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Chapter 85 Facing six heroes at the same time
"The hammer that shakes the mountains!" The dwarf clenched the sledgehammer in his hand, and his bulging arm muscles burst into squirming veins.

He stared at the charging silver armored knight and threw the sledgehammer in his hand with all his strength. The moment he let go, lightning suddenly exploded.

It was as if what he was throwing was not a hammer, but a thunderbolt thrown by a god. It was shooting towards the silver-armored knight at a speed that was difficult to avoid.

"Boom!" The lightning exploded and spread in all directions. The strong impact set off huge waves of lava dozens of meters high.

And do all this.

The dwarf did not declare victory. Instead, he grabbed a red knight's sword beside him, kicked the ground with both feet, and retreated quickly.

His eyes were alert, observing his surroundings.

Before the battle began, he had heard the legend about Akhtar and knew Akhtar's deeds very well.

A man with incredible fighting skills can easily defeat his enemy even if there is a huge gap in magical power.

From the deeds he knew, the main enemies Akhtar faced were obviously stronger than himself.

However, the result of the battle gave people the illusion that Akhtar was stronger.

So at the beginning of the battle, he had already made the decision not to fight Akhtar in close combat.

Instead, he takes advantage of his ability to use different weapons and combat skills to keep firing weapons from a distance.

Definitely not able to fight in close quarters and be taken away by Akhtar's set of combos.

And as expected.

Not long after he left the place, Akhtar had already shot out of the lightning and landed where he was not long ago.

Why can he easily avoid the hammer that shakes the mountains.

Such thoughts came to the dwarf's mind, and the red knight sword in his hand was thrown towards Akhtar.

The red flame seemed to turn into a laser, leaving a red afterimage on his retina. At the same time, he also observed the method of Akhtar's disappearance.

At the same time that he threw the Red Knight Sword, Akhtar acted in advance as if he had predicted it, turning into a ball of starlight and disappearing in place, avoiding the attack of the Red Knight Sword in advance, and quickly approaching him.

That man controls the trajectory of his own destiny.

The dwarves recognized the magic used by Akhtar. After the astrologer grew to a certain level, he could artificially interfere with the trajectory of his own stars, rewrite his own destiny, and thus change his position in this world.

The astrological magic used by Akhtar is to shift his position by accelerating the trajectory of his own stars.

It caused the same result as teleportation.

However, unless it is a being like Hecate who can control the trajectory of all fates, even the top astrologers can only teleport within a distance of five meters.

And the teleportation time must be at least five seconds apart.

Therefore, the battlefield must be expanded.

Think about this.

The dwarf casually grabbed an upright spear beside him and activated the hidden combat skill on the spear. Red thunder lingered on the spear.

Then he threw it at Akhtar.

While seeing Akhtar split the spear with his sword, triggering the thunder on the spear, causing a violent explosion.

"Bang!" The dwarf suddenly clapped his hands, his eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, and more than half of the magic power in his body was consumed in an instant.

The cave continued to expand at this moment, and weapons began to materialize as the cave spread.

Now he has enough space to face Akhtar calmly.

This is how it should be.

"Pfft!" The sharp sword passed through his abdomen from behind. Before the dwarf could react, he felt himself being kicked hard, and his body rolled around on the ground like a ball.

Why could Akhtar suddenly come behind him?

The distance between the two sides should be more than ten meters, not to mention that Akhtar also took the spear forcefully, so there should be no spare power to teleport.

"There shouldn't be any distractions in battle." Ximu walked step by step towards the dwarf who was holding his chest. Blood stains slid down the edge of the big sword, dripped on the hot ground, and evaporated into water vapor.

"You seem to have misjudged me." He came to the dwarf who was holding his abdomen, and stabbed down with his sword.

The sword edge grazed the dwarf's cheek.

"Why... don't you chop off my head?" The dwarf was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was not killed, and looked at Akhtar's indifferent expression.

"You are carrying ten thousand souls."

"Haha...you are also carrying a thousand lives." Ximu's voice was extremely calm, and he took a step back, "Give you a chance, use the power to reveal me."

"With my current injury, there is no point in using "Can I Appear"." The dwarf stood up holding his abdomen and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In this regard, Ximu just said lightly: "If you are killed without any resistance, your soul will not be able to go to hell."

"My soul will be taken away by the witch." The dwarf twitched the corner of his mouth and began to accept his ending.

Ximu shook his head and comforted:

"I'll try to help you go to hell."

In fact, the Death Witch has no interest in torturing souls at all. She only wants to confirm the uniqueness of souls and study why some people cannot become demons and witches.

After the Death Witch does a little research and erases some key memories, she will throw away the soul directly and let the soul go to hell. There is no such thing as the Death Witch will torture the soul as people say. , after all, the Death Witch is not a sadist.

The dwarf was silent for a moment and said: "I... haven't learned how to show myself."

Despite his reputation as a hero, he is not the genius that people imagine, purely because of his relatively strong abilities.

He is not the kind of genius who can easily learn magic.

"No, you can." Ximu was very sure, confirming that the dwarf had enough talent and talent, but he was not very confident in himself before.

"It would be a pity to kill you now..." He said sincerely, not wanting to kill the weak dwarf now.

"You can still get stronger."

"Then... let me try?" the dwarf asked tentatively, and saw Akhtar take a few steps back, inserting his sword on the ground, crossing his arms and waiting for him to learn to show me.

Although he has no chance of winning now, he is indeed a little reluctant, if he hadn't misjudged Akhtar's teleportation distance.

The outcome of that battle is still full of suspense.

at the same time.

In the outside world.

auditorium.

"What...what does this man think?" A Death believer who was watching the battle couldn't help complaining. This kind of plot of giving the enemy a chance and letting the enemy become stronger is not something even a new cultist would do.

This kind of plot of giving the enemy a chance and then being killed by them has been played out countless times in epics and legends.

Now he actually witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Although victory has been achieved, the enemy is not killed immediately to ensure that the enemy has no ability to fight back.

"Perhaps this means that heroes cherish heroes." A female believer of death next to her said, unsure:
"Perhaps this is Akhtar's idea of ​​letting his opponent fully demonstrate his strength before dying."

"Then I suddenly feel that as a cultist, I am very normal." The cultist twitched his mouth and suddenly felt that he was very normal. At least he knew not to give the enemy a chance to fight back.

Instead of being like a hero who has a hole in his head and feels that the enemy has not exerted his full strength, he must give the enemy a chance to show all his strength. Being able to win is the last word.

"Okay, heroes don't need us to understand." A charming and arrogant female voice came. The cultists present looked along the sound source and saw a young woman wearing a red dress, holding her cheek with one hand.

The Bloody Countess.

The cultists present recognized the identity of the young woman in the red dress, and they all kept their mouths shut. After all, the Bloody Countess also had some status in the Order of Death.

Considered an upper-class figure.

The bloody countess looked at the projection screen in the center of the duel arena. She was one of the few people who knew the truth. She knew that Akhtar was a person favored by the Witch of Death and was not a being that the cultists present could discuss casually.

But even so, she couldn't understand why Akhtar gave the enemy a chance. In the end, she could only blame Akhtar for his passion for fighting.

at the same time.

In the duel arena.

"Cough!!" The dwarf put down the hand covering his abdomen, looked at the knight opposite with his arms folded across his chest, and clapped his hands hard.

"I can appear!" He roared with difficulty. Under the pressure of life and death, he successfully activated the ability to appear.

The power surges.

The dwarf's body glowed with metallic luster, the fingers of his hands turned into sword blades, and metal spikes sprouted from his spine.

Seeing this, Ximu was satisfied and pulled out the big sword beside him, and rushed towards the dwarf who was not used to the body change, the blade of the sword cut the air.

When the dwarf subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to block it with the five-fingered sword blade, the edge of the Ximu sword changed from the original cleaving to a straight thrust, piercing the dwarf's throat without any bias.

Ximu drew out his sword and watched the dwarf's body fall to the ground.

Although being able to manifest myself can improve my strength, I am still not completely familiar with changing the structure of my body like a dwarf.

It is very easy for people to seize the opportunity and kill them.

The battle is over.

As the dwarves died, the scenery changed and returned to the original appearance of the arena.

Ximu turned to look at the doll girl who appeared aside and said:
"Let's start the next duel."

"...Hehehe, don't worry." The doll girl was silent for a moment, then showed her usual evil smile and pointed to the other entrance of the duel arena.

"The next enemies you have to face are six."

"..."

Ximu frowned, staring at the doll girl coldly, and then withdrew his gaze as if by default. He seemed very helpless when the doll girl faced the maliciousness revealed directly.

In response, the doll girl showed a satisfied smile: "If you want to blame, blame your subordinates for cutting off my head."

She grinned.

"I am targeting you with malicious intent."

"It doesn't matter." Ximu replied casually, "Hurry up and start the next battle."

"Hmph, I hope you can still be tougher later." The doll girl clicked her tongue in displeasure, then turned around and left the duel field.

When Ximu saw this, he turned his attention to the entrance of another execution arena, and saw six heroes walking out, but this time the quality was far inferior to the previous dwarves.

People with the name of heroes do not necessarily mean they will be very strong. It mainly depends on what deeds they have done, whether they are sung by bards, and whether they are popular among the people.

Even if you are only at level 20 or 30, you can still have the name of a hero. You don't have to be extremely powerful to become a hero.

Of course, people who become heroes usually have certain strengths, and their strength is generally not very weak.

Although the six heroes who appeared this time were not very strong.

But it was worth killing him.

……

...

The border of the Black Rose Kingdom.

The God of Blood held the unconscious Michael in his arms and looked nervously at the witch opposite, who was the legendary Witch of Death.

Although he has never fought against the Death Witch.

However, he is certain that his strength is not as good as that of the Death Witch. Even though the opponent is just a clone, he is not sure whether he can win.

"Ha... aren't you watching the heroes fighting to the death?" He answered in as calm and relaxed a tone as possible.

However, the Death Witch did not answer.

"The Kingdom of Black Rose has been surrounded by gods." The God of Blood sneered, "How many gods do you think are hiding in the Kingdom of Black Rose now?"

The Witch of Death did not answer, but stretched out a green-white finger.

Very amazing feeling.

Although there was no hostility whatsoever, the God of Blood felt a strong sense of crisis and fled outside the Black Rose Kingdom without hesitation, holding Michael in his arms.

Blood shadows passed by.

Before the figure of the Blood God was about to disappear from the horizon, it suddenly exploded into a ball of blood flowers, but it condensed again in an instant.

Immediately disappeared at an even faster speed.

"..." The Death Witch put down her hand and glanced at the God of War who appeared next to her. She saw him holding two strong men in his arms.

"It's just a clone that has this level of power." The God of War grinned with joy, "I really want to fight your body once."

"..." The Witch of Death glanced at the God of War hugging the two strong men, and swallowed what she wanted to say, with a look of disgust in her sapphire eyes.

Then he disappeared in place.

"We are all witches, do we still care about gender?" The God of War was slightly stunned, sensing the witch of death's disgust.

Witches are originally a group of deviant people, but I didn't expect to care about such a trivial matter as gender, which is too conservative.

Of course, he was too lazy to care about these trivial matters and glanced at the direction in which the Blood God was fleeing.

"Blood... I guess he's not dead, right?" He guessed, then hugged the two tough men and left.

After receiving the God of Blood's plea for help, he immediately rushed over to rescue him, but the God of Blood was still beaten by the witch.

Of course, even if the God of Blood does not die, he will fall into a period of weakness.

……

...

The sword blade stabbed down.

Blood spurts.

Ximu pulled out the hunting king's sword, and the human wolf under his feet spurted out a large amount of blood, splashing on his armor and face.

The six heroes present were all destroyed.

(End of this chapter)