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Chapter 158 The condition is to release the Witch of Death, how about it?

A cold wind blows outside the window.

The Witch of Death sat elegantly on a chair by the window. Beside her was Sharon, who was wearing a black latex suit and folded her hands in front of her belly, like a personal maid.

She looked in the direction of the Kingdom of Art and could clearly see the burning flames.

"My Lord Witch of Death, why do you want to do this?"

"..."

The Witch of Death did not answer, her sapphire eyes showed doubt, and Sharon sighed and asked:

“Why should Mr. Akhtar personally deal with the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art?”

Because that was his plan.

The Witch of Death picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip elegantly, and said coldly: "Human, why do you think I did that?"

Sharon thought about it and bit her lower lip. "Is it to make sure that Mr. Akhtar has no way back and can only follow you completely?"

As expected, she is the Witch of Death. As long as Akhtar continues to be hostile to the Church, she will sooner or later be unacceptable to this world. She can only completely integrate into the Cult of Death and become the Witch of Death. And this process does not take very long.

"...Yes, that's it." The Witch of Death was silent for a moment, then calmly admitted it, which made Sharon look unwilling, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she guessed what the Witch of Death was thinking, she couldn't stop Akhtar from falling into the arms of the Witch of Death, because the Witch of Death used an open conspiracy.

And at the same time.

In the land of art.

On the broad street.

Akhtar stood at the front, the air current stirred by the flames blew the black hair on his forehead, and the greatsword of death stuck in the ground beside him reflected the army of the Kingdom of Art opposite him.

The Cult of Death and the powerful local warriors of the Kingdom of Art confront each other.

And right now.

Caroline trotted out from the opposing army and came before Akhtar with a nervous look. She no longer had the elegance of a noble lady, but instead looked extremely nervous.

"Mr. Akhtar, this condition is really hard for us to accept." She lowered her head, "Please think of another way."

After returning to the Kingdom of Art camp, she negotiated with everyone. As for the proposal to sacrifice a few people to let the majority survive, the top leaders of the City of Art unanimously opposed it and said that even if they all died in battle, they would not compromise with such a proposal.

Otherwise, this moral dilemma would be enough to cause the collapse of the Kingdom of Art, and the Cult of the Dead is a cult, so what they say is obviously not credible.

So it is natural to refuse.

"Really?" Ximu nodded slightly and pulled up the Greatsword of Death from the ground, making the atmosphere tense instantly. Caroline took several steps back in fear. She could feel that the followers of Death behind Akhtar were becoming manic and might launch another massacre at any time, and she would be the first to bear the brunt of the misfortune.

"Lady Witch of Death has also given me an alternative proposal." Ximu raised the Great Sword of Death and pointed it at the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art. "I will fight with the strong men of the Kingdom of Art. If you can kill me, the Cult of Death will withdraw. If I kill all of you, it will be considered as sacrificing a few people."

"Alas, you are facing all the strong men of the Kingdom of Art alone?" Caroline couldn't believe her ears and wondered if she had heard it wrong. Then she understood the benefits of this proposal. As long as the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art cooperated to kill Akhtar, the crisis of the Kingdom of Art would be resolved.

"This is the only solution." Ximu shook his head and smiled at Caroline, "But I won't show mercy. I hope you can understand this."

"Yes." Caroline nodded quickly, then walked towards her own camp and repeated Akhtar's words.

Afterwards, most of the top leaders in the Kingdom of Art came up with the same thought: Is Akhtar seeking death?

Otherwise, how could I want to face everyone alone.

"We are really lucky. I didn't expect to survive in this way." The man with a clown pattern on his face laughed as if he had survived a disaster. There were so many of them, no matter how strong Akhtar was, he could not defeat them.

It's better to say that they are sure to win.

"Could it be that Akhtar doesn't want to live anymore?" A woman in an asymmetrical long skirt glanced at Akhtar, wondering about the mental state of this world-famous hero.

"I think all... yes." Someone suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of everyone present. It was a blonde woman wearing a gorgeous dress and holding a folding fan to cover the lower half of her face. She lowered her eyes.

"The Witch of Death may have really said this proposal, but whether the Cult of Death will abide by it is another matter. Assuming that we kill Akhtar, we will most likely face an attack from the Cult of Death."

"And if we are all killed by Akhtar, then the Kingdom of Art, which has lost its management, can also be accepted by the Order of Death, which can be regarded as an indirect way of sacrificing a few to save the majority."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Everyone present looked at each other and understood the unreliability behind this proposal.

but.

"We don't have any other choice." A masked woman in pink armor shook her head and drew the knight's sword from her waist. "Besides, being able to fight to the death with a world-famous hero is worth it even if we get killed!"

"I hope the goddess will bless you." The man with clown makeup on his face smiled bitterly, took out two daggers from his waist, and performed some knife tricks.

In fact, most of the powerful people in the Kingdom of Art have already strategically relocated, leaving with their families, and have no intention of becoming enemies with the Cult of Death.

It is very difficult for a group of people who originally gathered together for art to organize themselves when faced with external threats.

Those who are willing to stay today all have a special feeling for the country of art.

And on the other side.

“Lord Akhtar, isn’t it a bad idea to let you face so many strong men alone?” Shark Girl stood on tiptoe. Her small jacket couldn’t cover her huge breasts at all. As she moved, they were squeezed together harder, as if she was deliberately seducing Akhtar beside her. However, she herself was not aware of this.

It was purely out of concern for Akhtar’s safety.

Ximu glanced at the shark girl Kashute, who was standing on tiptoe beside him with a concerned face, and shook his head slightly.
"This is the decision of Lady Witch of Death, and it is also the way to cause the least loss to the Kingdom of Art. Otherwise, we can only conquer the Kingdom of Art by force."

"It's really not difficult to forcibly capture the Kingdom of Art." Shark Lady Kashut grinned, revealing her sharp teeth. She raised the serrated broadsword in her hand, pointed at the opposing army and shouted, "Lord Akhtar doesn't need to take action. I can kill them all by myself!"

"I don't want to kill them all." Ximu had a blank expression on his face. He hammered the shark girl Kashute's head with his hand. He had no interest in killing guys with pitifully low experience points. He just wanted to quickly kill the elite monsters in the Kingdom of Art.

In response to this, Shark Girl Kashut touched her head and stopped clamoring to kill everyone in the Kingdom of Art, even though she was really confident that she could kill everyone on the opposite side.

Those who are able to join the Order of Death and become high-ranking ones usually have violated the laws set by the gods, used forbidden means to exceed human limits, or hoped to obtain methods from the Order of Death to become stronger.

This also led to the high quality of the Death Cult's strongmen. "Let me kill them, so that Lord Akhtar won't have to be so embarrassed." She whispered.

He was clearly aware of Akhtar's situation.

"Don't worry, I will win." Ximu said, then summoned a little mare, turned over and rode on the horse's back, charging towards the strong men from the Kingdom of Art.

As the horses' hooves hit the ground, the scenery suddenly changed, and the ruined city was replaced by an endless desert.

"Do it!" A yellow-haired young man with his palms on the ground shouted, and the strong men around him charged forward at the same time.

The enemy had only one man and one horse, while they had dozens of people, so they obviously had a greater chance of winning. Even a world-famous hero did not have much chance of winning.

"Sorry, hero!" The man with clown makeup on his face suddenly flashed and appeared behind Akhtar. He stabbed him with a dagger coated with poison. The sharp blade penetrated the flesh and completed the assassination unexpectedly.

However, he saw Akhtar's cold eyes, without the slightest wavering, and he didn't seem to be affected by the poison at all.

Did he forget to poison the dagger?
Before he could figure it out, Akhtar had already swung the Greatsword of Death, and the ink-like flames of death directly submerged the Joker, burning him to ashes in an instant.

He didn't care much about the poison. The blessing from the Goddess of Life not only allowed him to recover from his injuries quickly, but also strengthened his resistance to various abnormal conditions, including the poison.

Moreover, now that he is a dragon in human skin, he has a very high abnormal resistance and does not need to worry much about the poison.

"Let's clear the area first." Ximu grinned, sparks mixed with black flew out from between his teeth, and then he spit out a black sun.

"Boom!" The desert suddenly darkened, and the exploding black sun spread out black flames. Many strong men with weak strength were burned to ashes in an instant.

"Are we really on the same level?" The woman in pink armor widened her eyes in disbelief. She put down the knight's sword that had reached the flames and looked at Akhtar, who was killing with an expressionless face in the distance. She felt something was unreal.

She and Akhtar are both at the top of their human powers, so why is there such a huge gap in their strength?

"Perhaps this is why the Witch of Death allowed Akhtar to fight us alone." A knight with severely burned skin covered his cheek with one hand and used his only eyeball to look at Akhtar, who was fighting indifferently in the distance, and said:

"The witch's favor he possesses is too strong." He deliberately kept his distance before the battle began, intending to maintain long-range attacks and harassment.

However, he was still seriously injured, and many strong men who did not have time to react were directly burned to ashes.

Death, without understanding how he died.

"Really?" The woman in pink armor bit her lower lip, then smiled with relief, "It's really nice to be able to fight with a guy like this."

She charged towards Akhtar.

"My lady goddess, I should serve you now."

"..."

The knight who stayed where he was gritted his teeth, put down his hands that were covering his face, picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, aimed at Akhtar who was fighting, and the arrow shot through the air and was about to hit Akhtar.

The horse with splayed legs moved its feet and disappeared from the spot as if it had teleported, and then he saw Akhtar appear in front of him.

The sword fell.

Ximu withdrew his gaze indifferently and continued to slaughter other strong men, quickly finishing the work. Unless a strong man who surpassed the limit of human beings could emerge from the Kingdom of Art, it would be impossible to stop his slaughter.

Such strong people are usually high-ranking figures in the church. After all, the Kingdom of Art is a city where people who pursue art gather. It is not a gathering place for the church and does not have enough reserves of strong people.

However, there is a special thing about the Kingdom of Art. It attracts the attention of gods. The gods of beauty and art, singing and dancing, desserts, and other gods interested in art or entertainment often pay attention to the Kingdom of Art.

Ten minutes later.

The desert disappears.

Several corpses burning with black flames fell and turned into ashes after colliding with the ground. Akhtar, riding on an eight-legged horse, looked expressionlessly at the female knight in front of him who was wearing pink armor and leaning on the ground with a broken sword.

"Gu, kill me." The female knight made a death wish. She had no chance of defeating Akhtar. It would be better for her to die under Akhtar's sword and save the Kingdom of Art.

However, Ximu did not do so. Instead, he put away the sword. It was not that he wanted to waste it, but simply because there was a woman sitting behind him...whom he could not defeat for the time being.

That's why he chose to stop.

"Why do you show up at this time?" Ximu turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the pink-haired woman who appeared behind him. She was sitting sideways on the horse's back with a smile on her beautiful face. She raised her hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Akhtar."

"..." Ximu frowned and chose not to answer. However, the shark girl Kashuti in the Cult of Death drew her sword and rushed out without saying a word, slashing with the serrated sword, which was surrounded by black flames that were directed towards death.

"Snap~" The pink-haired woman suddenly snapped her fingers, causing the rushing shark girl Kasuto's eyes to suddenly become dazed. Her body also lost control and crashed into the burning dilapidated house nearby, and was then buried by the collapsed house.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu glanced in the direction of Shark Girl. He was not worried about Shark Girl Kashuute's safety. With Shark Girl Kashuute's strength, she would be fine even if she was left in the fire for days and nights. What really troubled him was the goddess behind him.

The god of beauty and art.

"Go away. The value of the kingdom of art lies in its inhabitants." The God of Beauty and Art advised. "When you rule and kill them, the kingdom of art will no longer have any value."

"Then what price are you willing to pay?" Ximu asked indifferently. He didn't have much interest in the God of Beauty and Art. Although the modeling was very beautiful and not inferior to the Witch of Death, its strength could not be compared with that of the Witch of Death at all.

However, pretty vases generally cannot attract his attention, just like when he plays the card drawing game, he generally likes to draw characters that are both good-looking and strong.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm a goddess!" The goddess of beauty and art did not expect Akhtar to be so indifferent to her.

She showed an aggrieved expression.

“Why is the attitude so bad?”

"It's no use being nice. What's important is the price you have to pay." Ximu said expressionlessly, "Otherwise, Lady Witch of Death will not agree, and even your safety cannot be guaranteed."

The God of Beauty and Art smiled lightly, looked at Akhtar seriously and said, "Is it enough to release the true form of the Witch of Death?"

(End of this chapter)