Chapter 195 The Completely Corrupted Hero

"You have been planning to strangle Akhtar from the beginning, right?" The Ice and Snow Goddess held her cheek with one hand, her cold voice revealing a hint of nonchalance, "There is no need to be so roundabout when speaking, just say it directly."

The Messenger God shook his head: "If possible, we really hope you can return to the sky. You are not suitable for playing tricks."

Ice and Snow Goddess: "..."

She just disdains conspiracies, but it’s not that she really doesn’t know how to do it. Regardless of whether the matter of strangulating Akhtar is successful or not, it will definitely stimulate the Death Witch to fully counterattack, directly intensifying the originally stable situation.

It would be better to say that there is an all-out decisive battle from the beginning. Why bother to set up a trap to strangle Akhtar in advance? This makes no sense at all.

"Akhtar is the only being who has the power to kill the gods." The Messenger God seemed to guess the thoughts of the Ice and Snow Goddess. "If he continues to live and becomes the partner of the Death Witch, it will be a very special event." A huge threat.”

"Can the Witch of Death like Akhtar?" the Ice and Snow Goddess asked subconsciously, and then thought that the favor given by the Witch of Death to Akhtar was too generous, and felt that Akhtar would become the partner of the Witch of Death. Possible things.

Assuming that Akhtar can become the partner of the Death Witch, the threat level will indeed suddenly increase several levels.

It's like a person is suddenly taken care of by a rich woman and can use the rich woman's trillions of assets to directly become a famous rich man.

Such a leap allows Akhtar to skip the process of accumulating power and directly exert the power of the Death Witch as a partner.

"It seems that you understand our concerns." The expression of the Messenger God suddenly became subtle, "Akhtar is very... no, it is extremely easy to gain the favor of the opposite sex. If his relationship with the Death Witch suddenly takes a further step, then Things are about to get bad.”

"Sounds interesting." The Ice and Snow Goddess chuckled, "I'm actually looking forward to meeting him."

"I hope you won't be too interested in him." The Messenger God sighed, then raised his hand to touch his chest, bowed gracefully, and disappeared into white doves.

The Ice and Snow Goddess closed her eyes slightly and fell into a state of sleep, as if she didn't care about anything.

At this moment, warm wind suddenly blew into the castle, causing the sleeping goddess of ice and snow to open her beautiful eyes. Three goddesses appeared in the hall, headed by a woman with long emerald hair and a gentle smile. Wearing a long cyan skirt embellished with emerald green branches gives people a feeling of spring.

On the right is a woman with long orange hair. The long skirt she is wearing is dotted with maple leaves, giving people a sense of autumn.

On the left is a girl with short red hair. She is wearing a short skirt and a top showing off her breasts, giving her a summer feel.

"Why are you here?" The Ice and Snow Goddess asked lightly, and saw the woman with long emerald hair smiling and holding the two sisters beside her.

"We are worried about your safety."

"On the contrary, I am worried about your safety." The Ice and Snow Goddess covered her pretty face with one hand and said to the Spring Goddess, "What if the Creation Witch is interested in you again?"

The gentle smile of the Spring Goddess suddenly became anxious. She was captured by the Creation Witch before, and the result was that she became the Star Fury of the Creation Witch. Although the Creation Witch did not do anything to her, she was purely It was just to distort her mental state and observe her reaction, but that was also an extremely scary thing.

Now when she thinks about the Witch of Creation, her body will tremble subconsciously, and this is only after she has washed away all memories of the Witch of Creation.

"Don't worry, the Creation Witch won't catch us even if she comes out." The goddess of autumn smiled, "We shouldn't be so conspicuous now."

"This time the enemy is Akhtar." Summer Goddess added, relaxing the tense atmosphere.

The Ice and Snow Goddess just sighed slightly, but what else could she say? Since they all came to her because they were worried, she could only take more care of them.

And this time it is indeed not very dangerous.

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at the same time.

Magic Kingdom.

In the mansion near the palace.

"Let me persuade Akhtar?" Michael frowned slightly and looked at the woman wearing a black dress opposite, "Do you... think this makes sense?"

"Of course it makes sense." The woman in a black dress smiled, picked up the red wine glass on the table, and shook it gently, "As a friend's opinion, I think Akhtar will also take it into consideration and not completely ignore it. ”

"If Akhtar had not become a demon yet," Michael replied, "I would have persuaded him to return to the embrace of the gods. There is no turning back for him now."

"If Akhtar falls into the arms of the goddess, the situation will be different." The woman smiled and explained to Michael, "The rules can be changed according to needs."

Michael fell silent.

"Instead of being enemies of the gods, it is better to find ways to join the gods and change the gods from within." The woman continued to confuse, "If you feel that the world is not good, then you should find ways to build it instead of making the world worse. "

"I can try." Michael breathed out and showed a gentle smile, which made the woman stunned for a moment, and then immediately raised her head.

This charm made her, a guy who was not interested in human beings, feel a little lost. He was indeed a man who could make the God of Blood flutter.

"Then I won't bother you." The woman stood up and hurriedly left the mansion. She was worried that if she stayed with Michael for too long, her sexual orientation would change and she would become a normal woman again.

Michael did not dissuade him, and stared at the wine glass on the table. He wanted to meet Akhtar not because he was persuaded.

Before being captured by the God of Blood, he had been to many countries and witnessed many things. He knew clearly how difficult it was to change a country and power from the inside. It was often only by relying on external forces to forcibly crush all the old forces that he could succeed.

This time I went to see Akhtar, just to ask him how he was doing and what he thought.

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Sky City.

"Let me persuade Akhtar?" Yaslaqi sat elegantly on the chair and waved her hand gently, "The man's opinion has never been influenced by me."

"Really." The priest nodded slightly, and then changed the subject, "Then don't you want to meet Akhtar?"

Yaslaqi fell into thought.

"If the situation gets serious in the future, maybe you will never have a chance to meet again." The priest stood up calmly, turned into a white dove and disappeared on the spot, leaving behind a meaningful sentence.

"This may be your last chance to see Akhtar."

"Hateful guy." Yaslaqi said coldly, but she was thinking about the priest's words. She certainly knew that the priest's last sentence was to stimulate her to find Akhtar, so that Akhtar would shake his current beliefs.

"This won't be the last meeting." She said to herself, gave up looking for Akhtar, and didn't want to be overwhelmed by emotions like a little girl.

This scene happened in more than one place. Anyone who was close to Akhtar was persuaded to try to make Akhtar waver or betray to the gods.

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Two days later.

The territory of the elves.

Unlike humans who were divided into multiple countries, the elves were a highly unified regime, so the elves were under the management of the Elf Queen.

However, the Elf Queen's succession was not based on bloodline.

Instead, it is made by the gods. After the Elf Queen abdicates, potential elves will be selected to inherit the position of the Elf Queen.

[Host, I feel the breath of the witch! ] A surprised voice came into his head, Ximu pretended not to hear it, sitting by the window of the hotel, looking at the elves coming and going on the street, his eyes wandering on the elf girls who came to play.

Compared with the diversity modeling of humans, the elves are more refined, and there are very few ugly ones. Occasionally, you can see a few pretty female elves.

[Host, are you pretending not to hear it? ] The aggrieved voice, with a little doubt, made Ximu pretend not to hear it.

He comforted the system.

"After I become invincible, I will start to attack the witch."

[Really? ] The system was a little suspicious, but before He asked, he heard the host urging.

"System, have you repaired the panel?" Ximu asked lightly, making the system silent. Of course, He did not repair the panel, but he had a guess as to why the system panel could not be repaired.

The problem seemed to come from His host.

[Host, I have found the problem, but I need to verify it.] The system explained, [It won't take long for me to fix it.]

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Ximu's voice suddenly became gentle, "If you feel tired, take a break."

[... Actually, it's not very tired.] The system seemed a little embarrassed and quickly hid.

Ximu shook his head gently. He was waiting for the gods to arrange the venue and then harvest experience points in a wave. Otherwise, he would rush to the door and kill the ice and snow goddess directly, which would be too wasteful.

After he said in public that he wanted to kill the ice and snow goddess, the gods would definitely respond and start to send more people around the ice and snow goddess, waiting for him to take the initiative to deliver it to the door.

"Knock knock~" There was a sudden knock on the door, and the door that had not been locked was gently pushed open, and Jed looked in.

"Boss, long time no see."

"..." Ximu looked surprised, and asked Jed who walked in with his face scratched, "Jed, why are you here?"

"Boss, the church asked me to come here to persuade you." Jed looked very embarrassed, and then waved his hand quickly, "Of course I didn't really come here to persuade you, but it's hard to refuse."

Her expression revealed helplessness.

"Just say that you refused me afterwards."

"It doesn't matter." Ximu shook his head casually, "If you don't want to stay in the Sky City, you can also come to the Death Cult."

"The Death Cult is very dangerous, right?" Jed seemed a little worried, and sat down next to Akhtar.

"It's very dangerous, and you will die if you are not careful." Ximu answered frankly, grabbed the knife and fork on the table, stabbed Jed's forehead, and burst out a black flame of death.

Jed's eyes widened in disbelief, and he lost his breath as the chair fell back.

"What a clumsy method." Ximu retracted his gaze, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it, ignoring the dead Jed, letting his body be engulfed by the black flames.

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Why was he discovered?

Near the hotel, a maid who was cleaning lowered her head to hide her expression. She was the incarnation of the God of Assassination, with the ability to split and disguise. Not only could she form an army by herself, but she could also create incarnations according to needs and disguise herself as anyone.

Whether it was the tone or the tiny details, they could be imitated exactly. According to common sense, even if Akhtar had doubts, he should not have killed her so decisively.

But the reality was that he killed her clone without hesitation.

She had a flaw... No, this should be impossible. In order to plan this assassination, she also deliberately arranged for several of Akhtar's real friends to approach, so as to confuse Akhtar's judgment. However, her clone was killed by Akhtar just as she approached and tried to lurk, which made her completely confused.

Should we carry out the assassination plan now?

The maid adjusted her breathing, looked up again in the direction of Akhtar, and her expression froze.

Akhtar, who was still in the hotel, had appeared in front of her, holding the Great Sword of Death, and smiled at her.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"God of Assassination?" Ximu asked, and saw the God of Assassination disguised as a maid took two steps back in fear, holding the broom tightly with two small hands, her pretty face full of fear, and asked him in a low voice.

"Dear guest, this is a private residence, please don't..."

"Puff!" The Death Sword chopped down, and the maid's head turned in the air. The black flame of death burned at the broken end, and suddenly engulfed the maid's body.

Ximu shook the sword, and then jumped out of the window to chase the clones of the God of Assassination. In theory, he really couldn't find the hiding of the God of Assassination. The official setting of the game is that the assassination clone will directly apply the corresponding NPC template to approach, which is difficult to distinguish at all. Many players need to rely on reading the file to identify which one is the clone of the God of Assassination.

But this does not mean that there is no way to identify it. Players have already summarized many methods, and the simplest way is to see if there is a concept of "death".

Since the God of Assassination is a god, there is no concept of death. As long as the player uses the power of the Witch of Death to take a look, he can immediately identify whether it is the real person. Anyone who has no concept of death... is the clone of the God of Assassination.

That knife will definitely kill him.

In the capital of the elves, an almost weird hunt unfolds. The fallen hero Akhtar holds a big sword burning with black flames, shuttles through the streets and alleys, madly killing innocent people, which makes people feel creepy.

"Akhtar, are you still a hero like this!" An elf girl burst into tears, kicking the ground with her feet and leaning against the fountain.

She pointed at Akhtar who was walking over,

"Why do you want to kill me for fun!"

"..." Ximu stopped, feeling the fearful and puzzled eyes from all around, and swung the big sword of death in his hand expressionlessly.

Blood splashed, the elf girl's head fell into the fountain, dyeing the clear spring water red, and the girl's body slid down the wall powerlessly.

The hero has completely fallen.

Such thoughts popped up in the minds of the onlookers, and then they were filled with unprecedented fear. Would Akhtar, who killed people so unscrupulously, kill them all at once?