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Chapter 169 The upcoming conflict
"Why did I still receive favor?" Ximu looked at his hands, and then looked at the statue of the Goddess of Life. He seemed to not understand the Goddess of Life's choice. He had clearly prayed to the Goddess of Life to withdraw his favor, but the Goddess of Life granted him a stronger favor, which was no less than the favor bestowed by the Witch of Death.

"To be able to receive the favor of the goddess means that you are the one being watched by the goddess." A gentle female voice came from behind. Sister Margot walked gracefully to the side of the puzzled Akhtar. She folded her hands in front of her belly, with a dignified and gentle temperament. Her mature figure gave the illusion that she was about to burst through her nun's uniform.

"Sir Akhtar, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Have you been recognized?" Ximu smiled, looked at Sister Margot with a gentle smile, and said helplessly:

"But I'm not someone worthy of the goddess's attention." He went to sit on a bench nearby, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers in front of his chest.

Sister Margot naturally came and sat next to Akhtar. As a nun serving God, she had the obligation to listen to the voices of believers, even though the grace Akhtar had received far exceeded that of an ordinary nun like her.

"I am a member of the Cult of Death, and I have killed many people, including many believers of gods." Ximu's voice was low and a little tired. "If I continue to hold the favor of the Goddess of Life, the glory of the Goddess of Life will definitely be damaged."

This is indeed true in a logical sense.

Sister Margot kept smiling and understood Akhtar's thoughts very well. Now, some people were indeed discussing why Akhtar could still retain the favor of the Goddess of Life after joining the Cult of Death. Now Akhtar was the man most favored by the Witch of Death, and perhaps he had already completely abandoned his faith.

There are all kinds of discussions questioning why Akhtar still holds the favor of the Goddess of Life, and of course there are people who support Akhtar.

She is undoubtedly on the side supporting Akhtar. From her point of view, Akhtar is a hero who has to submit to the Witch of Death. She is also trying her best to interfere with the decisions of the Death Cult and the Witch of Death to reduce unnecessary losses in the war.

Not being an enemy of the Church of Life, the Church of Justice, or the Church of Wealth and Contract, to a certain extent, has protected the operation of law and economy. Not being an enemy of the Church of Life has also indirectly guaranteed the operation of medical care. Of course, in today's situation where life and death overlap, medical care has basically become meaningless.

However, this also indirectly shows Akhtar's belief in the goddess of life.

"Sir Akhtar, you have done very well." She reached out her hands, grasped Akhtar's hands, and wrapped them tightly with her palms. "Without your efforts, the world would have become a worse place. The gift you have received is proof of this, and also a reward for you."

Ximu was silent for a moment, then looked at Sister Margot, who was holding his hands with a gentle and sincere smile, and said:

"It seems that I can't disappoint the expectations of the goddess of life."

"Compared to living up to the expectations of the Goddess of Life, I hope you can live up to yourself even more." Sister Margot put down Akhtar's hand, raised her hand to gently gather the hair beside her ear, and smiled gently with concern, "You must feel uncomfortable in such a dangerous place like the Death Cult, right?"

"..."

Ximu was silent for a while, and then, under the statue of the Goddess of Life, he began to talk to Sister Margot about what he had encountered in the Order of Death. By the way, he talked about how the Witch of Death had become impatient and planned to use a very cruel method to forcibly pry open Hell.

"Use more than half of the world's souls to attack Hell." He leaned back in his chair, covering his face with one hand. "As long as there are enough souls heading to Hell at once, perhaps we can directly locate the existence of Hell and open the gates of Hell directly."

"Use half of the world's souls?" Sister Margot covered her mouth in shock, revealing an incredible expression, "The Witch of Death is so cruel that she wants to slaughter more than half of the lives in the world!"

Of course not.

Ximu thought silently that such a vicious idea could not have been thought up by the Witch of Death. It was just an evil strategy he found on the forum. He said it out now just to put pressure on the gods, so as to ensure that after the monster witch was resurrected, the goddess of death would come to the world and duel with the Witch of Death.

"That's just a backup plan." He stood up on his knees and smiled at Sister Margot. "I will try my best to prevent the Witch of Death from doing that."

“…” Sister Margot pursed her lips, looked at Akhtar’s calm smile, and found that she couldn’t say anything.

It is hard to imagine how bad the world would be now if Akhtar was not with the Witch of Death.

After a moment of silence, she could only whisper:
"Please protect yourself."

"The Witch of Death is very kind to me. You don't have to worry about my safety." Ximu waved his hand and left the church.

Margot looked at Akhtar's back in the distance, as if she could see this world-famous hero heading towards a dark and desperate future.

She lowered her eyes, clasped her fingers together, and began to pray to the Goddess of Life, reporting that the Witch of Death might have to sacrifice more than half of the world's souls.

This was truly too horrifying. She had never imagined that the Witch of Death would be so inhumane and could come up with such a vicious method.

If it is not stopped, it will surely be an unprecedented disaster.

Outside the church.

Ximu found Eden and the little mare who were waiting for him, and went to the duel arena where the monsters gathered, ready to witness the birth of Typhon, the king of monsters.

Soon after they left, the Kingdom of Pleasure underwent a subversive change. The Order of Death took over the Kingdom of Pleasure and opened up a path exclusively for monsters to advance, allowing all monsters to compete to become Typhon, the King of Monsters.

……

...

Castle in the Sky.

"Sky City will not participate in the war against the Cult of Death." Aslaqi threw the letter in her hand into the fireplace and said coldly to the messenger not far away:

"You should know very well that it is impossible for me to be an enemy of Akhtar."

"They are enemies of the Cult of Death." The messenger added, but saw that Aslaqi was unmoved and obviously unwilling to join the war against the Cult of Death.

He shook his head.

"As the queen of Sky City, I'm afraid your stance is not a good one."

"Are you done?" Yaslaqi responded coldly. She was not shaken by the messenger's verbal threats. She had already made the decision and was ready to bear the consequences.

The gods were unwilling to resurrect the monster witch, and also wanted to destroy the Cult of Death at the same time, so they began to mobilize various countries to join the crusade.

And the City in the Sky was naturally invited as well.

"Since you have made your decision." The messenger sighed, bowed respectfully, and left immediately.

And soon after the messenger left.

Yasraqi turned and walked to the window, looking at the wind and snow outside, and fell into a long silence. She was worried about Akhtar's safety.

……

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Magic Kingdom.

In the big library.

"Okay." Hecate put down the teacup, looked at the surprised messenger opposite, and smiled elegantly, "I haven't seen my apprentice for a long time."

"Ms. Hecate, I think you misunderstood." The messenger opened his mouth, "We are inviting you to join the Cult of the Dead, not to meet with His Excellency Akhtar."

"What difference does it make?" Hecate asked with a smile, "Do you still want me to kill the traitor with my own hands?"

"It's about the crusade against the Cult of the Dead. It has nothing to do with His Excellency Akhtar." The messenger explained again, and then Hecate shook her head and said, "He has no choice."

messenger:"……"

"I already understand the situation." Hecate waved her hand, and the messenger said nothing more and left the library respectfully.

And in the Dragon Empire.

"Hahaha~ Are you going too?" The White Dragon King laughed heartily and raised his hand to rub the white-haired Lolita's head. "Well, maybe this is the last time you see Akhtar."

The white-haired Lolita's cheeks puffed up slightly, and she said dissatisfiedly: "He won't die."

"Even gods and demons may die, so Akhtar may not be safe." The White Dragon King said this jokingly, but there was seriousness in his words. He understood the seriousness of the situation better than anyone else. Now the gods really intend to wipe out the Cult of Death, which will inevitably involve a battle between witches and gods.

……

...

A few days later.

Hierapolis.

This is a relatively wealthy country, famous for its hot springs. It is rumored that there is a gate to hell under the country of Hierapolis.

But that's just a rumor.

Hell does not exist underground, but exists on another level of the world that is unreachable to humans.

Of course, this place will soon become a veritable gate to hell.

On an unknown mountain.

"Hiss!" Medusa, a person with a human body and a snake tail, stuck out her forked tongue. Her gem-like pupils lit up. The monsters that attacked her turned into stone statues and were then swallowed by her hair... no, to be more precise, the poisonous snakes on her head.

But soon she stopped.

On a stone not far away, a man in silver armor turned his head to look at her, waved his hand and said:

"Don't mind me."

"..." Medusa stuck out her forked tongue. She knew the dangerous man in front of her. Akhtar, who helped thousands of monsters gather, went to various countries a few days ago to open up roads for the monsters to gather, and artificially increased the time for the monsters to gather.

She licked her rosy lips and left surprisingly obediently, without any intention of becoming an enemy of Akhtar.

Who makes Akhtar very strong.

"They are almost here." Ximu exhaled a puff of white mist and walked towards the outside of Hierapolis. The battle now is not just between monsters, but also a battle between the Order of Death and the coalition of the church.

at the same time.

on the other side.

Among the snow-covered mountains, the army's flags fluttered in the wind and snow. The army, composed of dragons, elves, humans, dwarves... and a small number of goblins, gathered into a long dragon and marched towards the country of Hierapolis.

And at the rear of the team, in a carriage that was closely guarded by the knights.

"Is this also fate's arrangement?" Suna held her cheek with one hand, looked at the white-haired woman opposite her, and said with a pout:

"I don't want to fight Akhtar."

"We are just providing rear support." The white-haired woman smiled peacefully and warned Suna, "Besides, you are now the Saint of Destiny. You must pay attention to the manners of a Saint and not be too casual or willful."

"There's no point pretending in front of the Pope, right?" Suna sighed softly, her expression still very melancholy.

If she was just trying to defeat the Cult of Death, then she would naturally have no burden and could kill without hesitation.

But the thought of becoming an enemy of Akhtar is different.

"We are just providing intelligence support in the rear." The Pope of Destiny whispered to comfort Suna. She understood Suna's reluctance very well. No one would feel good to be hostile to their friends, but the support provided by the Church of Destiny was necessary. It was about obtaining intelligence and countermeasures.

"I hope Akhtar doesn't know that I'm involved in this war." Suna sighed. She didn't have to participate in this war, but some time ago she was promoted to the Saint of Fate, and was forced by the Church of Fate to participate in the war against the Cult of Death.

"Since you are friends, he won't hurt you." The Pope of Fate smiled peacefully, "Even if you run to him, he will let you go safely because you are friends."

Suna's expression froze. Looking at the smiling Pope of Fate opposite her, she had a feeling that something was wrong, and then her intuition was fulfilled.

"Suna, I have a mission for you." The Pope of Fate took out a letter and placed it on the table, gently pushing it in front of Suna, "Give this letter to Akhtar. This is something only you can do."

"You want me to deliver the letter now?" Suna widened her beautiful eyes, but seeing that the Pope of Fate was still smiling, she couldn't help but question:

"Pope Mother-in-law, aren't you worried that I'll be killed before I meet Akhtar?"

"This will test your ability." The Pope of Fate maintained his usual gentle smile, "If you really have no way to contact Akhtar, then you don't have to send this letter."

Suna, who was sitting opposite her, was the modern-day Saint of Destiny, who possessed the ability to return after death, even if she was killed.

This is also the reason why she was willing to let Suna take the risk.

"Then I'll try." Pursing her lips, Suna took the letter from the table, stood up and left the carriage, and headed towards the country of Hierapolis under the escort of the knights.

……

...

The cold wind howled.

After arriving at the border of Hierapolis.

In front of the towering city walls.

Suna pursed her lips nervously and observed the soldiers on the city wall. She found that there were not only believers of death, but also many believers of dusk, as well as many believers of different demons and witches.

And right now.

The city gates were lowered.

"Suna, you shouldn't come to me at this time." Ximu appeared riding an eight-legged horse, followed by a team of death believers.

(End of this chapter)