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Chapter 173 Jumping into Hell
"Stop here, goddess of death." The goddess of lies raised her hand and lifted the hair by her ear, looking at the tall and mature woman opposite. Her ink-black long hair fell down and was tied into a knot at the end. She had lavender eye shadow on and wore clothes similar to a suit that wrapped her body very tightly, with only a pair of hands exposed holding the sickle for hunting life.

However, even though she was dressed so conservatively, it still couldn't conceal the curves of her mature body. Her plump breasts seemed like they could burst through the buttons on her chest at any time, and her peach-like buttocks swayed in a sexy manner with her steps.

However, when ordinary people see the goddess of death for the first time, their attention will definitely not be focused on her mature figure and delicate face. Her cold gaze as a knife makes people feel cold. The fear of "death" hidden deep in the body will make people scream almost like begging for mercy, making people want to escape from the goddess of death immediately.

"Imaginary witch?" The goddess of death stopped and looked coldly at the girl with a cunning smile opposite her, then suddenly swung the sickle in her hand.

This knife was not aimed at the imaginary witch, nor at anyone else. It was a world-wide killing spree, with the human world as the unit.

Overlapping life and death are forcibly separated.

At this time, any deceased person no longer has to endure pain and can smoothly go to hell to be reborn and meet his deceased family and friends.

"I didn't expect that the goddess of death would know a small character like me." The goddess of lies touched her disguised cheek. She was a little worried that she would be found out by the goddess of death, but it seems that her power of lies is enough to deceive the goddess of death. Although she cannot interfere with the goddess of death directly, if the object of the lie is herself, it can have an unexpected effect.

“Since you are a small character, don’t block my way.” The goddess of death said in a cold voice. She swung her scythe suddenly, locking in “death” as the result, and then reversed the process. With an almost unavoidable blow, she chopped down the goddess of lies.

"Puchi!" Blood splattered, and the body of the goddess of lies was covered with shocking blood from shoulders to hips. The battle ended in an instant. No... the situation seemed unexpected. The knife that resulted in death did hit the witch in front of him.

But it only hit the witch in front of him.

"It was so dangerous, I almost died." The goddess of lies, who should have been killed with one knife, seemed to have been refreshed and there was no sign of injury at all.

This is the power of "lies", hiding one's own truth and thus avoiding a knife that would result in death.

The goddess of death frowned slightly, and then swung her scythe at an even faster speed. Every blow was intended to lock in death, as if peeling an onion, gradually tearing off all the disguises to find the true nature of the witch in front of her.

No matter how strong the opposing witch is, as long as she finds her "real" side, the battle can end in an instant.

And at the same time.

on the other side.

"Suna, you can leave now." Ximu opened the door and smiled at Suna who was sitting on the sofa. "I hope we will have a chance to see each other again in the future."

"What do you mean?" Su Na was slightly stunned. This tone, which sounded like a farewell of life and death, was a bit strange.

Ximu smiled and gave the answer:

"I plan to go to hell and bring back a soul."

"Go to hell and bring out a human soul?" Suna stood up suddenly, her eyes reflecting Akhtar's smiling face, "Do you... want to die?"

Hell is the realm of the dead. No living person is allowed to go there, and no soul is allowed to leave. For a living person to go to hell, he will die and silently wait for the next life. But if the soul is taken out of hell, the dead will lose... the chance of reincarnation. Once dead, they are truly dead and become part of the world from then on.

So from her perspective, what Akhtar is doing now is not only bad for herself, but also for the soul that is to be taken out.

"As a great conspirator who intends to subvert the world, my promise still needs to be kept." Ximu shook his head, seemingly not intending to explain in depth. He turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Suna's wrist.

He turned around and looked at Suna with a frown on her face.

"Evelyn needs to get her soul back, otherwise she will sooner or later turn into a piece of meat that can't think for herself."

Suna was silent for a moment, looking at Akhtar's determined eyes, knowing that it was useless for her to persuade him, as this man was really going to hell with the awareness of death.

"Then I'll go with you. I have my..."

"Suna, your ability has been discovered." Ximu suddenly informed, and then carefully considered the words, "The Witch of Death also has the ability to resist Death Return. She has discovered your ability to use Death Return."

"...How is this possible?" Suna opened her mouth slightly. After being promoted to the Holy Maiden of Fate, the Three Goddesses of Fate explained their abilities to her in detail. Only a very small number of gods have the ability to resist the influence of Death Return, such as the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death, or the level of the Three Goddesses of Fate. Ordinary gods have no way of detecting the influence of Death Return.

In response, Ximu shook his head and gave an explanation.

"Not only the Witch of Death, but also the Imaginary Witch has resisted the influence of the return of death. They all have ways to ensure that their memories are not disturbed."

He stared at Suna's uneasy expression.

"Don't leave the protection of the three goddesses of fate in the future, otherwise you will be used by those with ulterior motives to modify the past."

"..." Suna was silent for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Let's talk about it after you and I leave hell."

She smiled sweetly.

"I also have people I want to bring out of hell."

"Who?" Ximu asked curiously, but Suna just smiled and shook her head, holding Akhtar's wrist tightly.

"Without further ado, let's set off."

"Yeah." Ximu didn't ask any more questions and left with Suna who was holding his wrist.

Soon after, in another room.

The Witch of Death turned around and looked at Akhtar and Suna who had rushed over. Then she looked at Suna deeply. If her real body had not reached the realm of omnipotence, she would have been affected by the ability of this human girl.

The so-called omnipotent realm is not a specific standard of strength. Although those who can reach the omnipotent realm are undoubtedly true ceiling-level strongmen, the true meaning of omnipotence is to be able to come up with a solution no matter what the situation is.

By interfering with one-sided abilities to the fullest, one can resist memory tampering, forced obedience, sensory influence, time interference, etc. Only by developing oneself to the point of being almost omnipotent can one become a strong omnipotent person.

"Lady Witch of Death, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Ximu stopped, and the Witch of Death didn't say much. She stretched out her white finger and pointed at the ground, and a black hole like an abyss appeared.

“If you encounter irresistible danger, remember to call me in time to pull you out of hell.” After she finished speaking, the figure of the Witch of Death disappeared on the spot.

Now she has rushed to the gap between life and death to unseal her body.

"Let's go." Ximu smiled at Suna beside him, and then suddenly jumped into the black cave in her panic.

"Wait, I don't want to go to hell this way!" A scream came from the black hole.

……

...

Hell. The world where one goes after death, usually considered the abode of the soul and the waiting station for the afterlife.

The imagination of hell has never ceased from ancient times to the present.

And this moment.

"Bang!" The ground suddenly cracked and spread like a spider web, scaring the people in the square so much that they stood still.

A breeze blew by, stirring up the dust on the ground.

"Living people?" A half-clear soul looked up at the small black hole in the sky, then looked at the silver-armored knight holding the girl, and fell into a state of almost confusion.

Why do living people fall into hell?

"It just looks like a living person." Ximu answered casually, putting down Su Na in his arms. He looked around and locked his eyes on a chocolate-colored woman. He said in surprise:

"Norma, why are you here?"

"Mr. Akhtar, why are you here?" Norma, who had chocolate skin and was dressed coolly, covered her mouth in surprise, looking at Akhtar, whose body was visible opposite her.

She almost made a deal worth over 100 million yuan with Akhtar, and became a rich woman thanks to Akhtar's help. Unfortunately, an accident happened later, which caused her to go to hell before she had spent all her money.

Thinking about it now, I am filled with regret. If I had known earlier, I would have listened to Akhtar and left Lionheart City.

"It's difficult to explain, so just treat me as dead." Ximu said casually, causing Norma to show a conflicted expression.

But she reacted quickly, hurried to Akhtar, dragged him out of the city, and explained in an anxious voice.

"Hell does not allow living people to enter. Any life that goes to hell alive will be corrected by the apostles of hell."

She told me so.

"It means artificially turning you from a living person into a dead person."

"Really?" Ximu followed Norma's footsteps, holding Suna's wrist beside him, and asked calmly:
"Why is the environment here so similar to Lionheart City?"

"This is the result of shared memory!" Norma explained, and then said, "Now is not the time to ask these things!"

"If it's just an apostle of hell at that level, there's no need to worry too much." Ximu suddenly said, turning his head to look at several figures wearing black cloaks and holding sickles, black flames overflowing from between his teeth.

Then he exhaled.

It was not dragon's breath, but more like exhaled air. However, the power of death mixed in it was enough to end the battle.

A strong wind carrying black flames blew past, and several hellish men who were chasing after them were scattered like sand in the wind.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

Norma was silent for a moment, looking at Akhtar in front of her and the light red-haired girl beside her, and said with a twitch of her lips: "A lot of things must have happened in the human world, right?"

"Is there no legend about Akhtar in hell?" Suna asked in surprise. Akhtar has now become a world-famous hero. In theory, he should be very famous.

Why do people here seem to understand nothing?

"Because we all died in the same way." Norma explained, "The laws of hell are different from those of the human world. The memories in people's souls will lead to different landscapes. This is the case with the environment similar to Lionheart City today."

She glanced at the Hell Apostle who appeared in the distance and fled in panic, and hurried to explain to the two of them.

"Depending on where they were and what they wanted before they died, different souls will gather in one area. Although I don't know what great things Akhtar did in the human world, it is basically impossible for there to be subsequent deaths in this area of ​​Lionheart City, so information about the human world is difficult to circulate."

"Aren't there any outsiders coming here?" Suna retorted, and then received a subtle look from Norma.

But she still explained patiently.

"Remember I said that Lionheart City is made up of memories in the soul? If outsiders were allowed to enter at will, or if a large number of people were dispersed at once, it would likely cause a huge change in the environment of Lionheart City. Therefore, in Hell, people are not allowed to go to other places at will, and there is rarely any information exchange between each other."

"It's amazing that collective memory can actually interfere with the environment." Suna showed a surprised expression. If you want to create a city in the human world, you must carry out physical transformation, which will take a lot of time and tools.

But in hell, a city can be created just by relying on collective memory. She had never thought of such a thing before.

"To be more precise, it is the reproduction of the world through collective memory." Norma explained, "Although there are subtle differences, the hell composed of countless souls is very similar to the human world."

When she came to hell after her death, she found that hell was a very magical and boring place. The rules were made by the goddess of death and her gods, and managed by the apostles of hell. At first, she thought it was pretty good. She didn't need to eat or worry about getting hurt. She just needed to stay in a familiar environment and wait for reincarnation.

However, if you stay there longer, you will find that hell is nothing more than a prison of memory, which is fundamentally different from the human world.

And be able to live forever.

"Since the maps are similar." Ximu looked in the direction of the dragon's place, "Then we just need to run the map next."

"Wait, I have a request!" Norma looked at Akhtar who was about to leave and quickly grabbed his wrist, "Can you take me out of hell with you?"

"The human world is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will have no chance of reincarnation." Ximu shook his head, but saw that Norma looked very determined. She held Akhtar's wrist tightly with a pleading expression.

"I haven't spent all my money in this life, and I have to wait for reincarnation in hell. I can't bear it no matter what!"

Ximu pulled the corner of his mouth, covered his forehead and said: "You might as well say that you want to see your parents, so that I can still lie to myself."

"Can I?" Norma pleaded hopefully, and after seeing Akhtar was silent for a moment, she nodded slightly.

She smiled with joy, and her body turned into a wisp of smoke, which wrapped around Akhtar's wrist and lodged in Akhtar's bracelet.

Ximu shook his hand to confirm that Norma was in his bracelet, then summoned the mare and took Suna towards the Dragon Empire.

The more powerful the soul, the clearer the scenery embodied in the memory, the more powerful the power it can exert, and the stronger the apostles of hell that are dispatched and managed must be.

Otherwise, a group of unscrupulous strongmen moving arbitrarily to irrelevant areas can easily cause the scenery of some weak areas to be distorted.

(End of this chapter)