Chapter 157 The Witch of Death's Reward

basement.

The candles placed on the old wooden table flickered with weak flames, struggling to resist the darkness in the room.

Ximu lowered his head, looked at the struggling parrot in his hand, and then glanced at the magic circle painted with mercury on the ground. Then he suddenly strangled the parrot in his hand to death. With a shrill cry, he threw the parrot's body under the sacrificial magic circle. The center of the array.

His lips moved as he uttered the spell to summon the Death Witch.

Death began to invade every corner of the room.

The body of the parrot in the magic circle suddenly flowed, igniting blue flames, and was completely swallowed up in an instant.

And the Witch of Death emerged from the blue fire. She was still dressed in the familiar look, wearing a white pointed witch hat, with long wavy blue hair hanging down, and her cold eyes making people feel inaccessible, but that The mysterious temperament deeply attracts people's attention, making it difficult to look away.

She folded her hands and fingers on her chest, sat in the blue flames, and looked at the person who summoned her with a parrot again... no, it was a dragon.

"You can contact me directly in the future, and there is no need to make such perfunctory sacrifices."

"Understood." Ximu nodded slightly, not at all troubled by believers in ordinary death, wondering whether this should respect the Witch of Death.

For him, there are usually needs for making sacrifices to summon the Death Witch, such as destroying corpses and eliminating traces in the early stage, or using the Death Witch as an excuse to make sacrifices.

And usually, of course, simpler is better.

"Why did you summon me this time?" the Witch of Death asked straight to the point. She knew that Akhtar, a man different from the black sword who served her in the past, would not summon her casually unless necessary.

"About the plan to induce the Death Goddess to appear." Ximu spoke concisely, and looking into the Death Witch's sapphire eyes, he calmly stated the next plan, "With the Death Goddess's violent personality, if there is a chance to get close to her, If you taunt her, her urge to break out of hell will become even stronger."

"The goddess of death is indeed not as stable as the goddess of life." The witch of death nodded slightly and acknowledged Akhtar's statement.

Although the goddess of death looks very cold, she is a relatively violent goddess. When someone touches her bottom line, she will show extreme aggression and directly physically destroy the person who offends her.

Of course this is without anyone trying to dissuade you.

"Then if a believer who is favored by the goddess of death stays by your side." Ximu smiled, "and then you challenge the goddess of death, is it possible that the goddess of death will rush out of hell directly and fight you to the death?"

The Witch of Death thought for a while and said:

"If there were no gods to stop me, the Goddess of Death would rush out of hell and fight me to the death. Even if she knew that my body might be unsealed, the Goddess of Death would only want to kill me as well."

In this world, there are many believers of gods who spend their whole lives praying to the gods they believe in. However, they basically cannot get the attention of the gods, and they are not even qualified to be remembered by the gods. Only those whose own light is bright enough, Only then can you attract the attention of the gods and gain their favor.

And if there is a person who can be favored by the goddess of death, then her verbal taunts to the goddess of death may really be heard by the goddess of death.

Thus stimulating the goddess of death.

"The current bishop of the Black Rose Kingdom." Ximu kept smiling, and his voice was too calm. "She performed outstandingly in sacrificing the Black Rose Kingdom, and thus gained the favor of the Goddess of Death. If you talk to her, what she said His words are likely to be heard by the goddess of death, whether they are words of admiration or ridicule."

Having said this, he smiled helplessly.

"Of course, if you can trick the bishop of the Black Rose Kingdom into becoming a believer in death, then I will be very happy."

"Is that the nun named Sharon?" asked the Witch of Death. She remembered that in the Kingdom of Black Rose, there was a sexy nun in black gelcoat who chopped off the head of the doll girl several times.

Regarding this, Ximu praised: "As expected of the Witch of Death, you can guess it right away."

The Witch of Death was not happy with the admiration. She nodded calmly and said, "If she is unwilling to join the Order of Death, then for your sake, I will spare her life."

After saying that, she stretched out a green-white finger towards Akhtar. However, Ximu immediately understood this unexplained action. She raised her hand to tear open her top, exposing her chest muscles, and then walked forward. One step forward.

This was certainly not his intention to serve the Witch of Death.

But a blessing.

The Witch of Death's green and slender fingers pointed on Akhtar's chest muscles. Her white and tender fingertips slid and her nails rubbed against the skin, outlining beautiful lines and writing words that symbolized death.

This time, the gift she bestowed was not as casual as before, but seemed very serious, and the intensity of the power of death she bestowed was different from before.

Since Akhtar has made so many contributions to her, she will naturally give out rewards. Previously, it was because Akhtar was a human and his strength was not enough to carry too much power of death.

This reward has been delayed.

And now Akhtar is no longer a human being, but a being that is bigger than a dragon, so it is natural for her to give him a favor.

After a moment, as the Death Witch made the final stroke, she calmly withdrew her hand and folded her fingers on her chest again.

"This is your reward."

"Can the power of death I carry now be comparable to the black knife that served you in the past?" Ximu touched his chest and asked the Witch of Death with pretended curiosity.

In response, the Witch of Death shook her head gently and said:

"Too much pursuit of death is not a good thing."

"Does that mean it has not reached the level of the black knife?" Ximu showed a regretful expression, but he could understand the Witch of Death's approach, because the Witch of Death, who was only in the state of a clone, could only give him the greatest favor.

To obtain a higher favor, the Witch of Death must be unsealed.

"Akhtar, you are different from her." The Witch of Death frowned, and her sapphire-like eyes reflected Akhtar's regretful expression, "You don't have to compare with her."

"Is she irreplaceable to you?" Ximu sighed lightly, and his smile was unexpectedly free and easy, but it made people feel a little sad.

This man...will he care about such things?

The Witch of Death fell silent, but thinking of Akhtar's dedicated help to her, she still explained.

"Relying too much on my power is not a good thing for you to be promoted to a demon. Black Knife does not have the qualifications to be promoted to a demon, and has also studied his abilities to a certain extent."

"Understood." Ximu smiled gently, forcibly restraining the disappointment on his face. He would not give up the power of death. Even if he had a way to crack the immortality of the gods after becoming a demon, the power of the Witch of Death was still very convenient.

So the matter of pulling the power of the Witch of Death could not be stopped.

"After opening the gate of hell, I will give you a deeper power of death." The Witch of Death added that she certainly saw that Akhtar had been helping her wholeheartedly, so she would not let Akhtar be too disappointed, although she herself felt that Akhtar's over-reliance on his own power was not a good thing.

After arriving in the realm of demons, you must find a way to expand your abilities to the omnipotent level, and only in this way can you face the gods directly.

"That's really what I'm looking forward to." The sadness on Ximu's face completely disappeared, causing the Witch of Death to frown and remind him again.

"Akhtar, you should focus more on your abilities. This will help you become a demon, and it will also help..." Before he finished speaking, Akhtar turned around and pointed to the single door in the basement.

"Let's go, Lady Witch of Death." Ximu tilted his head and smiled gently at the Witch of Death, "I'll take you to see Sharon."

Witch of Death: "..."

Forget it, this is something that Hecate, the Witch of Fate, should worry about. With the character of the Witch of Fate, she should not watch her apprentice go astray.

Thinking of this, she had no intention of persuading him.

The two left the basement.

The believers of Death along the way knelt down one after another after meeting the two, until Akhtar and the Witch of Death left and exchanged glances with each other.

They all noticed that Akhtar's shirt was torn open, and there was an obvious breath of favor from the Witch of Death.

It feels like there is a story here, but they dare not say it, and can only communicate with their eyes.

Passing through the corridor.

Arriving in front of a door.

Ximu raised his hand to push open the door, pointed at Sharon who was standing by the window in a black latex suit, and said:

"Lady Witch of Death, I still have a lot of work to do, so I won't disturb your communication, but I hope you will let Sharon leave alive for the sake of what I have done for you."

"Yeah." The Witch of Death responded coldly, and Ximu exchanged glances with Sharon in the room, then turned and left the room.

Now he was going to meet a woman, and he didn't have time to waste on the Witch of Death and Sharon, so he let them go through the plot by themselves.

Anyway, they were all smart women, and even if they didn't mediate, they could achieve a subtle harmony driven by interests.

And not long after he left.

Sharon's cold eyes met the Witch of Death, but they only met for a moment, and she subconsciously looked away.

Fear... no, more accurately, it was the instinct deep in her body that wanted to survive that suppressed her subjective consciousness and prevented her from looking directly at death.

So she looked away involuntarily.

"It's really hard to imagine why Akhtar can talk to you so easily." She said what she was thinking.

"Are you too kind to Akhtar?"

"Rather than saying that I'm too kind to Akhtar, it's better to say that the goddess of death is too stingy." The death witch said in a cold voice, "This is why Akhtar completely abandoned the power of the goddess of death and completely accepted my power."

Sharon was speechless.

Why did she suddenly turn to the topic of the goddess of death being stingy? Obviously, the goddess of death has always been like this, letting her believers explore the path of death with their own abilities.

However, compared with the way the goddess of death freed her believers, the death witch was obviously more generous and generous. Soon after Akhtar joined the Death Cult, she gave him a powerful favor, gave him a divine weapon, and let Akhtar hold a high position.

Few people can hold on to this trust and generosity.

And at this moment.

[Who is stingy, this damn witch... Let me go, I'm calm! ] Faintly, Sharon heard a suppressed and angry voice.

And she was very familiar with this angry female voice, it was the goddess of death who gave her the favor of death, which also meant that the witch of death unintentionally belittled the goddess of death, which was heard by the goddess of death.

"My God is also very generous." Sharon quickly defended, but this sentence was not to refute the Witch of Death.

Instead, she was trying to appease the Goddess of Death behind the scenes.

"The Goddess of Death just doesn't care." The Witch of Death shook her head and said calmly in an objective and calm tone, "She is just a goddess who thinks about herself all the time and doesn't care about others at all."

[Who thinks about himself all the time? If you have the ability, come and try my workload! ] The more angry female voice echoed in Sharon's mind, making her realize that she must find a way to change the topic, otherwise it might stimulate the Goddess of Death to run out of hell.

Once the Goddess of Death comes to the world, it will be an irreversible disaster.

"Actually, I came here to see you to ask you to untie the overlap of life and death." Sharon lowered her proud head, "Please restore the order of life and death to normal, and let the souls of the world go to the right world."

"..." The Witch of Death did not answer, turned and walked outside, and then a cold voice came:

"Human, follow me."

"..." Sharon hesitated, but still followed the back of the Witch of Death.

Now she had no choice. If she couldn't make the Witch of Death change her mind, she would have to find a way to find the guy who cooperated with the Witch of Death.

Only in this way can the crisis of life and death be solved.

...

...

At the same time.

In front of the castle gate.

"Bang!" After Ximu walked out of the gate, a red-haired woman flew backwards and brushed past him, causing a gust of wind to blow up his black hair on his forehead.

Then he felt a vibration coming from behind.

Turning his head, he saw a red-haired woman with patterns on her arms, her head stuck in the wall.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"Are you okay?" Ximu asked, and then saw the red-haired woman with her head stuck in the wall move her body, support her head with both hands, and then shake her head, shaking off the stone chips in her hair.

"Lord Akhtar, there are two women who claim to be your friends." The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms moved her neck, "They look like kind-hearted women, not like your companions."

Ximu: "..."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am really Akhtar's friend." A calm female voice came, Ximu turned his head and saw Eden walking slowly in a cloak.

She took off her cloak, revealing her delicate face:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Akhtar for confirmation."

"Eden is indeed my friend." Ximu met the red-haired woman's gaze and acknowledged Eden's identity. Then he saw the red-haired woman showing a relaxed smile, pointing to another woman who came in, and said with a smile:

"Then she is also a friend of Lord Akhtar, right?"

"..."

Ximu looked in the direction she pointed, and what caught his eye was a woman with rose-red hair. She was wearing a long dress similar to a nun's uniform, with light red eye shadow, and she had both the elegance of a noble lady and the dignity of a nun.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"I don't know her." He shook his head, and the red-haired woman immediately showed a dangerous smile when she heard it, and a fluorescent green light burst out from her body, and the airflow began to become turbulent.

The wind brushed across the ground.

"We all believe in the goddess of life, so why can't we be considered friends?" The woman with long rose-colored hair immediately explained.

She raised her hand and gently gathered her hair by her ears, revealing a gemstone earring.

"I always feel that believers of the Goddess of Life are each other's family and friends."

"Are you a believer of the Goddess of Life?" Ximu frowned, and saw the woman with rose-colored hair smiling and said to him:

"Although I am a novice nun, I am indeed a believer of the Goddess of Life."

"Then use a life-related prayer." Ximu's eyes were cold, and his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, making the woman with rose-colored hair suddenly nervous.

"Nun Caroline is officially certified." Caroline maintained an elegant and charming smile and took out a relevant certificate.

"Your Excellency Akhtar can take a look."

"..." Ximu took the certificate and looked at it. It was indeed certified by the Church of the Goddess of Life, but he still asked coldly:

"The certificate can be disguised, but the prayer of the life system cannot be used. Can you... use the prayer of life?"

Of course not.

Caroline thought so. She had accepted the certificate of the Church of the Goddess of Life for less than a day, and she did not believe in the Goddess of Life.

But the God of Beauty and Art.

But she also knew that if she said it, Akhtar's attitude would change drastically. Even if he didn't get angry and kill her with a sword, other followers of the Death would not let her leave alive.

She might have experienced unimaginable torture before death, which made it impossible for her to close her legs after death.

"Sir Akhtar, why are you so resistant to the fact that I am a follower of the Goddess of Life?" Caroline sighed, "Or are you actually unwilling to face us?"

She crossed her hands in front of her belly, and her temperament changed, revealing the unique maternal and tolerant sense of the followers of the Goddess of Life.

Although she is not a follower of the Goddess of Life.

But who made her a resident of the Kingdom of Art? She has been trained in acting since she was a child, and she looks very much like one when she pretends.

And her figure is very suitable for the performance of the followers of the Goddess of Life.

"..." Ximu sighed, which made Caroline secretly relieved, knowing that she had gotten away with it, and she didn't have to worry about being insulted to the point of not being able to close her legs. With Akhtar's status in the Death Cult, he only needed one word to let her leave safely.

But her trip was not to escape.

"As for your position, we actually understand it very well." Carolyn lowered her eyes, showing a look of pity.

"You must have made a lot of efforts to prevent the goddess of life from conflicting with the witch of death."

As for the fact that the Death Cult deliberately avoids the believers of the Goddess of Life, they have already noticed that if this has nothing to do with Akhtar, then they definitely don’t believe it. It must be Akhtar’s influence on the Death. The witch requested that the Death Cult launch a war and try not to conflict with the Life Church.

And this is why she wears the identity of a novice nun of the Church of Life and comes to the Order of Death, just to meet Akhtar and shake Akhtar through words, so that the country of art can breathe. opportunity.

"There is no effort. Lady Death Witch is very kind and directly agrees to my request." Ximu shook his head and smiled freely.

However, everyone present could see that there were many complicated inside stories. She was the Witch of Death. How could she easily agree to the request of a believer? She must have to pay an unimaginable price.

Maybe Akhtar will go against his own wishes and do many things that he doesn't want to do.

Otherwise, why would the Witch of Death agree to Akhtar's request.

"The goddess of life will definitely forgive you." Carolyn clasped her hands and showed a gentle smile, which made Akhtar's face look much better.

Ximu suppressed the cold expression on his face and looked at Carolian's gentle expression:

"Why do you know I'm here?"

Of course the astrologers tell us that.

Carolyn thought so, but did not say it out loud. She put down her hands that were tightly clasped in front of her chest and showed a sad expression to Akhtar:

"I'm here to negotiate with the Order of Death."

She spoke softly.

"If the Order of Death is allowed to capture the Kingdom of Art, it will definitely cause a major disaster, which will definitely make the "Goddess of Life" sad. Therefore, I am here hoping to talk to the Order of Death."

"Hey, you bitch!" The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and the storm turned into a sharp blade, grazing Carolian.

"Do you want to use Lord Akhtar to make us withdraw our troops?"

"I'm sorry, I...I did have such thoughts after meeting Lord Akhtar." Carolyn lowered her head guiltily, looking at the gap cut under her feet, feeling that her heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out, and she felt that He was almost about to be quartered.

But she still maintained her proper attitude.

"If the followers of the Goddess of Life want to leave," Ximu said, looking into Carolian's eyes, "I can guarantee that the Order of Death will not stop you and allow all of you to leave safely."

"You heard me, this is already a big concession." The red-haired woman with tattoos on her arms looked extremely unhappy, "Don't be ungrateful."

"As long as you are a believer in the goddess of life, can you leave?" Karulian asked, and then heard Akhtar add.

"Temporarily joining the Church of the Goddess of Life, or joining verbally, does not count." Ximu shook his head, "If you want to collectively let everyone pretend to believe in the Goddess of Life, so that we give up the attack, it will only lead to the death of the Cult. Kill everyone without distinction."

"Your Excellency Akhtar, please think of another way." Carolyn showed a pitiful expression, trying to get Akhtar to change his words, although she knew that Akhtar might really have no way, even if Akhtar If you can really do it, you will have to pay a huge price, but that is no longer within the scope of her consideration.

The most important thing now is to solve the crisis in the country of art.

"..."

Xi Mu raised his head and looked at the blue sky. He didn't immediately answer Carolyn's plea.

In fact, he didn't hate Carolyn. This woman just gave him an excuse to join the war in the country of art.

for a long time.

"I'll give it a try." Akhtar turned around and walked out into the depths of the castle, but after walking a few steps, he turned to look at Eden aside and said:

"Come with me, I will arrange a room for you to rest."

"..." Eden nodded, silently followed Akhtar's footsteps, and disappeared with him under the gaze of everyone.

Carolyn, who stayed in place, nervously tugged on the hem of her skirt. She realized that her situation was very dangerous. She was under the watchful eyes of many followers of death. If any hot-headed believers of death rushed out, she would be in danger. Life is about to end here.

I don’t know if the soul can go to hell if killed by a believer of death, or if it is sacrificed to the witch of death and the soul is stuffed into a wick forever and tortured forever.

"You...are so annoying and disgusting!" The woman with tattoos on her arms walked up to Carolyn with an extremely unhappy expression. "Since you know this is very embarrassing, why don't you bring it up in the first place? Why don't you just Have you never thought about the price Lord Akhtar will pay?"

She reached out and pinched Carolyn's neck.

"Being able to prevent the Death Cult from taking action against the Goddess of Life Church is already a huge concession. Why aren't you satisfied yet?"

"Sorry." Carolyn apologized softly, which made the red-haired woman with tattoos even more unhappy. She had no ill feelings towards Akhtar, but was full of respect and compassion. That man could obtain the favor of the Witch of Death, If he can still become the most famous hero in this world, he is doomed... to the end.

People will certainly ask Akhtar to influence the Cult of Death, until one day Akhtar is spurned by everyone.

From a hero to a hypocritical cultist in people's mouths.

After a while.

After discussing with the Witch of Death, Ximu walked out of the castle again. Under the gaze of everyone, he came to Caroline.

"The Witch of Death gave...conditions." His eyes were cold. "As long as I kill one believer of the gods, three believers of the gods will be allowed to survive."

"Ah?" Caroline was stunned. This was not what she expected, but it was reasonable.

"I refused. It's too strange to kill a few people for the majority." Ximu turned around and said to Caroline with his back to her:

"The Witch of Death allowed me not to participate in the war of the Kingdom of Art, and I don't plan to stay in the Kingdom of Art,"

He waved his hand.

"You go."

"Wait, Mr. Akhtar." Caroline subconsciously reached out and wanted to grab Akhtar's wrist, but was hit by the storm in the lower abdomen, and directly pushed her out and flew towards the direction of the Kingdom of Art.

"Hmph!" The red-haired woman with flowery arms snorted, feeling annoyed with this entangled woman.

At the same time.

On the other side.

Caroline, who was blown away by the storm, seemed to be thrown at the barrier of the Kingdom of Art like a stone, but at the moment when it was about to touch the barrier, the barrier that was enough to resist the Death Cult collapsed.

And her body flying backwards also fell smoothly into the Kingdom of Art.

"Boom!" Caroline's body fell on the square. After she recovered and stood up, she witnessed... hell.

"Hahahaha, run, hide, scream!" The killer holding two knives was killing people indiscriminately in the square, and the chaotic breath of death he exuded showed his identity as a cultist.

The Cult of Death successfully invaded the Kingdom of Art.

In the distance, more cultists came and began to launch a general attack on the Kingdom of Art.

We can't stay here any longer.

Caroline gritted her teeth and wanted to turn around and run away, but she was confronted by a cultist, a shark girl who was carrying a sawtooth broadsword and proudly raised her delicate little face.

"Ha~ a fish that slipped through the net." Shark girl raised the sawtooth broadsword, and Caroline was so scared that she took out the certificate of the Church of the Goddess of Life.

"I am an apprentice nun of life, don't kill me."

"..." Shark girl's expression froze, looking at the human woman with sweat on her forehead, she pulled the corner of her mouth.

Then she chopped it down with a knife.

Blood flew everywhere, and Caroline's body was broken into two pieces, but she did not die directly, retaining a clear consciousness and strong pain.

After overlapping the order of life and death, as long as the members of the Cult of Death do not attach the power of death, they will not easily cause death.

"Since you are a believer of the Goddess of Life, you can heal yourself, right?" Shark said, then turned around and left to find another opponent.

"Ahhh... It hurts!" Caroline cried in pain while crawling, grabbing her severed lower body, drinking a healing potion for herself, and then forcibly connecting her lower body, enduring the pain to piece her body together.

Then she began to flee.

The fire spread to every corner of the city, and everywhere she saw was killing and despair. There was no one at all... No, there were only a few exceptions.

The believers of the Goddess of Life would not be attacked, but they had no way to save the situation. They could only find ways to treat and flee with the residents in the city.

As for fighting the Cult of Death... No, as long as the believers of the Goddess of Life took the initiative, the believers of Death would decisively fight back.

This would instead result in the believers of the Goddess of Life being unable to rescue more people, resulting in more deaths.

And at this moment.

"That's enough. Let's stop here."

The male voice suddenly spread throughout the Kingdom of Art, causing the fleeing Caroline to stop. At the end of the burning road, Akhtar walked in alone, followed by a shark girl, and the two walked into the chaotic battlefield one after the other.

Then, the battle came to an abrupt end.

The cultists who had been slaughtering wantonly seemed to have received some instructions and stopped obediently, but they did not choose to withdraw from the Kingdom of Art. They just began to gather behind Akhtar and formed a mighty army of cultists.

"What is going on?" Caroline blinked her eyes, looking at the mighty army of the Cult of Death coming towards her, subconsciously took a step back, but fell to the ground unsteadily.

"You... are too stubborn." Ximu lowered his head, looked at Caroline who was sitting on the ground, and stretched out his hand.

"You actually smashed the barrier of the Kingdom of Art?"

"I smashed the barrier?" Caroline was stunned, but she still held the hand that Akhtar handed to her.

"Of course I was joking." Ximu turned his head and looked at the mighty army coming in the distance. He drew back the Great Sword of Death and swung it, drawing a clear dividing line on the ground.

And the army that came also stopped at the boundary of the dividing line.

"The majority and the minority, how to choose?"

"I... don't know." Caroline answered, looking at the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art who were confronting Akhtar, and fell into confusion.

Why did the situation become like this.

"Why not ask them how they would choose." Ximu patted Caroline's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I'm waiting for your answer here."