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Chapter 124 The time for replay is approaching
Outside the city of Donoma.

The shark man carried the sword of light dripping with magma, with a very conflicted look on his face. He looked at the mysterious woman wearing a cloak beside him and said:
"Let me fight Akhtar... Are you serious?" He pointed at himself, "If Akhtar is determined to unseal the Sword of Light, I will definitely die."

Although he also possesses the Sword of Light, there is still a huge difference compared to the Sword of Light in Akhtar's hands.

In response, the cloaked woman held out her hand, a bat landed on her fingertips, and explained:
"You are not fighting alone. Count Dracula will also assist you in dealing with Akhtar."

Shark Man looked at the bat and didn't answer.

He doesn't even know who Count Dracula is, but he doesn't want to face Akhtar alone. Although he wants to burn the world to ashes and create a better world, it doesn't mean he is willing to sacrifice himself.

Compared to the fanatical Dusk believers, he still has a certain degree of rationality and wants to witness with his own eyes the world being burned by the fire giant Surtur.

"Don't worry, I will take care of Akhtar myself." Bat suddenly said, "Akhtar killed my brother."

His voice was too calm.

"Even if you want to kill Akhtar yourself, I can't allow that to happen."

"Akhtar must die in my hands."

"..."

Scratching his head, Sharkman sighed and said, "Okay, but I'll just play a supporting role. Don't expect me to fight Akhtar head-on."

"Hmph." The bat snorted coldly and flapped its wings to fly towards the city of Dornoma.

Seeing this, the shark man sighed, inserted the sword of light with flowing magma into the ground, clasped his hands slightly, and puffed up his cheeks.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly spit out a water dragon, which swirled into the sky and collided with the clouds.

Heavy rain fell.

"Let's go." The shark man didn't waste any words. He pulled out the sword of light that was inserted into the ground and rushed towards the direction of the royal city.

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"Bang!" There was a heavy falling sound, and the hard concrete ground cracked, spreading like a spider web.

Ximu, who was sitting cross-legged on the right shoulder of the statue, looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with elegant clothes, slightly pale hair and a weathered temperament walking out.

He drew the sword from his waist.

"Akhtar, why did you kill my brother?"

"Who?" Ximu asked doubtfully, then shook his head, "I have killed so many people that it is impossible for me to remember them all, unless they are strong people worth remembering."

The atmosphere turned cold.

Count Dracula looked at the man sitting on the statue, the rain slid down his cheeks, and his scarlet eyes revealed angry murderous intent.

This man killed his brother, but he had no impression of his brother at all. He should have reacted immediately the moment he saw his brother's face and breath.

"Akhtar, what do you think of life!"

"Sorry." A helpless voice came from the side. Count Dracula looked over with an unhappy expression, and saw a handsome silver-haired knight walking over and drawing out a knight's sword inlaid with gold patterns.

"I can't have you interrupting the ceremony."

"Hehahaha!" Count Dracula laughed out of anger and waved his hand. Dark mist spread and countless bats flew around, biting the people in the square.

“Ahhh…Help!”

"Don't come over here!"

"Don't bite down there!"

"It hurts, it's bleeding!"

The square suddenly became chaotic.

Rhodes also reacted. White crystals emerged from the knight sword in his hand, and it shot out like lightning, with the blade piercing directly through the air.

With his ability to turn into salt, he can end the battle if he can hit Count Dracula once.

In the rainstorm mixed with black fog, Count Dracula and Knight Rod started a fair fight. The colliding swords flashed in the black fog, like fireworks in the night sky.

And at the same time.

on the other side.

The Shark Man stood on a tall building, his eyes locked on Akhtar who was sitting on the statue. If he suddenly launched a sneak attack now.

There should be a chance to kill Akhtar.

Think about this.

"Since I've been given the opportunity, I can't miss it." Talking to himself, the Shark Man tightly grasped the sword of light that was flowing with magma in his hand.

He immediately unsealed the Sword of Light without hesitation.

The flames instantly split the rain curtain and directly hit the statue in the center of the square. The statue of the goddess of justice was instantly engulfed by the upper body, and the remaining force crushed more than a dozen high-rise buildings.

It worked... No, it didn't.

in contrast.

"Shit!" The Shark Man jumped off the tall building, followed by a blazing dragon breath that penetrated the tall building where he was.

As his feet landed, the ground collapsed.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to fight me?"

A playful laugh was heard, and the Shark Man, without thinking, swung the sword of light flowing with magma in his hand and slashed towards the source of the sound.

His judgment was correct.

The swung sword of light just blocked Akhtar's sword, and the sparks illuminated each other's cheeks.

however.

The Shark Man saw through the reflection in Akhtar's pupils that there was another Akhtar behind him, and he slashed at him fiercely with his sword.

Do not want to.

The shark man suddenly pulled away, but the arm holding the sword of light was still cut off. The gushing blood mixed with the rain, dyeing the ground red.

The sword of light flowing with magma pierced into the ground, and was immediately kicked away by Akhtar. It went through like a bullet and embedded itself in the wall at the end of the road.

What exactly is going on.

Why are there two Akhtars and their auras are so close?

He didn't wait to think too much.

The two Akhtars had already laid siege to him, two great swords of death, two spears that pierced through immortality, and two swords of light.

"Count Dracula, save me!" Shark Man shouted, covering his broken arm, turned around and started running away without hesitation.

He also didn't expect that in his first battle with Akhtar, one of his arms would be cut off and the Sword of Light would be lost.

He was clearly holding the more versatile Sword of Light, so he should have had more advantages. Why did he fall into a disadvantage as soon as they met?

This doesn't make sense.

However, no matter how counterintuitive it is, the fact that we are at a disadvantage cannot be changed.

The spear that pierced through the undead pierced through.

The condensed wind tore open the shark man's chest and pierced his heart directly. The fleeing shark man fell to the ground powerlessly, his pupils dilated and he lost his breath.

"If you had more courage to fight, you wouldn't die so soon." Ximu pulled out the undead spear that was stuck in the ground.

How should we evaluate the strength of the Shark Man? The data on paper is very strong. Not only does he have extraordinary magical power, he also has the ability to trigger a "tsunami". In addition, he holds a second-grade sword of light. He is a strong man in any country.

Analyzing the strength on paper, there is no doubt that Shark Man is stronger, but actual combat is two different things.

As a superior race among the fish people, shark people are more cautious about their lives and are restrained in battle. They can be very powerful when the situation is favorable, but if they realize that they might lose, they will fall into a state of panic.

All my thoughts were focused on escaping.

"Hey...that woman, is that all?" Ximu turned his head and looked at the end of the road, where Sister Dusk was secretly trying to take away the inferior Sword of Light.

"If that's all, there's no way you can stop me." He smiled maliciously and pressed his fingers against his temple.

"Try harder and don't let me down."

"..." The nun was stunned for a moment when she heard this, but after confirming that Akhtar had no intention of attacking, she felt a sense of relief for surviving a disaster.

"Yes, Lord Akhtar." She bowed respectfully, "I will definitely find a way to make you enjoy yourself."

After saying this, he hurriedly started to run away.

It was completely beyond her expectation that the Shark Man could be killed so easily. It shouldn't be that easy given the Shark Man's strength.

At this moment, a team of knights rushed over. From their determined expressions, it can be known that they are ready for a fight to the death.

"Take the body away." Ximu pointed at the shark man's body and gave orders to the knights who came over, "Remember not to let the Dusk Cult take the body away."

The leading knight captain was slightly stunned, but after seeing the shark man's body, he still reacted and ordered his subordinates to move the shark man's body away.

Then they heard the order to expel them.

"You just need to be responsible for collecting the bodies. Don't disturb me fighting." Ximu turned around and left, leaving the team of knights present at a loss as to how to react.

.........

on the other side.

outside the city.

"For the mission of burning the world." The nun looked at the handsome young man with blue curly hair in front of her and handed over the defective sword of light in her hand.

"Go and kill Akhtar."

"Where is Hawk Jones?" asked the young man with blue curly hair. He remembered that the inferior Sword of Light was held by the shark man Hawk Jones.

But now it was handed into his hands by the nun.

"Dead." The nun whispered softly, "He was too careless and was killed by Akhtar. Please be careful."

"Really?" The young man with blue curly hair smiled, readily took the sword of light handed to him, and headed towards the royal city in a free and easy manner.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

There shouldn't be any problem this time.

The nun looked at the blue-haired young man's back. The person she chose this time was named Machirizzor, a famous summoner who had the ability to force a contract on all living things.

Controls a large number of powerful monsters.

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First of all, you can't fight in close combat.

As Machirizzor walked in the rain, he calmly analyzed how to fight next.

With Akhtar's powerful melee combat ability, if you get too close to Akhtar, you can easily be killed with one blow.

Therefore, he had to hide his true form, and then let his contracted monsters consume Akhtar's magic power. When Akhtar's magic power was consumed to a certain level, he would use the inferior Sword of Light to kill Akhtar.

Analysis completed.

"Come out, my slaves."

With a clap of his hands, the shadow behind Machirizor spread out and turned into a door, through which huge monsters walked out.

"Go ahead, Akhtar, kill them," he gave the order, and immediately made a strategic move, leaving only the Shadow Gate open, allowing the contracted monsters to pour into the city.

It's raining heavily.

The sun, parallel to the ground, was approaching. The diffused high temperature made the falling rain become scalding hot, and white mist emerged.

The source of fear is about to arrive completely.

"Roar!" The monster roared, black flames burst out of its neck, and then a large amount of blood spurted out, and its head fell to the ground.

Ximu landed on the ground, and behind him were the remains of monsters. It was difficult to tell how many corpses there were.

But it is certain that there are more than a hundred.

"Akhtar, I heard you have the fastest divine horse in the world, right?" A provocative remark came, and a ewe came out from the corner and walked gracefully to Ximu, "I am very interested in your mount."

"Don't you have anyone?" Ximu didn't care about the provocation. His cold eyes seemed to penetrate the eyes of the ewe and locked onto Machirizoar behind the scenes. He said:

"Why don't you send more strong men to deal with me at once?"

"We have no reason to waste too much manpower." Machirizoar answered through the ewe.

However, the reality is... there is a shortage of manpower. Although people were dispatched urgently, they could not be assembled so quickly after all.

"Really?" Ximu shook his head, killed the ewe with a sword, turned and walked into the alley, heading towards Machirizor's hiding place.

He knew about the NPC Machirizzor, who had the ability to dominate the contracted object, but this domination was limited in distance, and he would usually find a place to hide before the battle began.

The place of choice is often the basement.

Therefore, as long as the magic wolf is sent out to wander around the nearby basement, if it senses any threat or the existence of any breath of life, it can be basically determined that it is Machirizor's hiding place.

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Shortly after.

In a basement.

"Where is Akhtar?" Machirizor's pupils moved at high speed, sharing vision with the contracted monsters, trying to find Akhtar who had lost his trace.

Then footsteps were heard outside the basement.

It was discovered!

Machirizoar immediately realized that Akhtar had found his hiding place, and subconsciously reached out and picked up the inferior Sword of Light on the table.

However, before his fingers could touch the Sword of Light, the fiery dragon's breath engulfed him, and the entire basement turned into a sea of ​​fire.

From the outside, it looked like a tall building suddenly burst into flames, as if a match was lit and the entire building was set on fire.

After a while.

Ximu walked out of the sea of ​​fire holding the sword of light in one hand. He looked around and found that he was surrounded by more than a dozen people.

He gave a nasty smile.

"Finally this looks a little interesting."

"Go ahead, don't waste time talking to him!" A dozen people immediately launched a siege. They had to get rid of Akhtar in the shortest time possible. They couldn't let Akhtar escape, nor could they give Akhtar the chance to summon the Witch of Death.

For the great wish of burning the world.

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"Boom!" The grid-like slashing cut the blazing sea of ​​fire into pieces, and was immediately submerged by the raging flames. A spear that seemed to penetrate the sky and earth was thrown out, carrying the demon of division and piercing through several mountains.

immediately.

The spear flew backwards and landed in the palm of the Source of Terror, while the Severed Demon knelt on the ground, covering his bleeding chest with one hand.

Can't win.

The Slice Demon realized this and prepared to move strategically. Any damage he caused to the Source of Terror would be meaningless to the Source of Terror.

God has no concept of death.

The source of fear born from the heart of the God of Fear also has no concept of death. No matter how strong his attack power is, there is no way to kill the source of fear.

What's more, his attack power is not as strong as the source of fear.

"I will fight you again when I recover my prime." The Severed Demon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to the indifferent source of fear in the distance:
“My soul is not yet…” Before he could finish his words, an eight-legged horse fell like lightning.

"This is your soul!" Suna, who was sitting on the back of the mare, stretched out her white and tender palm, on which there were several crystal-like stones.

Divide the Demon: "..."

This damn arrival was such a coincidence. He was just preparing for a strategic shift, but part of his soul was delivered at the right time.

"Please hold on for now." Suna asked seriously, "I will help you find all the souls as soon as possible."

"How long will it take?" The Slicing Demon handed him the crystal stone and threw it directly into his mouth and ate it. Then he heard Suna's answer.

“It only takes one day.”

"Okay." The Severed Demon nodded, and feeling the restored strength, he rushed out again and continued to fight with the source of fear.

If he could fully recover his strength, he would be confident that he could defeat the source of fear.

Sorry, I lied to you.

Suna looked at the Slice Demon who continued to fight and lowered her head in shame. She could only go back to 24 hours ago, and now there was not enough time to help the Slice Demon collect souls.

"Let's go." She stroked the filly's neck and headed towards the Kingdom of Dornomar.

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"If you don't work harder, I will summon the Witch of Death!" Ximu laughed wildly, grabbed the cheek of a Dusk believer with one hand, and fell from a tall building.

"Bang!" The blazing flames engulfed the Dusk believer's head. His body turned in the air and looked at several Dusk believers rushing towards him from below.

He grinned wickedly, with fire flashing between his teeth.

"Get out of the way!" Several Dusk believers who rushed over shouted and fled in all directions. Then the hot dragon breath rushed along the gaps between the tall buildings, and brilliant flowers of fire bloomed in the Royal City of Doroma. Several tall buildings nearby seemed like lit candles.

"Hahaha!!!" A joyful laugh echoed, and Akhtar shot out from the flames and caught up with a fleeing Dusk believer.

The two sides ran along the street, side by side.

"Goodbye." Ximu's voice was unexpectedly gentle, but his hands were merciless. He grabbed the back of the Dusk believer's head and pressed it hard on the hard concrete ground, leaving a long bloody ditch on the ground.

Immediately, a blazing flame of ash burst out from his palm, directly burning the Dusk believers into ashes.

(End of this chapter)