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Chapter 180 The Bottom of Hell
Golden Temple.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and everyone present was briefly stunned. They all felt that Akhtar was serious about his joking words about sitting on the throne of God. Akhtar really wanted to sit on this vacant throne of God.

"It's better not to sit on it." Suna's voice was dry. She quickly reached out and grabbed Akhtar's wrist, fearing that Akhtar would sit on it out of frustration.

She didn't know what the consequences would be of sitting in the position of the omniscient god. Maybe nothing would happen, or she might die in an instant.

There are too many uncertainties, so it’s better not to try.

"If you want to sit on it, don't drag me down with you." The Red Dragon King who possessed Akhtar took the initiative to end the possession.

He stepped back a few steps and said:

"Perhaps nothing will happen, or it may implicate everyone, not only you, but also your friends and the entire tribe may suffer disaster."

Ximu was silent, as if he was thinking.

The white-haired wife who possessed Suna also took the initiative to get rid of the possession and explained the pros and cons to Akhtar:

"Just like the gods will punish all believers who believe in the Witch of Creation, if you sit on the throne, the gods in the sky may punish all humans and eliminate all humans."

She clenched her slender hands and placed them on her chest.

“Akhtar, this is no longer the level of killing ten clans. The danger of sitting on the throne may be more dangerous than you expected.”

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, then looked at Yiden. The moment their eyes met, they reached a tacit understanding, as if they had completed a communication on a spiritual level.

"Akhtar, have you really decided to seize control of this world?" Eden lowered his eyes to hide his feelings and asked in his usual calm voice, "Are you sure about the world in your mind?"

She knew Akhtar's situation and abilities better than anyone else, not even the Witch of Death, so she had a preliminary understanding of Akhtar's wishes and ambitions.

So she herself does not care about Akhtar's desire to sit on the throne.

As the most brilliant man of this era, it is normal to have such ideas. What is important is whether you have the ability and plan to execute these ideas.

In this regard.

"Why can't it be me?" Ximu replied with a smile, "After knowing the conditions for becoming a demon, I knew that the end of my wish must be to seize dominance over this world."

"The end of the wish is to seize control of the world?" Suna found it difficult to understand and subconsciously looked at Eden.

The Eden in her heart knew everything.

"You can think of it as what you hope the world will be like." The white-haired wife was the first to explain. She met Suna's puzzled eyes, "Everyone's ability comes from their inner desire, the desire to see further, or the desire for more people to fall in love with them."

She pursed her lips and smiled.

"And in order to fulfill this desire, the corresponding ability will be born. To put it in simple terms, it's like people wanting to open up wasteland better and created a sickle. The sickle is a tool created for better opening up wasteland."

"So you can understand that ability is used to change the world into what you want it to be. If you want to change the world into what you want it to be, you need to seize control of the world."

"That's why the devil's ultimate wish is to seize control of this world, because they all want to transform the world into their own shape."

"I want everyone to be equal, I want the whole world to be full of beauties, I want to be able to kill without restraint, I want to be able to feel safe forever, and so on. In the end, all these wishes will change the world itself."

After listening to this, Suna was silent for a moment and then asked: "Do we have to change this world?"

"If we don't do that, their wishes will not be fulfilled." The white-haired wife shook her head, "Not everyone wants equality for all, not everyone wants the whole world to be full of beauties, and not everyone wants to live in a world of free killing."

She made the assertion.

"The only way to achieve their wish is to seize the dominance of this world."

"..." Suna fully understood the nature of the ability, and also understood why Akhtar longed for the birth of the throne of God.

However, this also gave rise to a trace of despair in her heart.

"Isn't this the strong dominating the weak?" After hearing this, the Red Dragon King crossed his arms and said, "The weak don't have the right to choose, right?"

He didn't care.

"As long as the guy who wants to dominate the world doesn't go too far."

Su Na: "..."

Even though it's the truth, it sounds a bit heartbreaking.

"He doesn't care if someone takes his seat." Eden explained softly, "But the gods will not allow such a thing to happen. If someone lets you sit on the throne and the information is leaked, many innocent people will be implicated."

She looked at Suna beside her and whispered.

"You are protected by the Witch of Death, but your friends may be implicated."

Under the current circumstances, as long as the Witch of Death is willing to protect Akhtar, the gods will not be able to punish Akhtar, but people around Akhtar may become scapegoats.

If you want to make Akhtar uncomfortable, you don't have to punish Akhtar himself. You can also frame a crime for Suna, saying that she did not stop Akhtar from sitting on the throne in time, which can also convict Suna.

Akhtar would not feel good if he knew about it afterwards.

"Forget it then." Ximu gave up the idea of ​​sitting on the throne and went to the back of the throne. Behind the throne was a door with an inverted tree carved on it.

He touched the door of the carved tree.

"Eden, please protect Suna."

"Yeah." Eden nodded slightly and looked at Suna who ran to her side. She knew the choices of the gods of hell when faced with a crisis. They would definitely trigger the return of death artificially, so that the Witch of Creation would return to the seal.

"Then let's go." Ximu exhaled, raised his hand to push open the door, and walked in without hesitation. Seeing this, the Red Dragon King turned into red smoke and reattached to Akhtar to help Akhtar cover up the breath of the living.

After seeing Suna and the white-haired wife overlap, Eden also took them into the bottom of hell.

Passing through the door, the scenery suddenly changes.

The gray earth stretched as far as the eye could see. Creatures that looked like silkworm pupae emerged from the ground, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, and let out sharp hisses towards the sky.

The Hell Apostles in black cloaks nearby were madly killing the creatures that emerged from the ground with sickles. However, they were too late to kill them so efficiently. The silkworm pupae that emerged quickly metamorphosed after devouring the corpses of their companions and turned into mantis-like creatures. Their attack power also increased significantly at this moment.

Although the Apostles of Hell still hold an overwhelming advantage, the evolved forms that occasionally survive by chance will evolve into another creature after a brief period of fighting and devouring.

It was a humanoid creature with sharp horns like blades growing on its body surface, and the five fingers of its hands were frighteningly sharp. With a sudden force from its strong feet, the ground would collapse in an instant, as if it was shot out like a cannonball.

"Why can't we kill them all!" The pretty girl gritted her teeth and swung her sickle hard, killing the humanoid creature that was rushing towards her. Then she suddenly jumped back. The green blood splashing from the humanoid creature's body fell to the ground, directly dissolving it into small holes.

These creatures that emerged from the ground not only had extremely fast growth rates, but their blood was also highly corrosive and toxic, which could have an impact on humans with just the slightest contact. Many apostles of Hell would immediately feel uncomfortable if they accidentally came into contact with green blood.

"Maybe it's because she's about to come." The sudden male voice scared the girl so much that she quickly swung her sickle to chop.

"Clang!" The scythe was caught by a hand, and the girl saw the source of the sound at this time. It was a red dragon with braided hair. He looked at her calmly, with his eyes erect and indifferent. "Where is the prison for foreign objects?" Ximu asked, which made the girl, an apostle of hell, stunned for a moment, but she immediately reacted.

She quickly clenched the sickle and tried to pull it back, but found that there was no way to pull it back because the hand holding the sickle was clenched very tightly.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions." Ximu pulled the sickle, causing the girl holding the sickle to crash into him. He then grabbed the girl's fair neck with one hand and said, "Just tell me where the foreign object prison is."

There was silence.

The girl turned her head to look at the gold and silver twin towers standing in the distance. Before she could explain, she found that the surrounding scenery was madly receding. The howling wind blew away the cloak on her head, revealing her long aqua blue hair.

"Wait a minute, ahhhh——!" The girl's screams echoed in the gray earth. Her round thighs involuntarily clamped around the man's waist, and her whole body stuck tightly to the man.

When she came to her senses and looked around, she discovered that there were corpses everywhere the man had passed. The monsters that had crawled out of the ground had turned into corpses and fell to the ground, with black flames burning on their wounds.

What on earth is wrong with this man?

"Can you hold back the noise for a bit?" Ximu said calmly, and the sword of death in his hand killed the attacking creatures one after another.

"They are not...deaf."

"Woo~" The girl moaned like a little animal, and her legs, which were clamped around the man's waist, couldn't help but exert force, like a well-behaved little rabbit. Her hands were still tightly grasping the man's broad shoulders. As the man's legs moved quickly, her little butt was lifted up again and again, causing her whole body to rise and fall.

……

……

It has reached this point today.

Unless he encountered demons or gods, Ximu didn't need to worry too much. He ran at full speed all the way and encountered many creations of the Witch of Creation on the way. Many of them had evolved to the level of being able to use magic and confront the apostles of hell head-on.

This is the horror of the Witch of Creation, the only existence capable of creating a new life system on behalf of the Goddess of Life.

And right now.

Ximu's feet stopped and turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot. Then a huge explosion occurred. A raging black flame broke out where he was before, like a gushing spring, rushing towards the sky and turning into a blooming black flame flower.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

In the firelight, a sturdy man at least two meters tall walked out. His face was covered with spells, he was wearing a black cloak, and had sharp gloves on his hands.

This is a bishop-level apostle of hell.

Compared with ordinary Hell Apostles, Bishop-level Hell Apostles are the most advanced combat force in Hell besides the gods.

“Akhtar, stop using the dead man’s cloak to cover yourself.” The sturdy man waved his hand and looked around. “The God of Hell wants to see you.”

"We?" Ximu laughed, "Did you see anyone else?"

"Where is the Saint of Destiny who accompanies you?" the burly man asked, with a hint of urgency on his cold face.

The God of Hell had already predicted that Akhtar would invade Hell, and also made it clear that Akhtar would be accompanied by the Saint of Destiny.

However, now he only saw Akhtar, and there was no sign of the Maiden of Destiny at all.

"She stayed in the human world." Ximu answered immediately, and killed an attacking silkworm pupa. He had been acting alone since he descended to the bottom of hell.

As for Suna, she followed Eden. He didn't know where Suna and Eden were now. He just knew that they were hiding nearby and watching him quietly.

"Hell needs the Saint of Fate." The sturdy man clenched his fists, then relaxed them. He noticed the fearlessness in Akhtar's eyes and knew that verbal threats alone were useless. This man would not be afraid of the majesty of the God of Hell.

"Come with me." He turned and took Akhtar to the Twin Towers, intending to let the God of Hell judge.

If he has the ability to threaten Akhtar's safety, then perhaps the Saint of Destiny in the dark will appear to save her lover.

However, after the tentative attack just now, he found that he might not be able to force Akhtar into a desperate situation.

Instead, he might be killed by Akhtar.

at the same time.

in the sky.

He really wanted to kill me.

Suna twitched her lips. She seriously suspected that if she showed up, she might be punched to death by the God of Hell who suddenly appeared.
However, judging from the fact that they are so eager to kill me, the situation in the bottom of hell is really very bad, otherwise there would not be a need to trigger death return artificially.

"Is the Creation Witch really that difficult?"

"Unless the goddess of death returns," Eden replied, "no one in Hell can suppress the witch of creation."

"Eden, can you suppress the Witch of Creation?" Suna asked softly. She didn't know how strong Eden was, but since Eden was able to resist the interference of the return of death, it meant that Eden was very powerful.

Maybe I can stand at the same level as the Witch of Creation.

"Suna, I'm not a god." Eden shook her head slightly and refused to help. Although many people would subconsciously think that she was on the side of God, that was just people's assumption.

From her perspective, neither the gods nor the witches are more noble or important, so naturally she will not be biased towards either.

Unless the Creation Witch is really an extremely dangerous existence, for example, she wants to burn the world, or wants to erase or play with all life.

However, the Witch of Creation is not such a dangerous existence. The only bad thing about her is that she likes to capture gods and keep them as pets.

But since the gods can herd all living things, why can't the gods be herded?

……

……

"We're here." The sturdy man stopped and pointed at the open door, then turned around and rushed into the battlefield, trying to kill as many silkworm pupae as possible that had emerged from the ground and delay the witch's arrival as much as possible.

"Come down, don't stick to me anymore." Ximu lowered his head, looked at the blue-haired girl who had her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands hooked around his neck, and said:
"If you want to stick to me and see the gods, that's fine."

"Hmm..." The girl rubbed her forehead, and with a dazed look on her face, she loosened her legs that were clamped around Akhtar, and stood on the ground seemingly a little shaky.

It took a few seconds to recover.

"What's going on with that man?" She glanced at the man who walked into the Twin Towers. After all, she was a strong person with awakened abilities, but she became dizzy because of a man and almost couldn't stand.

Go through the gates of the Twin Towers.

"Akhtar, let's make a deal." The God of Hell held up a birdcage covered with thorns and showed the soul inside the cage. "I can give you Evelyn's soul, but you have to bring the Saint of Fate to see me."

(End of this chapter)