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Chapter 108 Sadness and Despair

Blood Temple.

Mist raised her head and looked at the God of Blood on the throne.

I believe it is not as tall and sacred as the bard described it, but rather like a mummy, with bones sticking to its skin, and shocking blood flowing from its sunken eye sockets.

"God of Blood, you...are about to die." She asserted, holding the long knife tightly in her hand, ready to fight back at any time.

However, the God of Blood did not respond to such disrespectful words, as if he was completely dead.

And it was at this moment that Mist realized one thing, she had...the opportunity to kill the god.

God originally had no concept of death, which meant that he could not be killed, but the God of Blood was forcibly given the concept of death.

Now she can kill the God of Blood, and as long as she kills the God of Blood, all blood believers will lose the power of blood prayer, which means Akhtar can escape the seal of the barrier.

And her brother can avoid being insulted by the God of Blood. She can save the two people she cares about most at once.

Da da--

The sound of footsteps echoed in the temple, and Mist approached the God of Blood step by step without any hesitation.

however.

"Stop moving forward, mortal!" A majestic voice came. Under Mist's gaze, blood overflowed from the God of Blood's body and flowed to the ground, gathering into a pool of blood.

Then, a man emerged from the pool of blood. He was very handsome, holding a cane inlaid with gems. He was wearing clothes that symbolized the Pope. His aura was very close to that of the God of Blood.

"It's really surprising that the Blood Pope is... the companion of God." Mist's voice was too calm, and her pace did not slow down.

She never misses an opportunity to kill the Blood God, even though a god's companion can share the god's authority and explore the limits of the path with him.

But it is sharing after all. As long as the god who is the source of power becomes weak, the power of God's partner will also weaken.

It is impossible to maintain a power equal to that of God.

"Even if my divine power is weakened." The Blood Pope shook his head slightly, his expression turning cold.

"It doesn't mean I'm getting weaker."

no answer.

Mist drew her sword, and the light of the sword cut the air and collided with the Blood Pope's scepter.

"Boom!" The diffusion shock shook the Blood Temple, and the two beings who transcended the limits of the human realm started a fierce fight.

at the same time.

In a conference room with the door closed.

"..." The man with the cross scar on his face couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "Can't we work together to catch Akhtar?"

He stated the speculation.

"With Akhtar's existing magical power, he probably won't be able to activate the Sword of Light."

In response, a strong woman with taut muscles raised her hand to stroke her short blond hair and asked with the man's aching expression:

"Have you ever used the Sword of Light? Do you know how much magic power is required to activate it?"

She yawned.

"Whether two people are fighting against Akhtar at the same time, or ten people are fighting against Akhtar, the threat of the Sword of Light is the same."

"If you can deal with Akhtar alone, it's better to deal with it alone." The casual words told a very cold fact and gave up the man's idea of ​​besieging Akhtar.

The man scratched his head and sighed:

"I used to hear that the villains in stories could clearly beat the protagonist in a group, but they had to send them off one by one."

He smiled bitterly.

"Now I kind of understand." After saying that, he stood up and left the conference hall, pushed open the door without hesitation, and disappeared into the sunlight.

When the strong woman saw this, she leaned back on the chair and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. She was the next person to fight Akhtar.

However, in Akhtar's current state, there should be no chance of winning, unless Akhtar can come up with some trick.

A few minutes later.

News of the war broke out and the men who went to capture Akhtar died in battle.

Hmm... He is indeed a hero, he is capable of things that others cannot.

But there is good news. Now Akhtar's magic power is indeed about to bottom out, and even the dragon's breath cannot be released.

It has indeed reached its limit.

"Geglan, the rest is up to you."

On the main seat, the director of the Inquisition, with his hands crossed and fingers crossed, spoke to the strong woman with a serious expression.

"It doesn't matter if you break your limbs, but you must capture them alive."

"It would be too troublesome to capture him alive." Gegelan stood up, waved his hands with his back to everyone, and his figure disappeared in the light and shadow of the door.

...

"Bang!" Gegelan jumped from the building, and his thick feet landed on the solid stone road, causing cracks like spider webs.

She raised the giant ax in her hand, pointed at Akhtar who was standing opposite in a pool of blood, and said seriously:
"You are very handsome. I want to have sex with you once."

"Huh...?" Ximu tilted his head, as if he didn't hear clearly. Seeing this, Gegelan shook the weird-shaped giant ax in his hand.

"If you lose to me, you will be severely humiliated by me. I haven't tried what it's like to be a hero yet."

Ximu was not angry and said: "If you lose, I will only kill you."

The woman he faced this time was called Gegelan, a relatively well-known NPC character. As long as the player has a good-looking face and has a corresponding reputation, Gegelan will covet the player's body.

If defeated, he will be physically and mentally humiliated by Gegelan.

Of course, the game official will not give a specific insult process, but will only give the player a paragraph of text. You have suffered a double insult of body and soul.

By the way, it also comes with the achievement [Geglan’s praise].

"Only if you can do it!" Gegelan laughed loudly, clenched the giant ax in his hand, and chopped down in the direction of the split wood.

"Boom!" A corner of the city was split open, and the diffusion impact hit the barrier hard, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

And do all this.

Gegelan turned around and ran away without hesitation. She knew that her fighting skills were far inferior to those of a genius like Akhtar. After a few fights, Akhtar would figure out the way to fight.

Therefore, her fighting ideas are very simple. She always attacks from a distance and consumes Akhtar's magic power.

however.

"Gulu." Ximu took out the magic potion bottle to restore magic power and started drinking from bottle to bottle.

The magic power that was about to bottom out also recovered.

Gegelan's escape steps stalled, and then he turned around and rushed towards Akhtar.

"How much magic potion do you still have to restore your magic power?"

"It's almost gone." Ximu grinned maliciously, flames spilled out from the gaps between his teeth, and soon the red fire engulfed everything.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that a mushroom cloud suddenly appeared in a corner of the city, and blazing fire rushed past, tearing apart the building debris like a hurricane, and in an instant it was dissolved into magma by the terrifying high temperature.

"This is too messy!" Gegelan flew upside down and used his giant ax to block the incoming shock wave. At the same time, he twisted and observed the surrounding situation to prevent Akhtar from making a sneak attack.

In Akhtar's current state, using such a strong and large-scale attack would undoubtedly be a waste of magic power.

Unless Akhtar's attack was to... pave the way, or to cover up some key information.

"Wait, those are two Akhtars?"

Gegelan's eyes suddenly widened. In the blazing firelight, she saw the two Akhtars. There was no difference in aura... or appearance, as if they were the same person.

Is it a clone, or an alchemy tool.

Before she had time to think about it, she saw Akhtar raising the sword of light and swinging it at her.

The light began to roar, drowning Gaglan at an unavoidable speed, as if it were erasing words with an eraser.

The traces of Gegelan's existence completely disappeared.

"It's time to finish."

Ximu withdrew his gaze and looked at the clone beside him. It was his reflection, possessing all the skills and props he should have.

Nine of the ten types of shadow magic are reflections in mirrors.

This is a genius whose existence is unknown. He has the ability to reflect everything about others. As long as he is within the range of his reflection, he can reflect a person's appearance, strength, and equipment.

However, the actual feeling when players use it is to summon a clone, and this clone is stronger than the main body.

That's right, the clone summoned by the player is better at using abilities, prayers, magic, and equipment than the player.

Of course, this is only for novice players. After playing a few more games, the clone will no longer be stronger than the main body.

The smoke cleared.

Ximu sat cross-legged on the ground, with many empty bottles for restoring magic power thrown around him, and a sword of light stuck beside him.

He was now visibly weak. But at this time, no one dared to test whether he was really weak.

After a while.

"Akhtar, let's take it easy!" A little girl holding a magic wand came over with a cry.

She was just a candidate for the Heresy Tribunal, but now she had to face a ruthless person like Akhtar.

You don't need to think about it to know that you are going to die here.

Ximu observed the little girl, managed to stand up on his knees, smiled and said: "Come...catch me."

He stretched out his hand.

The little girl was stunned for a moment when she saw this, tentatively reached out and grabbed Akhtar's wrist.

"Why were you caught by me?" she asked curiously, and then received an unexpected answer.

"Although it's easy to kill you." Ximu shook his head and smiled gently, "But you are not hostile to me, are you?"

He replied.

"It's better to forget about killing children who are forced to fight."

The little girl pursed her lips. She suddenly felt relieved, and then felt guilty again.

It was obvious that she had bad intentions, but Akhtar, as an enemy, was considerate of her.

"I'm going to take you to the Blood Temple." She whispered, grabbed Akhtar's wrist, and walked towards the Blood Temple.

Ximu didn't resist the whole time and allowed the little girl to pull him away.

This scene made the blood believers who observed from a distance feel a little doubtful about life, after so many people had been sacrificed.

Now tell them that they can take Akhtar away as long as they send a non-hostile little girl.

So what's the point of them dying so many people.

……

...

The barrier that blocked the city was lifted.

The little girl held... no, to be more precise, she supported Akhtar, walking along the winding stone steps towards the Temple of Blood.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the Blood Temple.

The expected sanctity and solemnity did not exist. Except for...the throne of the god being intact, everything was completely destroyed.

"What...what is this?" The little girl opened her mouth, and immediately found that her head was being held down.

She looked up and saw Akhtar smiling.

"Leave the Blood Temple, your mission has been completed." Ximu staggered, lowered himself towards the throne and walked out.

The little girl touched her forehead, hesitated for a moment, and left the Blood Temple obediently.

Regardless, her mission was accomplished.

"We meet again, Michael." Ximu kept smiling and smiled at Michael next to the throne:

"Glad to see you're okay."

"My friend, I too..." Michael smiled, but found that his sister had arrived in front of Akhtar at some point.

"Ah, we have a really good relationship." He was stunned for a moment, watching Mister hugging Akhtar tightly, and immediately realized that his sister had different feelings towards Akhtar. "

"Your only biological sister is about to be kidnapped." The Blood Pope chuckled, "Michael, don't you have any ideas?"

"Akhtar is a man worth trusting." Michael replied with a smile, "I have no reason to object."

His words were very sincere.

"Is there anything more fortunate than being able to entrust your most cherished family members to your trusted friends?"

"That man is not worthy of trust." The Blood Pope's voice was cold and he sneered:
“Do you know how many people Akhtar killed?”

"Yes, I know very well." Michael responded, having a rough guess about what Akhtar did.

He knew that Akhtar must have killed many people, but this was not a reason to hate Akhtar and feel that Akhtar was not worthy of entrustment.

"Hmph." The Blood Pope snorted and turned his attention to the two young men and women hugging each other. Akhtar and Mist hugged each other for a long time before reluctantly separating.

"Mister, have you been caught?" Ximu cast his gaze towards the God's Seat, landing on the God of Blood who resembled several corpses.

He knew that the God of Blood was not dead yet and retained a certain degree of fighting ability. Now he was just focusing on fighting death.

Mister was silent for a moment and explained:
"The Blood Pope is the companion of the Blood God, and they still retain very strong power."

"Since you already have a partner, why do you want to capture Michael?" Ximu asked in confusion, looking at the Blood Pope:

"Don't you care if your partner cheats?"

Blood Pope: "..."

This human is a bit annoying, and now he wants to strangle Akhtar to death, but he maintains the calmness that a strong man should have.

"Partners are not equal to husband and wife." He explained and poked the ground with his stick, "Akhtar, let's make a deal."

Ximu frowned and asked, "What do you want?"

"Let the Witch of Death undo the poison of death contaminated by my god." The Blood Pope answered, "Do you have a way to contact the Witch of Death?"

"Okay." Ximu was extremely happy, "Give me a sacrifice, and I can summon the Witch of Death right now."

"You seem to have misunderstood my words." The Blood Pope shook his head, "You need to find a way to persuade the Witch of Death to remove the poison of death from my Lord."

Ximu remained expressionless and asked, "Why do you think the Witch of Death will listen to me?"

"You have this value." The Blood Pope's voice was calm, as if he had determined that Akhtar had a certain degree of value in the eyes of the Death Witch.

Ximu's expression was subtle: "You don't believe this yourself, do you?"

"I believe it." The Blood Pope lied with a straight face. He actually did not believe that Akhtar was qualified to make the Witch of Death change her mind. But who made the Blood God think that Akhtar had such value that he had to order to capture Akhtar alive? Tarr comes to threaten the Witch of Death.

"In other words, I am very important...right?" Ximu suddenly realized, and immediately put the sword of light on his neck.

"Let Mister and Michael go, or I will die in front of you."

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Blood Pope's eyes widened. This man's first counterattack was to threaten them.

"Do you think this can threaten me?" He sneered, and saw Akhtar stabbing his heart through without hesitation.

"I will die in about ten seconds. It's your choice."

"Yes." The Blood Pope agreed without hesitation. Akhtar pulled out the sword of light that pierced his heart and used healing prayer to restore the pierced heart.

After confirming that Akhtar's heart was cured, he changed his tone:

"But I can only let Mist leave."

"..."

Ximu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was considering whether to drill another hole in his heart.

"The God of Blood will not let Michael leave." The Blood Pope said, "We also need to restrain your chips."

His voice was calm.

"If you want, you can also choose to let Mist stay."

"No." Ximu subconsciously refused, but immediately felt that something was wrong, and turned away his head in embarrassment.

"I mean...Mist, no, it's just...well...it's complicated anyway."

"It's okay, I understand." Michael smiled and nodded. He didn't have any resentment at all for Akhtar's choice to let his sister leave. Rather, he felt happy.

"Then do this." Ximu turned around and smiled at Mister, "Mister, you..."

"I want to stay." Mister shook her head. She wanted to let Michael leave and stay to face everything with Akhtar.

However, Akhtar put the sword on his neck and his voice revealed helplessness:

"Leave here or I leave this world."

"..."

Mist was silent for a long time, and her stern and determined eyes dimmed, like a bright gem covered in dust.

She had never been so powerless.

Not only did he fail to rescue his brother, but he also put Akhtar in danger. This was a complete failure.

"Believe me." Ximu smiled gently and looked at Mister, whose eyes were dim, "I will definitely be fine."

"...Understood." Mist nodded slightly. She did not believe Akhtar's comfort, but instead fell into deeper despair.

However, she still responded to Akhtar with action, turned around and left the Blood Temple, disappearing under the gaze of everyone.

The awe-inspiring back of a Valkyrie looked extremely...sad and desperate at the moment.

(End of this chapter)