Chapter 182 There Is No Way to Refuse

God has no concept of death.

This means that no fatal attack can kill God. Even if you have an overwhelming power advantage and can easily ravage God, you cannot completely destroy God who has no concept of death.

Unless someone can give God the concept of death, or it represents the end of things, then God can be killed.

Does that mean that God cannot be done.

Of course not.

"Pah." The Creation Witch gently slapped the cheek of the God of Hell with her slender hand, with a force that was not enough to kill even a mosquito.

However, the God of Hell reflected in her amber pupils showed unprecedented fear, as if he had encountered a fatal crisis.

"Uh ah ah!" The God of Hell roared in pain, holding his chest tightly with one hand, as if refusing some change.

In fact, he was not hurt, but on the contrary, he was... promoted, and gained a perspective beyond ordinary gods, and his life form changed.

This is very similar to "I can show myself", but it is thousands of times more violent, and there is no room for refusal. He seems to have become another witch of creation, understanding why life is born and knowing all the mysteries about life.

It is not clear whether this is a good thing.

But it is certain that when a person receives the corresponding information and knowledge, his personality and behavior will change.

This may be considered growth.

But it is not a good thing in the eyes of the old personality. It is like a cockroach being implanted with the concept that it is a human being, and learning the corresponding knowledge of humans, and then finding that it is chewing the corpse of its own kind in its mouth, with tens of millions of eggs in its stomach, and living in a dirty garbage dump.

For the old cockroach personality, the past lifestyle is naturally no problem, but as the cognition is forcibly changed to human, the living environment of the cockroach will make people... no, the cockroaches go crazy and desperate.

And at this moment.

The sky was suddenly cut open.

"What is this?" The cold eyes of the goddess of death showed surprise. The first thing she saw was a disgusting meat mountain that was constantly shrinking and expanding. Tentacles covered with mucus were tightly attached to the gray ground, spreading like a spider web.

"God of Hell?" She quickly noticed the true form of the meat mountain. On the meat mountain that was constantly expanding and shrinking, there was a face that was very similar to the God of Hell, although it was distorted beyond recognition.

But she still recognized it as the God of Hell.

"Creation Witch, did you do anything?" The figure of the goddess of death flashed, avoiding the palm that was slapping at her, and the sickle in her hand chopped back, but it was avoided by the alert creation witch.

The two sides distanced themselves and confronted each other.

The goddess of death subconsciously glanced at the unconscious Saint of Fate in the distance. Although she was not clear about her current state, if she could trigger the return of death, she could rush back before the crisis in hell.

However, the Creation Witch seemed to have seen through her thoughts: "The source of the power to influence the God of Hell lies in memory. Even if I go back to the past, his state will not change. He has become the anchor point for my return."

The God of Hell's ability is enough to resist the interference of time. Even if the death return is triggered artificially, the memory that she has poured into the depths of the God of Hell's mind will not change. It will still trigger the excessive energy of the God of Hell to manifest, turning it into the creature that is now unconscious and wants to continue to proliferate.

"Then just kill you." The goddess of death looked cold, and then waved the sickle in her hand. After the Creation Witch subconsciously dodged.

The remaining force of the sickle light did not decrease, and it slashed the God of Hell who was constantly proliferating, and directly split him in half.

The God of Hell did not die, but the process of continuous transformation was forcibly interrupted, and he fell into a state of near death.

In addition to the Witch of Death, she is the only existence that can give gods the concept of death, and naturally can also make the God of Hell fall into near death, thereby interrupting the transformation of the God of Hell.

And at this moment.

"She is ruthless to her own people. She is worthy of being the goddess of death." A chuckle echoed in the air, and the figure of the goddess of lies emerged.

She and the color witch stood beside the witch of creation.

"Have you been wanting to use your power to kill the gods for a long time?"

"Don't get me wrong, this can only be regarded as a rescue." An unhappy voice came, and a handsome boy with red curly hair, wearing shorts and a jacket, appeared with a group of gods, about a hundred in number.

Compared with Gaotian, the gods in hell are very rare, but they are not small in scale, although many of them are not good at fighting.

But when they gather together, they should not be underestimated.

"Is it time to have a group fight?" The moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on it illuminated the dark bottom of hell.

The moon witch, the earth demon, and the demon of denial also came out, standing behind the imaginary witch, confronting the gods of hell.

"Where is the corpse witch?" The goddess of lies blinked her beautiful eyes, counted the reinforcements that came, and found that a woman with a bandage tied to her body was missing.

Hearing this, the Moon Witch pointed to the distance, and the Corpse Witch appeared beside Akhtar.

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The Corpse Witch raised her hand and patted Akhtar on the shoulder, and asked in surprise: "Akhtar, why are you still here?"

"How can I run?" Ximu asked calmly. Now the only way to leave hell is to open a passage through the Goddess of Death and the Death Witch.

Of course, if he just wanted to leave the battlefield, he could still let Eden take him into the secret hell layer.

"When the fight starts, I won't be able to take care of you." The Corpse Witch smiled and raised her thigh wrapped in bandages, "Or, try to hug my thigh."

"No need." Ximu shook his head, his eyes fell on Eden's legs wrapped in black silk, "I have better thighs to hug."

"My legs are better, right?" The Corpse Witch's focus was a bit strange, and she started to compare in strange places.

The atmosphere became subtle.

"Okay, stop talking." Ximu covered his face with one hand and said to the Corpse Witch who had no sense of urgency, "You are fighting now."

"..." The Corpse Witch was slightly stunned, looked in the direction of the battlefield, and found that everyone's eyes were on her.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Or, don't fight?" The Corpse Witch raised her hand and said as if it was a bit out of tune, "Although we are in a weak position, if we insist on making trouble in hell, will you be very distressed?"

She smiled sweetly.

"Why don't you consider negotiation?"

"Reject." The dream god said coldly, "Even if hell is in chaos, you can't have the opportunity to continue to develop."

"That makes a lot of sense." The corpse witch sighed in disappointment, and then hugged Akhtar's arm beside her, "Then let the guys who don't affect the battle leave, okay?"

The dream god thought for a while, then nodded and said, "We allow Akhtar to leave, but you also have to allow the apostles of hell to leave."

"Really reasonable." The corpse witch smiled, pulled Akhtar's arm, and flew towards the passage split by the goddess of death.

When about to fly into the passage.

"Akhtar, you used to be my believer?" The goddess of death looked cold, reflecting the appearance of Akhtar holding a birdcage in one hand and the saint of fate in the other.

As for whether Akhtar is her believer, she is actually not very clear. There are too many people who believe in her. Not only does she have a large number of believers in the world, but also a large group of believers in hell.

Plus, she is always busy with work, so she basically doesn't pay attention to her group of believers.

Her attitude has always been to believe if you want to, and not to believe if you don't.

"I used to admire you very much. When I first saw you in the church, I was deeply attracted." Ximu recalled the scene of entering the Death Church in his first round. At that time, he was really attracted by the statue of the goddess of death. He thought it was... really beautiful, especially the cold and unkind look, which made people want to humiliate it severely.

"Later, I met the Witch of Death. She listened to my prayers patiently and was willing to give me strength. She didn't care about my offense at all. Even if I made some excessive requests, she could easily forgive it."

The more he talked, the lower his voice became.

"Even if I know that the Witch of Death is dangerous and may not be a good person, I have no way to refuse."

In the first round, he was indeed attracted by the beautiful appearance of the goddess of death, but later he found that the Witch of Death was a better choice. Not only was she outstanding in appearance, but she was also extremely generous in giving power and was willing to take the initiative to protect her believers.

Compared with the unresponsive Goddess of Death, he knew what to choose with his toes, so he converted to the Witch of Death without hesitation.

"Really?" The Goddess of Death withdrew her gaze. She already knew why Akhtar chose to convert. Although it sounded unpleasant, she could understand Akhtar's conversion.

Compared with her own lack of attention to believers, the Witch of Death not only listened to the believers' ideas patiently, but also gave them power generously. It is said that for Akhtar, the Cult of Death gave up the crusade against the Church of Life.

Any person would not be able to resist.

"She only pays special attention to you because she values ​​your ability to become a demon." Dream God explained coldly, "The Witch of Death just wants to use you."

As for why Akhtar was valued by the Witch of Death, someone had already given a professional analysis. It must be that the Witch of Death thought that Akhtar had the potential to become a demon, so she paid special attention to him in order to gain Akhtar's loyalty.

"Then I am willing to be used by the Witch of Death." Ximu answered immediately, facing the gaze of the God of Dreams, "She is worthy of my faith."

"Heh, what a obsessed guy." The God of Dreams snorted coldly, feeling disappointed with Akhtar's obsession. He knew in his heart that he was being used by the witch, but he still worked for her.

"It would be great if the Goddess of Death was the Witch of Death." Ximu stared at the Goddess of Death deeply, and then was taken into the deep black hole by the Witch of Corpses.

In this regard, the Goddess of Death did not speak. Even if she knew the reason for Akhtar's betrayal, she did not intend to change her attitude towards believers.

As the actual manager of hell, she must ensure that there are no problems in hell, otherwise she would be irresponsible for all the dead.

What is important and what is not, she is very clear.

But if you say whether there is a trace of loss in my heart, it is still a little bit... The most amazing genius of this era, who was originally her believer, is now standing on the opposite side of her, which naturally makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, this believer who betrayed her still maintained an extremely firm belief in the Goddess of Life, which made her feel even more complicated.

"He just can't firmly believe in you, and he doesn't understand you." The Dream God comforted in a low voice, but he saw that the expression of the Death Goddess suddenly became serious. This was a seriousness that he had never seen before when facing the Creation Witch.

He followed the sight of the goddess of death and saw a girl wearing a white witch's pointed hat, long blue wavy hair, and a cold and distant temperament, standing in front of all the demons and witches.

There is no need to state it or explain it.

That thing that occupies an overwhelming sense of presence just by appearing must be the legendary Death Witch herself.

No wonder Akhtar was so obsessed with her.

The dream god couldn't help but come up with this idea. If he encountered such a mysterious and powerful existence, would he be able to resist being attracted?

The answer is, of course, no.

"Let's fight somewhere else." The Death Witch said in a cold voice, casually opened the bottom of hell, and then stepped directly in.

When the goddess of death saw this, she followed in without hesitation.

Everyone present looked at each other when they saw this, and when they were still hesitating whether to follow up together, two cold voices came out.

"Just leave it to me."

"Don't follow up." The voices sounded almost simultaneously, causing both sides to give up the idea of ​​following up and instead turn their attention to the enemy.

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at the same time.

in reality.

Hierapolis border.

"Who is stronger, the Witch of Death or the Goddess of Death?" Ximu stood on the scorched earth. The scene he saw was like hell. Not only had the landscape changed fundamentally, but the mud was also emitting high temperatures, as if it were placed on A high-temperature iron pot is like a steamer.

"Who can guess that kind of thing?" The Corpse Witch held her chin with her delicate hands, and after thinking for a moment, she asked:

"What you said in hell, weren't you deliberately showing your loyalty to the Witch of Death?"

Ximu said expressionlessly: "Don't change the subject suddenly. As a witch of the death system, don't you have any judgment at all?"

"The concept of corpse is only related to the death element." The corpse witch rolled her eyes, but still followed Akhtar's thinking.

"The Witch of Death is known as the strongest witch in history, and the Goddess of Death is known as the strongest goddess. They are both the pinnacles of the death system."

She raised her hand and gently held her hair beside her ears, smiling brightly.

"We will know who is stronger and who is weaker after they fight, but if I have to say who has a better chance of winning, I think it should be the goddess of death."

"Is it because the goddess of death can live longer?" Ximu asked, and when the corpse witch heard this, she nodded without hesitation and said:

"This is an objective fact and there is no way to deny it."