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Chapter 129 Deception and Deception

In the afternoon, at dusk,
The cold wind blew snowflakes across the burning village.

Ximu stood in the firelight and swung the Greatsword of Death, killing a Dusk believer who tried to attack him. The splattered blood and corpse flew into the burning wooden house and disappeared completely.

"There's no point in killing them." A steady male voice suddenly came. Ximu subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the source of the voice. He saw the Red Dragon King, unafraid of the high-temperature flames, walking towards him calmly with his hands in his pockets.

"They are just a bunch of minions." The Red Dragon King yawned, "As long as the snowstorm continues, the Dusk Cultists will have as many minions as they want."

After the snowstorm, the belief in the fire giant Surtur spread quickly, leading to the rapid expansion of the Twilight Cult. Although the combat power of the top level did not increase much, the Twilight believers at the bottom level did receive sufficient replenishment.

Ximu turned to look at the self-familiar Red Dragon King and asked, "You didn't come to me to talk about these things, did you?"

"The Twilight Order is about to publicly execute your little lover." The Red Dragon King looked at Akhtar's visibly irritated expression, knowing that this hero in people's eyes was beginning to become emotionally unstable.

He grinned.

"What are you going to do next?"

"This is a good opportunity." Ximu walked out of the village with steady steps and said calmly:
"It will be convenient for me to get rid of them all at once."

"Then what about your girlfriend?" the Red Dragon King asked curiously, but Akhtar did not answer and disappeared in the wind and snow outside the village.

……

...

The country of Fenrir.

square.

"Sent to the execution platform again." Fivney was desperate. Not long after that, she was captured by the Twilight believers again and was to be executed in public.

And the reasons for the execution were so similar, in order to lure out the person related to her, that is, Akhtar.

However, she was not very familiar with Akhtar, and could only be said to know him well, so why did he send her to the execution ground together with him?

"It's okay, Akhtar will come to save us." Leticia comforted them softly, and she believed that Akhtar would come to save them.

however.

Something is wrong.

Fiftyni was slightly stunned, looking at her best friend beside her, feeling a little... strange. With Leticia's personality, she probably wouldn't be able to say such words.

"What's wrong?" Leticia turned around and smiled at her best friend, as elegant and gentle as ever.

"Nothing, I just think you trust Akhtar too much." Feifni grumbled and complained:

"With so many Dusk followers guarding us, even Akhtar can't easily rescue us."

"Akhtar is a hero who is against God," Leticia explained, "It won't be difficult for him to rescue us."

"I hope so." Fiftyni looked dejectedly at the people around her who were guarding the Dusk followers.

At this moment, she was standing on the execution platform, with two powerful Dusk believers beside her, holding sharp knives that could chop off her head at any time.

A large number of ordinary people gathered around the square and were closely guarded by the Dusk believers to prevent them from escaping.

Everyone present is a bargaining chip used to morally blackmail the hero.

……

...

The last rays of sunset disappeared.

The sky darkened.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The sound of horse hooves came from far away. Under the gaze of everyone, Akhtar appeared on an eight-legged horse and came to the execution platform.

"Akhtar, hand over the Sword of Light." The dwarf loli jumped off the execution platform and looked at Akhtar nervously.

Even though Akhtar has been surrounded by Twilight believers, he still has to be timid because his reputation has spread to an outrageous level.

No one can ignore the significance of Akhtar's enmity with God.

Moreover, outside the Land of Fenrir, there is a group of troublesome guys who may rush in at any time because of Akhtar's words.

In this regard.

Ximu just glanced coldly at the noisy dwarf little loli. That overly indifferent look made the dwarf little loli take a few steps back in fear.

The look it gave her was not full of hostility, but more like it was looking at an insignificant object, just like a well-fed lion, lazily looking at the passing antelope, too lazy to move to hunt. However, for the antelope, the lion's mere existence made the antelope feel fear.

But Ximu quickly withdrew his gaze. With the current level of the dwarf loli, killing her would not give out much experience points. He could still raise her, and then kill her after completing the mission.

He turned his gaze towards the execution platform and exchanged glances with Leticia.

"Sorry for dragging you down."

"It's okay." Leticia shook her head gently, her delicate face showing hope and joy. She whispered:
"Akhtar, you need to be safe."

"Yes." Ximu dismounted, took out the genuine Sword of Light, handed it to the dwarf loli beside him, and said:

"The sword of light you asked for."

The dwarf little Loli's expression immediately fell. It was true that she wanted the Sword of Light, but she did not want the authentic Sword of Light.

She took a step back and said:

"Don't play dumb. What we want is the prototype Sword of Light."

Although the Order of Dusk has always wanted to take back the authentic Sword of Light, there is a problem. No one can use it. Only Akhtar and Leticia can use the authentic Sword of Light.

To satisfy the personality requirements of a genuine Sword of Light is almost impossible for a Dusk believer.

"Compared to the prototype Sword of Light, this authentic Sword of Light is more valuable, right?" Ximu handed over the Sword of Light.

The dwarf loli took a step back and had no intention of taking the genuine sword of light. She had a very clear understanding of her own moral level.

It is impossible to pick up the genuine Sword of Light anyway.

"What we want is the prototype Sword of Radiance, not the one with a limited use."

"That sword cannot be given to you to use." Ximu shook his head, his expression very firm.

In response, the dwarf little Loli did not say anything, but just cast her eyes on the civilians in the square. She saw several civilians with their hands and feet tied up breaking free from the guards of the Dusk believers, rushing to Akhtar's feet and kneeling down directly.

"Sir Akhtar, please save us!" A beautiful young woman in white hugged Akhtar's thighs and raised her head pitifully.

"We were poisoned by the Twilight Cultists..."

I haven’t finished talking yet.

The knife slashed across the young woman's head, and shocking blood gushed out from the severed end, staining the ground of the square red.

The body fell to the ground and the young woman's head rolled on the ground for several times.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu shook off his stained palms and said calmly, "It's really a boring method to let the Dusk believers pretend to be civilians to shake me."

After he finished speaking, several civilians who were kneeling beside him immediately retreated. Some of them were Twilight Believers, and some were... just ordinary civilians. However, regardless of whether they were really civilians or not, they no longer dared to ask Akhtar for help. What if Akhtar killed them with a single blow without saying anything, and directly identified them as Twilight Believers, then they might really die in vain.

"What if you really killed civilians?" The dwarf little loli twitched her lips. It was said that men could not resist a pretty widow.

Why are you so decisive in killing people?

"I know astrology, so of course I can tell." Ximu answered casually, and the dwarf loli heard it and pointed at a guy who was obviously a civilian.

"So he is also a Twilight Follower?"

Ximu replied immediately: "He could be a Twilight Believer."

The atmosphere fell silent.

The atmosphere, which was originally ready to stir, froze in an instant, and those who had wanted to rush out and beg, all suppressed the urge to ask.

"There's no point in arguing about this." A nun walked out from the crowd, her eyes closed and her hands folded in front of her abdomen.

Judging from her dress, she is very similar to a blindfolded nun.

However, it was obvious that her appearance was not as pretty as the blindfolded nun, and her aura was not as mysterious as the blindfolded nun.

Well, she is a powerful Twilight Sister.

"Sir Akhtar, you should know exactly what we need." The nun's voice was gentle. "If the transaction can be completed smoothly, I think both parties will be happy. Otherwise, you may end up with nothing."

Ximu fell into deep thought.

The nun did not disturb him and waited silently for Akhtar to make a choice. She did not care whether Akhtar was willing to hand over the prototype Sword of Light.

It doesn't matter even if he refuses. She has already prepared a corresponding backup plan. As long as Akhtar wants to save Leticia, there will be a chance to get the prototype Sword of Light back.

After a long while, Ximu cast his eyes towards Leticia on the execution platform, then glanced at Feifenni, and nodded:

"Okay, I'll hand over the prototype Sword of Light to you."

"...It's a pleasure to work with you." The nun was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Akhtar to compromise so easily. She originally thought that Akhtar would refuse to hand over the prototype Sword of Light for the sake of justice and start to forcibly snatch Leticia.

However, the reality was that Akhtar hesitated for a moment and then chose to hand over the Sword of Light, which was completely different from the heroic spirit she had expected.

"If you can't even protect the people around you, and yet you still want to protect irrelevant people, it's... too ridiculous." Ximu took out the prototype sword of light and stabbed the prototype sword of light with flowing magma into the ground.

"Release Leticia."

"Okay." The nun nodded and waved to the Dusk believers on the execution platform, signaling them to release Leticia.

And right now.

"Wait, what about me?!" Fivney widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Akhtar on the execution platform. Did this man forget about her? Why did he only mention Leticia and not her at the same time? After all, she was Leticia's best friend and they had also been comrades-in-arms who had experienced life and death together in the past.

"Oh, and there's also Fivni." Ximu suddenly realized and quickly added a sentence, and the nun nodded and waved to the Dusk believers on the execution platform.

Soon, Leticia and Phiphoni were freed from their restraints, with the blades of the Dusk Cultists at their necks, and they completed the deal with Akhtar.

Unexpectedly smooth.

The nun successfully obtained the prototype Sword of Light. She felt it was a little unreal that she succeeded so easily.

He was a man who was an enemy of God and a hero who could leave his mark in history books, but he surrendered so easily.

"Let's go, let's evacuate first." Ximu covered Leticia's mouth with his hand, blocking her words of gratitude, and took her and Feivni on the mare and left.

……

...

outside the city.

On a hillside.

"Okay, that's enough." Ximu dismounted, helped Leticia dismount, and then said to Feifenni:
"Your partner will be sent away. I still have to defeat the Twilight Followers and take back the Sword of Light."

"Are you going to let me go like this?" Fevonne twitched her lips. She had the illusion that she was disliked and was deliberately driven away.

But there was nothing wrong with what Akhtar said. She had no right to interfere in the upcoming battle. After all, she was just a noble from a small place and had no right to join the conflict between the Dusk believers and the heroes.

"If you want to stay and fight, that's fine." Ximu said jokingly, and then saw Feivni shaking her head vigorously.

"Just send me back."

"Goodbye then." Waving his hand, Ximu watched the mare carrying Fiftynine away, and then he turned his gaze to Leticia beside him.

Then he grabbed Leticia's neck, lifted her up with a cold gaze, and asked coldly:
"Have I ever told you that your disguise is fake?"

"I can't breathe." Leticia's pretty face flushed red, and she looked at Akhtar in confusion, not quite understanding why her lover was strangling her neck.

"Your body, appearance, and aura are exactly the same, but my instinct refuses to acknowledge that you are Leticia." Ximu replied indifferently, "You underestimate Leticia. She has never been a princess who waits for others to save her."

He silently increased the strength of his palms. Leticia had already begun to roll her eyes, and her legs were swinging under her skirt, with warm water flowing down her legs.

"As long as that woman knows that she will be used to threaten others, she may cause a huge disaster because of herself."

"She will choose to commit suicide." After saying this, he squeezed hard without hesitation, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones.

The corpse fell into the snow, and Leticia turned into a...stranger. It was a woman, known as the Nephrite of a Thousand Faces. She possessed superb acting skills and ever-changing abilities. In theory, as long as she had slight contact with anyone, she could completely imitate them, and even the closest people would not be able to tell the difference.

However, the person she imitated was Leticia. Given Leticia's personality, after judging the current situation, she would commit suicide without hesitation.

Therefore, no matter how good the Thousand-Faced Nephital looks, it is impossible for him to completely imitate Leticia.

Because facing the current situation, the only choice Leticia would have is... to end her own life, instead of waiting for his rescue like a weak princess.

at the same time.

In the realm of Fenrir.

"Everything is going according to plan." The nun stroked the prototype sword of light with her slender fingers, unable to conceal her inner excitement.

Now, not only have they recovered the prototype Sword of Light, but they have also planted spies among Akhtar and his crew, so they can keep track of their movements at any time.

however.

The prototype sword of light suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared under the nun's gaze. There was obviously no problem with the strength or feel, but the prototype sword of light just disappeared.

He was summoned by Akhtar.

No... the existence of the prototype Sword of Light itself has disappeared, it was not summoned at all.

And right now.

"Boom!" The ground in the square cracked suddenly, spreading like a spider web. Akhtar reappeared and looked at the nun with cold eyes:

"How dare you kill Leticia!"

Who killed her?

The nun pursed her lips and wanted to retort loudly without caring about her manners. They had never intended to kill Leticia, and it was the woman who committed suicide when they were not paying attention.

"You also lied to us." She came to her senses. "The prototype Sword of Light you gave me was a fake."

"Isn't it natural to cheat the believers of Dusk?" Ximu said righteously, pointing his index finger at the sky. A blazing flame appeared in the sky, flowing and converging into a sun, emitting scorching heat.

The prototype sword of light given to the Dusk believers was created by him using ten kinds of shadow magic to copy himself while holding the prototype sword of light, thus creating a... fake prototype sword of light.

(End of this chapter)