Chapter 173 Jumping Into Hell

"Stop it here, Goddess of Death." The Goddess of Lies raised her hand to lift the hair beside her ears, and looked at the tall mature woman opposite. Her long, ink-like hair was hanging down, tied with a knot at the end, and smeared with lavender. She wore eye shadow and was wearing something similar to a suit that wrapped her body very tightly, with only one hand exposed holding a hunting scythe.

However, even though she was dressed so conservatively, it still couldn't hide the curves of her mature figure. The plump fruits seemed to be able to burst the buttons on her chest at any time, and her peach-like buttocks swayed in a sexy way with her steps.

However, when ordinary people see the goddess of death for the first time, they will never pay attention to her mature figure and delicate cheeks. Her cold, knife-like eyes make people feel chilly, and the "hidden" hidden deep in the body is "Death" fear, constantly screaming like begging for mercy, making people want to escape from the goddess of death immediately.

"Imaginary witch?" The goddess of death stopped, looked at the girl opposite with a sly smile with cold eyes, and suddenly waved the sickle in her hand.

This sword was not aimed at the imaginary witch, nor at anyone. It was a world-scale execution of death on a human basis.

The overlapping life and death are forcibly separated.

Any dead person no longer has to endure pain at this time and can smoothly go to hell to die and meet their lost family and friends.

"I didn't expect the Goddess of Death to know such a small character like me." The Goddess of Lies touched her cheek that had been disguised. She was originally a little worried that she would be seen through by the Goddess of Death, but it seems that her power of lies is enough to deceive Death. Although the goddess cannot directly interfere with the goddess of death, if the target of lies is applied to herself, it can have unexpected effects.

"Since you are a minor character, don't block the way." The goddess of death said with a cold voice, and suddenly swung her sickle to lock "death" as the result, thus reversing the process, and struck the goddess of lies with an almost inevitable knife.

"Pfft!" Blood splashed, and the body of the Goddess of Lies was splashed with shocking blood from shoulders to crotch. The battle ended in an instant, no... the situation seemed to be unexpected. The knife that resulted in death did indeed hit the front. The witch.

But it only hit the witch in front of him.

"It's so dangerous, I almost died." The goddess of lies, who was supposed to be chopped to death, seemed to have been refreshed, with no signs of injury at all.

This is the power of "lie" to hide one's truth, thereby avoiding a knife that will result in death.

The Goddess of Death frowned slightly, and then swung her scythe at a faster speed. Each blow was a strike aimed at locking death. She gradually peeled away all the disguises like peeling an onion, and found the truth of the witch in front of her.

No matter how strong the witch is, as long as she finds her "real" side, the battle can be ended in an instant.

And at the same time.

on the other side.

"Suna, you can leave." Ximu opened the door and looked at Suna sitting on the sofa with a smile, "I hope we have the opportunity to meet again in the future."

"What do you mean?" Su Na was slightly stunned. This tone, which seemed to be about separation between life and death, was a bit strange.

Ximu answered with a smile:

"I'm going to go to hell and bring back a man's soul."

"Go to hell and bring out a person's soul?" Suna stood up suddenly, her eyes reflecting Akhtar's smiling face, "Do you... want to die?"

Hell is the realm of the dead. No living person is allowed to go there, and no soul is allowed to leave. Going to hell is nothing more than death for a living person, silently waiting for the next life. However, if the soul is taken out of hell, the dead person will lose... the chance of reincarnation. When you die, you really die and become a part of the world.

So from her perspective, what Akhtar is doing now is not only bad for herself, but also bad for the soul to be taken out.

"As a great conspirator who intends to subvert the world, my promise still needs to be counted." Ximu shook his head, as if he had no intention of explaining in depth, turned around and was about to leave, but Su Na grabbed his wrist.

He turned around and looked at Suna, who was frowning.

"Evelin needs to get her soul back, otherwise sooner or later she will turn into a piece of meat that cannot think for herself."

Suna was silent for a moment, looking at Akhtar's determined eyes, knowing that her persuasion was useless, this man really went to hell with the consciousness of death.

"Then I'll go with you, I have my..."

"Suna, your ability has been discovered." Ximu suddenly informed, and then considered the words, "The Witch of Death also has the ability to resist the return of death. She has discovered your ability to use the return of death."

"...How is this possible?" Su Na opened her mouth slightly. After she was promoted to the Saint of Destiny, the three goddesses of destiny explained her abilities to her in detail. Only a very small number of gods have the ability to resist the influence of the return of death. , such as the goddess of life and the goddess of death, or the level of the three goddesses of destiny, ordinary gods have no way of detecting the impact of the return of death.

In response, Ximu shook his head and gave an explanation.

"Not only the Death Witch, but also the Imaginary Witch has resisted the influence of death's return. They all have ways to ensure that their memories are not disturbed."

He stared at Suna's uneasy expression.

"Don't leave the protection of the three goddesses of fate casually in the future, otherwise you will be used by people with malicious intentions to modify the past."

"..." Su Na was silent for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Let's talk about it after you and I leave hell."

She smiled sweetly.

"I also want to take someone out of hell."

"Who?" Ximu asked curiously, but Su Na smiled and shook her head, holding Akhtar's wrist tightly.

"Let's go without further delay."

"Yes." Ximu did not ask any more questions, and left with Su Na who was holding his wrist.

Not long after, in another room.

The Witch of Death turned around and looked at Akhtar and Su Na who came, and then stared at Su Na deeply. If her body had not reached the omnipotent realm, she would have been affected by the ability of this human girl.

The so-called omnipotent realm is not a specific strength standard. Although those who can reach the omnipotent realm are undoubtedly true ceiling-level strongmen, the true meaning of omnipotence is that they can come up with a way to deal with it no matter what the situation is.

By interfering with one-sided abilities to the full, one can resist memory tampering, forced obedience, sensory influence, time interference, etc. Only by developing oneself to a nearly omnipotent level can one become a powerful omnipotent person.

"Sir, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Ximu stopped, and the Witch of Death did not say much, stretched out her white finger and pointed to the ground, and a black hole like an abyss appeared.

"If you encounter irresistible danger, remember to call me to pull you out of hell in time." As soon as the words fell, the figure of the Witch of Death disappeared on the spot.

Now she has rushed to the gap between life and death to unseal her body.

"Let's go." Ximu smiled at Su Na beside him, and then suddenly jumped into the black cave in her panic.

"Wait, I don't want to go to hell in this way!" A scream came from the black hole.

...

...

Hell.

The world you go to after death is usually considered by people to be the residence of the soul and the waiting station for the afterlife.

The imagination of hell has never been cut off from ancient times to the present.

And at this moment.

"Bang!" The ground suddenly cracked, as if spreading like a spider web, frightening the people in the square to stand still.

A breeze blew by, rolling up the dust on the ground.

"Living people?" A half-translucent soul looked up at the small black hole in the sky, and then looked at the silver-armored knight holding the girl, and fell into a state of almost confusion.

Why would a living person fall in hell?

"It just looks like a living person." Ximu answered casually, putting down Su Na in his arms, he looked around, his eyes locked on a chocolate-colored woman, and said in surprise:

"Norma, why are you here?"

"Sir Akhtar, why are you here?" Norma, who had chocolate skin and cool clothes, covered her mouth in surprise, looking at Akhtar, whose body was showing substance opposite her.

She almost had a transaction of over 100 million with Akhtar, and she became a rich woman thanks to Akhtar's help. Unfortunately, an accident happened later, causing her to go to hell in advance before she had spent all her money.

Thinking about it now, I am filled with regret. I should have listened to Akhtar and left Lionheart City.

"It's troublesome to explain. Just treat me as dead." Ximu said casually, which made Norma look tangled.

But she soon reacted, hurried to Akhtar's side, dragged him to run out of the city, and explained anxiously.

"Hell does not allow living people to come. Any life that comes to hell alive will be corrected by the apostles of hell."

She told him so.

"It means artificially turning you from a living person to a dead person."

"Really?" Ximu followed Norma's footsteps, while pulling Suna's wrist beside him, and asked calmly:

"Why is the environment here so similar to Lionheart City?"

"This is the result of common memory!" Norma explained, and then said, "Now is not the time to ask these things!"

"If it's just a hell apostle of that level, there's no need to worry too much." Ximu suddenly said, turned his head and looked at several figures wearing black cloaks and holding sickles, and black flames overflowed from his teeth.

Then he exhaled.

It was not dragon breath, but more like exhaled air, but the power of death was enough to end the battle.

The wind swept by with black flames, and the few hellish people who came to chase him were scattered like sand in the wind.

The atmosphere stagnated.

Norma was silent for a while, looking at Akhtar in front of him and the light red-haired girl beside him, and pulled the corner of her mouth and said: "A lot of things must have happened in the human world?"

"Is there no legend about Akhtar in hell?" Suna asked in surprise. Now Akhtar has become a world-famous hero. Theoretically, he should be very famous.

Why do people here seem to know nothing.

"Because we died in a very uniform way." Norma explained, "The laws of hell are different from those of the human world. The memories in people's souls will lead to different scenery. Now the environment is similar to that of Lionheart City."

She glanced at the hell apostle who appeared in the distance and fled in panic, and hurried to explain to the two.

"Based on the location and wishes before death, different souls will gather into one area. Although I don't know what great things Akhtar has done in the world, it is basically impossible for subsequent deaths in this area of ​​Lionheart City. , so information about the human world is difficult to circulate.”

"Aren't there any outsiders here?" Suna retorted, and then received a subtle look from Norma.

But she still explained patiently.

"Remember what I said about Lionheart City being made up of memories in the soul? If outsiders are allowed to enter at will, or a large number of people are dispersed at once, it is likely to cause great changes in the environment of Lionheart City, so In hell, you are not allowed to travel to other places casually, and there is little exchange of information.”

"It's really miraculous that collective memory can actually intervene in the environment." Su Na showed a surprised expression. If you want to create a city in the human world, you must carry out physical transformation, spending a lot of time and tools.

And in hell, a city can be shaped by relying on collective memory. She had never thought about such a thing before.

"To be more precise, the world is reproduced through collective memory." Norma gave an explanation. "Although there are subtle differences, the hell composed of the scenery of countless people's souls is very close to the human world."

After she died and came to hell, she discovered that hell is a very magical and boring place. The goddess of death and her gods set the rules, and then the apostles of hell manage them. At first, she felt pretty good and there was no need to eat. There is no need to worry about getting hurt, just stay in a familiar environment and wait for reincarnation.

However, if you stay for a long time, you will find that hell is just a prison of memory, which is essentially different from the human world.

You can also live forever.

"Since the maps are similar." Xi Mu looked in the direction of Dragon Place, "Then we just have to run the map."

"Wait, I have a request!" Norma looked at Akhtar who was about to leave, and quickly grabbed his wrist, "Can you take me out of hell together?"

"The world is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will not have a chance to be reincarnated." Ximu shook his head, but saw that Norma looked very insistent, holding Akhtar's wrist tightly, showing a pleading expression.

"I haven't spent all my money in this world, so I'm waiting for reincarnation in hell. I won't accept it no matter what!"

Ximu twitched the corner of his mouth, covered his forehead and said, "You might as well say that you want to see your parents, so that I can lie to myself."

"Is it okay?" Norma begged hopefully. After seeing Akhtar being silent for a moment, she nodded slightly.

She smiled with joy, her body turned into a wisp of smoke, wrapped around Akhtar's wrist, and lodged in Akhtar's bracelet.

Ximu shook his hand to confirm that Norma was in his bracelet, then summoned the little mare and took Suna towards the Dragon Empire.

The stronger the soul, the clearer the scenery in the memory, and the more powerful it can exert. The hell apostles sent to manage must be stronger.

Otherwise, a group of unscrupulous strong people will move to unrelated areas at will, which can easily cause the scenery of some weak areas to be distorted.