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Chapter 84 Infinite Sword...cough, weapon system
The goddess of death still didn't respond.

Seeing that the battle was over and there was still no sign of the goddess of death coming, the doll girl began to feel... helpless and lucky.

But since the goddess of death doesn't come out, it means the mission must continue.

"Hehehe, what a wonderful performance." She raised her hand to cover her lips and mocked the statue of the Goddess of Death in the center of the square.

"The Goddess of Death is really a coward. She killed so many believers and still didn't respond. She is really... a bastard, a bastard~"

"Shut up!" Sharon seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and put the sickle in front of the doll girl's neck.

In response to this, the doll girl's expression turned cold for a moment. She looked at the nun wearing black rubber coat next to her and said with a smile:
"Even I would be angry." She restrained her indifferent expression, glanced at the overlapping kingdom of dolls in the sky, and happened to land her eyes on Akhtar.

"If you don't want me to hurt the people you care about, just take the sickle away."

"..." Sharon subconsciously followed the doll girl's gaze and happened to see Akhtar.

She was silent for a moment and took back the scythe.

"Oh, you seem to really care about that human being?" The doll girl covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, and her voice became vicious.

"Then I seem to know how to torture you."

"...Huh, he's just my boss." Sharon was silent for a moment, then snorted disdainfully, "We've only been together for less than a day, do you think I care?"

The doll girl laughed: "Who knows."

She didn't care whether Sharon cared about Akhtar, the point was to increase the difficulty for Akhtar in a reasonable way.

Akhtar was her boss after all.

Everything that happened now was arranged by Akhtar, and she was just a subordinate who carried out the plan.

And under the clock tower.

The prayers grew quieter.

The psychological defenses of the death believers have gradually begun to waver. They were ridiculed by the cultists, but the goddess of death did not react at all.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow.

After all, they all know the threat of the Death Witch, and they also know that once the door to hell is opened, the Death Witch will break free from the seal.

Therefore, for the sake of righteousness, abandoning a small group of believers is a seemingly reasonable choice.

But what if they are just a handful of abandoned believers.

The thoughts in his heart were completely different.

despair.

collapse.

cry.

Like an infectious disease, it spread among the death believers, and some began to regret why they did not join the duel and let their souls go to hell.

"Uuuuuuuuuah...I don't want my soul to be captured by the witch." The young nun couldn't help crying, her tears were like broken pearls.

She is not afraid of death. There is a real hell in this world, and after death is nothing more than going to another world.

But if he is captured by the witch, there is no way to go to hell.

And I heard that witches are very keen on torturing souls, stuffing people's souls into candles that will never go out, and burning the soul with flames forever.

"Are we...not worthy of being saved?" Some of the more steadfast believers in death began to doubt themselves and tried to find the reason in themselves.

at the same time.

In the land of dolls.

Inside the arena.

"..." Ximu came to the auditorium and sat down. He skillfully took out a bottle of magic potion and started drinking it, preparing to restore his magic power as soon as possible.

What he has to face next is not a one-on-one hero duel, but a one-on-ten duel. After all, he doesn't want to waste too much experience points.

So he arranged the script in advance. When the heroes show off, the doll girl will look like a vicious villain, trying to target him at every turn. He deliberately adjusts the number of hero showdowns to make him fall into a seemingly extremely dangerous situation. situation.

From now on, he just needs to cut it all the way according to the script.

And right now.

"It's really leisurely." A chuckle came. Ximu turned his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from. He saw Michael walking over and sitting next to him very naturally.

Ximu threw away the finished potion bottle, looked at Michael, and asked: "Now is a rare rest time, why don't you seize the time to restore your magic power?"

"Don't worry, my magic power hasn't been wasted much." Michael smiled heartily and stated his status very frankly.

After the strength reaches a certain level, the number of people does not mean much. Killing 10,000 people is still a thousand people.

For him, there will be no obvious loss of magic power.

"It's really too strong." Ximu sighed, and then took out a bottle of magic potion and drank it. Now he had absolutely no chance of winning against Michael.

Even if all the heroes of Black Rose cooperate, there is no chance of winning against Michael. After all, Michael's strength is not the pinnacle of human beings.

Although he has not become a demon, he is still above level 100.

Of course, he is not worried about being an enemy of Michael now. After all, Michael has a senior licker, the so-called God of Blood.

In order to protect Michael's safety, the God of Blood will take Michael to escape from the Kingdom of Black Rose and escape the threat of the Witch of Death.

So he didn't need to worry about being an enemy of Michael.

And even if the God of Blood can suppress his dog-licking nature, he can still reasonably eliminate Michael so that he doesn't have to face Michael head-on.

He made the rules for heroes to duel.

"Compared to the witch, my strength is not worth mentioning." Michael shook his head and chuckled at Akhtar, who was beside him regardless of pouring the magic potion.

"And sooner or later you will be stronger than me."

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, as if he was deliberately changing the subject, and asked, "What do you want from me?"

To this. Michael smiled: "Since we are already friends, we naturally come to chat."

The purpose of this trip was indeed to chat, not for any special reason. It was purely because he was more interested in Akhtar.

Ximu nodded: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, why don't you talk about your ideals in life?" Michael thought for a while and tentatively asked Akhtar. He was quite curious about what ideals Akhtar had. After all, Akhtar was a well-known person. The hero basically has everything people desire.

Ximu pretended to think for a moment and replied: "Wanting to become a devil, is it considered an ideal in life?"

Michael: "..."

Before Akhtar answered, he imagined several answers. With each answer, he could easily strike up a conversation and get closer to Akhtar.

However, Akhtar's answer was too honest. Even if he wanted to become a devil, he would not say it directly.

However, Akhtar told him without any secret.

"Then what is your ideal?" Ximu asked. Although he already knew Michael's ideal, it was still necessary to trigger a conversation.

After all, there is a very plot line behind the character of Michael, which allows players to have an in-depth understanding of the setting of the Mystic Door game.

The secrets of the birth of the gods, as well as unconventional ways to break through the limits of the human realm, can all be found in the plot line of Michael.

Of course, he doesn't want to follow Michael's plot line completely, as long as he kills the God of Blood.

When Michael faced the inquiry, he thought about it seriously. Thinking of Akhtar being so frank, he also expressed his ideals.

"Is it too arrogant to want to become a god?" "..." Ximu was silent for a moment, looked into Michael's eyes, and then smiled with relief, "It's normal for you to have this idea."

"..."

Michael looked curious. His idea was more unrealistic than becoming a devil. Why did Akhtar think it was normal.

In this regard, Ximu explained:

"If you want to realize your ideals, you need strength and a legal identity. It is only natural that you want to become a god."

The Michael sitting next to him is not a being who longs for immortality and aloofness as a god. It is purely because if Michael wants to realize the world in his heart, he must have the power and status of a god.

Otherwise Michael would not be able to realize the vision he had in mind.

Not for eternal life.

It's not like being worshiped by others.

Not for power.

And because Michael felt that he could create a better world and make everyone live better than they are now.

This is why Michael wanted to become a god.

"I feel like I've been completely seen through by you." Michael laughed happily and looked at Akhtar with close eyes. This man... completely understood him, which made him want to have in-depth communication with Akhtar even more. .

however.

"Michael, I... have something very important that I want to talk to you about." A sound of gnashing teeth was heard, and the God of Blood suddenly appeared behind Ximu and Michael.

He looked at Ximu jealously and whispered:

"Michael is... a man, don't get so close to him."

Michael: "..."

"Being a man doesn't prevent us from being friends." Waving his hand, Ximu didn't seem to hear the jealousy in the Blood God's words.

He deliberately put his hand on Michael's shoulder.

"Men don't need to keep distance." After saying that, he squeezed Michael's shoulder deliberately, and the soft touch was the same as that of a woman.

The God of Blood was even more jealous. This human being deserved to die. He had never pinched Michael's shoulder, but he still remained calm.

After all, the Witch of Death's eyes are now on the Black Rose Kingdom. If he attracts the attention of the Witch of Death, he may really die here.

So he adjusted his breathing.

"Michael, I have something very urgent to tell you."

Michael nodded, then stood up and smiled at Ximu, "Akhtar, it was a pleasure chatting with you."

"Hope to see you next time." Waving his hand, Ximu watched Michael and the God of Blood leave, and then turned his attention to the duel field.

And right now.

"Let's start the second round of the game!"

On the clock tower, the doll girl spoke with a smile.

"The rules of this game are hero duels. Each hero carries a thousand souls behind him. As long as the hero dies in the duel, the one thousand souls carried by the hero will be taken away by the witch, and he will lose the qualification to go to hell."

At this point, she touched her cheek.

"Of course there is no reward. The last surviving hero will have the opportunity to meet the Witch of Death."

"Maybe there is a chance to persuade the Death Witch to let everyone go." After saying this, with the snap of fingers, another doll fell from the sky, and some unlucky ones were randomly selected and pulled up into the sky, and fell into the arena of the corresponding hero.

No more, no less, each arena is a thousand... No, one arena is ten thousand, a full ten thousand people fill the arena.

"By the way, some sad news."

The doll girl glanced at Sharon beside her and said in a deliberately long tone, "In order to take revenge on someone, I cut off my head."

She met Sharon's angry gaze.

"So I decided to increase Akhtar's number ten times, which means... Akhtar needs to challenge ten heroes at once."

"If you fail, the souls of those ten thousand and one people will be taken away by the Witch of Death."

Sharon pursed her lips, her eyes frighteningly cold.

However, she no longer dares to target the doll girl. Although she is not afraid of death, she does not want to implicate Lord Akhtar.

So now...she can only endure it.

Now any words can stimulate the doll girl and maliciously target Lord Akhtar, causing Lord Akhtar's soul to be taken away by the Witch of Death.

If she has a chance to survive, she will definitely pursue the doll girl by any means necessary until she kills every clone of the doll girl.

……

...

arena.

"Come with me and go to the core duel field." The clone of the doll girl stood beside Akhtar and said in the same bad tone as always.

"Duel under the watchful eye of the Death Witch."

"..."

Ximu glanced at the crowd surrounding him, and left silently with the doll girl, heading to the arena where the Death Witch was.

Shortly after.

Under the guidance of the doll girl, Ximu walked in the dark corridor, bottles of potions thrown behind him.

Until the light comes into view, the vision suddenly becomes clear.

Opposite him was an empty-handed dwarf, his eyes helpless as he looked at each other, their eyes intersecting.

"Ten thousand souls versus a thousand souls." The dwarf scratched his head, stepped closer to Ximu, and asked a question.

"Which one do you think is more important?"

"Usually I choose to beat up the person who raises the question." Ximu took out the hunting king's sword and approached the dwarf step by step.

The dwarf on the opposite side was the most difficult duelist among the ten duelists he had to face, so he deliberately chose to let the other side appear first.

Make sure you are at your peak to deal with the opponent.

"People who raise this question are usually not easy to beat." The dwarf shook his head helplessly and opened his arms, "Expand my...weapon arsenal."

Along with the low voice, the scenery suddenly changed.

The arena turned into a cave with flowing lava, and weapons of different styles were inserted into the ground.

The dwarf had already put on his armor, picked up a hammer beside him, and explained to Xi Mu who was approaching.

"I have personally touched every weapon here. They are all powerful weapons containing combat skills. Any enemy can find a way to target them."

As a dwarf, he was very obsessed with weapons and longed to possess all the precious weapons in the world, so he was born with the ability to record all weapons. In the kingdom in his heart, all the weapons he touched could be reproduced. And you can freely use the slashes contained in the weapon.

So no matter what enemy you face, you can target it.

Of course, this was not without flaws. In his mind, there was still a quality gap between the kingdom's weapons and the real weapons.

However, with so many quantitative corrections, it is not a big problem.

(End of this chapter)