Chapter 193 In Front of the Sealed Door

"It's more of a compromise than a solution." Anphis sighed and plucked the harp with his fingertips. "If you don't want to kill the All-Knowing Saint, please go and kill the Fire Giant Surtur."

"What do you mean?" Ximu's eyes turned cold, and his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, which made Anphis nervous instantly.

The man in front of her was a demon who could easily kill her if he wanted, even though she was not afraid of death.

But she was afraid that Ragnarok would not come.

"The prerequisite for the coming of Ragnarok is that there must be a medium." Anphis kept a mysterious smile, "If you can kill the Fire Giant Surtur, you can delay the coming of Ragnarok."

Ximu frowned: "What if you can't kill the Fire Giant Surtur?"

"That depends on your ability." Anphis shook his head slightly, keeping a mysterious smile, "If you can kill the Fire Giant Surtur, you can not only delay the coming of Ragnarok, but also buy more time to think about defeating the All-Knowing God without burning the tree."

She analyzed in a calm tone.

"The reason that pushes you to burn the tree now is that Ragnarok is about to come, and you have to find a way to defeat the omniscient god as soon as possible and cover the old world with new laws."

"If you can delay the arrival of Ragnarok." Ximu fell into thought, and said according to Anphis's logic, "Then there are indeed more options."

Anphis smiled: "The premise is that you have to defeat the fire giant Surtur, otherwise there is only one thing you can do, that is, to burn the omniscient tree with your own hands."

She has known Akhtar's past life. Although he has done many heroic deeds, he is essentially a guy who is extremely partial to the people around him. If he has to choose between the majority and the people around him.

Then Akhtar will definitely choose the people around him without hesitation.

"I... am moved." Ximu exhaled, and his smile revealed helplessness, which made Anphis happy in his heart.

This is indeed the gravity of the fate of Ragnarok, otherwise things would not be so smooth.

However

"But I have a question." Ximu's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Anphis's neck and lifted her up directly, "You are not Anphis, who are you?"

Anphis's cheeks flushed, and the harp in his hand fell to the ground. He subconsciously wanted to pry open his hand pinching his neck, while saying to Akhtar, "If I am not Anphis, who can I be?"

"That man would never encourage me to liberate the fire giant Surtur." Ximu explained coldly, "If sacrificing one person can save the world, then Anphis would not stand up to persuade me."

"As expected of Lord Akhtar, you are really sharp." Anphis showed a beautiful smile, but found that Akhtar cast a disgusted look at her.

By the way, she is still wearing Anphis's appearance.

Thinking of this.

"Estif, you can call me that." She endured the difficulty in breathing, the flames burned on her body, and her appearance changed accordingly.

Ximu looked coldly at the girl with short rose-colored hair covering half of her face. There was a heart mark under her eye. Her temperament looked very cold and dangerous, but it gave people a hot feeling.

"Twilight believer, you really dare to appear in front of me." He pinched Estifu's hand hard, causing the girl with short rose-colored hair to open her mouth in pain, spit out a pink little tongue, and kick her legs under her short skirt.

I'm going to die.

"Hmph, boring woman." Ximu suddenly relaxed his strength, threw Estifu out, and then turned and left the alley.

Estifu didn't care at all when she saw this. She slid down the wall of the alley, her chest rose and fell violently, and she breathed the air greedily.

"Ah, it's really great." She stroked her blushing cheeks with both hands, and rubbed her legs wrapped in black silk against each other.

Since Akhtar didn't kill her, it means that her words had an impact on Akhtar.

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At night.

Doris.

A banquet was being held to celebrate Akhtar's transformation into a demon.

However.

"As the protagonist of the banquet, why are you so unhappy?" A glass of red wine was suddenly placed on the table.

Ximu turned his head and saw the Corpse Witch sitting next to him naturally, asking curiously, "I haven't seen you... smile since I came back from the Magic Kingdom."

"Have you?" Ximu forced a smile.

"It's really ugly." The Corpse Witch said bluntly, raising the red wine glass in her hand, "There's no need to force yourself to smile."

"It's because you want to see me smile." Ximu picked up the wine glass on the table, clinked it with the Corpse Witch, and then drank the red wine in the glass.

The Corpse Witch smiled and shook her head, explaining to Akhtar: "To be more precise, I don't want to see you sad."

Ximu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you."

"I followed you to the Magic Kingdom before." The Corpse Witch leaned back on the sofa and complained:

"I thought I could see you fighting with the gods."

"Then you will soon see my strength." Ximu smiled, "The snowstorm should stop."

The Corpse Witch asked in surprise: "Do you know where the Ice and Snow Goddess is?"

"Have you forgotten who my teacher is?" Ximu's voice contained a hint of imperceptible pride, and he seemed very confident in his teacher.

The corpse witch also reacted when she heard this, "It's really enviable to have a teacher who has the power to control destiny."

"As long as you give the teacher enough time." Ximu picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass. "Then the teacher will be able to catch up with the Death Witch sooner or later."

"You have great confidence in your teacher." The Corpse Witch chuckled, then raised her hand and pointed not far away, "Someone is here to give you a gift."

Ximu followed what he expected and saw the shark girl Kaxiut holding a rope and dragging a painter with a desperate look towards him.

"This is?"

"He is a believer in the God of Beauty and Art, and is very famous in the country of art." Shark Girl Cassuta tugged hard on the rope in her hand, and the painter staggered forward a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

"Why did you catch him?" Ximu had a strange expression, and then he saw Shark Girl Kaxiut saying matter-of-factly:

"Of course I will paint for you." She came to sit next to Akhtar and explained happily, "Since you have become a devil, I should prepare a painting for you for the world to admire."

"That's not necessary." Ximu glanced at the hopeless painter. This guy was really... unlucky.

However, Shark Girl Cassute is quite persistent:

"Lord Akhtar, please don't refuse!"

"Okay." Ximu sighed, "But don't kill anyone and silence him afterwards, remember to give him a sum of money."

"...Okay." Shark Girl Cassuta hesitated for a moment, but readily agreed, not to give the painter a sum of money afterwards.

This is not difficult for her.

"I'm sorry, Kasuta is just a little rude." Ximu smiled at the painter, "But please don't be afraid, she is a good girl."

painter:"……"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying? This shark girl dragged him like a dog. If she was a good girl, he would bite her tongue and kill herself on the spot.

But I just thought about it in my mind, but I still didn’t dare to say it out loud.

Being able to survive now and get a sum of money afterwards is an unexpected good ending.

"Let's draw quickly." Shark Girl Kasiut moved her butt and came closer to Akhtar.

The painter could only sigh, took out the drawing board and paint, and painted Akhtar and the shark girl Kasiut together.

According to common sense, he should only draw Akhtar, but since the shark girl Kasiuta was close to Akhtar, he did not dare not to include the shark girl Kasiut.

Otherwise he might die afterwards.

Soon after.

Finished painting.

"The painting is very good." Ximu looked at the painting and praised the painter, "He is indeed a famous master."

You don’t even know my name, right?

The painter thought so, but a smile appeared on his face. He didn't care whether Akhtar knew his name or not. Now he only cared about escaping from the devil's cave quickly.

This place is full of cultists who can scare people to death.

"Give me and Akhtar one too." The Corpse Witch suddenly spoke, causing the painter's expression to freeze.

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The banquet is over.

Ximu followed the dark corridor and came to a room with a faint light coming from the crack of the door. After knocking on the door, the closed door opened automatically.

"Master Witch of Death, aren't you interested in the banquet?" He walked into the room and saw the Witch of Death sitting elegantly on a chair by the window, holding a cup of steaming black tea in one hand.

"If I show up at the party," the Death Witch explained, "they won't be able to have fun."

"Then let me have a little time with you." Ximu took out two bottles of wine out of thin air, sat down opposite the Witch of Death, and poured a glass for himself and the Witch of Death.

"This should be allowed."

"..." The Death Witch nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass on the table, touched it lightly with Akhtar, and then drank the wine in the glass.

"By the way, Lord Witch of Death." Ximu began to talk about serious matters, "I already know the way to defeat the omniscient god from Eden."

The Witch of Death asked calmly: "What can I do?"

"If you want to defeat the God of Omniscient," Ximu lowered his head so that no one could see his specific expression, "Just burn the Tree of Omniscient."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Of course, the Witch of Death knew the price of burning the Tree of Omniscient, which must be the death of the Omniscient Saint, and she also knew that Akhtar had a good relationship with the Omniscient Saint.

"There are two people in this world who have the ability to burn the Tree of Omniscient. One is the sealed flame giant Surtur." Ximu explained in an excessively calm voice, "The other person is me. Only in Only those who were infected with the Flame of Ember before becoming a demon and survived to become a demon are qualified to burn the Tree of Omniscientity.”

The Witch of Death stared deeply at Akhtar and said calmly: "Then what are you going to do?"

Ximu poured himself a glass of wine, drank it down, and asked the Death Witch, "What do you think I should do, Lord Death Witch?"

"Akhtar, don't leave this issue to me to decide." The Witch of Death shook her head gently, "You have to make a choice for yourself that you don't regret."

Ximu asked subconsciously: "Even if this world is burned to ashes?"

"It's okay even if the world is burned to ashes." The Witch of Death was surprisingly calm. "If this is your own choice and you are willing to bear the consequences, then it doesn't matter."

She herself is also a rather willful being. If she and Akhtar face the same situation, she will not hesitate at all and will not consider burning the tree from the beginning. She will only try to solve the problem.

If the world is burned to ashes, she will not regret her choice.

Because that is her own choice.

As for not choosing to burn the tree, which will cause the people around her to be implicated, that is not the reason for her to sacrifice important people.

So she can respect Akhtar's choice and defeat the omniscient god without burning the tree... no, without killing the omniscient saint.

"If the tree is not burned, everyone may die." Ximu's expression is still tangled, obviously tangled in the problem of the majority and the minority.

But the Witch of Death sighed slightly when she saw this, and her cold expression softened, and she poured a glass of wine for Akhtar.

"This world is not just about choosing between two extremes. What you should really think about is finding a third option."

Ximu asked, "What if there are only two choices?"

"Then you have to bear your own choice." The Witch of Death sighed, "If you really feel pain for the choice, then I can choose for you."

Ximu asked, "Will the Witch of Death choose this way?"

"Try to find a third option." The Witch of Death spoke in a gentle voice, "The Goddess of Life has given humans wisdom, never to make you choose between two options, but to solve problems."

"What a reassuring thing." Ximu exhaled, as if he had already made a choice.

In fact, if the player really follows the Witch of Death's thinking, he can really successfully solve the problem of choosing between two options.

But unfortunately, he had already made a decision.

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The next day.

The bottom of the underground world.

In front of a huge sealed iron door.

"Partner, the legendary fire giant Surtur is sealed inside." Ximu reached out and stroked the iron door.

Seeing this, the mare next to her looked around with some uneasiness. She knew the reputation of the fire giant Surtur very well.

That was a being that could destroy the world.

"Akhtar, are you really going to release the fire giant Surtur?" The mare's voice revealed strong uneasiness. She had learned the whole story from Akhtar and knew that Akhtar decided to kill the fire giant Surtur in order to solve the problem of choosing between the two.

"If you don't kill the fire giant Surtur, you can only kill Eden." Ximu turned his head and asked the mare, "Partner, what would you choose if it were you?"