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Chapter 123 I’ll Kick You to Death

"..." Ximu looked at the sad and desperate princess with an indifferent gaze, and then looked around the hall, the gorgeous red carpet on the floor, the well-dressed nobles, and the vigilant knights.

No one here wants to die.

However, life and death does not depend on them, just as they can decide the life and death of civilians at will, and he can decide the life and death of everyone present at will.

However, there was one person...who was an exception.

Rod.

A knight with an original soul has the ability to turn everything into "salt". Anything that is actually harmed by him will be forcibly turned into salt.

The reason for the creation of this ability, according to the official explanation of the game, is to avoid offending the god of contract and wealth, while also being a way to lend a helping hand to the poor.

And salt is what Knight Rod believes is a means to gain wealth and thus help more people.

Selfless giver.

An upright knight.

The Edge of the Kingdom.

All these titles indicate that Rhodes is a powerful human being, except that... he is too strict in observing the duties and conscience of a knight.

Basically there are no flaws to pick out.

By the way, Rhodes is married and has two beautiful daughters. He is not single, although he looks very young and handsome.

But he is a man with a wife and children.

"You seem to have other ideas?" Ximu turned his head and his gaze fell on a knight with short silver hair and handsome looks. He saw that he had one hand on the knight's sword at his waist and gave him a helpless smile.

The sight lines of both parties overlapped into a line.

Subsequently.

"This...is not a topic I should be involved in as a knight." Rhodes lowered his head slightly, and the silver hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.

He chose to escape.

If Akhtar had posed the question to him, he would not have been able to give any clear answer, whether it was for the majority to destroy the minority or to let the moving calamity continue to wreak havoc and cause greater casualties.

This moral dilemma left him with no answer at all.

"Really?" Ximu seemed to withdraw his gaze in disappointment, and then he heard Rhodes say something.

"I won't let you destroy Donoma."

"What about the moving disaster?" Ximu asked back, and Rhodes answered without hesitation.

"My sword will also be aimed at moving disasters."

Ximu said: "Can we win?"

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent.

Everyone present knew that Rhodes was the strongest in this country, but they also knew that he had no chance of winning against the moving disaster.

"Akhtar, do we have to sacrifice this country?" A white-haired old man came out.

He was leaning on a cane, but his eyes were very calm.

"At the speed at which the disaster is moving, I'm afraid it will soon reach the kingdom, and there won't be enough time to sacrifice the entire country."

“Is there any way to reduce the need for sacrifices?”

Under the current circumstances, discussing with Akhtar whether to sacrifice the entire kingdom is a very foolish thing to do. The moving disaster is about to reach the kingdom, and a decision must be made as quickly as possible.

Otherwise everyone present will die.

"Are you saying that sacrificing civilians is enough?" Ximu asked, but the old man did not answer and looked at Akhtar calmly.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

"The souls of civilians are worthless." Ximu denied it. "Even if we want to reduce the number, sacrificing everyone here is the best option."

"..."

Rhodes subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the knight's sword at his waist. He looked around at the nobles present and felt... shaken by what Akhtar said.

And right now.

"Bang!" The king stood up from the throne with an angry slamming of the table. He glared at Rhodes and said:
"Rod, what do you want to do?"

The color is sharp and the heart is full.

Ximu could see through the king's guilty conscience at a glance. If Rhodes chose to rebel at this time, everyone present would die.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to do anything." Rhodes lowered his eyes and withdrew his hand from the knight's sword.

The nobles present also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

If Akhtar and Rod joined forces, all of them... would die. A famous hero, the strongest man in the kingdom, raised a butcher knife against them at the same time.

Then they really have no ability to resist.

"Hurry up and decide." Ximu glanced at the approaching sun in the sky and said in a cold voice, "Otherwise, all of you will die."

"But I don't want to die!" The princess suddenly stomped her feet, her pretty face revealing the fear of death, and the tears in the corners of her eyes slid down her cheeks.

She bit her lower lip.

"Sir Akhtar, I don't want my soul to be captured and tortured by the Witch of Death, nor do I want to... die."

"..."

Ximu hesitated when he saw this. He looked at the pitiful princess and seemed to feel sympathy for her. The princess also keenly noticed this change and immediately came up to him, hugged Akhtar's arm, and said pitifully:

"Sir Akhtar, please, I really don't want to die."

"This is the most effective way." Ximu sighed, looking at the pitiful princess beside him, and couldn't help shaking his head, "But... there is also a more risky way."

"What method?" the white-haired old man beside him said excitedly, and everyone present focused their attention on Akhtar.

As long as they don't have to die, they are willing to cooperate fully.

"Yes, I announced that I would sacrifice the Kingdom of Dornomar and summon the Witch of Death." Ximu explained calmly, "The Twilight Cult will definitely not sit idly by. In order to ensure the safety of the Mobile Disaster, they will come personally to stop me from sacrificing the Kingdom of Dornomar."

He lifted his hair from his forehead and smiled maliciously.

"Are you willing to cooperate with me and be the bad guys? I will announce to all citizens that I will sacrifice them to the Witch of Death, and then let the Twilight Cult be the heroes."

"And we are to be the villains who sacrifice the heroes."

Of course there is no problem.

Since they don't have to die, but the extremely evil Twilight Cult is to die, they are naturally willing to do so.

Therefore, whether it was the king or the civil servants and knights present, they all answered without hesitation.

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

Once the plan is finalized, it will be executed immediately.

Under the pressure of death, the efficiency of the action was carried out at an unimaginable speed, and in less than two hours, the entire nation knew the decision of the upper echelons.

Sacrifice civilians in exchange for the Witch of Death's action.

The upper-class nobles can all survive, but the lower-class commoners will all... die, becoming the bargaining chip for the nobles to survive.

And the person who executed this plan was Akhtar.

A hero in the eyes of the people.

……

...

at this time.

now.

A huge square in the center of the kingdom.

The statue of the goddess of justice stood tall. Ximu sat cross-legged on the shoulders of the statue of the goddess of justice, looking at the civilians below with indifferent eyes.

Curses.

curse.

cry.

collapse.

He saw all kinds of expressions and emotions, but this did not shake him. He just felt that this group of NPCs were a bit noisy.

And right now.

"Akhtar, you devil!" A little girl suddenly threw a rotten egg, but before it got close to Akhtar, it suddenly combusted and turned into ashes.

"Shut up!" The knights around the square immediately took action and pressed the little girl to the ground.

Although the style of this world is very close to the Middle Ages, the military force is extremely unequal, which is very similar to the modern situation. It is difficult for civilians to fight against the army with hot weapons.

It is naturally difficult for the common people in this world to fight against the knights who possess magical powers. Even if everyone resists together, it is difficult to cause actual harm to the knights.

Ximu didn't mind this. He held his cheek with one hand, looked at the civilians being controlled below, and then closed his eyes. He seemed to be taking a rest, ignoring the cruel scene in front of him.

……

...

An hour later, after Akhtar walked out of the palace.

"Akhtar, are you really going to sacrifice this country?" Suna supported her knees with her hands, panting:

“You will lose…” Akhtar interrupted her before she could finish her words.

"It doesn't matter whether you're a hero or not, right?"

Su Na: "..."

"Do you have a better idea?" Ximu asked, "As long as you can make the gods come, I will stop my plan immediately."

Suna bit her lower lip and didn't answer.

"It is true." Ximu sighed and explained to Suna, "I changed the object of sacrifice to the Dusk Believers, but it will take some time to attract that group of people. I must slow down the source of fear."

He gives orders to Suna.

"Go and collect the souls of the Segment Demon, restore its strength as much as possible, and delay the progress of the source of fear as much as possible."

"But I don't know where the soul of the Segmented Demon is." Suna looked confused, "and I have no way to quickly rush to various places to collect the soul of the Segmented Demon."

"No, you can." Ximu summoned the mare, looked at the mare's tall body, and said to Suna:
"Your partner will help you."

"..."

The mare rubbed her hooves against the ground and her eyes showed a hint of confusion. What happened? What should she do to help Suna?

Not sure.

"Partner, I'll leave it to you from now on." Ximu touched the mare's neck without explaining, then turned and left.

Suna was left staring at the filly.

"In short... it's to save the world." Suna thought for a moment and explained concisely, "We are going to search for demon souls all over the world."

She climbed onto the eight-legged mare's back on her own accord.

"Let's go, partner."

Who is your partner?

The little mare shook her body in dissatisfaction. A mere human was worthy of being her partner, but she was just a little dissatisfied.

Or cooperate with Suna to find the devil's soul.

"Anyway, let's go that way first!" Suna pointed in a direction, "The goddess gave me an inspiration..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom!" A thunderous roar resounded through the sky. The stone-paved ground was sunken with spider-like cracks. In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers turned upside down and appeared in an unfamiliar place.

From Suna's perspective, the scenes in her eyes changed into frame after frame, and each time a strange scenery appeared, at an incredibly fast speed.

This is the horse known as the fastest in the world.

……

...

at the same time.

on the other side.

A noble mansion in the royal city of Dornomar.

In the basement.

"What should we do?" A Dusk believer asked his colleagues present with his fingers interlaced and his elbows resting on the table.

"If Akhtar's sacrifice is successful and the Witch of Death is summoned, our plan will fail."

"The Witch of Death may not be able to defeat the Source of Fear, right?" Someone retorted, "After all, the Witch of Death's true form is still sealed between life and death, and she doesn't have the power of her prime at all."

"The God of Blood thought so too." A Dusk believer nearby complained, twitching his lips. "You saw the consequences. He was almost stabbed to death by the Death Witch's finger. Even if the Source of Fear came, it might not be stronger than the God of Blood."

"But didn't the Segment Demon also fail to gain the upper hand?" asked a bespectacled, gentle-looking Dusk believer, who was hit on the head by his colleague next to him. He said angrily:

"A demon who needs to be driven to suicide, and a witch who was barely sealed, are the two comparable?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

The Twilight believers present fell into silence. They looked at each other for a few seconds until the leading Twilight believer spoke.

"In any case, we must not let Akhtar's sacrifice succeed. Otherwise, if the Witch of Death is really summoned, our plan will definitely fail."

He made a decision.

"Report the situation and let those adults take action to deal with Akhtar."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

The Twilight believers present immediately took action and reported the news to the top leaders of the Twilight Church.

Then they got a clear answer.

Destroy the Kingdom of Dornomar in advance to ensure that Akhtar cannot hold the sacrifice ceremony smoothly. By the way, senior officials will also take action to encircle and suppress Akhtar.

A two-pronged approach ensures that Akhtar cannot summon the Witch of Death.

……

...

Sandstone Village.

Suna pursed her lips, tightly gripped the silver dagger in her hand, and looked at the Dusk believers surrounding her.

Why would the Dusk followers ambush here in advance?

With their abilities, there should be no way for them to divine the location of the divided demon's soul in advance.

But the reality is that the believers of Dusk are waiting in anticipation.

"Are you wondering why we are here so early?" A playful voice came, and a nun walked out from the dusk believers.

She folded her hands in front of her belly.

"Not only you can tell fortunes, we can also work backwards from the end to the present fate."

"..."

Suna pursed her lips.

Subsequently.

"Can you beat them?" A doubtful female voice sounded in her ear, which made Suna stunned for a moment. She turned her head to look at the little mare who was speaking beside her.

"Probably... I can't!"

"..." The little mare rolled her eyes, flicked her ponytail, and asked the unconfident Suna, "Can you win?"

Suna replied immediately: "I can't beat him."

Her ability is returning from the dead, and the fate prayer she learned is also related to fortune-telling, and its lethality is average.

In response, the little mare's tail drooped, and white holy light submerged her body, making it impossible to see the specific changes. Only long milky white hair was seen hanging in the holy light, and then a pair of straight and slender legs took steps forward.

immediately.

Blood splattered.

Suna touched the blood-stained cheek and looked at the bodies of Dusk believers around her, not understanding what had happened.

"Hurry up and collect and divide the demon's soul." The little mare flicked her milky white hair and said calmly:

"Don't waste too much time."

"Thank you, Sleipnir," Suna breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled gently at the little mare, "In the future, I will definitely..."

"Don't pay attention to these unimportant things!" The little mare rolled her eyes coquettishly and pulled Suna to start looking for the demon soul.

By the way, I said this to Suna.

"By the way, don't tell Akhtar that I can transform into a human form and speak, or I'll kick you to death."

"Why can't you tell me?" Suna took out a blue gem from the body of a dead Dusk believer and looked towards the sun. She saw a shadow sealed inside the sapphire, which looked the same as the Demon of Segmentation.

The little mare was silent after hearing this, and muttered:

"I had lied to Akhtar before, saying that I could not transform into a human form or speak. Now I can no longer explain why I lied to him."

At this point, she glared at Suna.

"Remember not to tell anyone."

"Yes!" Suna nodded quickly, not daring to refuse at all. Now the little mare was not only the divine horse that took her away, but also the guard who protected her.

Now whatever the little mare says, that’s what it is.

(End of this chapter)