Chapter 201 The Goddess of Life Arrives

"Maybe it's because you are the God of Water." Ximu said expressionlessly, stepping on the flame of ash, and the greatsword of death in his hand ignited black flames.

He has the power of a player, and can formulate corresponding game rules according to his own needs to meet the needs of players.

However, this does not mean that he can formulate game rules without scruples. This is limited by his own level, and he must also consider the loss of magic power caused by overly complex game rules.

But if the game rules are too simple, and the rules are highly related to his own power, then his loss of magic power can be reduced to a very low level.

With the power of the flame of ash that burns everything, as long as he uses the power of the player to expand the flame of ash, create an ash world, and then fight with people in the ash world, not only can his power be greatly increased, but the loss of his own magic power will also be greatly reduced.

And if he sets the game rules to fight in the deep sea, it will not only increase the power of the God of Water, but also greatly consume his own magic power.

So it is reasonable for him to choose to expand the ash world.

"Wait!" The Water God suddenly raised his hands and smiled at the surprised Akhtar, "I surrender."

"What do you mean?" Ximu showed a puzzled expression, and his forward steps were temporarily suspended. He asked the Water God, "You want to surrender to a demon, are you really a god?"

The Water God twitched his mouth and explained, "No demon could kill a god before, but now the situation is different."

If it were another demon, he would never surrender no matter what. Even if this demon was amazing and could press him to the ground with one hand, he would not have the idea of ​​surrendering, anyway, he had no concept of death.

Wait for the gods to come to support, then he can still win.

But now the situation is different. Akhtar, who possesses the Flame of Ashes and the Flame of Ten Thousand Deaths, can give gods true death.

Although there are divine placentas in hell, and in theory, dead gods can be resurrected, but the living gods are not the same as themselves now.

In terms of relative ability.

"..." Ximu thought for a moment, looking at the appearance of the Water God, his eyes swept over his handsome face and eight abdominal muscles.

He showed a look of disgust.

"Your surrender means nothing to me."

"Wait!" The Water God sensed the murderous intent in Akhtar's eyes, and quickly said, "I can be your... dog."

"I refuse!" Ximu clenched the Death Greatsword in his hand, as if a bullet was fired from a gun, the Death Greatsword drew a gorgeous arc of light, and directly cut off the head of the Water God.

"I don't need a male god to be my dog." He shook the Death Greatsword and went to another divided space.

Not to mention a male god to be his dog, even if it was a beautiful goddess, he would not agree, he would only kill her with a sword and let her turn into experience points for growth.

As for showing mercy, that is not what the Lord of Ashes would do

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Another space.

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, looking at the weak goddess who was trying her best to hold up the barrier and protect herself, "You are dying."

"Wait, don't kill me." The pink-haired goddess pleaded to Akhtar not far away, "I am... no threat to you, I am so weak."

Her expression was pitiful.

"I am not..."

Before she finished her words, the sword of death had already chopped down, and the pink-haired goddess struggled to hold up the barrier and it collapsed. Her body was swallowed by the ubiquitous ash flames in an instant, and turned into a wisp of ash and drifted away.

Gods have never been equally powerful. Not only do they have different powers, but they also have huge differences in the power they control.

The water god can barely survive in the ash world, but this pink-haired goddess has exhausted her strength just to resist the ash flames. If she is left alone, she will be burned to death by the ash flames sooner or later. She is as weak as a delicate flower, and she will die if she is stepped on lightly.

"If there is a next chance, I will consider showing mercy." Ximu's tone was indifferent, and he turned to the next space.

In terms of the number of gods killed, there is probably no one in this world who has killed more gods than him. Even the Witch of Death has not killed many gods. Although the Witch of Death is much stronger than him, she has killed far fewer gods than him.

The sword blade cuts down, and the gods are reduced to ashes.

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At the same time.

In the outside world.

"Found it." The Goddess of Swords seemed to have suddenly received a revelation. The holy sword in her hand suddenly stabbed towards the sky, directly piercing through the void and sinking into the unknown space.

Immediately, her face suddenly changed, and she retreated quickly to avoid the flames of ashes pouring into the void.

The flames tilted down from the sky, like a red river in the sky, reflecting the sunset.

The Sword Goddess turned over and landed on the clouds. Her sight fell on the ground below. She saw the rolling flames of ash flooding the mountains like a river in the sky, swallowing up all the tangible things on the ground.

"Could Akhtar be the Lord of Ashes?" This thought came to her mind, and then she extinguished it. The real Lord of Ashes was still sealed in the underground world.

Moreover, those who become the Lord of Ashes are crazy. They only have the idea of ​​burning the world in their hearts. They can't be men like Akhtar.

"Ah, save me!" A cry for help suddenly came from the flame hole pierced through the sky, and then turned into a scream of terror, as if facing some terrifying existence.

The Sword Goddess bit her teeth and prepared to rush into the kingdom in Akhtar's heart, and at this moment--

Akhtar walked out of the flame cave, grabbed a dead god corpse with one hand, and looked at the Sword Goddess in the sky indifferently.

"You are the only one left." He exerted a little force on his palm, and the grabbed god corpse turned into ashes.

"You are really good at using the flame of ashes." The Sword Goddess bit her teeth, and her stern eyes were more serious than ever.

This time she really didn't have the confidence to win, and whether she could leave alive was a problem. No one was sure what strength Akhtar still had.

"Not only is he good at using the flame of ashes." Ximu smiled, put his index finger and middle finger together, and read out the new rules of the game.

"The rules of the game, survive in the world of death." After the words fell, the rules were overturned at this moment, and the power from death forced him and the Sword Goddess to cover him. A kind of forced death was taking effect, leading everything to death.

"The conditions for winning are also very simple, as long as you can kill me."

"This is really an unfair game." The Sword Goddess adjusted her breathing. She could clearly feel the scale of the kingdom in Akhtar's heart, which was enough to cover several countries. The living lives nearby died the moment they were covered.

Although she did not die, she was forced to be dead. She was no longer an unkillable existence, and she needed to constantly consume her strength to prevent herself from being led to death by the world of death.

"I'm really sorry, I'm not very good at playing games, so I don't do a good job of balancing." Ximu smiled badly, "If I have a chance in the next life, I will try my best to be fair."

"No need for the next life." The figure of the Sword Goddess disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind Akhtar. The holy sword in her hand chopped down, and a sword with the power of cutting was added. No matter what method Akhtar used to resist, she had absolute confidence to cut it off.

Whether it was the Death Sword empowered by the Witch of Death or the Red Dragon Blood Armor bathed in dragon blood, it could be cut off.

In this regard.

Ximu looked indifferent, ignoring the fatal blow of the Sword Goddess, and counterattacked with a life-for-life approach, stabbing the Sword Goddess's lower abdomen.

And just when both sides were about to die.

The Great Sword of Death was clamped by slender fingers and stopped before it was about to pierce through the Sword Goddess's lower abdomen, and the Holy Sword that was chopped down was also blocked by a finger.

The Holy Sword that was enough to cut through everything, and the Great Sword of Death that was enough to kill gods, were easily blocked.

Ximu didn't even think about retreating, looking at the figure who suddenly intervened in the battle with vigilance, and then suddenly froze, and the cold murderous intent in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Goddess of Life." His eyes reflected the woman opposite, who seemed to be the embodiment of the concept of woman, enough for him to immediately recognize the other party's identity.

"Why are you here."

"..." The Goddess of Life shook her head gently, pulled back the fingers that blocked the Holy Sword, and saw that there were slight scars on the slender fingers, which were obviously caused by the sword of the Sword Goddess.

Ximu was silent when he saw this, lowered the Great Sword of Death, turned around and planned to leave without communicating with the Goddess of Life.

"Akhtar, can you talk to me?" A gentle female voice came from behind, stopping Ximu.

The Goddess of Sword frowned slightly, looking at Akhtar's back, feeling that she could kill Akhtar as long as she took the opportunity to attack.

The man was in a state of mental instability.

"..." Ximu was silent for a while, then turned around and looked at the Goddess of Life who smiled gently at him, and sighed:

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I'm here to invite you." The Goddess of Life shook her head gently, took a step forward, and came close to Akhtar.

Ximu blinked his eyes, looking at the full fruit in front of him, and the slender hand pressing on his head, he had the illusion that he was being treated as a child.

He looked up at the Goddess of Life and smiled gently.

"Will you invite me to join the gods?"

"The gods will probably reject your existence." The goddess of life raised her hand and gently gathered the black hair beside her ears, smiling gently at Akhtar, "But there should be no problem if you become my partner."

If Akhtar is allowed to join the gods directly, he will definitely be excluded by the gods, but if you think from another angle, let Akhtar become her nominal partner, then the gods will not target Akhtar too much.

As for why it is a nominal partner, it is just because no one has been able to stand at the same level as her and have the qualifications to become her partner.

But the nominal partner is enough to protect Akhtar's safety.

"Become the partner of the goddess of life?" Ximu asked in a low voice, and when he saw the goddess of life smiling and nodding, his expression immediately wavered.

It is obvious that he is very moved by the invitation of the goddess of life, although according to the doctrine, partners are not husband and wife, but only people who walk on the same path as the gods.

But most people who can become partners are very close to the gods.

"..." The Sword Goddess looked at this scene and suddenly felt that her fight with Akhtar seemed to be a very meaningless thing, including the more than 20 colleagues who died before, which did not have much meaning.

In her mind, Akhtar was already a very dangerous existence, cruel and ruthless, and his methods were extremely cruel. No one could guarantee that they could survive fighting with such a dangerous existence.

However, now looking at Akhtar's excited look, I suddenly feel that it is not worth it to risk my life to fight. If I had known that Akhtar could be dealt with so easily, I should have asked the goddess of life to invite him earlier.

Why do I have to fight with Akhtar?

"The beauty trap is really useful!" The messenger god hiding in the sky couldn't help but sigh. A demon as difficult and powerful as Akhtar is no different from an ordinary man when facing the object of his admiration.

That is a demon who killed more than 20 gods by himself. There is almost no danger in history.

Of course, there are risks in using such a strategy. This is undoubtedly digging into the corner of the witch of death. If Akhtar is killed by means, it is okay.

But if the goddess of life is directly asked to dig out the witch of death, the witch of death may react.

"Can I accompany you on the road to seek life?" Ximu asked again, after seeing the goddess of life smile and nod.

His hand holding the greatsword of death began to loosen slightly.

"Will I be your partner from now on?"

"If you can reach the level of a partner." The goddess of life nodded gently, "From now on, you are my only partner."

Every god has a partner, that is, an existence that follows the footsteps of the gods and stands beside the gods.

And the existence that can become her partner is difficult to kill unless she dies, so from now on, there will be only Akhtar as a partner.

The premise is that Akhtar can catch up with her on the road of life and have the qualifications to become her partner.

Otherwise, he can only be a substitute life partner.

And she has no way to intervene in this process. How to explore the road of life and how to catch up with her depends on what Akhtar thinks, not on her forced indoctrination and understanding.

"Why should I fight?" The goddess of sword pursed her lips, feeling very upset. After all, she tried her best to fight the other demon, but she couldn't resist the temptation of the beauty trap. This made her very discouraged. Obviously, Akhtar was the man who fought with her for life and death.

Why was she shaken by a mere beauty trap?

This is still a cruel demon who can kill more than 20 gods. Can he have some demon cruelty and pride?

Don't be tempted by verbal conditions.

"I've decided, I want..." Ximu exhaled, as if he had made a decision, and then his expression froze.

The Witch of Death sat in the void, with her hands folded in front of her chest, and her sapphire eyes looked at him calmly.

The Goddess of Life also seemed to have felt something, turned her head and met the cold eyes of the Witch of Death, and the eyes of both sides overlapped into a line.