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Chapter 189 The one favored by fate... is me
The gurgling magma mixed with a little black flame slowly flowed down the mountain, engulfing all life on the deserted island.

At this moment, an elven female knight with short golden hair rushed towards the mountain like a bullet, and the gorgeous knight swords she wielded were wrapped with thunder that was enough to split the mountain.

Her emerald eyes reflected the silver-armored knight on the top of the mountain, the man who had killed the master she served.

"Akhtar!" With an angry roar, the knight's sword surrounded by thunder slashed down. The thunder that was powerful enough to cut down a mountain shot out and submerged the silver-armored knight on the top of the mountain.

however.

The elven female knight saw it.

On the mountain top submerged in lightning, the Silver-Armored Knight gave her a cold look, and faintly one could see flames burning deep in the Silver-Armored Knight's eyes.

This man is so arrogant.

The elven female knight subconsciously clenched her knight sword, only to find that her arm was already wrapped in black flames... no, her entire body was wrapped in black flames.

His consciousness came to an abrupt end, and before the charging elven female knight could get close, her body suddenly ignited with a black flame of eternal death, turning into ashes that drifted away with the wind.

Ximu withdrew his gaze, looked at the NPCs falling from the sky, raised his arm again, and the black flame hovering in his palm expanded rapidly and turned into a black sun again.

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at the same time.

In Doris.

Gathering in the witch's castle.

“Isn’t it a challenge for everyone at once?” The Corpse Witch held her chin with one hand, looking at the image projected on the table. It was Akhtar easily slaughtering heroes from all over the world, although it looked very shocking.

But if you look closely, you will find that those so-called heroes are a group of very weak guys, probably not worthy of her attention.

"There's never a rule that we have to challenge everyone at once, right?" The Moon Witch yawned lazily, her eyes cast towards Lu Wei who was sitting upright beside her, and asked calmly, "Human, is this also your plan?"

"Yes." Lu Wei lowered her head respectfully and adjusted her breathing rhythm. Now she had to face the Witch of Death, the Witch of the Moon, and the Witch of Corpses at the same time. Naturally, she had some psychological pressure, but fortunately, she could stay calm by switching her personality.

"In order to ensure that Akhtar can complete the ceremony smoothly, I chose to divide all the challengers. I learned about the challengers through registration and roughly graded their strengths. Then I dispersed the strong ones to different rounds to prevent Akhtar from facing too many strong ones at once."

She asserted so.

"I am sure every challenge is within Akhtar's reach."

"Luwei, you did a good job." The Witch of Death praised, and Luwei couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth that were about to curl up. She had to pick up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the tea as if to hide it, even though she couldn't hide her obvious joy at all.

For most members of the Cult of Death, the Witch of Death is the god they believe in, and it is a great pleasure to be praised by the god himself.

That sense of accomplishment is enough to make people forget all the hard work.

"There are so many challengers, and it seems that apart from Adam, there is no one worth paying attention to." The Corpse Witch looked at the projected screen and saw Akhtar repeatedly washing the ground with the sun condensed by the Sun of Ten Thousand Deaths. The strong men who barely survived were also killed by Akhtar.

There is absolutely no drama in such a fight.

“There is no way they can harm Akhtar now.”

"If the Death Witch is willing to go a step further and grant the power of death, perhaps Akhtar will be able to defeat the gods." The Moon Witch concluded, "Unless the god's partner takes action, there is no chance of winning."

Although this conclusion is outrageous, considering that Akhtar has transformed into a dragon, possesses the highest level of grace of the Witch of Death, is wearing a full-level divine outfit, and has a combat talent that is almost predictive.

Anyone who actually faces Akhtar will feel powerlessness and despair from the bottom of their heart.

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"Ahhhh!!!" Ximu pinched a man in a suit with one hand, and the flames overflowing from his palm engulfed him and turned him into ashes in an instant.

He turned his head to look at the assassin holding two knives in the distance with a terrified face, and smiled:

"You..." Before he could finish his words, the assassin decisively wiped his neck and committed suicide in front of him without a moment's hesitation.

People in this world are not allowed to commit suicide, but for believers of the God of Assassination, suicide is especially allowed. In order to prevent information leakage after a failed assassination, the God of Assassination allows believers to end their own lives.

Ximu's smile faded as he looked at the next group of challengers arriving, but when he realized there were only a few of them, he showed a surprised expression.

His eyes were fixed on Adam among the few people.

"I'm sorry, I cheated and came early." Adam drew the sword from his waist and smiled at Akhtar on the mountain. "If I let you keep fighting, I'm afraid no one will survive except me."

Ximu asked with a smile: "Do you think you can survive?"

"Give it a try." Adam laughed and smiled gently at the people around him, "You don't have to participate in the next battle, just keep yourself safe."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" A pink-haired girl subconsciously grabbed Adam's wrist, "Akhtar can't possibly win alone!"

"That's right." The man in heavy armor nodded and agreed very much. "We must..."

"No need." Adam waved his hand, "You just need to find a way to survive."

"Hey, don't be ungrateful!" A dwarf woman frowned, but saw that Adam had turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain.

What's going on with this blond guy?

then.

Several people witnessed an unprecedented miracle. With the deserted island as the core, phantoms of gods appeared around it. They seemed to be in the audience seats, bestowing blessings from gods on Adam in the duel arena.

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of the sun. As long as you stay under the sun, your strength will be tripled."

"Adam, from now on you will be the moon's favorite. As long as you stay under the moonlight, your strength will be tripled."

"Adam, from now on you will be the favorite of weapons. All the weapons in the world will not be able to harm your body."

"Adam, from now on you will be the favorite of poisons, and all the poisons in the world will not be able to harm your body."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of fate, able to look back at the past, present and future, and nothing will deceive your eyes anymore."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of the earth. As long as you stand on the earth, your magic power will never run out."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of dreams, and your mind will never be disturbed by any illusions."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of ice and fire, and you will never be infected by flames or cold." "Adam, from now on you will be the darling of death, and you will be able to return from death three times."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of lies and will never be deceived by any lies."

"Adam, from now on you will be the darling of justice, and the sharp blade in your hand will be able to punish all evil."

"Adam, from now on you will be the favorite of victory, and failure will never come to you again." All kinds of shocking gifts kept being bestowed, making people almost doubt whether they were hallucinations.

However, the blessings bestowed by the gods are real.

"That man, could it be the first human?" The pink-haired girl came to her senses and pointed at Adam's back with trembling fingers, "Didn't he die of old age?"

"Perhaps the gods fished Adam out of the long river of time?" The female dwarf answered subconsciously. Only now did she have the feeling of truly witnessing history. This battle between Akhtar and Adam might really be able to compete for the title of the strongest.

No…think about it from another perspective.

"Run, otherwise we will be caught and die!" She reacted and started running away with a hammer in her hand.

Since Adam was able to be endowed with so many gifts by the gods, it meant that Akhtar was powerful beyond imagination. If they didn't hurry up and escape, all of them would die here, and there would be no possibility of survival.

"Wait for me!" The pink-haired girl hurriedly chased after him. Seeing this, the others also hurriedly chased after him. In the blink of an eye, they escaped to the edge of the deserted island.

As for why they didn't escape from the deserted island, it was simply because there was a barrier set up on the island, making it impossible to leave.

Otherwise they would have slipped away long ago.

"Isn't this too much?" Ximu grinned, and dragon scales appeared on his body. The black flames overflowing from the gaps between the dragon scales dyed his armor black. His whole aura became violent and dangerous in an instant.

Adam smiled at this:

"If I didn't do that, I wouldn't have a chance of winning."

"Then don't let me down." Ximu raised the sword of death in his hand, and Adam also made a corresponding move.

When their eyes met, they attacked without hesitation.

"Boom!" Strong light flooded the deserted island, and the spreading shock wave tore through the trapped barrier. Several people on the edge of the barrier were burned to ashes in an instant.

"We can win!" Adam made a judgment instantly. As long as he stayed on the earth, he would not have to worry about the loss of magic power. In addition, with his resistance to ice and fire, he did not have to worry about the damage from high and low temperatures. In addition, he had eyes that could see through the past, present, and future, as well as the power to return from death three times.

This has elevated him to the level of being undefeated.

"Really?" A knight wearing armor burning with black flames appeared like a ghost, and swung the sword of death in his hand without hesitation.

It was silent and the angle was even more tricky.

"Clang!" As if he had foreseen it, Adam swung the knight's sword to block the blow, and at the same time suddenly bent backwards, just avoiding the dragon breath exhaled by Akhtar.

He also took this opportunity to swing the knight sword in his hand and slash at Akhtar's neck.

Blood splattered.

Ximu took a few steps back and raised his hand to touch his cheek. Although the wound had completely healed, his face was indeed injured by Adam.

"Akhtar, victory is on my side!" Adam took an offensive stance, his eyes fixed on Akhtar's figure. His eyes that could see through the future required him to keep watching.

No matter what moves he makes, he can read the future nine seconds later, which means that any change of moves will be useless to him.

"Victory should stand by my side." Ximu laughed and rushed towards Adam.

Adam's eyes focused and he saw the future clearly. His body moved subconsciously, but soon the future he foresaw disappeared.

What exactly is going on.

"I am the one that destiny loves the most." Adam heard the laughter coming from behind him, and then he felt a pain in his waist. He was blown away by the huge force, and his body was directly embedded in the top of the deserted island.

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at the same time.

Doris City.

Inside the Church of Destiny.

"Hekate is indeed a witch." The Pope of Fate sighed slightly, and then explained to Suna beside him, "Akhtar's deeds are too legendary and too coincidental, so I have always suspected that Hekate has become a witch."

Su Na: "..."

"You don't seem to be in the mood to listen to this now." The Pope of Fate sighed. She knew that what Suna was most concerned about right now was the battle between Akhtar and Adam.

"Don't worry, Akhtar will be fine." She put her hand on Suna's shoulder and smiled kindly.

“The witches behind the scenes will not allow Akhtar to die.”

"Pope Grandma." Suna finally came to her senses at this time and asked the Pope of Fate, "Is the meeting between Akhtar and me also arranged by the Witch of Fate?"

"The arrangement of fate is not important. It depends on your will." The Pope of Fate comforted him, "Just like everyone will die, but everyone can give different meanings to their own death."

"Is Akhtar a chess piece for the Witches of Fate?" Suna's eyes lit up slightly. She shared vision with the three goddesses of fate and could clearly see everything that happened on the battlefield, including the sweat on Akhtar and Adam's faces.

Pope Fate did not answer.

As to how the Witch of Fate views Akhtar, she has no way to give an accurate answer now. If the Witch of Fate is still Hecate in her mortal days, then she can clearly say that the Witch of Fate is very fond of Akhtar.

But if Hecate has become the Witch of Fate, then all the information she had obtained about Hecate in the past is meaningless.

No one can guarantee whether the information obtained is disguised by the Witch of Fate.

"Next is the time to compete in skills." Ximu swung the Greatsword of Death, looked at Adam who walked out of the mountain, and his eyes fell on the bloodstain on Adam's side.

Swords and weapons are indeed unable to cause harm to Adam, but the power bestowed on the Greatsword of Death can cause penetrating damage to Adam.

"I don't think I have a chance of winning in a contest of skills." Adam smiled gently and clapped his hands lightly, "So let's just have a contest of abilities."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed. The scenery from seventy thousand years ago crossed the long river of time and descended to this moment.

That is the advent of the Tree of All-Knowing.

(End of this chapter)