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Chapter 170: Untriggered Death Return

"This is fresh human blood, please have it." The puppet girl bent down and placed a cup of steaming black tea on the table. She then held the tea tray and looked at the girl on the sofa. She was wearing a petal-like long skirt and her long golden hair was tied into a ponytail. Her temperament gave people an elusive sense of mystery, but a closer look revealed repressed tension.

She's obviously extremely nervous, but she's trying so hard to control herself. It really makes people want to bully her severely, seeing her expression like she's about to cry.

But she was just thinking about it in her mind. After all, the Saint of Destiny was Akhtar's friend, and a small person like her could not afford to offend her.

"Thank you." Suna lowered her head to observe the teacup, picked it up calmly, and took a sip of tea elegantly. She was trying to maintain the posture of a saint and not let her inner tension reveal itself.

It was her fault that she was in the devil's den now, and Akhtar had to leave for something urgent, leaving her alone in the living room waiting.

"Ms. Suna, you came to see Lord Akhtar at this time." The puppet girl bent down and approached Suna to ask, "This will make Lord Akhtar very difficult. Didn't you think about it at all?"

"I will lead fate to the right ending." Suna put down the teacup and smiled mysteriously. She possessed the ability to return from the dead. If Akhtar was in trouble because of her, there would still be room for redemption.

In this regard, the puppet girl looked deeply at the Saint of Destiny in front of her. She could keenly perceive the confidence in the Saint of Destiny's heart. She felt that she would not have any impact on Akhtar and that she could definitely influence the trajectory of fate.

"As expected of you, the Saint of Destiny." She put away her teasing attitude and smiled respectfully, "Then I won't disturb your chat with Akhtar."

After saying this, he turned around and left, passing by Akhtar who happened to walk in.

"You're finally back." Suna looked at Akhtar walking in, her dignified demeanor suddenly collapsed, and she couldn't help but complain:

"Being with that woman is nerve-wracking as hell."

"The doll has a good personality." Ximu smiled and explained as he sat opposite Suna, "She's actually not as dangerous as the rumors say."

"If she is not dangerous, then no one is dangerous." Suna rolled her eyes slightly. She was very familiar with the rumors about the doll girl. She was a genuine cultist. The recent destruction of Cardilon was caused by the doll girl.

The Black Rose Kingdom also provoked the Goddess of Death and made the heroes kill each other, which shows how terrifying the puppet girl is.

"If you know the danger, don't rush to see me." Ximu shook his head. "In a dangerous place like the Death Cult, even I can't guarantee your safety."

"It's because it's very dangerous, so I am the most suitable person to come to see you." Suna smiled, took out a letter, handed it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Akhtar.

"This is the letter that Grandmother Pope asked me to give you."

"..."

Ximu opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and looked at it carefully for a moment. He found that the content was nothing more than asking him to give up following the Witch of Death and provide effective intelligence to the church coalition. After the task was accomplished, he would still be a hero and the church would give him generous rewards.

However, this is all based on the premise that the gods will definitely win. To be more precise, the Pope of Fate has never thought that the gods will lose. He believes that as long as the gods send their divine soldiers from the sky, victory will be inevitable.

There was silence.

Ximu burned the letter in his hand and said to Suna, "I no longer have any choice."

He stood up on his knees.

"Suna, let me take you back."

"Come if you want, leave if you want!" A disdainful snort was heard, and the tiger-headed orc walked in with his hands in his pockets, his expression extremely arrogant. "Since the Saint of Fate came to us voluntarily, there is no reason to let her leave."

Su Na: "..."

As expected, things developed in this way. She has now begun to consider whether to commit suicide and trigger the return of death.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for Akhtar.

"What if I must take her away?" Ximu stretched out his hand, blocking Su Na's way, and looked at the Tiger King with cold eyes.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Tiger King grinned, and after carefully considering what Akhtar had said, and making sure there were no mistakes, he raised his chin proudly and grinned with a nasty smile:

"You can take her away if you want, but you have to wait until the monster witch is resurrected."

He flexed his wrist.

"If we allow this Saint of Fate to return to the church coalition, it will inevitably expose a lot of key information. We can only ask her to stay here for the time being."

Su Na: "..."

Why do you think that if she stays here, she won't leak the information of the Order of Death? As a believer of the Three Goddesses of Fate, she can pass the necessary information to the Three Goddesses of Fate through prayer at any time, so that the church coalition can know the key information.

And she didn't get any key intelligence.

If she were to stay now, there would be a risk of more information leaks. This tiger-headed orc is a little bit stupid.

"If you refuse, things will be difficult." The Tiger King laughed coldly, "Akhtar, you should understand your position."

"Wait, I can stay!" Suna protected Akhtar behind her, her pretty face cold, "There's no need to threaten me with Akhtar!"

"That depends on your performance." The Tiger King waved his hand, then turned and left the living room. His mission had been completed.

"It doesn't matter." Suna turned her head and smiled at Akhtar, "Being able to stay in the Order of the Dead will also make it easier for me to gather intelligence."

"I'm going to talk to the Witch of Death." Ximu shook his head, but saw Suna grabbing his wrist and smiling gently at him.

"Don't make it hard on yourself." Suna took out a sharp dagger and gave Akhtar a sly smile, "As long as I die, won't the problem be solved?"

After saying that, he stabbed the sharp dagger in his hand mercilessly, directly piercing his heart and ending his own... life.

and many more.

“…It hurts, it hurts!” Suna covered her chest and rolled on the ground, her blood staining the ground red. “Oh no, I forgot that life and death have overlapped!”

Ximu curled his lips, squatted down to treat Su Na, healed the broken heart, and then said:
"Do you want me to give you another blow?"

"Come on!" Suna gritted her teeth. She had no way to break the overlap of life and death by herself. She could only rely on Akhtar's power to kill her.

But she soon changed the subject.

"Forget it, it's good to be alive."

"..." Ximu frowned slightly, looked in the direction of Suna's gaze, and found that the Witch of Death appeared behind him at some point.

"My Lord Witch of Death, why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you about something." The Witch of Death asked coldly, "Who spread the news that I want to sacrifice half of the souls in this world?"

Ximu turned his head away to avoid the cold gaze of the Witch of Death. Of course, he was the one who leaked the news... No, it was the one who found the person who spread the rumor.

The Witch of Death sighed softly and said coldly: "Follow me."

"Yes." Ximu nodded slightly and left with the Witch of Death. He wanted to explain himself and why he spread rumors that the Witch of Death wanted to sacrifice half of the souls in this world.

Suna, who stayed where she was, looked at the bloody dagger and gave up the idea of ​​killing herself, deciding to wait for Akhtar to come back.

.........

The next day.

early morning.

"Lord Akhtar?" The puppet girl smiled maliciously and answered the sleepy Suna, "The war with the church coalition has already begun."

"What?" Suna stood up subconsciously, but saw the puppet girl moved her fingers, and the imperceptible silk thread tied Suna tightly.

"Please wait here patiently." The puppet girl smiled, "Don't go anywhere before Lord Akhtar comes back."

Su Na: "..."

The situation is now becoming troublesome. Should I try to provoke the puppet girl and let her kill me?

after a while.

"The Fate Saint is well-educated and doesn't even know how to curse." The puppet girl admired from the bottom of her heart, "If you want to try to irritate others, I do have a little experience. Are you interested?"

Suna remained silent, hugging her knees with her arms.

The doll girl was not angry at all about her verbal provocation. Instead, she listened to all her provocations with great interest.

……

...

at the same time.

"Boom!" A mushroom cloud rose slowly, and the spreading air waves blew away the snow. A giant ape flew out backwards. Before its body hit the ground, Jörmungandr suddenly jumped out, opened its huge snake mouth, and swallowed the giant ape alive.

The scene is like a python swallowing a rabbit.

"..." Jörmungandr glanced outside the Kingdom of Hierapolis and clearly saw the battle between the Order of Death and the Church's coalition forces.

It was a battle more intense than the fight between monsters. The scale of the battlefield exceeded the limits of vision, as if the flames of war had spread to every corner of the world.

The scale of the incident was so huge that even a monster like her was surprised. She didn't know if the Order of Death could hold on before she turned into Typhon, the king of countless monsters.

With this in mind, she began to hunt more anxiously, devouring all the monsters she saw and absorbing all the monster factors into her body.

The so-called ritual of resurrecting the monster witch is essentially to allow oneself to accommodate thousands of monster factors and powers, making oneself a cluster of "monsters". Even if all the monsters in the world die, as long as the "monster cluster" still exists, it can create all the dead monsters anytime and anywhere, and can also create new monsters that have never existed before.

This is the truth about the so-called Lord of Ten Thousand Monsters.

However, in order to achieve this condition, the first thing is to accumulate a certain amount of monster factors, and the second is to let the monster witch's personality cover your own personality.

Without any one of the conditions, success will not be possible.

So in a sense, becoming Typhon, the king of monsters, is essentially suicide, but for the monsters it is... an honor.

It is something worth rejoicing in and pursuing throughout your life.

……

...

And on the other side.

“Hahahaha… It’s worth dying to be the enemy of Akhtar!” The wild laughter echoed on the battlefield. A dwarf in armor rushed towards Akhtar waving double hammers, but before he could get close.

Akhtar turned his head indifferently, black flames overflowed from between his teeth, and he spit out black dragon breath, which directly swallowed him whole.

"Stop bothering me." He said with a cold expression, but many people still rushed over from all directions.

He didn't need to actively look for enemies, as there were always a bunch of believers in the God of War, and there was an overwhelming gap in strength between them.

But because of his heroic reputation, they challenged him without any reason.

"I can't ignore a man like you!" A charming laugh was heard, and a muscular giant rushed over, swinging a huge iron rod in his hand and smashing down.

"Bang!" Ximu caught the falling iron rod with one hand. Black flames ignited in his palm, spreading along the iron rod towards the female giant, and in an instant burned the female giant to ashes.

"Do you really want to kill me and become famous?" He smiled helplessly, but gradually became excited, looking at the strong men rushing towards him.

"Then there's nothing we can do." As soon as he finished speaking, black flames engulfed his body, dyeing even his silver armor black.

Then the flames engulfed everything, and the weak challengers were instantly burned to ashes. Only a few strong men with considerable strength stood up against the flames and continued to attack Akhtar.

……

...

"The church really doesn't follow the rules at all." Lu Wei stood on the hillside, her short blue hair fluttering in the wind.

She looked at the fighting below the mountain.

"But this time they really want to get rid of us."

"Aren't we planning to attack them first?" A green-haired half-elf nearby chuckled. "This only means that the church and you have the same idea."

Lu Wei: “…”

Last night she had planned to take action against the church coalition in advance, but who would have thought that the church had the same idea, which resulted in the two sides not even declaring war beforehand.

But it doesn't matter. Everything that can be done has been done. Not only have they joined forces with the Twilight Cult to join the battle, but they have also uncovered many hidden small cults and made them join the war as well.

And right now.

"Are you the mastermind behind the Death Cult?" A white-haired old lady came over with a cane. "I didn't expect you to be so bold as to come to the front line. Are you confident in your own abilities?"

"I am just someone who gives advice according to orders." Lu Wei responded calmly, looking at the old woman on crutches, "Is the Pope of Fate going to take me down personally?"

"Hehehe." The Pope of Fate smiled kindly on his wrinkled face. "I'm just curious about you, but if there's a chance to take the brain of the Order of Death, I don't mind."

"Then you will be disappointed." Lu Wei's body was ignited with black flames and disappeared on the spot. She was just a clone with a personified personality. Her real body did not appear on the battlefield at all and stayed with the Witch of Death.

It's not that she was afraid of joining the war, it's simply because all her energy was focused on splitting her personality and she had no energy left for high-intensity combat.

"Then let me be your opponent." The green-haired half-elf drew out the sword from his waist without hesitation, only to see the Pope of Fate turn into a breeze and disappear on the spot.

He twitched his lips and said:
"Is it popular to have clones act out now?"

(End of this chapter)