Chapter 138 Arrival at the Plague Temple

"Then you have to try your best." Ximu turned his wrist, and the Great Sword of Death blocked the attack of Count Dracula, revealing a dangerous smile, "If you can't kill me now, then there will be no chance in the future."

"Human, I will make your soul completely corrupt!" Count Dracula's voice was low and full of firm killing intent. He knew that what Akhtar said was true. With Akhtar's genius, it would take only a short time to completely surpass him.

And he naturally had no chance to kill Akhtar.

"If you can do it." Ximu took a step back, just avoiding the Blasphemous Knight Sword, and then his body began to emit high temperature, as if he had turned into charcoal.

His smile became cold.

"Vampire, if you can't kill me, then... I will hunt you down and kill everyone around you."

"Human, are you still a hero?" Count Dracula roared angrily. He never expected that he would be threatened by Akhtar, a man who was considered a flawless hero. This was beyond his expectations.

In response, Ximu responded coldly: "Since you are a hero, you should destroy all vampires."

Based on his understanding of Count Dracula, the NPC, when he falls into a disadvantage, there is a certain probability that he will run away. However, as long as you continue to verbally taunt Count Dracula and threaten him at the same time.

Even if Count Dracula is in an absolute disadvantage, he will continue to fight the player to the death until he is completely killed by the player.

Can't lose!

Count Dracula gritted his teeth and fought with such a belief. Even if he drained his soul, he would kill Akhtar.

Otherwise, he could not accept the consequences.

"Clang!" The swords collided, and a whistling wind burst out. The most intense battle unfolded within a distance of less than one meter.

The cold moonlight passed through the church's painted glass and sprinkled on the figures of the two fighting. The high-speed moving bodies and waving swords exceeded the limit that the retina could capture, and the spreading impact shook the church.

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At the same time.

Outside.

"Suna, is there anything on my face?" Eden's delicate face showed doubts, and she met Suna's eyes. She found that Suna had been staring at her eyes for a long time, but she never took the initiative to bring up a topic with her.

Suna was slightly stunned when she heard the words, looking at Eden's emerald green eyes, and whispered: "You are...looking at Akhtar, right?"

"Yeah." Eden nodded gently, and cast his eyes back to the battlefield. He knew the strength of Count Dracula, which had exceeded the limit of human beings, so she was a little worried that Akhtar would have an accident.

However, the actual battle situation was somewhat different from what she expected. The person who had the upper hand... was Akhtar.

Not Count Dracula.

"Bang!" After an unknown number of collisions, the Blasphemous Knight Sword slipped out of his hand, turned several times in the air, and pierced into the stone slabs on the ground of the church.

"I have to praise it."

Ximu cut off Count Dracula's elbow with a backhand sword, and before Count Dracula could react, he took out the spear that pierced the undead and pierced Count Dracula's chest.

"Dracula, you... are a good guy, I will probably not forget you for a long time."

"I don't want to be remembered by you!" Count Dracula has not given up the fight and tried to pull out the spear that was sucked into his heart.

Compared with ordinary life, vampires are more difficult to kill, but if they are pierced through the brain and heart, they will inevitably fall into death.

Unless they can be transformed into the original vampire.

Ximu did not speak, looking at Count Dracula who was still struggling, from anger to powerlessness... and despair.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in hunting down the people around you." He came close to Count Dracula and grabbed the spear that pierced the immortal.

"I lied to you before." After he finished speaking, he pulled out the spear that pierced the immortal, and Count Dracula also showed a relaxed expression when he heard it. He believed Akhtar's words. The other party was a hero after all.

He shouldn't lie to himself.

As for the desecrated church, it began to dissipate like smoke after Count Dracula's death, allowing Akhtar to return to the outside world.

"Akhtar, are you okay?" A familiar female voice came from his ears. Ximu turned his head and saw that Mist shook the bloody long knife, and there were more than a dozen corpses of dusk believers around him.

Her eyes revealed concern and she walked over quickly.

"Don't worry." Ximu smiled gently and looked very calm.

However, Mist could see that Akhtar's magic power was insufficient and his condition was very bad. It was obvious that he had been engaged in a high-intensity battle.

The loss of magic power is not necessarily linked to the duration of the battle, but more depends on how it is used. If the magic power is consumed continuously and intensively during the process, even if you have a huge amount of magic power, it will be exhausted very quickly.

"Next, let me protect you." She took the initiative to walk to Akhtar's side and acted as a guard.

Ximu smiled and looked at the tall, stern and dashing Mister beside him, with long red wavy hair, and said:

"Wait until I get rid of that guy, then we can talk." He pointed at Hercules in the sky. "The Twilight Cult will not stop attacking unless that guy is solved."

Mister looked in the direction he pointed and then fell into silence.

She guessed what Akhtar was going to do next. Akhtar took out the Sword of Light, clapped his hands vigorously, and chanted the summoning spell. With the creeping shadow, a clone that looked like Akhtar appeared.

"Don't... run around." Ximu said softly, aiming at Hercules in the sky with the clone.

With Hercules' strength, it was impossible to kill him with just the release of the Sword of Light. Only by releasing twice at the same time could Hercules be effectively killed.

A moment later.

The light... penetrated the sky, and the cross-cutting light hit Hercules at a speed that was almost impossible to dodge.

Then.

"Clang." The sound of the Sword of Light falling sounded, and Akhtar's body fell back and fell into Mist's arms, falling into a state of complete powerlessness.

At this time, he was the weakest, and even a small-time dusk believer could kill him.

However,

"Get out of the way!" Misty casually swung her long knife and killed several Twilight followers who were approaching. Then she focused her attention on Akhtar.

"Come, drink some magic potion to replenish your magic power." She squatted down, let Akhtar rest his head on her knees, took out the magic potion beside her, and gently poured it into Akhtar's mouth. As for the Twilight followers around who had bad intentions.

That didn't matter. Anyway, they... couldn't get close.

Do you want to go?

A nearby Twilight follower with a scar on his face pinched the axe in his hand, looking at the red-haired lady who was taking care of people on the battlefield, and the man lying limply on the woman's knees, and fell into hesitation.

The woman's momentum... was too terrible, so his instinct resisted him from getting close.

After thinking about it.

The Twilight follower with a scar on his face turned around and went to trouble other heroes. As for the red-haired woman, let others deal with it.

And he was not the only one who had this idea. The Twilight followers all gave up trouble with Misty and Akhtar.

As a result, there was an empty spot on the battlefield.

"Send me to Eden." Ximu stood up by supporting himself on the ground, pulled out the sword of light that was stabbed into the ground, and said to Misty:

"Then, please clean up the invading dusk believers."

"Is that woman trustworthy?" Misty asked, and after seeing Akhtar nod, she did not question too much.

Instead, she reached out and hugged Akhtar around the waist.

"I'll take you to her." She explained, holding Akhtar across the battlefield and heading to Eden.

In response, Ximu was not shy, but enjoyed Misty's protection with peace of mind, and also looked at the status bar.

Race: "Human."

Level: "96."

Skills: "Ten Shadow Magics, Life Prayer, Death Prayer, Ash Fire, Destiny Prayer."

Talent: "Player"

Achievements: "Impossible Miracle, Princess's Lover, Death Guide, Money Rolling, Touching the Hero's Blade, Dragon Hunter, Dwarf Enemy, Giant Enemy, Hatched God's Enemy, Witch's Disciple, Cutting Off the Undying, Hero Enemy of God."

The status bar did not change much, only the level column had a subversive change, which was the huge benefit he brought by assassinating the God of Blood, and the benefit brought by repeatedly brushing the experience value by using Suna to read the file.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The extra experience value blessing from the "Player" ability is the reason why he has grown so quickly.

Otherwise, he would not be able to reach level 96 now.

As for the achievements in the status bar, except for a few people who were promoted because of their accumulated deeds, there was not much increase.

But it can bring him a sense of accomplishment.

At the same time.

On the other side.

"The opponent was robbed." The Red Dragon King frowned and shook his head. He felt helpless about Akhtar's sudden attack and killing Hercules. He was obviously a guy who could arouse his interest in fighting.

"Forget it, let's clean up the battlefield first." Shaking his head, he turned into a red dragon and focused his attention on the battlefield.

Then he spit out a blazing sun.

"Boom!" The sun fell to the lower world, erupting into a raging sea of ​​fire. The dusk believers who tried to attack the seal of the source of fear were instantly burned.

The victory and defeat were... tilted.

Not long after.

With the hard work of many heroes and the help of Mist, the dusk believers were swept away. Except for a few eye-catching dusk believers who escaped, most of them had been solved.

And the mobile disaster country began to move again, heading towards the direction of the plague temple.

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"Akhtar, you are about to reach the limit of human beings." Thor sat cross-legged on the stone slab, looking at Akhtar leaning against the stone not far away, and said seriously:

"What are you going to do next?"

"…"

Ximu did not answer.

"I will probably try to become a demon." Thor laughed heartily. He was very clear about the so-called genius personality. He was a genius with an amazing growth rate before, and he wanted to become a demon naturally.

However, the invisible barrier kept blocking him, so he could never succeed.

Until later he met a mysterious woman from the Dragon Empire... No, it could also be a witch. The witch gave him a magic that could obtain the power of the demon, allowing him to successfully surpass the limit of the human realm.

"Since there is a chance to surpass the limit of the human realm, I want to try it." Ximu once again expressed his thoughts, looking at Eden who was silent beside him and said:

"I can't think of a reason to give up."

Thor: "..."

It was obviously him who started the topic, why did Akhtar look at Eden and say that he wanted to become a demon, what does this have to do with Eden.

"Speaking of which, Thor?" Ximu seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked Thor, "You also use the power of the demon, right?"

"Yes." Thor admitted without hesitation.

"Then can you use the power of the witch?" Ximu asked, leaving Thor speechless, he looked down at his crotch.

"No one has tried this kind of thing, at least I don't know of any man who has followed the path of the witch."

Ximu was shocked: "The abilities of the witch are all very interesting."

"It's better not to try." Waving his hand, Thor said bluntly, "Whether it is strong or not, it still depends on the individual's development of the ability."

At this point, he added another sentence.

"And it depends on the compatibility. Generally speaking, we have a higher compatibility with demons, so it is difficult for us to follow the path of witches."

"Then I'd better study how to become a demon." Ximu said uninterested, and the man fell silent.

Thor did not say much about this.

There are too many geniuses in this world who think they can become demons. Only when they encounter invisible barriers will they fall into despair and start to seek other ways. Before that, no matter what he says, it is meaningless.

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Plague Temple.

In the past, it was a place of worship for all nations, but now it seems very...cold and lonely.

This is also a matter of course. The Plague Goddess has been assassinated, and the Plague believers have lost their gods of faith, so they naturally have no reason to stay in the Plague God.

But today the Plague Temple is lively.

A small land covers the sky above the Plague Temple, blocking almost all sunlight.

"The Goddess of Lies, it's time... to appear." Ximu stretched out his hand, touched the red barrier, and whispered:

"It's almost time to unseal it."

"..."

No one responded.

But Akhtar was sure that the goddess of lies must have heard what he said at this moment, but she just chose not to answer him.

"The gentle, lovely, beautiful goddess of lies." Ximu said expressionlessly, and changed his words, "You are almost ready to unlock the seal."

"Yeah, I heard it."