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Chapter 113 The Second Dead God
The sky is burning, and the dark clouds are reddened by the scalding heat, as if they may melt at any time, causing the sky fire to fall and burn the entire world.

The dangerous atmosphere seemed to announce that the end of the world was coming.

"A new source of fear is about to be born." The goddess of lies raised her hand to cover her forehead, looking at the burning sky with a subtle expression on her pretty face.

"Eden, is that guy... really safe?"

Eden looked calmly and said softly: "Didn't you personally draw the new image and power of the source of fear?"

"That's true." The Goddess of Lies still felt that something was wrong. She made up a Lord of Ashes based on Akhtar's opinions and some subjective thoughts of her own.

The effect was very good. As soon as the God of Terror saw the Lord of Ashes in the mirror, he was immediately frightened and panicked, and regarded the Lord of Ashes as the most feared object.

However, I don’t know if it was because I was too scared, which led to the new source of fear and a strong feeling of danger.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have made it up to be so scary." Her cheeks bulged slightly, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Even if the God of Terror could manifest the Lord of Ashes, after all, there was an upper limit to his strength and it was impossible to make her up. The Lord of Ashes fully manifests.

So she doesn't need to worry too much.

"I hope they take Michael away as soon as possible." Eden lowered his eyes, his voice containing a hint of worry, "The source of fear born this time...maybe, will follow the description indiscriminately and burn everything."

"The God of Blood will not let them leave." The Goddess of Lies smiled slightly and looked in the direction of the Blood Temple, "Now it depends on how Akhtar handles it."

She tapped her lower lip with her finger.

“If you delay it for too long, any accumulated advantages will be lost.”

Eden: "..."

Based on the analysis of the existing intelligence, it only takes about an hour for a new source of fear to be born. It is basically impossible to rescue Michael within an hour. Even if the God of Blood is extremely weak, it is difficult to rescue him. Showing the power that a god should have.

However, the Blood Pope is also capable enough to stop Akhtar and Mist.

……

...

Cough cough--

The God of Blood raised his hand to cover his mouth, and shocking blood spilled from his fingers. His breath suddenly improved, and his sunken eyes also regained consciousness.

"Michael, help me." He put down the hand covering his mouth and asked Michael beside him. Now he felt sober as never before, and his whole body was in an extremely transparent state.

It was a very strange feeling. He knew that he... was about to die, and he could roughly guess when he would die.

Michael was silent for a moment after hearing this, looking at the pleading eyes of the Blood God, knowing that if he refused, it would probably cause the Blood God to give up on himself and kill everyone present, so he had to compromise.

"Akhtar, can I ask you a favor?" He turned his eyes to Akhtar, and their eyes overlapped.

A silent understanding allowed them to reach a consensus.

"Can the Witch of Death unlock the... poison from the God of Blood?"

"..."

Ximu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Michael, as if to confirm whether Michael was joking, but after seeing Michael keep smiling.

He hesitated.

"Akhtar, we have no conflict of interest." Seeing this, the Blood Pope also began to persuade. He poked the ground with his gem-encrusted cane and showed an elegant and easy-going smile, "If you can help me, God, Afterwards, you can not only gain the friendship of the Blood God, but also the support of the Blood Pope.”

"Let's forget about the friendship of the Blood God!" Mist's cold voice revealed her vigilance. She did not want Akhtar to have any involvement with the Blood God, and was worried that the Blood God might have evil intentions against Akhtar.

However, Ximu didn't seem to care about the details. Instead, he was concerned about another issue, "After the treatment, will the God of Blood still attack Michael?"

"Of course not." The God of Blood replied immediately. He just wanted to survive now and was not very interested in Michael's body.

Ximu nodded when he heard this and said:
"Okay, I hope you can keep your promise."

Is this a success?
The Blood God was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with the Blood Pope, feeling incredible at how easy the situation was.

Ximu didn't waste any time. He squatted down on the ground and began to write a spell. The golden words moved like fish.

After a moment, the golden words disappeared.

"What happened?" The Blood Pope asked, but Ximu shook his head regretfully when everyone felt hopeless.

"The Witch of Death agreed to withdraw the death poison from the Blood God." Ximu explained, turning his gaze to the surprised Blood God, and added coldly, "But the Blood Pope needs to be... a sacrifice. ”

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The God of Blood's expression of surprise faded. He did not expect that the Witch of Death would make such a request.

"Let me be a sacrifice. The Witch of Death really values ​​me." The Blood Pope subconsciously clenched his cane, stared at Akhtar coldly and said:
"Why would the Witch of Death know about a minor character like me?"

He is a big shot in the Blood Church, but in the eyes of the Death Witch, he is a small character. There is no reason why he would be specifically asked to be a sacrifice.

Ximu gave an explanation for this.

"Because I specifically talked to the Death Witch about you. The soul of a god's companion is more valuable than the soul of a country."

"You just want me to die and steal Michael, right?" The Blood Pope asked coldly, "If the Witch of Death really wants my soul, let the Witch of Death come and collect it in person."

"Without sacrificing your soul, the Witch of Death will not come." Ximu smiled indifferently and spoke nonsense seriously.

In fact, he didn't contact the Death Witch at all, and he didn't plan to save the Blood God. He just planned to deal with the Blood Pope.

Although it seems that the Blood Pope is at a disadvantage, the actual fight is still very difficult. Without the help of Mist, there is no chance of winning against the Blood Pope. The ability to damage and influence, and the Blood Pope can use prayer to create at any time The large amount of blood is really a bit...unexplainable.

"..." The Blood Pope's eyes were cold, and bright red blood began to overflow from his feet, spreading like a river.

He planned to force his hand and make Akhtar submit.

"Ah~ Human, do you think I would betray my partner?" The God of Blood stood up, his skinny body exuding a strong aura of danger.

He walked towards Akhtar step by step.

"That has nothing to do with me." Ximu replied indifferently, the sword of light in his hand ignited a blazing flame, "I am just relaying the will of the Death Witch."

"Ha~ you can only convey your will." The God of Blood sneered. He did not suspect that Akhtar was lying, unless Akhtar was disrespectful to the Witch of Death and wanted to meet the wrath of the Witch of Death.

And Akhtar is also a noble hero.

and so.

"Let the Witch of Death come." The palm of his hand penetrated, and the Blood Pope's eyes widened. He felt that his heart was being clenched, as if there was an electric current flowing through his body, making him unable to move.

Then he was pushed and fell in front of Akhtar. "Ahem, why?" The Blood Pope struggled to support the ground with both hands, and turned to look at the God of Blood, his eyes filled with... anger and confusion.

However, the Blood God did not look at the Blood Pope. He cast his sight on Akhtar and said:
"If you can't summon the Death Witch, all of you will die."

In order to survive, of course he is willing to sacrifice the Blood Pope. Although there are very few people who can become the companion of the gods, they must understand the corresponding path to a certain extent in order to meet the need to become the companion of the gods.

But now he is too lazy to care about his partner. As long as he can survive, he will find a more suitable partner sooner or later for him who has unlimited time.

Now I can only compromise temporarily and sacrifice my partner.

"Ha... don't worry, how could I lie to you." Ximu squatted down and looked at the Blood Pope who was still struggling to get rid of the shackles of blood clots.

He held the bloody Pope by the scruff of his neck.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being with the wrong god."

"Hehehehe!" The Blood Pope suddenly laughed. Looking at Akhtar's cold eyes, his expression suddenly became ferocious. "I curse you. Sooner or later, you will lose the one you love and die in the hands of the one you love."

"Really?" Ximu responded coldly, using the sword of light in his hand to pierce the heart of the Blood Pope. The fire from the ashes swallowed up the Blood Pope in an instant.

The God of Blood showed an expectant expression.

Then, he saw Akhtar draw out the sword of light and strike him hard, and the light engulfed his vision.

"Boom!" The pillar of light penetrated the atmosphere, along with the thick dark clouds in the sky, revealing Akhtar behind the dark clouds. No... he was an existence similar to Akhtar. He was riding an eight-legged horse, Holding a spear and one eye with a crazy will to burn everything, he is like the Lord of Ashes in the endless distant future.

Ximu and Mist also took advantage of this moment to mount the summoned little mare, then grabbed Michael by the back collar and fled towards the horizon at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black dot and disappeared completely.

"Akhtar, have you really figured out the price for daring to deceive the gods?" The cold voice suddenly echoed, and the blood in the damaged temple surged, forming the God of Blood.

He is not dead yet.

God, even if he is dying, he is still a god.

"Akhtar, who...are you?" The God of Blood raised his head, followed the induction of breath, looked at the one-eyed Akhtar in the sky, and immediately fell into silence.

That's right, both the aura and appearance are the same as Akhtar's, and the eight-legged horse can even illustrate Akhtar's identity.

But he was certain that it was definitely not the Akhtar he knew, if Akhtar was that powerful and dangerous.

And right now.

Akhtar in the sky moved his eyes for a moment, looking at the God of Blood as if he was sizing up an ant. Those eyes seemed to contain the fire that burned everything, which made people feel creepy.

The atmosphere became tense.

The God of Blood was stared at and did not dare to move, fearing that he would be stabbed to death by a spear, while Akhtar, the eye in the sky, did not make any movement, but his aura became more and more dangerous and real, as if he was walking out of the scroll. come out.

But soon.

"It must be the source of fear." The God of Blood reacted, but he missed the opportunity to chase Akhtar. The eight-legged horse ran so fast that it is not clear where it escaped now.

And he was too weak.

He was already about to die, but he was hit head-on by the Sword of Light, completely entering a dying state.

There was really nothing he could do now.

"My partner." The Blood God focused his attention on the ground. The Blood Pope was burned to ashes, and he felt a strong hatred towards Akhtar... in his heart.

If Akhtar hadn't asked him to sacrifice the Blood Pope, he wouldn't have lost his partner. If Akhtar hadn't sneak-attacked him with the Sword of Light, he wouldn't have died so quickly.

If Akhtar hadn't deceived the God of Terror, causing him to lose the protection of the source of fear, he would not have fallen to this point.

However, it was too late to save it all.

The God of Blood squatted down, and the moment his fingers touched the ashes on the ground, the sword of death penetrated his chest, embedding the God of Blood on the ground as if it were a nail.

Miss Black Knife looked indifferently, stepped on the God of Blood, and drew out the Great Sword of Death. The gushing blood soaked her black robe.

In this world, who has the deepest favor of death and can reach the level of killing the gods. There is no doubt that only Miss Black Knife, known as the blade that penetrates the gods, can also give the concept of death to the gods. .

And this means that Miss Black Knife can theoretically kill a god, as long as the god does not resist and is still in a weak state.

That would be a fatal blow.

God is dead.

Miss Black Knife took a few steps back, turned into a phantom and disappeared in place, and the moment she disappeared.

"Boom!" The curse suddenly broke out, like a flash flood, and a large amount of blood poured out from the Blood Temple.

And as if stimulated by a curse.

The one-eyed Akhtar in the sky also reacted. He clenched the spear in his hand and locked his eyes on the goddess of lies in the City of Blood.

Both sides looked at each other.

"Boom!" The spear penetrated out, carrying the flames of ashes, setting the entire City of Blood on fire.

……

...

at the same time.

on the other side.

The reflections of giant dragons suddenly appeared on the boundless snow. The hunter subconsciously looked up and saw hundreds of giant dragons flying past.

"I didn't expect that the Blood Church would actually ask for help from us." The leading dragon flapped its wings and looked in the direction of the Blood Temple.

"It seems they also know some troublesome information."

"It's a good thing to catch Akhtar." A giant dragon next to him replied, his voice full of calmness.

As dragons, they would not send them away one by one. When they knew that Akhtar had the ability to kill ordinary dragons, they had already decided to crush them with their absolute strength.

So they sent hundreds of powerful dragons at once. No matter how amazing Akhtar was, there was no chance of winning.

(End of this chapter)