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Chapter 87: Meeting the Witch of Death
No need to announce the start.

The moment their eyes met.

Akhtar and Angelina launched their attacks at the same time, and with the roar of the atmosphere being torn apart, the big swords and long knives that cut off the air collided like lightning.

"Qiang!"

The swords collided with each other and burst into brilliant flames.

In the fleeting light of the fire, Ximu saw Angelina's excited smile. Their eyes met, and their eyes overlapped into a line.

Immediately, an even more intense fight broke out, and the sharp blades swung in unison seemed to turn into arcs of the moon, and there was a fierce collision.

The overflowing impact seemed to turn into invisible slashes, erupting from the intersection of the sword blades, instantly cutting the ground of the duel into pieces.

The sweeping wind blades spread in all directions, scaring the cultists in the audience into a vigilant posture. However, after the wind blades collided with the barrier set up in the duel field, they realized that they were too nervous.

However, why are they nervous, even if the strength shown by Akhtar and Angelina is stronger than that of ordinary cultists.

But it shouldn't make them nervous.

"Sure enough, you are the man who can satisfy me!" Angelina's smile became brighter and brighter. The long knife in her hand seemed to turn into the moon. With every rotation of the blade, it was like a waning moon, and the continuous waning moons gathered together. , it is a never-ending slashing attack.

However, faced with such swift and seemingly endless slashes, Ximu actually took them all.

Clang, Clang, Clang——

Every time the blades collide, fire will burst out, and the sharp blades of wind will burst out from the intersection of the swords, cutting the ground under their feet. The gravel is carried by the wind, and shoots like bullets, continuously hitting the duel field. On the boundary.

Sharp.

Swift.

law.

If you are not careful at all, your head will move, and if you move a little slower, your hand will be broken.

The cultists who were watching finally knew why they were nervous. This battle did not even give them a chance to breathe. A slight negligence would lead to death. Even the onlookers had an illusion. It seemed that as long as they were negligent, they would be killed. Their heads will be cut off by sharp swords.

"It's a pity that you don't seem to be able to satisfy me." Akhtar chuckled and took the continuous slashes.

"Use it to reveal me."

In fact, no one will deny Angelina's swordsmanship. That swordsmanship is continuous, does not give the enemy any chance to counterattack, and firmly grasps the rhythm of the attack. Anyone will find it difficult.

Unless you distance yourself from the beginning, if you are dragged into Angelina's attack rhythm, you will be chased and killed by the subsequent continuous attacks.

Looking for an opportunity to get rid of... No, that is almost impossible. If you relax your nerves a little, your head will be chopped off.

In such a situation, there is no time to use magic, abilities, weapons and combat skills. Any slightest negligence will lead to death.

Disengagement is not allowed.

No interruptions allowed.

No relaxation allowed.

In the first week, he faced such a difficult situation. As long as he came into contact with Angelina head-on, he would be included in Angelina's battle rhythm, and then he would be hit repeatedly until he died.

This is an elf with a long life. He devoted all his time to practicing swordsmanship and acquired... ultimate skills.

but.

"You can't kill me with a slash like this." Ximu grinned. The moment Angelina stabbed with the long knife, he hit it with his chest. Before the long knife penetrated her armor, it was about to pierce his heart. moment.

Angelina withdrew her long sword and blocked the big sword from Xi Mu. At the same time, she quickly retreated and put some distance away.

"You...are a believer in the goddess of life, right?" He swung the long knife, and the blood spattered onto the broken ground.

"Unless you can cut off my head directly." Ximu nodded, surprisingly calmly explaining, "Otherwise, there is no way to kill me easily."

"Are you going to interrupt my attack rhythm by exchanging injuries?" Angelina nodded clearly. She already knew Akhtar's method of cracking his swordsmanship. As long as the damage was not fatal, she would choose to exchange injuries for injuries. to interrupt her attack rhythm.

And with enough trial and error, you can find an opportunity to kill her.

This is the tricky thing about believers of the Goddess of Life. As long as they have enough blessings, they will be very difficult to kill.

If the favored level reached a certain level, the injured part would have healed before she cut Akhtar open.

Cut into minced meat, it will heal in an instant.

"No... I just feel that it would be too boring if we don't fight with all our strength." Ximu shook his head and stroked the hunting king's sword with his palm.

Red flames burn.

"Come and let me be fascinated by you." After saying this, his body surface was like red-hot charcoal, and traces like scales appeared on his face.

The breath has undergone a subversive change.

Silence fell.

Angelina's lips moved, as if she had recited some spell, and her body changed accordingly. Her figure became taller, her fingers became slender, and her legs became straighter and slender.

The feeling is that it is sharper and...dangerous.

Raising the long knife, Angelina took an attack stance, then turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot, the sharp blade cutting the air cleanly.

"Qiang!" Ximu struck with his sword this time. When Angelina saw this, she turned her wrist and the blade struck out again at an extremely subtle angle.

faster speed.

Stronger power.

More vicious slashes.

But something feels...off.

Angelina still continued to strike continuously, and others still had the advantage, but she felt...uncoordinated.

This man did not drag her into the rhythm of her battle.

And as if to confirm her suspicion, Ximu launched a counterattack, no longer blindly defensive.

Instead, choose to attack.

"Qiang!" As if foretelling, Angelina's next blow was interrupted in advance, and the following sword forced her back.

What happened?

Angelina was stunned for a moment, but the technique ingrained into her body's instincts still helped her block Akhtar's sword.

To...lose.

After changing from the offensive side to the defensive side, she immediately realized this, and she was... interpreted by this man.

If she is a book, then this man is the reader, who has read her from cover to cover countless times and fully understands her existence.

She no longer controls the rhythm of the offense.

How on earth could this man... read her to such an extent in a brief encounter? Not only could he predict her attacks in advance, but he could also make an effective counterattack.

Is this something humans can do?

Of course it cannot be done.

However, this was not the first time that Ximu had fought against Angelina. He memorized the trajectory of each of Angelina's swords and thought of ways to counterattack.

This countless challenges have been engraved into the instinctive understanding, and Angelina has been digested for a long time, so she can anticipate every change of Angelina's moves and make effective counterattacks. "Is this... a genius?"

Angelina felt a sense of frustration. The swordsmanship she was proud of was digested and interpreted by the other party in just a short confrontation.

But even though she was aware of her failure, she had no intention of accepting it. Even if she struggled, she wanted to enjoy this battle as much as possible.

After all, there will be no such opportunity in the future.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang——!"

There were countless sparks flying around, and the two people moving quickly on the battlefield left a trail of afterimages in people's retinas.

Swords clash.

The wind blew wildly.

If it weren't for the protection of the barrier, the duel field would have been destroyed by the battle between the two. The devastated duel field was covered with sword marks.

"Technology is quite interesting." The Bloody Countess chuckled. She always used her own abilities and never cared about technology.

After all, exercising techniques is just...too cumbersome and boring.

However, this battle changed her perception of technology. Of course, she still had no intention of learning technology and using her body to wield the sword.

After all, people know that if they use technology to fight, it is an art, and if she uses technology to fight, she is a clown.

Sudden.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

"Tick tock~"

Ximu put down the hunting king's sword, and blood dripped down the blade to the ground. Angelina opposite him had lost her life breath, her body was wrapped in red flames, and... turned into ashes under the gaze of everyone.

The battle ends.

"Is it over?" Most of the cultists haven't recovered yet and don't quite understand why the battle ended suddenly. They obviously didn't see Akhtar stab Angelina's vitals with his sword, so why did the battle end suddenly.

Letting go... No, absolutely impossible, such an idea is simply insulting to Angelina and Akhtar.

"Oh my... I actually survived." The doll girl smiled, came to Akhtar's side, glanced at Angelina who had turned to ashes, and then said:

"Can you tell me how you won?"

"You...are not blind, right?" Ximu asked back. He just slashed Angelina with a sword at a very fast speed. Anyone with a little bit of strength could see the sword he swung.

In response, the doll girl smiled, then glanced at the buzzing audience, and then withdrew her gaze.

"Since you survived, let me give you the opportunity to meet the Witch of Death.",

"..."

Ximu nodded calmly and saw the doll girl turning around, opening her arms and shouting to all the cultists present.

"Kneel down and pay homage to the Witch of Death."

"Shh!"

Without any hesitation, all the death believers present left their seats at this moment and knelt on the ground with one knee.

Then, the Witch of Death arrived.

There was no change of color in the world, it just appeared in front of Akhtar and the doll girl.

"Winner, you now have two choices." The Death Witch folded her hands and fingers on her chest, her cold voice without any emotion.

"I allow you to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alive, but the price is that everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom...will die."

"What about the second option?" Ximu asked according to the script. He did not intend to kill everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom. This... meant nothing to him.

Instead of wasting time on Black Rose, it would be better to go to the next map and get high-level experience packs. Besides, there was no way he could kill everyone in Black Rose.

After all, the gods have set their sights on the Black Rose Kingdom, and even the goddess of life from high in the sky has descended.

Now there is no chance to continue to gain experience points in the Black Rose Kingdom.

Unless you let the Death Witch take action and kill everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom in an instant, but the experience points of the people you let the Death Witch kill do not belong to you.

So it’s time to wrap up the script for the Kingdom of Black Rose.

"Abandon the goddess of death and become my favor." The Death Witch read the lines in a cold voice, "And the reward is that everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom can survive."

Ximu fell silent.

He cannot give an answer immediately, and must give people the feeling of being stuck in a painful decision, otherwise the choice he makes will not have enough weight.

We need to wait for the situation to ferment.

at this time.

In the Kingdom of Black Rose.

"Isn't becoming a witch's relative a betrayal of faith?" On the street, a nun looked tangled. She was longing for Akhtar to abandon his faith so that she could survive and keep her faith pure. There will be no conscience remorse.

"I... don't want to die." Someone whispered, very afraid that if Akhtar left alone, then all of them would die here.

Everyone has their own thoughts, but most people have one... desire, that is, Akhtar abandons his faith and falls into the arms of the witch for them.

"Oh, it's really ugly." The doll girl on the clock tower laughed evilly, "You don't want to let Akhtar take refuge in the arms of the witch so that you can survive, do you?"

Her eyes were sarcastic.

"Afterwards, I only need to say one sentence, I am not afraid of death at all. It was Akhtar who had no firm faith and took refuge in the Witch of Death. Then for the sake of his own peace of mind, he made up Akhtar... He has long been in collusion with the Witch of Death. Or be deceived by the Witch of Death."

"Yeah, I can already imagine your ugly behavior afterwards."

The words fell.

Akhtar, who was in the duel field, seemed to hear the puppet girl's ridicule and asked suddenly.

"You won't kill me immediately after leaving the Black Rose Kingdom, right?"

"No." The Death Witch replied calmly, and Ximu seemed to have made a decision. He turned his back to the Death Witch and walked out of the duel field step by step.

Choose to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alone.

This is also a natural choice. Giving up one's beliefs is a very difficult thing in itself.

Moreover, he would be stigmatized afterwards, so choosing to leave the Black Rose Kingdom alone seemed to be a more correct choice.

……

...

The sky and the earth hang upside down.

Ximu fell from the sky, flipped his body, and landed on the streets of the Black Rose Kingdom. Under the gaze of the followers of the Goddess of Death, he walked out of the city step by step.

"That's right." The doll girl's laughter echoed in the Black Rose Kingdom, "Human beings are the worst people. In order to make themselves feel at ease, they will make up lies, slander heroes, and tamper with history."

She whispered like a demon.

"If you choose to leave the Kingdom of Black Rose, you can at least retain God's favor."

(End of this chapter)