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Chapter 106 You are a hero, don’t blame us for being mean

"It's a pity." The goddess of lies showed a disappointed expression, "It's rare for someone to want to show their own value."

She put the mask back on.

"Human, your situation will be dangerous next." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the light wind.

"Should I feel honored to be cared for by the Goddess of Lies?" Ximu smiled calmly, then turned his eyes to the Witch of Death and said:
"When I rescue Michael, I will express my solemn thanks to you, and please look forward to my...gift."

"It's not a simple gift for the witch to expect." The witch of death smiled slightly and looked at Eden and Mist who were walking aside.

She turned into blue flames and disappeared.

"But I'll just raise some expectations." As soon as he finished speaking, the blue flames burned out, and the figure disappeared from the spot.

"Actually, I haven't even thought about what gift to give." Ximu twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending to look distressed.

He turned to look at Eden approaching and asked.

"Is there any gift that the witch can look forward to?"

"The value of a gift is given by people." Eden replied calmly and came to Akhtar, "The Witch of Death has expectations for you."

"Do you have any expectations from me?" Ximu fell into thought, then shook his head and cast his sight in the direction of the Blood Temple.

"Consider rescuing Michael first." He summoned the little mare, pulled Mist onto the horse, and rushed towards the Blood Temple.

But Eden did not leave. He turned and looked aside, and saw the figure of the Goddess of Lies leaning out from behind the tree.

He greeted her with a smile.

"Long time no see, Eden." The goddess of lies kept smiling, leaned close to Eden, and sighed sincerely.

"It really hasn't changed at all."

"Lie, what is your purpose in contacting the witch?" Eden asked calmly, and the goddess of lies blinked her eyes when she heard this, and immediately answered confidently:
"To deceive, of course."

"Really?" Eden nodded slightly and wanted to turn around and leave, but found that the goddess of lies had already hugged her arm.

"Don't go, don't go, I still want to chat with Eden." The goddess of lies said, dragging the reluctant Eden away.

at the same time.

Blood Temple.

Unexpected prosperity, row upon row of high-rise buildings rising from the ground, complete supporting facilities, except... no one.

Da da da--

The little mare looked disgusted and stepped on the streets dripping with blood. The city was full of blood, blood seeping from the edges of windows, blood overflowing from manhole covers, and blood spurting from cracked water pipes.

The city felt like it was soaked in blood. Every brick was stained with blood. The strong smell of blood made people suffocate. Every step felt wet and sticky.

This is even more annoying than a rainy day.

And right now.

The light... no, it was a line of blood that suddenly shot out from a distance, directly cutting off the street where the little mare was, and even the nearby high-rise buildings were cut open.

"Tsk, what a nasty horse."

On a tall building in the distance.

The mature woman with long red wavy hair put down her folded hands, looked at the collapsed tall buildings in the distance, and said with an unhappy expression:
"That horse must be restrained, otherwise we will not be able to catch Akhtar." She turned her head and said to the nun behind her:

"Let them unfold the barrier." After saying this, he suddenly kicked the ground with both feet, and his body shot out like a cannonball, chasing Akhtar.

When the nun who stayed on the spot saw this, she raised her hand and touched her ear, and informed the blood believers guarding the city in all directions to launch a barrier to block the city.

The Blood Church has conducted a detailed investigation into Akhtar's information and found that Akhtar has a mount that moves at an extremely ridiculous speed. As long as Akhtar rides that eight-legged horse, there is no chance that Akhtar will be killed. Catch me.

So they devised a plan.

Very despicable plan.

"It's really enviable." The woman with long wavy red hair landed on the ground, looked at Akhtar riding a horse not far away, and said:

"Let's talk about it?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Ximu's palm touched the sword of death, igniting the black flames symbolizing death.

"This city has been blocked by a barrier." The red-haired woman smiled, "And Michael is now lying on God's bed, I guess..."

Before he finished speaking, the light of the sword flashed past him. Mist appeared beside the red-haired woman at some unknown time, with the blade on the red-haired woman's neck.

In this regard, the red-haired woman did not panic at all. She raised her hand and grabbed the long knife on her neck, and blood flowed from her palm.

"Only one person can leave, you choose."

She kept smiling.

"It's still too late to rush there."

"Do you want to defeat them one by one?" Ximu seemed to guess the red-haired woman's thoughts, but still dismounted.

"Mister, go rescue people with your partner first."

"It's not a good thing to follow the enemy's intentions." Mist opened her red lips slightly, reluctant to separate from Akhtar.

In response, Ximu smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter, I will win."

"Understood." Mist chose to believe it, turned over and mounted the little mare, looking at the empty barrier in the sky.

But the little mare got tangled up, her hooves scraped against the ground, and she realized something was very wrong.

Next she seemed to be facing a god.

"What's wrong, partner?" Ximu turned around and looked at the little mare who didn't leave, showing a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will win."

I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about me!

The filly rolled her eyes and stamped her hoof on the ground, and Ximu finally saw what the filly meant.

He smiled.

"The God of Blood is very weak now, and you will be able to escape with your partner."

"..."

The little mare thought for a while, looked at Akhtar's gentle smile, and chose to believe it. She felt that Akhtar would not cheat her.

Without her, who can carry Akhtar everywhere in the future.

Thinking of this, she stamped her eight feet on the ground and disappeared like lightning, rushing towards the Blood Temple.

The speed was so fast that Mist had no time to say goodbye.

"Ah... As expected of a hero, it's easy to understand." The red-haired woman smiled as if she was mocking, "For the sake of my companions, I chose to stay alone and delay." She raised her hands, and the skin on both sides began to surge.

"Bang!" Blood splashed, like a balloon exploding, and the skin flew in all directions, exposing the muscles and blood vessels under the skin.

This is not a simple act of self-mutilation, but an attempt to bleed efficiently.

"Fleming, the Pope's daughter." The red-haired woman with skinless hands smiled at Ximu, "The next step is our one-on-one battle."

"No...wait." Ximu was not in a hurry. He took out a scroll, threw it to Fleming, and then inserted the sword of death into the ground.

He crossed his arms and said:

"With your talent, ten minutes...is enough?"

"Can you reveal me, right?" Fleming opened the scroll and watched it carefully. She had heard that Akhtar distributed a powerful magic to the heroes in the Black Rose Kingdom, allowing everyone to learn it. All heroes have received huge strength improvements.

"Why should I learn this?" she asked Akhtar while reading the scroll.

"I'm no hero."

"Maybe it's to... stall for time." Ximu replied casually, waiting for the Fleming Society to reveal me.

In today's Blood Temple, except for a few powerful blood believers, all have evacuated. Otherwise, sooner or later they will be infected by the curse of the Blood Temple and fall into uncontrollable madness.

This results in the Blood Temple having very few NPC characters that can be used to farm, and the quality is relatively high.

ten minutes later.

"——Can I appear!"

Fleming clapped his hands hard, and his body underwent a huge change, from the sexy red-haired lady with big waves to a moving mass of blood.

However, if you look closely, you can see that she still retains muscles and bones, but the blood covering her body is too thick, making it seem like she has turned into a pool of blood.

"So ugly." An accurate and objective evaluation. She basically has no human appearance now, and is basically just a ball of blood.

"But it's so easy." After saying this, Fleming clapped his hands, and blood burst out between his palms and penetrated Akhtar.

"Boom!" Several tall buildings were penetrated, but Akhtar, who was supposed to hit, disappeared from where he was.

"Buzz--" A fierce heat wave came from beside him. Fleming turned around and saw that Akhtar's body was radiating high temperatures, like burning coals, and the swirling air flow was accompanied by sparks flickering.

"You have to work hard to satisfy me." Ximu smiled evilly, and then kicked the ground suddenly. With the blood splashing under his feet, his whole body seemed to be a bullet, shooting out at an alarming speed.

Can see clearly!
Whether it was dynamic vision or reflex nerves telling him this, Fleming was sure that he could master the rhythm of the battle.

However, the next second after contact.

"What——!" The great sword of death suddenly accelerated, so fast that Fleming couldn't even react. The edge of the sword cut off her arm directly, and she was kicked hard in the abdomen, and her whole body fell down. Fly out.

Seeing this, Ximu grinned wildly, and blazing flames overflowed from his teeth. He fired a dragon's breath without hesitation. The raging flames instantly flooded the entire street, igniting several nearby tall buildings, and then exploded suddenly.

The remains of the high-rise buildings spread in all directions, carrying ash and fire, as if they were falling meteorites, smashing into nearby streets and houses.

Fire and blood filled the battlefield.

"The intelligence is wrong!" A strong man carried the seriously injured Fleming and ran away into the distance, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Originally, he wanted to sneak attack while Akhtar was fighting with Fleming, but unexpectedly... the battle ended in an instant.

The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.

"Cough cough cough...I was careless, let me go!" Fleming came to his senses and wanted to break away from the strong man and continue fighting Akhtar.

Since the other party is willing to fight a fair fight and leaves it to her to reveal myself, then she must let Akhtar enjoy himself.

"Miss, please recognize the reality!" The strong man couldn't help but complain and ran away even faster, "You can't beat me at all!"

"I was careless. I didn't expect that his attack would suddenly accelerate!" Fleming immediately retorted, and then his voice dropped again, saying words that were inaudible.

She also realized that she might not really be able to win.

She has been known as a genius since she was a child. She has never lost and thinks that she is not inferior to Akhtar.

After all, she has gone through so much training.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Sudden.

A miserable cry came from the front, and the strong man suddenly stopped, his legs rubbing against the ground, splashing blood on the ground.

He looked forward with fear, and saw Akhtar holding the neck of a blood believer with one hand. The blazing flames engulfed the blood believer and turned it into ashes in an instant.

Hands down.

"The battle has just begun, do you want to run away?" Ximu asked the strong man and Fleming in front of him. His pupils had turned into vertical pupils, and his body surface was like a burning flame, emitting astonishingly high temperatures.

The power from the red dragon, combined with the strengthening of the nest of life, and the increase in life brought by the burning of the ember flames. The superposition of the three states has greatly improved his strength.

This state will undoubtedly consume a lot of magic power, but with the support of the dragon's long magic bar, it is not a problem to sustain the battle for one or two hours.

"Miss...run away." The strong man put Fleming down and assumed a fighting posture. He stared at Akhtar walking step by step with solemn eyes, and cold sweat could not help falling on his forehead.

It was obvious that they were hunting Akhtar, but now there was an illusion that they were being hunted by Akhtar.

"As I said, I was careless." Fleming covered his belly, looked at the inhuman Akhtar opposite, and said:

"We continue to fight one-on-one."

"Your friends don't seem to think so." Ximu sneered and looked around, only to see blood believers wearing red robes and holding various weapons surrounding him.

"You are the hero Akhtar, don't blame us for being mean." Someone held the sickle in his hand tightly and slowly approached Akhtar.

"This was expected." Ximu shook his head, strengthening the power of the ash fire to burn vitality, and the spreading hot air made people feel like they were in a desert.

"You are just... consumables used to consume my magic power." He ruthlessly pointed out the fact that these people were consumables arranged by the Blood Church to consume his magic power.

The red flames swayed, and the magic power of fire became more and more powerful, burning, twisting and deforming the air.

"Consumable materials are often burned up." Ximu sneered, and the blood believers surrounding him also launched an attack at this moment.

Move forward to avoid the chop and the sickle.

Ximu raised his hand to grab the cheek of the attacking blood believer, and the blazing ash flames suddenly burst out, igniting the attacker's body, and then suddenly threw it towards another blood believer.

"Boom!" The ignited attacker turned into a suicide bomb, and the erupting flames engulfed several nearby blood believers.

The momentum of the siege weakened at this moment.

but.

"After death, you will only go to heaven and serve the God of Blood forever!" Someone among the besieging believers shouted, which made the hesitant blood believers firm up their thoughts and launch a death charge towards Akhtar.

(End of this chapter)