Chapter 155 Host, I Feel the Breath of a High-Quality Witch!

"Before answering this question." A black dragon came out, its huge body blocked the sunlight, covering Akhtar and the white-haired loli.

He lowered his head and stared at the human in front of him.

"You are the enemy of the Dragon Empire, right?"

"Of course." Ximu looked at the dragons that surrounded him and found that they did not have a very deep hostility in their eyes, but rather a kind of expectation.

He gently shook the sword of death.

"The aura of the dragon curse on me should be very clear, right?"

"Very clear!" The black dragon grinned and showed his ferocious teeth, and his breath became irritable, "Akhtar, let's make a deal, how about it?"

Ximu smiled and said, "I'll give you a few words."

"..." Hearing this, the black dragon set his eyes on the white-haired loli, with malicious eyes. He didn't care much about the popular dragon princess, although she was very cute, but that was just cute.

In the face of freedom, cuteness is not worth mentioning.

"If you kill Evelyn, all of us dragons will pledge allegiance to you and acknowledge you as the Dragon King, how about that?"

After being released from prison, they received a task. As long as they bite the most famous hero in this world to death, they can get the maximum reduction in sentence, from the original life imprisonment to 9,000 years of imprisonment.

Not to mention whether they can survive 9,000 years, when they come out after 9,000 years, they will be old and frail dragons, and they will not have much energy to do their own things.

So, after they learned about Akhtar's intelligence, they easily reached a consensus, that is, to betray the Dragon Empire, join the Death Witch Cult behind Akhtar, and become unscrupulous cultists.

But before that, they have to confirm one thing, that is, Akhtar really has nothing to do with the Dragon Empire, otherwise they will not feel at ease to rebel.

And what Akhtar needs to do is to strangle the lovely Dragon Princess in his arms to death and stand completely on the opposite side of the Dragon Empire.

Then they can follow Akhtar with confidence.

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, and looked at the white-haired loli who happened to look up. The white-haired loli in his arms was very soft, and her delicate cheeks looking at him were also very cute and beautiful, which made people feel pity as long as they looked at her.

"More than ninety powerful evil dragons, if they join the Cult of Death, it must be a great help."

His eyes turned cold.

"If you want to accomplish great things that subvert the world, you can't be shaken by beauty."

From the perspective of interests alone, strangling the white-haired loli in his arms to death in exchange for the support of ninety powerful evil dragons is a sure win in any case.

With strength and support from forces, there is no need to worry about not having beauties, even though the white-haired loli is a very rare beauty.

But it can't affect his achievement.

"..." The white-haired loli didn't speak, and looked at Akhtar calmly, watching this man scare her quietly.

She is not a timid and indecisive person, on the contrary, she has a very high accumulation of knowledge, so she can see at a glance that Akhtar doesn't want to kill her.

Otherwise, Akhtar should have killed her without saying anything.

"It's a pity that I have already promised to take your soul out of hell." Ximu raised his hand and touched the white-haired loli's cheek, then turned over and got off the horse and walked towards the dragons.

"Partner, take her away from here."

"..." The little mare rubbed her hooves on the ground, looking at Akhtar's reliable and firm back, she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She was not worried about Akhtar's safety at all.

However, the white-haired loli showed a worried look, clenched her fists against her chest, took a deep breath, and said:

"Akhtar, you have to pay attention to safety." As soon as the words fell, the mare carrying her had already set off, disappearing from the spot as if it was lightning, and the speed was not inferior to the Thunder Dragon King. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the field of vision and disappeared completely.

"Okay, next is our battle." Ximu withdrew his sight and grinned at the dragons, revealing an expectant and bloodthirsty smile.

The leading black dragon was silent when he saw this, and asked: "Ahtar, is it normal for you to give up the loyalty of ninety evil dragons for a woman?"

He exhaled sparks.

"Or are you originally on the side of the Dragon Empire?!"

"Ha~ Your value is limited to being killed by me." Ximu sneered, and the Death Sword in his hand ignited with flames, waiting for the evil dragons on the opposite side to show all their strength.

"Can I show myself!" The leading black dragon roared to the sky, and the strong magic power that spread turned into a gust of wind. The body also underwent a huge change, and heads emerged from its back, and the size was also changing rapidly.

And the changes were not limited to the leading black dragon. The other more than ninety evil dragons also underwent huge changes, turning into various strange creatures, just like the monster witch exerted her power on the ninety evil dragons.

Ximu looked up at the nearly 100 monsters surrounding him, and drew his sword without hesitation. The flames of death, like ink splashing, turned with the sword tip, forming a crescent moon in the air, directly splitting the leading black dragon in half.

"Hahahaha... Don't let me down!" The wild laughter echoed in the battlefield. Ximu's body turned in the air, and the greatsword of death swung, and a black crescent shot out, cutting off the neck of a nearby dragon that was gritting its teeth.

Blood gushed from the dragon's neck, like a small volcano, and the hot dragon blood turned into a rainstorm.

And at this moment.

A woman... no, it should be a witch.

Ximu, who was laughing wildly and killing, saw a vague figure of a woman in his vision. She looked at him and said something with her lips slightly parted, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Of course, he didn't bother to care.

"Human!" The besieged dragons roared angrily, no longer caring about the distance between each other, and spit out dragon breath.

The fire engulfed everything.

The dragons present flew away, some dragons jumped in the direction to capture the white-haired loli, and some dragons stayed to surround and kill Akhtar.

Whether they killed Akhtar or caught the white-haired loli, it would be beneficial for them.

The fire converged.

Ximu walked out, his injured body healed rapidly, and two figures emerged from the shadow behind him, one was a clone who looked the same as him, and the other was a woman wrapped in a black robe.

"I have no chance of winning against so many dragons alone." He explained to the dragons who were in doubt in the distance, and then rushed out without hesitation, using his smaller size to get close to the dragons to fight in close combat, avoiding being hit by the dragon's breath.

Although his strength is very strong now, he will still be burned to death by the dragon's breath if he faces more than 90 dragons at the same time, so he must fight in close combat with the dragons. Once he has a sufficient distance, the dragons can ignore accidental injuries and kill him with their dragon breath.

So his fighting style was active from the beginning.

"Roar!"

The blue dragon wailed in pain, flapping its huge wings, trying to blow the man on his back away, but Akhtar dragged the greatsword of death and swept along the spine, directly splitting his spine in two.

Then he turned into starlight and disappeared from the spot, flashing in front of another dragon, maintaining a close combat strategy.

On the other side.

Holding the Sword of Light, the clone fought with the dragons with its strong recovery ability. He did not show the almost predictable fighting skills like Akhtar, although his fighting skills were relatively excellent.

However, as long as there is a comparison, there is a sense of rigidity.

This is a matter of course. Although he can copy all the equipment and skills of Akhtar, he is still a clone after all and cannot reach the same level as the original body.

And he gave the Great Sword of Death to... Miss Black Knife, which means that the clone has lost a powerful weapon and cannot wield the Great Sword of Death as Akhtar does to break the enemy's defense and force the dragons to die.

So the clone has a hard time fighting.

However, Miss Black Knife, holding the Great Sword of Death, was very sharp and decisive, like a blade polished to the extreme, which would cut through people's skin and flesh as long as it was slightly close.

Coupled with the ghostly steps, it was even more difficult to predict his whereabouts.

"I thought he would choose to escape, but I didn't expect him to choose to fight head-on." The White Dragon King looked at the battlefield in the distance, then turned his head to look at the mare beside him and asked, "Sleipnir, your master is very keen on fighting."

The mare did not answer.

She was just a horse that could not speak, and there was no need to explain to the White Dragon King that Akhtar was not her master, but her partner.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, Akhtar was already her master.

"As expected of the world's fastest divine horse, he is just aloof." The White Dragon King laughed heartily, and did not care about Sleipnir's aloof reaction.

However, the white-haired loli next to her noticed something. She looked at the eight-legged divine horse next to her and whispered:

"Sleipnir, you can talk...right?"

The little mare: "..."

These two dragons are so annoying. Why do they care whether she can talk? Akhtar is more valuable than paying attention to her.

"Anyway, it is the top monster." The White Dragon King touched his chin and analyzed calmly, "Sleipnir should have the ability to speak and transform into a human form."

He laughed.

"Do you have a relationship in private?"

"..."The little mare was silent for a while, and stepped forward with her hoof. She planned to leave these two dragons talking to themselves and fight side by side with Akhtar.

Otherwise, with Akhtar's current high-intensity battle, he will soon fall into a state of lack of magic power. With her cooperating with Akhtar in the battle, there is no doubt that it can reduce the pressure.

However,

"Die!" The situation on the battlefield changed dramatically. Akhtar paused, and was swallowed by the red dragon. The dragon's teeth were tightly closed, and the dragon's breath in the abdomen suddenly burst out, and the hot flames splashed out along the teeth.

In the mouth of the red dragon, a high-pressure environment was formed. The scorching heat carried by the dragon's breath was enough to evaporate steel. In this environment, the human body would turn into ashes in an instant, and there was no possibility of survival.

But... it was not a human, so the situation was completely different.

"Puchi." The great sword of death penetrated, and a hand covered with dragon scales drilled out of the red dragon's head, and then a human-shaped dragon crawled out.

He squatted on the red dragon's head and observed his condition.

The battlefield also subtly quieted down.

It's not that the evil dragons are being gentlemanly and unwilling to besiege Akhtar at this time. It's simply that the existence in front of them is too... weird, or scary.

Yes, it's a monster.

Standing on the head of the red dragon, Akhtar is like a monster, as if the human skin has been torn off and the true face is revealed. The breath is very close to that of a dragon, but the body is very similar to that of a human, more like the elements of a dragon are draped on the human body.

Although he has the breath of a dragon, the scales of a dragon, and the eyes of a dragon, his body is very close to that of a human.

"Ah... I will go to hell to find you, but not at this time." Akhtar suddenly spoke to the unknown person.

The evil dragons present were slightly stunned when they saw this, and looked around, but they still didn't find anyone. However, if they had the same eyes as Akhtar, they would be able to find a vague female figure standing next to Akhtar and talking.

This is a figure that can only be seen by those who use dragon magic and successfully seize the power of dragons. It is the creation witch from hell.

What she said was very simple.

Open the gate of hell, free her from hell, and she will give Akhtar a gift.

"Let me get through the crisis now, okay?" Ximu clenched the great sword of death in his hand, and ignited the black flames that symbolized death.

The vague female figure turned her head and looked at the dragons around her, saying something that only Akhtar could hear.

Should she give Akhtar the power to overcome the difficulties in front of him?

Ximu did not answer, his body changed from static to dynamic, and rushed towards the dragons. He had to harvest as many experience points as possible.

As long as the battle losses of these evil dragons were high, they would not be able to help but start to flee, and would not fight with the players until the last dragon died.

So he had to take advantage of the morale of these evil dragons and harvest as many experience points as possible from the evil dragons.

The vague female figure stood in place, silently observing Akhtar's battle until the evil dragons began to flee and the battle was completely over.

She disappeared in satisfaction.

[Host, I sense the breath of a high-quality witch! ] The system's excited voice sounded, [That is a powerful witch who is not inferior to the witch of death! ]

Ximu pretended not to hear it, looking up at the blue sky. There were several dragon corpses around him, and his whole body was dyed red with blood.

Now he is no longer in the state of dragon transformation, and his appearance is no different from the original, but his essence is very different.

If he was a human before, then he is now a dragon disguised as a human.

[Why can't the host still hear it? Is it because I adjusted it wrong? ] The system muttered and continued to work hard.

There is no doubt about his host.