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Chapter 109 Lies, lies, lies
"Are you satisfied now?" The Blood Pope kept a calm and gentle smile. He didn't care at all about being threatened to let Mist go. As long as Akhtar didn't cooperate a little bit, he could take Mist away at any time. Catch it again.

In response, Xi Mu did not respond immediately, but just clenched the sword of light in his hand, as if he was considering whether to take action.

"It's better not to do that." The Blood Pope seemed to be aware of what Akhtar was thinking, looking sideways at the blood god who looked like a mummy, and explained:

"The source of fear is watching my god. Even if you release the Sword of Light, it is impossible to harm my god."

"..." Ximu narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the God of Blood. He vaguely noticed someone standing next to the God of Blood, smiling at him... a creepy smile.

If you want to kill the God of Blood, in addition to using hard power to overcome the Source of Fear and the Blood Pope, you can only make the God of Terror temporarily forget about fear and make the Source of Terror disappear temporarily, thus giving players the opportunity to kill the Blood God. god.

However, this timing must be maintained very well until the God of Blood is completely weakened and turned into a lamb to be slaughtered.

Only in this way can we create a miracle that has never happened in the past and will never happen in the future, killing gods with human beings.

"There is no choice." He lowered the sword of light he was holding tightly and smiled at the Blood Pope, "People have the last choice at any time."

"Of course you can choose to commit suicide." The Blood Pope maintained a calm and calm smile, "But I will destroy everything you cherish."

"I don't even know what I value." Ximu smiled, not caring about the threat of the Blood Pope.

In response, the Blood Pope's expression remained unchanged, and he kept smiling and said: "I heard that your teacher Hecate loves you very much."

he asked Akhtar.

"If Hecate's body was thrown in front of you, would you still be able to maintain your current calm attitude?"

Ximu's eyes turned cold.

however.

"And your little lovers Leticia and Asunagi." The Blood Pope smiled, "I can easily... deal with them if I want."

His voice was calm and cold.

"Of course you can commit suicide to escape everything, but I will impose everything you escape on the people who love you."

It is not an easy thing to shake a hero's will. Judging from Akhtar's attitude of stabbing himself without hesitation, threatening Akhtar with death is ineffective.

However, as long as people have love, they must have fear, and as long as you make good use of this fear, you can influence and control a person.

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, and looked at the Blood Pope. His eyes gradually changed from angry murderous intent to... indifference.

He shrugged and asked:
"What do you want to do?"

"This is something you need to consider." The Blood Pope raised his chin arrogantly, "You seem to be very good at gaining the favor of women."

He originally didn't think Akhtar could make the Death Witch change her will, but the God of Blood insisted that Akhtar could do it.

Then he can only find a way to execute it.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about me." Ximu sighed, looked at Michael, and said:
"I still have male friends."

Michael was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course you are my friend."

The Blood Pope glanced at Michael's beautiful face and couldn't help but shook his head, "Maybe... you just think that your relationship is friendship."

Ximu smiled carelessly, raised his hand to stroke the black hair on his forehead, his smile revealed mockery, "I am not a pervert like the God of Blood."

"Ha...you really do seem like a cultist." The Blood Pope smiled with satisfaction. He felt the ridicule and displeasure in Akhtar's words.

And this is a good thing, because it shows that Akhtar has accepted the coldness of reality in addition to resisting with words.

"There's nothing bad about cultists."

Ximu put down the hand that brushed his hair on his forehead, and there was no trace of confusion in his eyes anymore, and he chuckled:
"I suddenly realized one thing, not all gods need to be respected."

"Oh?" The God of Blood smiled half-heartedly.

"Even if you kill him, there will be no regrets." Ximu declared, "This world will become a better place because of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he released the Sword of Light.

The light began to surge, directly drowning the Blood God on the throne at an unavoidable speed.

Subsequently.

"Clang~" The sword of light fell. Akhtar covered his mouth and spit out blood. He was hit by a big green hand emerging from the void and pierced his chest with sharp nails.

This is the phantom hand of the source of fear.

The God of Blood on the throne was safe and sound. His pupils moved slightly, looking at Akhtar who was seriously injured and dying below, and wanted to ask the source of fear to let Akhtar live.

however.

"You really can't kill me?" Ximu stared at the God of Blood and said as if he was swearing:
"But next time I will definitely find a way to kill you completely." After saying this, he turned into a phantom and disappeared.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Blood Pope froze on the spot. Akhtar in front of him was actually just a clone, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Hahaha... As expected of Akhtar." Michael laughed happily, feeling very satisfied that Akhtar was just a clone and successfully rescued his sister.

Being able to deceive in front of gods and successfully rescue one's friends is such an ability.

"awesome!"

On a high-rise building in the city.

The Goddess of Lies hugged Eden's arm, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and looked in the direction of the Blood Temple, "Akhtar, you are indeed very suitable to become my disciple."

"..." Helplessness appeared on Eden's delicate and pretty face.

From the perspective of the Goddess of Lies, Akhtar performed an excellent deception, not only deceiving the Blood Pope, the Source of Fear, the God of Blood, but also deceiving all the onlookers.

Escaping from an almost desperate situation and rescuing his little lover, this is simply the best performance.

However, from her perspective, it was Akhtar who completely lost respect for the gods, and his thoughts underwent a huge change.

"Akhtar no longer believes in other gods." She shook her head gently and revealed Akhtar's transformation.

Apart from the goddess of life, it is estimated that it is impossible for Akhtar to believe in other gods now, and he has a subversive understanding of the concept of gods as a group.

From the greatness of the gods to the greatness of individuals.

If Akhtar can grow to the same height as the goddess of life in the future, then the belief in the goddess of life will also change.

Although the intensity of the feelings probably won't change, it probably can no longer be called faith.

Rather, it is something close to an emotion like admiration.

"Is it because you believe in gods because you are a god?" The Goddess of Lies shook her head and asked a question, "Can people only believe in gods?"

She smiled and answered to herself.

"This belief can also come from a person's charm. Even if Akhtar does not believe in gods, it does not prevent him from having faith in me." "You are right." Eden agreed with the words of the Goddess of Lies. The object of belief does not have to be a god, it can also be an idea, or it can be specific to an individual.

"Then I'll go and play with him." The Goddess of Lies hugged Eden's arm tightly and disappeared on the roof.

……

...

The light of the knife flashed.

Several monsters turned into pieces and scattered in the dark forest, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Mister's tall body was bathed in the dark red moonlight, and she fell into... confusion and at a loss.

Cry, she won't.

As a warrior, she no longer cries after her blade can cut the sky.

Swearing, neither.

She has always felt that words are not as convenient as the blade in her hand since she was a child. As long as she improves her strength to a certain level, she can make anyone talk to her calmly.

Therefore, only killing could make her feel a moment of peace. Only wielding a knife and focusing her body and mind on the knife could divert her attention.

In the darkness, in the forest full of monsters, monsters were killed by blades. Wherever Mist walked, the corpses of the monsters would be left behind.

If this continues, Mist will sooner or later turn into Shura, pleasure herself with killing, and kill all living beings indiscriminately.

however.

"Isn't it too... unique to greet him with a blade?" Ximu raised his hands and looked at the long knife that reached his neck.

"Akhtar, why are you here?" Mist's voice was full of hope, but also contained murderous intent.

Reason was telling her that Akhtar was imprisoned by the God of Blood and could not come to her.

But her sensibility was telling her that the Akhtar in front of her was himself, not another being in disguise.

Ximu smiled when he saw this, raised his hand to grab Mist's long knife, and pressed it towards his neck. When he cut the skin of his neck, he felt... resistance.

"Your body has already given the answer." He turned to look at the little mare aside, "And my partner can prove my identity."

"..." Mist turned to look at the little mare aside. After receiving a positive response, she completely gave up her suspicion.

She opened her red lips lightly and found that words were not enough to express the excited feelings in her heart, so she chose to hold Akhtar in her arms.

The little mare nearby witnessed this scene and scraped her hooves against the ground. She was actually not very worried about Akhtar's safety.

If Akhtar's life is really in danger, the Witch of Destiny will come and kill all the enemies directly.

And right now.

"Crack~" came the sound of branches breaking, alerting Mist and Akhtar, who were hugging each other, and drew their swords and pointed them at the place where the incident occurred.

"Wow, what a cold look." The goddess of lies hid behind Eden as if she was afraid.

She leaned her head in and smiled at the two of them.

"Obviously I'm here to help you."

"Help us?" Ximu showed a look of disbelief, and the Goddess of Lies saw her cheeks slightly bulging, and then smiled sweetly.

"Since you don't want help, let's make a deal."

"What do you want?" Ximu asked. He actually did not need the help of the Goddess of Lies, but the subsequent version advancement required the help of the Goddess of Lies in order to overlap life and death in this world.

Then the goddess of lies and the witch of death need to cooperate to overlap the two concepts of life and death in this world.

After all, the current power of the Death Witch is not enough to cover the entire world with the concept of death.

Someone must help spread the concept of death.

The Goddess of Lies is this amplifier that can help the Witch of Death amplify the concept of death.

"Become my believer." The goddess of lies made the condition.

To this, Ximu replied readily, "I really have no interest in you, and I can't have a heart of faith at all."

"Isn't it okay to lie to others?" The goddess of lies shook her head and rested her chin on Eden's shoulder.

"Want to kill...oh, no."

She rephrased her words.

"If you want to save Michael, you must make the source of fear disappear temporarily, otherwise you will not be able to take Michael away."

"Then how to make the source of fear disappear?" Ximu asked the key point. The so-called source of fear is just the manifestation of the fear of the God of Terror. As long as the God of Terror loses the corresponding fear, the source of fear will disappear. will disappear temporarily.

Until the God of Terror gave birth to something new and terrifying.

"Let the deep fear cover the original fear." The Goddess of Lies gave the answer, "As long as the God of Terror is born, like this terrifying idea, the original source of fear will temporarily disappear. "

She smiled slyly.

"The birth of a new source of fear will take a certain amount of time, enough for you to take back Michael."

"Then how can we make the God of Terror give birth to a new fear?" Ximu asked, but the goddess of lies did not answer. She crossed her fingers on her chest and blinked at Ximu.

This familiar action.

"Summon the Death Witch to come?" Ximu nodded, then shook his head, "If I can find the Death Witch to take action, then why not rescue Michael directly?"

"To be more precise, anything that may cause the death of God can make the God of Terror feel fear." The Lie Witch explained, "The existence that the God of Terror fears most is the God of Omniscience, the embodied fear. The origin is also associated with the omniscient God.”

She looked at Akhtar's stiff expression.

"Don't worry, the source of fear and the omniscient god are not the same thing. They can only achieve the level of omniscience "in the heart". The source of terror can control all weirdness, understand all weirdness, and trigger weirdness in people's hearts."

"But when it comes to specific people, it's of little use."

"..." Ximu pretended to be relieved, thought carefully for a moment, turned his eyes to Eden, and said:
"Eden, you are well-known among the gods, right?"

"..."

Eden nodded.

She is a doll created by the omniscient god, and she also has the authority to manage the omniscient tree, so she is naturally very famous.

And Ximu also expressed his thoughts.

"Can you please tell me a lie? Just say that I have been chosen by Ragnarok and am the one who caused Ragnarok."

(End of this chapter)