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Chapter 125 Density Demon
The flickering flames evaporated the rain into mist, which unknowingly covered the city of Doroma. The occasional bursts of fire indicated that the battle was not over yet.

"Akhtar, seems very happy.".

Suna stood on the edge of the tall building, listening to Akhtar's wild laughter, a subtle look appearing on her pretty face.

There is a misconception that Akhtar is the bad guy.

"Will I get beaten if I disturb him now?" She turned and asked the little mare beside her. Then she saw the little mare rolled her eyes at her and immediately turned her gaze to the battle between the tall buildings.

The battle is almost over.

"Boom!" The dragon's breath penetrated the fog of Dornomar City. The spreading high temperature evaporated excess water vapor, making the view clear.

Suna's beautiful eyes widened as she saw Akhtar holding a head in one hand and shooting towards her like a meteor. He looked so aggressive, as if he was hunting her.

"Wait, I'm Sue—"

"What?" Ximu landed on the ground and stood beside Suna. He looked at the nervous Suna with a puzzled look and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I haven't lost my mind due to the influence of Surtur's fire."

It feels fast too.

Suna patted her full chest and complained silently in her heart. She saw with her own eyes how crazy Akhtar was.

But Akhtar looks normal now.

"Aren't you collecting and dividing the souls of demons?" Ximu casually threw the head in his hand downstairs. Several knights ran over skillfully and picked up the falling head.

In order to have enough corpses for sacrifice, they had to collect enough corpses of Dusk followers, so while Akhtar was killing, the knights were also picking up corpses.

The two sides reached a subtle tacit understanding.

"It's too late to collect them. The deadline for returning from death is approaching." Suna explained, then glanced at the knights who were picking up the corpses.

"Can we really summon the Witch of Death using the souls of Twilight believers?"

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Ximu smiled, took out a bottle of magic potion and poured it into his mouth to restore the lost magic power.

The little mare couldn't help but turn her head away as she listened to Akhtar's lie without changing her expression. She knew that Akhtar was the one who could summon the Witch of Death with a parrot. There was no need to sacrifice a country or require a certain amount of sacrifices to summon her.

It all depends on how much sacrifice Akhtar wants.

"Even if the Witch of Death is summoned, it's meaningless." Suna sighed, sadness in her eyes.

"The damage caused by the source of fear is irreversible." She must return from death to save the country destroyed by the source of fear.

Even if the Witch of Death really has the ability to solve the source of fear, as long as she returns from death, everything will return to its original state.

Ximu didn't care about this and said, "Then just kill them in advance, so that no one can unlock the source of fear."

"Yeah." Suna smiled gently.

"Then let me tell you about the information and abilities of the Twilight Followers." Ximu said calmly as he began to introduce the Twilight Followers he had met to Suna.

Suna listened very carefully.

This is about whether she can reverse the past, understand every Twilight believer who is worthy of attention, report the intelligence of the Twilight believers to the Three Goddesses of Fate, so as to get more support and completely change the fate of the past.

After a while.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly interrupted the conversation between Akhtar and Suna, making them focus their attention on the outside world.

The sticky fog unknowingly enveloped the city of Dornoma.

"Is this... the breath of the devil?" Suna sensed something was wrong and subconsciously moved closer to Akhtar, instinctively seeking someone she could rely on.

This demonic aura is definitely not from the Segment Demon, but comes from an unknown demon, and is definitely hostile.

"Rather than calling them demons, they are demon imitators." Ximu glanced at Suna and calmly explained, "There are no more than five demons in the world, and most of them are just demon imitators."

He flexed his wrist.

"That being said, even I would find it difficult to face an enemy of this level."

"Then should we retreat?" Suna asked subconsciously, but saw Akhtar giving her a subtle look.

"Why retreat?" Ximu smiled excitedly, "How can we defeat the enemy without knowing their intelligence?"

You yourself wanted to fight him.

This thought suddenly occurred to Suna, but she immediately rejected it. She couldn't question Akhtar with such thoughts, as he had risked his life to collect intelligence.

Not to mention that everything she has done so far has been in accordance with Akhtar's plan.

"Then you have to be careful." She said softly, looking at Akhtar's excited smile, she couldn't help but say:

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

Ximu thought about it seriously and looked at Su Na's delicate face. "Once we solve the source of fear, let's go back home and get married."

"Huh?" Suna was stunned. Before she could react, she saw Akhtar jump off the building and turned into a ball of fire and disappeared in the thick fog.

"Is this a confession?" she asked the young mare beside her, then she came to her senses and stamped her foot in dissatisfaction.

"I wanted to ask if you had any words for your past self."

Her physical age is only fourteen now. Even if her mental age has reached the requirement, she cannot marry Akhtar, not to mention that Akhtar has an unclear relationship with Princess Letitia.

Unless Akhtar is willing to wait for her to grow up and cut off ties with Leticia, she will consider being with Akhtar.

……

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demon.

Unlike gods, great beings that represent one side of the world, demons are representatives that interfere with the world in reverse. They use their own abilities to influence changes in the world, leaving indelible traces and becoming a part of the world.

Taking the Alchemist Witch as an example, the wide variety of alchemical tools she created and the knowledge passed down are the traces she left in this world.

By collecting these traces, people can understand who the Alchemist Witch was in the past, and thus obtain the power of the Alchemist Witch by imitating her.

But this also comes at a price.

"Snap~" the sound of snapping fingers spread, and a wisp of flame collided rapidly, turning into a raging sea of ​​fire, spreading along the streets and alleys, forcibly evaporating the mist of all people nearby.

Then, Ximu saw it,

A giant... no, to be more precise, a giant as big as a human. His muscles are very strong, giving people a rock-solid feeling and full of explosive power.

Hercules, this is the name of the giant.

He was a hero in the past, but now he is a true high-ranking member of the Order of Dusk, with powerful abilities to influence density.

"Ha... hero, I really miss you." Hercules exhaled, and the faint air flow changed subversively in density the moment it left his lips, turning into a hurricane strong enough to blow down tall buildings.

Ximu was not affected at all and just let the hurricane blow through. Apart from making the corners of his clothes and hair flutter, nothing else was affected.

He said coldly:

"That's a harsh tone."

"You are more angry, right?" Hercules flexed his wrist and introduced himself, "You can call me the density demon."

He made a fist-throwing gesture. "You know, even air has density. If you slightly change the density of the air, you can create an unimaginable attack."

As if to prove his words, he swung his fist, and the air was squeezed into a translucent substance.

Immediately the density changed.

There was… expansion.

"Boom!" The wind was raging and the terrain changed at this moment. A corner of the city of Dornoma was blown away by just a casual punch from him.

Put down your fists.

Hercules looked at the empty space ahead and turned to leave. He was sure that Akhtar had died from the previous punch.

However, the moment he turned around, the Greatsword of Death chopped down in front of him, leaving a sword mark burning with black flames.

Immediately afterwards, a spear carrying a strong wind pierced through his unprotected heart.

"Bang!" Before it was about to pierce through the heart.

Hercules grabbed the spear with his bare hands, then swung it back with force, and the air density around him changed again.

Expansion occurred, pushing the air around it to spread, blowing away several nearby tall buildings and leaving behind a huge sunken crater.

"Two Akhtars, this is really a bit unexpected." This time he put away his carelessness and started to take it seriously.

He had almost let Akhtar succeed before, by attracting his attention with a sudden attack, and then releasing the undead spear from behind, aiming for the heart.

If his heart was really pierced, he would die here.

"That's because you didn't do your intelligence work well." A hand emerged from the ground, and Ximu crawled out, while another Ximu crawled out on the other side.

One of them was a fake.

But…it’s impossible to tell them apart. Be it their aura or their equipment, there is no difference between these two Akhtars.

"Can you give me back my weapon?" Ximu stretched out his hand and pointed at the spear in Hercules' hand with a very natural expression.

He did not feel nervous at all despite the overwhelming disadvantages and remained as natural as ever.

Hercules weighed the spear of immortality in his hand and said, "I can give it back to you."

he asked.

"But you have to tell me, how did you survive before?"

"Just moved it to the underground pipe." Ximu explained nonchalantly. He just moved to the underground pipe before Hercules swung his fist.

The underground pipelines in the city of Dornomar are very developed, and with a little attention, they can be used to assist in combat.

"It seems that my attack range is not wide enough." Hercules nodded in understanding and got into a punching stance again.

This time, his target of attack was the entire city of Dornomar. Whether it was the residents of the kingdom or the members of the Twilight Cult, they were all his targets.

And this is just to leave Akhtar with nowhere to escape.

Subsequently.

"Then I can't hold back." The two Ximu took out the sword of light at the same time, one in front and one behind, aiming at Hercules.

The atmosphere became tense.

"Akhtar, do you think the Sword of Light can kill me?" Hercules asked calmly. With his ability to control density, he was able to withstand the blow of the Sword of Light, but only for one blow.

If he faced two swords of light at the same time, he would not be very sure whether he could rely on increasing his own density to resist the two swords of light.

This was beyond his expectations, and he could only vaguely guess... he could withstand it, but he would also be seriously injured.

Of course, you might die directly.

"We'll know if we try." The two Ximu answered in unison, and the swords of light in their hands emitted a little light.

The Sword of Light may be released at any time.

"Ah, let's try it!" Hercules clenched his fists, his veins like long snakes, full of dangerous power.

The atmosphere became tense at this moment.

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...

Outside the battlefield.

"..." The nun looked at the two people confronting each other and fell into a state of doubting her life. In order to resolve the danger of Akhtar, she specially summoned Hercules, thinking that she could easily solve the trouble of Akhtar.

However, the reality is that Akhtar not only did not die, but he also confronted Hercules, and neither of them dared to take action easily.

The slash of the Sword of Light is almost impossible to avoid and has very high damage, but with the ability of mortals, it can only be used once.

If Hercules could withstand the liberation of the Sword of Light, he could certainly kill Akhtar easily.

But if Heracles cannot resist the release of the Sword of Light, he will die in the city of Dornoma.

I thought about it.

The nun sighed softly, turned into flames and disappeared from the spot, appearing on the battlefield with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen.

"Let's stop the fight here, shall we?" She whispered, "Lord Hercules, there is no reason for you to fight to the death with Lord Akhtar."

After saying this, she spoke to Akhtar again.

"I can ensure that Master Hercules leaves. Master Akhtar, can you please put down the Sword of Light?"

Now she had no intention of letting Hercules and Akhtar continue their fight to the death.

This doesn't mean that she gave up on killing Akhtar, but she planned to find an opportunity to lure Akhtar into releasing the Sword of Light, so that she could let Lord Hercules take action without worry.

Otherwise, the Church of Dusk will lose an important senior figure.

Ximu did not answer. He tightly grasped the sword of light in his hand, his eyes fixed on the kingdom. Through the vision of the magic wolf lurking in the city of Dornomar, he could be sure that Suna was in the kingdom, praying devoutly.

He moved his feet and adjusted his position to ensure that the Sword of Light would reach Suna and trigger her death and return.

The sun, which is parallel to the ground in the distance, is getting closer and closer.
"Suna, don't move." Ximu whispered, and released the Sword of Light without hesitation, and Ximu's reflection in the mirror also released the Sword of Light at the same time.

Light began to roar.

at this time.

royal palace.

"Goddess, please bless Akhtar." Suna put down her praying hands and looked towards the battlefield worriedly. What she saw was a torrent of golden light.

Consciousness came to an abrupt end.

On the other side, the source of fear looked at the city of Dornomar, disappearing in the dazzling light, and he had not yet thrown the spear symbolizing destruction.

Humanity will destroy itself.

(End of this chapter)