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Chapter 157 The Witch of Death's Reward

basement.

On the old wooden table, the candles flickered with faint flames, struggling to resist the darkness in the room.

Ximu lowered his head, looked at the struggling parrot in his hands, then glanced at the magic circle drawn with mercury on the ground. Then he suddenly strangled the parrot in his hand to death. With a shrill cry, he threw the parrot's body in the center of the sacrificial magic circle.

His lips moved and he uttered the spell to summon the Witch of Death.

Death began to invade every corner of the room.

The parrot's body in the magic circle suddenly flowed, igniting a faint blue flame, and was completely swallowed up in an instant.

The Witch of Death emerged from the dark blue fire. She was still dressed in that familiar outfit, wearing a white pointed witch hat, with wavy blue hair hanging down. Her cold eyes made people feel unapproachable, but her mysterious temperament deeply attracted people's attention, making it difficult for people to look away.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, sitting in the blue flames, looking at the person who summoned her with the parrot again... no, it was the dragon.

"You can contact me directly in the future, and there is no need to make such a perfunctory sacrifice."

"Understood." Ximu nodded slightly. He was not at all troubled by the ordinary believers of death who were struggling with whether this was respectful to the Witch of Death.

For him, sacrifice and summoning of the Witch of Death usually have some requirements, such as the need to destroy corpses in the early stage, or using the Witch of Death as an excuse to carry out sacrifice.

Usually, the simpler the better.

"Why did you summon me this time?" The Witch of Death asked straight to the point. She knew that Akhtar was different from the Black Knife who served her in the past, and he would not summon her out unless it was necessary.

"The plan to induce the Goddess of Death to appear." Ximu spoke succinctly. He met the sapphire eyes of the Witch of Death and calmly stated the next plan. "Given the Goddess of Death's violent personality, if there is a chance to taunt her in person, her urge to rush out of hell will become even stronger."

"The character of the Goddess of Death is indeed not as stable as that of the Goddess of Life." The Witch of Death nodded slightly, acknowledging Akhtar's statement.

Although the goddess of death looks very indifferent, she has a relatively violent personality. When her bottom line is touched, she will show extremely high aggressiveness and physically destroy the person who offends her.

Of course this is without anyone's dissuasion.

"What if a believer favored by the Goddess of Death stays by your side?" Ximu smiled, "and you provoke the Goddess of Death, is it possible that the Goddess of Death will rush out of hell and fight you to the death?"

The Witch of Death thought for a moment and said:

"If there were no gods to stop her, the goddess of death would rush out of hell to fight me to the death. Even if she knew that my true body might be unsealed, she would only think of killing my true body as well."

There are many believers in this world who pray to the gods they believe in all their lives, but basically they cannot get the attention of the gods, and they are not even qualified to be remembered by the gods. Only those who shine brightly enough can attract the attention of the gods and gain the favor of the gods.

And if there is a person who is favored by the goddess of death who appears around, then her verbal ridicule of the goddess of death may really be heard by the goddess of death.

This stimulates the goddess of death.

"The current bishop of the Black Rose Kingdom." Ximu kept smiling, his voice too calm. "She performed outstandingly in the sacrifice of the Black Rose Kingdom, and thus won the favor of the Goddess of Death. If you talk to her, your words will most likely be heard by the Goddess of Death, whether it is praise or ridicule."

Having said that, he smiled helplessly again.

"Of course, if you can trick the Black Rose Kingdom's bishop into becoming a believer of death, I will be very happy."

"Is it the nun named Sharon?" asked the Witch of Death. She remembered that when she was in the Black Rose Kingdom, there was a Death Nun who wore a black latex suit and had a sexy figure. She chopped off the head of the puppet girl several times.

In response, Ximu exclaimed: "As expected of the Lady Witch of Death, you can guess it right away."

The Witch of Death was not delighted by the praise, and nodded calmly, saying, "If she doesn't want to join the Order of Death, then for your sake, I will spare her life."

After saying that, she stretched out a white finger towards Akhtar, but Ximu understood the meaning of this ambiguous action immediately. He raised his hand and tore open his shirt, revealing his chest muscles, and then took a step forward.

This certainly wasn't his intention to serve the Witch of Death.

But a blessing.

The Witch of Death placed her slender white fingers on Akhtar's chest muscles. Her white fingertips slid, and her nails rubbed against the skin, outlining beautiful lines and writing words that symbolized death.

The gift she bestowed this time was not as casual as before. It seemed very serious, and the strength of the power of death bestowed was different from before.

Since Akhtar has made so many contributions for her, she naturally has to reward him. Before, it was because Akhtar, as a human being, was not strong enough to bear the strong power of death.

This reward has been delayed.

But now Akhtar is no longer a human being, but a being that is more powerful than a dragon, so it is natural for her to give him favors.

After a moment, as the Witch of Death drew the last stroke, she calmly withdrew her hand and folded her fingers over her chest again.

"This is your reward."

"Can the power of death I carry now compare to the black knife that served you in the past?" Ximu touched his chest and asked the Witch of Death with pretended curiosity.

In response, the Witch of Death shook her head slightly and said:

"It's not a good thing to pursue death too much."

"Does that mean you haven't reached the level of the Black Knife yet?" Ximu showed a regretful expression, but he could understand the Death Witch's actions, because the Death Witch, who was only in the form of a clone, could only bestow him with this much of a favor.

In order to obtain a higher level of grace, the true form of the Witch of Death must be unlocked.

"Akhtar, you are different from her." The Witch of Death frowned, and her sapphire eyes reflected Akhtar's regretful expression. "There is no need for you to compare yourself with her."

"Is she irreplaceable to you?" Ximu sighed softly, his smile unexpectedly carefree, but it also made people feel a little sad.

This man...would he care about something like this?
The Witch of Death remained silent, but thinking of Akhtar's dedicated help to her, she still explained.

"Relying too much on my power is not good for your advancement to a demon. Black Blade does not have the qualifications to be promoted to a witch, and has also studied his abilities to a certain extent."

"Understood." Ximu smiled gently and forced himself to suppress the disappointment on his face. He would not give up the power of death. Even if he had a way to break the immortality of the gods after becoming a demon, the power of the Witch of Death was still very convenient.

Therefore, we cannot stop trying to extract the power of the Witch of Death.

"After opening the gates of hell, I will grant you a deeper power of death." The Witch of Death added. She had seen that Akhtar had been doing his best to help her, so she would not let Akhtar down too much, although she herself felt that it was not a good thing for Akhtar to rely too much on his own power.

After reaching the demon's realm, one must find a way to expand one's abilities to the point of omnipotence; only in this way can one face the gods directly.

"I'm really looking forward to it." The sadness on Ximu's face completely disappeared, causing the Witch of Death to frown and remind him again.

"Akhtar, you should focus more on your abilities. This will help you become a devil, and it will also help..." Before he finished speaking, Akhtar turned around and pointed to the open single door in the basement.

"Let's go, Lady Witch of Death." Ximu tilted his head and smiled gently at the Witch of Death, "I'll take you to see Sharon."

Witch of Death: "..."

Forget it, this is something that Hecate, the Witch of Fate, should worry about. Given the character of the Witch of Fate, she will not watch her apprentice go astray.

Thinking of this, she had no intention of persuading him.

The two left the basement.

The believers of death along the way knelt down one after another after meeting the two, until Akhtar and the Witch of Death left, and then they exchanged glances with each other.

They all noticed that Akhtar's shirt had been torn open, and there was an obvious aura of the Witch of Death's favor.

It felt like there was a story behind this, but they didn't dare to say it out loud and could only communicate with their eye contact.

Go through the corridor.

Came to a door.

Ximu raised his hand and pushed open the door. He pointed at Sharon, who was standing by the window in a black latex suit, and said:

"Lady Witch of Death, I still have a lot of work to do, so I won't disturb your conversation any more. But I hope that you will at least let Sharon leave alive, considering how much I have done for you."

"Yeah." The Witch of Death responded coldly, and Ximu exchanged glances with Sharon in the room, then turned and left the room.

Now he has to meet a woman and has no time to waste on the Witch of Death and Sharon, so let them go through the plot on their own.

Anyway, they are all smart women. Even if they don't mediate themselves, they can still achieve a subtle harmony driven by their own interests.

And not long after he left.

Sharon's cold gaze met the Witch of Death, but the eyes only met for a moment, and she subconsciously looked away.

Fear... no, to be more precise, it was the instinct deep in her body that wanted to survive that suppressed her subjective consciousness and prevented her from looking directly at death.

So she looked away involuntarily.

"It's really hard to imagine why Akhtar can talk to you so easily." She said what was in her mind.

“Are you too fond of Akhtar?”

"Rather than saying that I favor Akhtar too much, it's more that the Goddess of Death is too stingy." The Death Witch said in a cold voice, "This is why Akhtar completely abandoned the power of the Goddess of Death and completely accepted my power."

Sharon was speechless.

Why did we suddenly turn to the topic of the goddess of death being stingy? Obviously, the goddess of death has always been like this, allowing her believers to explore the path to death with their own abilities.

However, compared to the way the Goddess of Death treated her believers as she pleased, the Witch of Death was obviously more generous and magnanimous. Soon after Akhtar joined the Cult of Death, she granted him powerful favors, endowed him with divine weapons, and placed Akhtar in a high position.

Few people can sustain this trust and generosity.

And right now.

[Who is stingy, this damn witch... Let me go, I'm calm! ] Faintly, Sharon heard a suppressed and angry voice.

And she was very familiar with this angry female voice. It was the goddess of death who bestowed the favor of death on her. This also meant that the witch of death's unintentional belittlement of the goddess of death reached the ears of the goddess of death.

"My God is also very generous." Sharon quickly defended herself, but this sentence was not a refutation of the Witch of Death.

Rather, he was trying to appease the goddess of death behind the scenes.

"The Goddess of Death just doesn't care." The Witch of Death shook her head and said calmly in an objective and calm tone, "She is just a goddess who only thinks about herself and doesn't care about others at all."

[Who is thinking about himself? Come and try my workload!] The even angrier female voice echoed in Sharon's mind, making her realize that she had to find a way to change the subject, otherwise the goddess of death might be provoked to run out of hell.

Once the goddess of death comes to the world, it will be an irreversible disaster.

"In fact, I came here to see you to ask you to untie the overlap between life and death." Sharon lowered her proud head, "Please restore the order of life and death to normal, and let the souls of the world go to the right world."

"..." The Witch of Death did not answer, but turned and walked outside, and then a cold voice came out:

"Human, follow me."

"..." Sharon hesitated for a moment, but still followed the Witch of Death.

Now she has no choice. If she can't make the Witch of Death change her mind, then she has to find a way to find the guy who is cooperating with the Witch of Death.

Only in this way can the crisis of life and death be resolved.

……

...

And at the same time.

In front of the castle gate.

"Bang!" After Ximu walked out of the door, a red-haired woman flew backwards and brushed past him, causing a strong wind to blow up his black hair on his forehead.

Then I felt a vibration behind me.

When I turned around, I saw a red-haired woman with patterns on her arms, her head stuck on the wall.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"Are you okay?" Ximu asked, and then he saw the red-haired woman with her head stuck in the wall move her body, support herself with both hands on the wall to pull her head out, then shook her head, shaking off the stone chips on her hair.

"Lord Akhtar, there are two women who claim to be your friends." The red-haired woman with tattoos stretched her neck. "They look like kind-hearted women, not your companions."

Ximu: "..."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am really Akhtar's friend." A calm female voice came. Ximu turned his head and saw Eden walking slowly towards him in a cloak.

She took off her cloak, revealing her delicate face:
"If you don't believe it, you can ask Akhtar for confirmation."

"Eden is indeed my friend." Ximu met the red-haired woman's gaze and acknowledged Eden's identity. Then the red-haired woman smiled relaxedly, pointed at another woman who came in, and said with a smile:
"So she is also a friend of Akhtar sir?"

"..."

Ximu looked in the direction where the finger was pointing, and what he saw was a woman with rose-red hair. She was wearing a long dress similar to a nun's uniform, and had light red eye shadow. She had the elegance of a noble lady and the dignity of a nun.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment.

"I don't know her." He shook his head, and the red-haired woman immediately smiled dangerously, a fluorescent green light burst out from her body, and the airflow began to become turbulent. The wind blew across the ground.

“We all believe in the Goddess of Life, so why can’t we be friends?” the woman with rose-colored hair immediately explained.

She raised her hand to gently gather the hair beside her ear, revealing a jeweled earring.

“I have always felt that believers in the Goddess of Life are each other’s family and friends.”

"A believer of the goddess of life?" Ximu frowned, and saw the woman with rose-colored hair smiling and said to him:

"Although I am a novice nun, I am indeed a believer in the Goddess of Life."

"Then use a life-related prayer." Ximu's eyes were cold, and his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, making the woman with long rose-colored hair suddenly nervous.

"Nun Caroline, officially certified." Caroline maintained an elegant and charming smile and took out a relevant certificate.

"Your Excellency Akhtar can take a look."

"..." Ximu took the certificate and looked at it. It was indeed certified by the Church of the Goddess of Life. However, he still asked coldly:

"Identity can be disguised, but life-related prayers cannot. Can you... use life-related prayers?"

of course not.

Caroline thought so. It had been less than a day since she received the certificate from the Church of the Goddess of Life, and she did not believe in the Goddess of Life.

But the god of beauty and art.

But she also knew that if she said it, Akhtar's attitude would change drastically. Even if he didn't get angry and kill her with a sword, the other believers of death would never let her leave alive.

Maybe he experienced unimaginable torture before death, which resulted in him being unable to close his legs after death.

"Sir Akhtar, why are you so resistant to the fact that I am a believer of the Goddess of Life?" Caroline sighed, "Or are you actually unwilling to face us?"

She folded her hands in front of her belly, and her temperament changed accordingly, revealing the unique maternal nature and tolerance of a believer in the Goddess of Life.

Although she is not a believer of the Goddess of Life.

But since she is a resident of the country of art, she has received acting training since childhood, so she looks very similar when she pretends.

And her figure is very consistent with that of a follower of the Goddess of Life.

"..." Ximu sighed, and Caroline secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had gotten away with it. She didn't have to worry about being insulted to the point of being unable to close her legs. With Akhtar's status in the Order of the Death, he could let her leave safely with just a few words.

But she didn't come here to escape.

"As for your position, we actually understand it very well." Caroline lowered her eyes and showed a look of pity.

"You must have made a lot of efforts to prevent the Goddess of Life and the Witch of Death from conflicting with each other."

They had already noticed that the Cult of Death deliberately avoided believers of the Goddess of Life. If someone said that this had nothing to do with Akhtar, they would definitely not believe it. It must have been Akhtar's request to the Witch of Death that caused the Cult of Death to launch a war and try not to conflict with the Church of Life.

And this is why she came to the Order of Death under the identity of a novice nun of the Church of Life, just to meet with Akhtar, to make Akhtar waver through words, so that the Kingdom of Art can get a chance to breathe.

"It didn't take much effort. Lady Witch of Death was very kind and directly agreed to my request." Ximu shook his head and smiled freely.

However, everyone present could see that there were many complicated inner stories. That was the Witch of Death, how could she easily agree to a believer's request? It would definitely cost an unimaginable price.

Maybe Akhtar will have to go against his own wishes and do many things he doesn't want to do.

Otherwise, why would the Witch of Death agree to Akhtar's request?

"The Goddess of Life will definitely forgive you." Caroline clasped her fingers together and smiled gently, which made Akhtar look much better.

Ximu restrained the cold expression on his face and looked at Caroline's gentle expression:

"How did you know I was here?"

Of course, the astrologers told us so.

Caroline thought so, but did not say it out loud. She lowered her hands that were clasped tightly in front of her chest and showed a sad expression to Akhtar:
"I am here to negotiate with the Order of Death."

She spoke softly.

"If the Cult of Death were allowed to capture the Kingdom of Art, it would definitely cause a major disaster, which would definitely make the Goddess of Life sad. So, I came here hoping to talk to the Cult of Death."

"Hey, you bitch!" The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms gritted her teeth, raised her hand and swung it, and the storm turned into a sharp blade, brushing past Caroline.

"Are you trying to use Lord Akhtar to make us withdraw our troops?"

"I'm sorry, I... did have such a thought after meeting His Excellency Akhtar." Caroline lowered her head guiltily, looking at the cut gap under her feet. She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and she felt like she was almost dismembered.

But she still maintained her proper attitude.

"If the followers of the Goddess of Life want to leave," Ximu said, meeting Caroline's eyes, "I can guarantee that the Cult of Death will not stop you, and you can all leave safely."

"You heard me, this is already a big concession." The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms looked extremely unhappy, "Don't be ungrateful."

"Can anyone who is a believer of the Goddess of Life leave?" Caroline asked, and then heard Akhtar add.

"Joining the Church of the Goddess of Life temporarily or verbally does not count." Ximu shook his head. "If you want everyone to pretend to believe in the Goddess of Life so that we give up the attack, it will only lead to the Cult of Death killing everyone indiscriminately."

"Sir Akhtar, please think of another way." Caroline showed a pitiful expression, trying to make Akhtar change his words, even though she knew that Akhtar might really have no way. Even if Akhtar could really do it, he would have to pay a huge price, but that was no longer within her consideration.

The most important thing now is to resolve the crisis in the country of art.

"..."

Ximu looked up at the blue sky. He did not immediately respond to Caroline's plea.

In fact, he didn't hate Caroline. This woman just gave him an excuse to join the war in the Kingdom of Art.

for a long time.

"I'll try." Akhtar turned around and walked deeper into the castle. But after a few steps, he turned around and looked at Eden, saying:
"Come with me, I'll arrange a room for you to rest."

"..." Eden nodded, silently followed Akhtar's footsteps, and disappeared with him under the gaze of everyone.

Caroline, who stayed where she was, nervously pulled the hem of her skirt. She found herself in a very dangerous situation, being watched by many Death Believers. If any hot-headed Death Believers rushed out, her life would be over.

I don’t know whether if you are killed by a believer of death, your soul will go to hell, or be sacrificed to the witch of death, and your soul will be stuffed into the wick of a lamp and tortured forever.

"You... are so annoying and disgusting!" The woman with tattooed arms walked up to Caroline with an extremely unhappy expression, "Since you know this is very embarrassing, you shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Haven't you ever thought about how much it would cost Lord Akhtar?!"

She reached out and grabbed Caroline's neck.

"Being able to prevent the Cult of Death from attacking the Church of the Goddess of Life is already a huge concession. Why are you still not satisfied?"

"Sorry." Caroline apologized softly, which made the red-haired woman with tattooed arms even more upset. She had no ill feelings towards Akhtar. On the contrary, she was full of respect and pity. That man could receive the favor of the Witch of Death and become the most famous hero in the world, but he was destined to... die.

People will certainly make requests to Akhtar, trying to get him to influence the Order of the Dead, until one day Akhtar is spurned by everyone.

From a hero to a hypocritical cultist in people's eyes.

after a while.

After having a discussion with the Witch of Death, Ximu walked out of the castle again. Under the gaze of everyone, he came in front of Caroline.

"The Death Witch has given... a condition." His eyes were cold. "As long as I kill one of the gods' believers, three of them will be allowed to survive."

"Huh?" Caroline was stunned. This was not what she expected, but it was reasonable.

"I refused. It's too weird to kill a few people for the sake of the majority." Ximu turned around and said to Caroline with his back to her:

"The Witch of Death has allowed me not to participate in the war in the Kingdom of Art, and I do not intend to stay in the Kingdom of Art."

He waved his hand.

"You go."

"Wait, Mr. Akhtar." Caroline subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to grab Akhtar's wrist, but was hit in the lower abdomen by the storm, and was directly knocked out and flew towards the country of art.

"Hmph!" The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms snorted, feeling annoyed with this woman who kept pestering her.

at the same time.

on the other side.

Caroline was blown away by the storm, and her body seemed to be thrown like a stone, hitting the barrier of the Kingdom of Art. However, at the moment when it was about to touch the barrier, the barrier that was enough to resist the Cult of Death collapsed.

And her flying body smoothly fell into the kingdom of art.

"Boom!" Caroline's body fell to the ground in the square. After she recovered and stood up, she witnessed... hell.

"Hahahaha, run, hide, and scream!" The murderous maniac holding two knives killed people indiscriminately in the square, and the chaotic aura of death he exuded revealed his identity as a cultist.

The Order of Death successfully invaded the Kingdom of Art.

In the distance, more cultists came and began to launch a general attack on the Kingdom of Art.

Can't stay here any longer.

Caroline gritted her teeth and tried to turn around and run away, but she came face to face with a cultist, a shark girl who was carrying a serrated broadsword and looked very arrogant with her delicate little face raised high.

"Ha~ a fish that slipped through the net." Shark Lady raised her serrated sword, only to see Caroline so scared that she took out the certificate from the Church of the Goddess of Life.

"I am a novice Sister of Life, please don't kill me."

"..." Shark Girl's expression froze. She looked at the nervous human woman with sweat on her forehead and twitched the corners of her mouth.

Then he chopped it down with a knife.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Caroline's body was split into two, but she did not die immediately. She retained clear consciousness and a strong sense of pain.

After overlapping the order of life and death, as long as the members of the Cult of Death do not have the power of death attached to them, they will not easily cause death.

"Since you are a believer of the Goddess of Life, you can heal yourself, right?" Shark Girl said, then turned and left to look for other opponents.

"Ahhh... it hurts so much!" Caroline cried in agony while crawling, grabbing her severed lower body, giving herself a drink of potion to heal her injuries, then forcibly connected her lower body, enduring the pain to piece her body together.

Then he began to flee.

Flames spread to every corner of the city, and everywhere you looked was killing and despair. There was no one at all... no, there were only a few exceptions.

The believers of the Goddess of Life will not be attacked, but they have no way to save the situation. They can only find ways to provide treatment while escaping with the residents in the city.

As for fighting against the Cult of Death... No, as long as the believers of the Goddess of Life take the initiative, the believers of Death will decisively fight back.

This would in turn prevent the believers of the Goddess of Life from saving more people, leading to more deaths.

And right now.

"That's enough, that's it."

A male voice suddenly spread throughout the Kingdom of Art, causing the fleeing Caroline to stop. At the end of the flaming road, Akhtar walked in alone, followed by a shark girl. The two of them walked into the chaotic battlefield one after the other.

Then, the battle came to an abrupt end.

The cultists who had been killing with impunity seemed to have received some instructions and stopped, but they did not choose to withdraw from the Kingdom of Art. Instead, they began to gather behind Akhtar and formed a mighty cultist army.

"What the hell is going on?" Caroline blinked, looked at the mighty army of the Cult of Death coming towards her, subconsciously took a step back, but lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"You... are too stubborn." Ximu lowered his head, looked at Caroline who was sitting on the ground, and stretched out his hand.

"They actually broke the barrier of the Kingdom of Art directly?"

"I broke the barrier?" Caroline was stunned, but still held the hand that Akhtar extended to her.

"Of course I'm just kidding." Ximu turned his head and looked at the mighty army coming in the distance. He drew back the sword of death and swung it, drawing a clear dividing line on the ground.

And the army that was rushing over also stopped at the border of the demarcation line.

“How do we choose between the majority and the minority?”

"I... don't know." Caroline answered, looking at the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art who were confronting Akhtar, and fell into confusion.

Why has the situation turned out like this.

"Why not ask them what they will choose?" Ximu patted Caroline's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I'll be waiting for your answer here."

(End of this chapter)