed to Hercules, "We can attack the moving Kingdom of Disaster."

"Yeah." Hercules nodded, pushed the ground hard with his feet, and with the explosion of air waves, his body shot out like a cannonball.

He didn't care about the unimportant details of the plan. For him, there was only one thing to focus on, which was to kill Akhtar.

Then he seized the Sword of Light and unleashed the source of fear.

However, Hercules was not the only one who wanted to kill Akhtar.

"I have to kill Akhtar!" Among the Twilight Followers, Count Dracula flew out and transformed into countless bats, chasing Hercules, fearing that Akhtar would be killed in advance.

nun:"……"

When it came to the critical moment, this group of people did not act according to the plan, and did not take the previously agreed plans seriously at all.

Compared to killing Akhtar, it is more important to kill the strongest human Thor. Why focus on a guy who is not very critical.

And on the other side.

"Bang!" Hercules' tall body fell and stood in front of Akhtar, ignoring the heroes who surrounded him.

“Akhtar, are you going to hide behind a woman?”

"That's right." Ximu would answer confidently, without any shame at all for Misty protecting him behind her.

"Ha... is this considered heroic?" Hercules sneered, trying to goad Akhtar into battle.

However, Ximu has not replied yet.

"You are not worthy to fight Akhtar." Misty spoke up to defend Akhtar, "If you can't even defeat me, then you are not qualified to fight Akhtar."

Hercules: "..."

(End of this chapter)