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Chapter 177 Creation Witch
"Won?" Suna's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. She thought that Akhtar would at least fight with the Magic Queen for a while, but the result was beyond her expectation. The Magic Queen was killed by Akhtar with a single sword, and the falling moon was split in half along with the Magic Queen. The battle ended in an instant.

She is the famous Queen of Magic. Even Akhtar's teacher Hecate would find her extremely difficult to deal with.

"Isn't this surprising?" The Dream God beside him chuckled and explained to the Saint of Fate, "Think carefully about the power that Akhtar has now. Even just one of them can make him a truly powerful man."

At this point, he added another sentence.

"Besides, he is now wearing the cloak of the dead and has the soul of the Red Dragon King to repair him. It makes sense that he can end the battle in an instant."

"Can the Cloak of the Dead provide a very strong strength boost?" Suna was surprised. She didn't feel any strength boost at all. On the contrary, after putting on Norma's Cloak of the Dead, she felt that her own strength was restricted.

"It is the stronger party that makes up for the weaker party." Dream God chuckled, "Do you think the cloak of the dead that Akhtar is wearing is of the same level as yours?"

Su Na: "..."

She pursed her lips and looked towards the battlefield, only to see Akhtar, who was riding on horseback, swung the Greatsword of Death. The Magic Queen's body fell to the ground, turned into light mist and disappeared on the spot. Even the moon that fell on the duel arena seemed to disintegrate like clouds and mist.

Ximu sat on the horse, turned his head to look at the ten people in the audience with a provocative smile.

"Hmph, let me do it!" A girl with blue hair and lightning flashing all over her body suddenly kicked the ground and turned into lightning and rushed towards Akhtar.

Her palms were open, and the thunder gathered in her palms, drawing a gorgeous track on people's retinas, accompanied by the roar of thunder collision.

He constantly honed his skills in thunder and lightning, and never failed in his lifetime.

An absolutely strong one.

"Puff!" The Greatsword of Death cut through the air and severed the blue-haired girl's waist. The charming body was split into two and slid for a long distance on the gravel-covered ground until it hit the guardrail of the duel arena.

No one mourned, and the next person to arrive at the battlefield was the Bloody Pope, holding a scepter and his body falling from the air.

"Akhtar, even if my strength is weakened in Hell!"

"..." Ximu did not answer, but the mare under him responded by suddenly disappearing from the spot and appearing behind the Blood Pope as if teleporting.

The Blood Pope was prepared for this and suddenly turned the scepter in his hand to prepare for the sword of death that Akhtar would chop down on him.

however.

"Bang!" The horse's hoof hit the Bloody Pope's abdomen heavily, bend him in half. His open mouth and bulging eyes showed the strength of the kick given by the mare.

The Blood Pope is undoubtedly a strong man. If he were in his prime, or in the state of a god's companion, even today's Akhtar would have no chance of winning.

But now the Blood Pope is just a dead man, and the Blood God they believe in has also fallen, so there is no way to use blood to pray.

There was no way to maximize the nearly unsolvable ability "Damage Impact", and now he could only exert his peak human strength.

No longer the companion of the Blood God of the past.

Ximu also took advantage of the situation and chopped out a knife, chopping off the Blood Pope's head before the Blood Pope could adjust his physical condition.

"I come!"

The strongest swordsman a thousand years ago did not feel sad for the Blood Pope for a moment and immediately rushed to the battlefield.

"Akhtar, let's have a sword fight!" The swordsman threw away his bamboo hat and drew the sword from his waist, with anticipation on his weathered face.

"I'm not good at swordsmanship." Ximu shook his head, his lips moved slightly, and he recited a summoning spell. His shadow began to move, and a young lady in a black robe emerged.

He handed the Greatsword of Death in his hand to the lady in black robe, and then explained to the strongest swordsman a thousand years ago.

"She is the valet of the Witch of Death, and she is said to have a black sword that can kill gods. If we just want a sword fight, she is more suitable than me."

"The black knife that kills gods?" The swordsman touched the hilt of his sword and looked at Miss Black Knife who was walking towards him. He remembered the historical records. The assassin who dared to wield a knife against gods was indeed an opponent worthy of his fight.

Ximu retracted his gaze and said to the audience:

"Who is next?"

"Lord Akhtar, are you too anxious?" The Ghost Queen advised worriedly, "The enemies you face are all the strongest of the strong. Please do not be swayed by continuous victories."

"Let's deal with the swordsman first." Thor nodded in agreement, "Since it's a duel, we must respect our opponent."

"As long as I win the duel," the clown girl snorted, transformed into pieces of cards, and appeared on the battlefield.

"Akhtar, you..." Before she could finish her words, she saw flames gushing out from between Akhtar's teeth, and without hesitation, he blew a shot of dragon breath at her face.

However, she was prepared. Her body turned into a card and disappeared from the spot, then appeared in the sky in an instant, holding a card with a painting of a crow between her fingers.

Card Summoning.

This is the ability of the clown girl, who can use her own ability to transform defeated creatures into cards, thereby completing the paper of card creatures.

Furthermore, as long as the creature is transformed into a card, it can be resurrected after a period of time even if it is killed.

however.

"Ugh!" The clown girl's eyes widened, the card between her fingers fell, and her lower abdomen was pierced by a horse hoof. This was a way of death that she had not expected. How could a horse's speed be so outrageous?

Bodies fall.

The clown girl supported herself on the sand with one hand, trying to take out the healing card to heal her injuries, but she suddenly felt her head sink and hit the sand directly.

Consciousness came to an abrupt halt.

"Partner, I didn't expect you to be so powerful?" Ximu touched the mare's neck and glanced at the clown girl who turned into fragments of light and disappeared.

The little mare snorted proudly. After all, she was also a top-level monster and had the potential to become the carrier of the Monster Witch's resurrection. In addition, she had obtained the magic of transforming into a Monster Witch from the Witch of Death some time ago.

It's impossible not to be powerful.

"But I'll just leave the fighting to myself." Ximu's voice revealed helplessness, "If I leave the fighting to my partner, then wouldn't I be just a pendant on my partner?"

"Is this okay?" the mare turned to Akhtar and asked, she was worried that something might happen to him.

In response, Ximu smiled gently:
"Partner, let me play the role of a knight."

"Yeah." The little mare was silent for a moment, looked at Akhtar's gentle smile, and agreed in a daze. Since Akhtar had made the decision, she could only choose to respect it.

"Let me do it this time." A dwarf jumped down from the audience, with scales on his face and bare hands, and walked towards Akhtar.

"Our situation should be the closest." He stopped, opened his arms, and introduced himself to Akhtar.

"I am a hybrid of a dwarf and a Hydra monster. I was born with nine lives. Unless you kill me nine times at once, I will never die." "I also have the power of the "dimension" demon, plus the ability of self-awakening to reproduce the artifact."

He grinned.

"I am a mixture of monsters just like you!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, heads popped out from his neck, dark purple snake scales appeared on his body, and he turned into a nine-headed snake.

Deadly poisonous gases hung in the air.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are!" The nine snake heads opened their mouths and spit out weapons one by one. They were the reappearance of the divine weapons he had seen in the past.

Although the quality could not possibly reach that of the artifact itself, the quantity was obviously greater, so it would not be a problem as long as it was used well.

Ximu did not answer, but his body responded. Red scales appeared on his body surface and he turned into a humanoid dragon. The flames that burned the world overflowed from the gaps between the scales, burning the air and distorting it.

"Wow, Akhtar was forced to change his state." The God of Hell showed a surprised expression. He certainly understood that Akhtar was not simple, and he also knew that Akhtar had not used his full strength.

And now that Akhtar is facing Hydra, he is actually using all his means to increase his strength, which clearly shows that Akhtar attaches great importance to Hydra.

I believe that what will follow is a wonderful battle.

however.

Light flooded the duel arena.

The Hydra turned into light mist and disappeared with one blow, and the battle was over in an instant.

"Use the Sword of Light now?" The God of Dreams was surprised, but he quickly realized that the person using the Sword of Light was not Akhtar. No... to be more precise, someone paid the price of using the Sword of Light on behalf of Akhtar.

The dead man's outer garment that possessed Akhtar fell off, and he fell powerlessly on the gravel of the duel field, staring at Akhtar on horseback.

"Sorry, he's a bit tricky."

"Without my correction, your next battle will be very difficult." The Dragon King shook his head, struggled to stand up on his knees, and staggered out of the duel arena.

He also didn't expect Akhtar to be so decisive and use all his magic power to pay for the use of the Sword of Light.

Now Akhtar has to fight on his own.

"Then who's next." Ximu's tone became more and more urgent, like a bloodthirsty battle maniac. He could feel the Witch of Creation in the deepest part of hell. As his fighting became more and more active, the gaze cast on him became clearer and clearer.

After a life descends into hell, the Creation Witch who should have been silent will begin to revive. If that life is still connected to the Creation Witch and the distance between them is very close, the resurrection time will be even faster.

Because hell is shrouded by the rules of the goddess of death and no life is allowed to enter hell, the Witch of Creation who is sealed at the bottom of hell has never had the chance to wake up from her dormant state.

But now the situation has changed. A living being has come to the bottom of hell and is connected to the Witch of Creation.

The dormant Witch of Creation will inevitably be revived as a result.

"Let me do it." Hercules jumped down from the duel arena, then made a fist-swinging gesture, and the density of magic in the air changed.

"Boom!" The duel arena shook, and flames shot up into the sky, stirring up the clouds in the sky and causing changes.

The battle started instantly.

This time the battle finally did not end in an instant. Hercules, relying on his ability of "density", confronted Akhtar head-on.

He was indeed killed by Akhtar before, but that was based on the fact that Akhtar used two sword of light attacks at once.

Now that Akhtar has to fight a series of battles, he can no longer use the Sword of Light as freely as before.

That's right.

That's how it should be.

Light passes through.

Hercules swung his fist with a helpless smile, his body submerged in the light. He did not expect Akhtar to be so decisive.

"..."Ximu turned his head to glance at his clone who turned into light mist and disappeared. He could use the sword of light once more to quickly get rid of the enemy.

"Who's next?"

"Relying on the power of the Sword of Light to win or lose, isn't that too boring?" A blonde elf lightly lifted her long hair, her emerald eyes reflecting Akhtar's features, "A duel is a place to compete in wisdom, skills, and abilities."

"I just want to take out her soul." Ximu responded indifferently, leaving the blonde female elf speechless. She came to enjoy the fun of fighting, while the other party came to rescue the soul of her little lover. Their thinking circuits were different from the beginning.

"Then let me fight you." She took out a beautiful bow made of branches and walked towards Akhtar. "Anyway, I am just a memory of the past, so it doesn't matter if I die."

"Memory?" Suna in the audience asked puzzledly, and then got the answer from the God of Hell.

"There are so many layers of hell, and so many reincarnated souls. How is it possible that hell retains souls every time? It just retains the memories before reincarnation, allowing them to act according to the logic of their previous life."

"What about the people who fought with Akhtar?" Suna thought of a possibility. If the souls who fought with Akhtar were all memories, then does it mean that Akhtar did not kill Siegfried personally, but only shattered Siegfried's memory?

“Unless you have been reincarnated, it is me who will fight against Akhtar.” The God of Hell ruthlessly crushed Suna’s luck. He was not interested in fighting for Akhtar’s special memory.

"You are so nasty." Suna said something disrespectful.

However, the God of Hell didn't care. While observing the battle in the duel arena, he spoke about the nature of God:

"As the God of Hell, I can't be kind by nature. This is an underlying impulse from the 'power' I possess. Just like a man would have an impulse when he sees a beautiful woman of the opposite sex, God would also have a similar impulse."

"In fact, witches also have similar impulses." A strange female voice suddenly came into their conversation, making the God of Hell stunned.

He looked around and found that there was no outsider at all, but that voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Who on earth has the ability to conceal his perception?

And right now.

"You are such a wonderful woman. I will probably never forget you in my life." Ximu raised his hand to wipe the blood off his cheek, looked at the fallen blonde female elf, and showed a satisfied smile.

And just then.

"Akhtar, be careful!" Suna suddenly shouted anxiously. From the scenery reflected in her eyes, she saw a pair of jade arms slowly reaching out from the void and touching Akhtar's cheek.

"Why did she suddenly appear?" The God of Hell stood up suddenly, and immediately made a prompt decision, punching Suna beside him.

"Bang!" Suna's body turned into blood mist. The spreading impact destroyed half of the duel field. Akhtar, who witnessed this scene, also released the Sword of Light in anger, and the almost unavoidable light hit the God of Hell.

(End of this chapter)