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Chapter 201 The Goddess of Life Arrives
"Maybe it's because you are the God of Water." Ximu said expressionlessly, stepping on the flame of ash, and the greatsword of death in his hand burned with black flames.

He possesses the power of a player and can formulate corresponding game rules according to his own needs to meet the needs of players.

However, this does not mean that he can make the rules of the game without scruples. This is limited by his own level, and he also has to take into account the loss of magic power caused by overly complicated game rules.

But if the rules of the game are too simple and are highly related to one's own strength, then the magic power he loses can be reduced to an extremely low level.

Possessing the power of the Ash Flame that can burn everything, as long as he uses the player's power to expand the Ash Flame, create an Ash World, and then fight with others in the Ash World, not only will his strength be greatly increased, but the loss of his own magic power will also be greatly reduced.

And if he sets the rules of the game to involve fighting in the deep sea, it will not only increase the power of the water god, but will also greatly consume his own magic power.

So it was reasonable for him to choose to expand the world of ash.

"Wait!" The water god suddenly raised his hands and smiled at the surprised Akhtar, "I surrender."

"What do you mean?" Ximu showed a puzzled expression, and even paused his steps forward, asking the Water God, "You want to surrender to a demon, are you really a god?"

The Water God twitched his lips and explained, "No demon could kill a god before, but things are different now."

If it were any other demon, he would never surrender no matter what. Even if this demon was extremely talented and could pin him to the ground with one hand, he would not have the idea of ​​surrendering, because he had no concept of death anyway.

If the gods come to support him, he will still be sure of victory.

But the situation is different now. Akhtar, who possesses the Flame of Ashes and the Flame of Ten Thousand Deaths, can give gods true death.

Although there are god placentas in hell, which theoretically can resurrect dead gods, the resurrected gods are not the same as who they are today.

In terms of relative ability.

"..." Ximu thought for a moment and looked at the appearance of the Water God, his eyes sweeping over his handsome face and eight-pack abdominal muscles.

He showed a look of disdain.

"Your surrender means nothing to me."

"Wait!" The water god sensed the murderous intent in Akhtar's eyes and quickly said, "I can be your...dog."

"I refuse!" Ximu clenched the Greatsword of Death in his hand, like a bullet shot out of a gun. The Greatsword of Death drew a brilliant arc of light and directly cut off the head of the Water God.

"I don't need a male god to be my dog." He swung the Greatsword of Death and headed for another divided space.

Not to mention a male god becoming his dog, he wouldn't agree even if it was a beautiful goddess. He would just kill her with one sword and let it turn into experience points for growth.

As for showing mercy, that is not what the Lord of Ashes would do.

……

...

Another different space.

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, looking at the weak goddess who was trying her best to hold up the barrier and protect herself, "You are dying."

"Wait, don't kill me." The pink-haired goddess pleaded with Akhtar not far away, "I am... no threat to you. I am so weak."

Her expression was pitiful.

"I simply..."

Before she could finish her words, the sword of death had already chopped down, and the barrier that the pink-haired goddess had been holding up with great difficulty suddenly collapsed. Her body was instantly swallowed by the ubiquitous ash flames and turned into a wisp of ash that drifted away.

Gods have never been equally powerful. Not only do they have varying degrees of power, but there are also huge differences in the strength they wield.

The water god can barely survive in the world of ash, but this pink-haired goddess has exhausted her strength just to resist the flames of ash. If left alone, she will be burned to death by the flames of ash sooner or later. She is as weak as a delicate flower that will die if stepped on lightly.

"If there is a next chance, I will consider showing mercy." Ximu said indifferently and turned to go to the next different space.

In terms of the number of gods killed, there is probably no one in this world who has killed more gods than him. Even the Witch of Death has not killed many gods. Although the Witch of Death herself is much stronger than him, she has killed far fewer gods than him.

When the sword strikes down, the gods will be reduced to ashes.

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at the same time.

In the outside world.

"Found it." The Sword Goddess seemed to have suddenly received a revelation. The holy sword in her hand suddenly stabbed towards the sky, directly piercing through the void and sinking into an unknown space.

Immediately her expression suddenly changed, and she pulled away and quickly retreated, avoiding the flames of ash that surged in from the void.

The flames slanted down from the sky, like a red river in the sky, reflecting the setting sun.

The Sword Goddess turned over and landed above the clouds, her eyes fixed on the earth below. She saw the rolling flames of ash flooding the mountains like a river in the sky, engulfing all tangible objects on the ground.

"Could Akhtar be the Lord of Ashes?" This thought came to her mind, but she immediately suppressed it. The real Lord of Ashes was still sealed in the underworld.

Moreover, anyone who becomes the Lord of Ashes is a madman, with only the thought of burning the world in his heart. He cannot be a man like Akhtar.

"Ah, ah, help me!" A cry for help suddenly came from the flame hole in the sky, and then turned into a scream of terror, as if facing some terrifying existence.

The Sword Goddess gritted her teeth and prepared to charge into Akhtar's kingdom, but at this moment -

Akhtar walked out of the flame cave, grabbed a dead god's corpse with one hand, and looked indifferently at the Sword Goddess in the sky.

"You are the only one left." He exerted a little force with his palm, and the corpse of the god that was being held turned into ashes.

"You are really good at using the Ash Flame." The Sword Goddess bit her teeth lightly, her stern eyes more serious than ever before.

This time she really had no confidence of winning, and it was even a question whether she could leave alive. No one was sure what kind of strength Akhtar still retained.

"Not only is he good at using the Ash Flame." Ximu smiled, put his index and middle fingers together, and read out the new rules of the game.

"The rules of the game are to survive in a world of death." As soon as he finished speaking, the rules were overturned at this moment. The power of death forcibly enveloped him and the Goddess of Sword. A kind of forced death was taking effect, leading everything to death.

"The conditions for winning are also very simple. As long as you can kill me, that's it."

"This is really an unfair game." The Sword Goddess adjusted her breathing. She could clearly feel the scale of the kingdom in Akhtar's heart, which was enough to cover several countries. The lives nearby died the moment they were covered. Although she did not die, she was forced to be dead. She was no longer an unkillable existence, and she needed to constantly consume her strength to prevent herself from being led to death by the world of death.

"I'm really sorry, I'm not very good at playing games, so the balance is not very good." Ximu smiled maliciously, "If I have a chance in the next life, I will definitely try my best to be fair."

"No need for the next life." The figure of the Sword Goddess disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind Akhtar. She swung the holy sword in her hand and chopped it down with a sword that cut off the power. No matter what method Akhtar used to resist, she had absolute confidence that she could cut it off.

It can cut through anything, whether it's the Great Sword of Death empowered by the Witch of Death or the Red Dragon Blood Armor bathed in dragon blood.

In this regard.

Ximu looked indifferent, ignoring the fatal blow from the Sword Goddess. He fought back with the intention of exchanging his life for hers, and stabbed the Sword Goddess in the lower abdomen.

And just when both sides were about to die.

The Great Sword of Death was held by slender fingers, and stopped just before it was about to pierce through the Sword Goddess's lower abdomen, while the Holy Sword that was chopped down was also blocked by a finger.

The holy sword that was powerful enough to cut through everything, and the greatsword of death that was powerful enough to kill gods, were easily blocked.

Ximu retreated without even thinking about it, and looked vigilantly at the figure who suddenly intervened in the battle. Then he suddenly froze, and the cold murderous intent in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"The goddess of life." His eyes were reflected on the woman opposite him. The figure seemed to be the embodiment of the concept of woman, which was enough for him to immediately recognize the other party's identity.

"Why are you here?"

"..." The Goddess of Life shook her head slightly and pulled back her fingers that were blocking the holy sword. There were slight scars on her slender fingers, which were obviously caused by the sword of the Goddess of Sword.

Seeing this, Ximu fell silent, lowered the Greatsword of Death, turned around and prepared to leave without communicating with the Goddess of Life.

"Akhtar, can you talk to me?" A gentle female voice came from behind, causing Ximu to stop.

The Sword Goddess frowned slightly and looked at Akhtar's back. She felt that if she took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, she would be able to kill Akhtar.

The man is in a state of mental instability.

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked at the goddess of life who gave him a gentle smile, and let out a complicated sigh:
"Are you planning to kill me?"

"I'm here to invite you." The Goddess of Life shook her head slightly, took a step forward, and came close to Akhtar.

Ximu blinked his eyes, looking at the plump fruit in front of him that was about to burst out, and the slender hand pressing on his head, he had the illusion that he was being treated as a child.

He looked up at the goddess of life and smiled gently.

"Invite me to join the gods?"

"The gods will probably be very disgusted with your existence." The goddess of life raised her hand to gently gather the black hair beside her ear and smiled gently at Akhtar, "But if you become my partner, there should be no problem."

If Akhtar was allowed to join the gods directly, he would definitely be excluded by them. However, if we think about it from another perspective, if Akhtar becomes her nominal partner, then the gods will not target Akhtar too much.

As for why she is a nominal partner, it is simply because no one has been able to stand on the same level as her and is qualified to be her partner.

However, being a nominal partner was enough to protect Akhtar's safety.

"Become the partner of the Goddess of Life?" Ximu asked in a low voice. Seeing the Goddess of Life smiling and nodding, his expression immediately wavered.

It was obvious that he was very moved by the invitation of the Goddess of Life, although according to the doctrine, a partner is not a husband and wife relationship, but simply someone who walks on the same path as the gods.

But most people who can become partners are very close to the gods.

"..." The Sword Goddess looked at this scene and suddenly felt that her fight with Akhtar seemed to be a very meaningless thing, including the more than 20 colleagues who had died before, all of which did not have much significance.

In her mind, Akhtar was already a very dangerous existence, cruel and ruthless, and his methods were extremely brutal. No one could guarantee that they could survive a fight with such a dangerous existence.

However, now looking at Akhtar's excited expression, he suddenly felt... it was not worth it to risk his life in battle. If he had known that Akhtar could be dealt with so easily, he should have asked the Goddess of Life to come out and invite him earlier.

Why fight with Akhtar?

"The beauty trap is really effective!" The Messenger God hiding in the sky couldn't help but sigh. A demon as difficult and powerful as Akhtar is no different from an ordinary man when facing the object of his admiration.

That was a demon who had killed more than twenty gods on his own, a dangerous existence that had hardly ever existed in history.

Of course, there are risks in using such a strategy. It is undoubtedly an attempt to steal the heart of the Witch of Death. It would be fine if the intention was to kill Akhtar.

But if the Goddess of Life is directly sent to poach people, the Witch of Death might react.

"Can I accompany you on the journey of seeking life?" Ximu asked again, after seeing the goddess of life smile and nod.

His hand holding the Greatsword of Death began to loosen slightly.

"Am I your partner from now on?"

"If you can step up to the level of a partner." The goddess of life nodded gently, "From now on, you will be my only partner."

Every god has a companion, a being who stands beside the god by following the god's footsteps.

The being who can become her partner is difficult to kill unless she dies herself, so from now on, unless something unexpected happens, she will only have Akhtar as her partner.

The prerequisite is that Akhtar can catch up with her on the road of life and be qualified to become her partner.

Otherwise, you will just have to be a backup life partner forever.

She has no way to interfere in this process. How to explore the path of life and how to catch up with her depends on Akhtar's thoughts, rather than her forced indoctrination and understanding.

"Why should I come to fight?" The Sword Goddess pursed her lips, feeling very upset. She tried her best to fight the opponent's demon, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of the beauty trap. This made her very discouraged. Obviously, Akhtar was the man who fought with her for life and death.

Why would you be swayed by a mere beauty trap?

This is still a cruel demon who can kill more than 20 gods. Can he have some demonic cruelty and arrogance?

Don't be tempted by mere verbal conditions.

"I've decided, I want to..." Ximu let out a breath, as if he had made a decision, but then his expression froze.

The Witch of Death sat in the void, with her hands folded in front of her chest, her sapphire eyes looking at him calmly.

The Goddess of Life seemed to sense something as well. She turned around and met the cold gaze of the Witch of Death, and their eyes overlapped into a line.

(End of this chapter)