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Chapter 137 Desecration of the Church
"War is not a one-on-one duel." Ximu laughed, "Winning by any means necessary is what we should consider now."

His eyes turned cold.

"You should have sent someone to assassinate Thor now, right?"

"Then we must hurry to help Lord Thor!" Laura, who was listening, became anxious and subconsciously wanted to rush to help Thor, otherwise if the moving country of disaster fell, it would cause an unprecedented disaster.

"Don't worry." A tall girl holding a bow in one hand grabbed Laura's wrist and looked at the anxious Laura.
"Sir Akhtar, there must have been arrangements in advance."

"..." Laura's anxious mood immediately calmed down. She nodded gently to Atalanta and said, "Thank you."

Atalanta shook her head slightly and cast a vigilant look at Hercules. She knew that man, a hero praised by people in the past, but later killed his wife and children for some unknown reason and joined the Twilight Cult.

"Yes, there is such an arrangement." Hercules admitted frankly that there was no need to keep the assassination of Thor secret. Everyone could think of Thor as the key to this war.

If Thor could be assassinated successfully, then moving the seal of the source of fear would become meaningless.

And the Twilight Cult will have enough time to unlock the seal of the source of fear.

"But we have another plan." He flexed his wrist and assumed an attacking stance, "to take back the prototype Sword of Light from you, and thus unseal the source of fear."

The atmosphere became tense.

And right now.

"Akhtar, I must be the one to kill." Countless bats flew over and gathered into a human figure. He was wearing a black windbreaker and had two sharp fangs. His aura was dark and deep, and his handsome appearance had an extraordinary allure.

He said to Hercules:

"This is our agreement."

"..." Hercules did not agree immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly and looked at the vampire Count Dracula. He was thinking about whether to kill this troublesome vampire. Now was no time for Count Dracula to take revenge.

Retrieving the prototype Sword of Light is the top priority.

"That's great, let's change our opponents." The Red Dragon King walked out from among the heroes and came directly in front of Hercules.

The two equally tall and strong men looked at each other, without showing any sign of weakness.

The Red Dragon King, who is at the top of the Red Dragon clan.

Hercules, who wields the power of the devil.

"You... are very weak." The Red Dragon King grinned, flames overflowing from between his teeth, and without hesitation, he blew a blast of dragon breath at Hercules' face. The scorching flames blew Hercules away.

His body rushed out like a cannonball and fought with Hercules who was flying backwards.

Unexpected... No, it was expected.

It is only natural that the Red Dragon King, who is at the top of the Red Dragon clan, is not inferior to Hercules who possesses the power of the devil.

Dragons are creatures that stand at the apex of their ecological niche.

The Red Dragon King is the dragon king standing at the top of the dragon clan. Unless one is promoted to the demon realm, it is impossible to crush the Red Dragon King in terms of strength.

"Then I will deal with you." Ximu retracted his gaze and cast his eyes on the vampire Count Dracula, chuckling:

"Although I don't know what deep hatred you have with me, I will give you a one-on-one chance."

"You... killed my brother." Count Dracula became even more angry. This man didn't even understand why he wanted revenge.

However, Ximu didn't care about Count Dracula's anger. He turned to Misty and said:
"Let me fight him alone."

"Yeah." Misty agreed softly, without any of her previous arrogance and awe. She was like a well-behaved kitten, forming a strong contrast.

She took a few steps back, but the long knife in her hand was still aimed at the vampire Count. As long as there was anything wrong, the blade would be unsheathed immediately.

Cut off the vampire's head.

Count Dracula glanced at Misty, but didn't care much. It was not because he was confident that he could crush Misty, the hero who was praised as the Valkyrie.

He could feel the difference in strength between the two sides.

"Clap!" Applause sounded, and the view changed, arriving at a dark church.

There is no one else except him and Akhtar.

Desecration of the church.

It is able to suppress all powers of "God". Any power related to God will be suppressed to the point where it is almost unusable within the church.

It will also cause people to fall into a state of depravity, continuously putting their minds in a negative state, and leading them to madness.

"It's just you and me here." Count Dracula stretched out his hand, reached into the void, and pulled out a blood-stained knight's sword.

The blasphemous knight's sword possesses power against "God". The specific effect is that it has a strong restraint on all power from God.

"You can't use your life to pray here."

"..." Ximu felt that the efficiency of his life-related prayers had dropped significantly. This was not because Count Dracula had opened up the kingdom in his heart and cut off his connection with the Goddess of Life. It was purely because the efficiency of the power of "prayer" was extremely compressed here.

This also means that he cannot act recklessly. If he is pierced through the heart, brain or other vital parts, there is no way to heal quickly through the power of life prayer.

Now he doesn't have the same high tolerance for error as before.

"Why do you think I will lose if I don't have the power of the Goddess of Life?" He looked around. The moonlight coming in through the stained glass fell on a statue of the goddess shedding tears of blood.

"Because you are weaker than me." Dracula asserted, holding the Blasphemous Knight Sword in his hand lowered, and approached Akhtar step by step, with sparks flying as the sword rubbed against the ground.

In terms of strength, he has surpassed the limits of the human realm.

Akhtar has just touched the limit of the human realm. There is an essential difference in strength between the two sides, as long as Akhtar does not have the immortality granted by the life prayer.

Then it would be easy for him to win.

"Boom--!!" Count Dracula suddenly increased his speed, and the Blasphemous Knight Sword in his hand cut through the air and stabbed towards Akhtar's neck.

As if he had foreseen the future, Akhtar swung the sword of death in his hand and blocked the incoming sword.

"Clang!" The sound of swords clashing echoed in the dim church. The brilliant flames tore through the darkness, making the church bright for a short time.

It also allowed Akhtar and Count Dracula to see each other's faces clearly, with each other's eyes reflecting each other, both filled with absolute confidence in victory.

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Outside. "Let's begin, for the great wish of burning the world." Machirizzor squatted down, pressed his palms on the ground, and the shadow behind him began to wriggle and spread, turning into a dark door, and slowly opened with the door.

Several giant snakes suddenly jumped out, bared their sharp fangs, and bit the small continent in the sky.

The snake's body, which was hundreds of meters long, turned into bridges.

The Dusk believers and monsters followed the snake's body and launched an attack on the miniature continent in the sky.

"Where did they get so many soldiers?" Atalanta raised her bow and arrow, sniping at the monsters approaching from the sky.

Based on her understanding of the Twilight Cult, there shouldn't be so many miscellaneous soldiers. However, during the actual confrontation, she found that... the Twilight Cult had a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers, and a large number of these miscellaneous soldiers were humans and elves.

Obviously, the lower-level members of the Twilight Cult should all be dwarves.

"I heard that it's too cold, so many people started to believe in the fire giant Surtur in order to keep warm." Laura swung her sword and killed the attacking dusk believers, and told Atalanta who had her back to her the news.

In response, Atalanta remained silent for a moment, then returned to normal and focused her attention on the strangeness in the sky.

Now the Dusk believers are enemies, no matter what their reasons for believing in the fire giant Surtur, she cannot show any mercy.

We must ensure that the demon seal is not broken.

And on the other side.

"Wait, stop chasing me!" Suna ran out of the church in panic, with an octopus girl chasing after her. She had pink skin and slender fingers with suction cups, which tightly stuck to a water-blue rapier and kept stabbing at Suna's back.

"The candidate for the Saint of Fate, is she a woman who can only run away?" The Octopus Girl provoked, while the tentacles under her skirt squirmed like spider legs, chasing after Suna closely.

Originally, she thought that she would be easily killed instantly if she met the alternate Saint of Fate, but the reality was that she was chasing the alternate Saint of Fate.

Who could have thought that the noble candidate saint's fighting ability was so weak.

"I won't run away unless you chase me!" Suna answered honestly. She didn't have the ability to return from the dead now. If she was killed... she would have to go to heaven and serve the three goddesses of fate, and she would never be able to interfere in anything in the world again.

And she still has memories of the world.

"Goddess, please help me!" She began to pray to the three goddesses of fate, and then her foot was tripped by a stone, just in time to avoid the sword stabbed by the octopus girl, and her body rolled over and fell into the pit.

Then they saw a little Lolita wearing a silver-grey cloak, with white hair and red eyes. The two looked at each other in surprise, and they seemed not to have reacted yet.

The atmosphere became delicate.

"Now you have no way to escape, right?" The Octopus Lady also chased after him. She stood on the edge of the pit, looking down at the two people below... Wait, why are there two? There shouldn't be only one candidate for the Saint of Fate.

However, the reality did not allow her to think too much.

"Boom!" The hot dragon breath submerged her in the next moment. The scorching heat turned her into grilled squid, emitting an enticing burnt aroma.

"Thank you..." Suna came back to her senses, turned her head to look at the white-haired loli with her smoking mouth closed, wanting to ask about her identity.

In response, the white-haired loli pulled down her hood, turned around and disappeared in a hurry. Suna called out to her several times, but there was no response.

He didn't seem to intend to talk to her.

But she was finally out of danger. Now she just had to find Eden or Akhtar as soon as possible to ensure her own safety.

Think about this.

Suna climbed out of the pit and ran towards Eden. She was quite confident in the omniscient saint Eden. As long as she could run to Eden's side, she would not be in any danger.

He is a tough guy who can retain his memory after death and return.

Fortunately, Suna passed through the chaotic battlefield, avoided the crazy Twilight followers and monsters, and successfully found Eden. She was seen kneeling quietly on a flattened stone, with several unconscious Twilight followers around her.

Not far away is Thor, the best human at drinking.

Compared to the wars elsewhere, this place seems extremely quiet. If it weren't for a few unconscious Dusk believers on the ground, one would really feel that nothing had happened here.

"Eden, are you okay?" Suna raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and sat down next to Eden.

She was absolutely safe here.

"It's okay." Eden shook his head calmly, his emerald eyes looking into the distance, and Suna followed his gaze, but saw nothing except the monsters flying all over the sky. However, when she turned around to look at Eden, she saw... a battle.

Those emerald eyes reflected Akhtar's battle with the vampire, a life-and-death duel in the small church.

"Hah!" Count Dracula shouted angrily, and the Blasphemous Knight's sword in his hand burst into blood. The speed suddenly began to increase, and endless slashes poured down on Akhtar.

"Clang clang clang!!!" The endless blood-red light blades collided with the greatsword of death wrapped in black flames. Brilliant flames burst out every time. The explosive impact of the sword blades turned into wind blades, crushing the benches in the church.

Vampires who have survived for more than a thousand years and have an immense hatred for gods possess skills and powers that are basically impeccable.

Very strong.

But...it's just very strong.

"What?!?" Count Dracula couldn't help but shrink his eyes. The skills he had trained... had a flaw that was discovered.

At the moment when he was about to swing the next sword.

Akhtar intercepted in advance, interrupted his sword-swinging momentum, and counterattacked. The greatsword of death wrapped in black flames brushed past his cheek, leaving a deep blood mark, and was instantly burned by the flames.

"There's nothing surprising about this. People who live long tend to have rigid minds." Ximu swung the Greatsword of Death and watched Count Dracula take a few steps back, cautiously touching the scar on his face, his eyes as calm as ever... no, it should be indifferent.

It is a kind of complete disregard for the existence of others, which can also be understood as... arrogance, looking down on others completely from the heart, and the resulting sense of arrogance.

This guy is...a genius.

Count Dracula remembered the fact that there were many such people in the long history. They were a group of geniuses capable of driving world change. They were called demons or witches.

And their common trait is unconscious...arrogance, looking down on everything from a high position, looking down on everything from top to bottom.

Because he is a genius, he is invincible.

Because I'm a genius, there are no problems.

Because he is a genius, he can do everything.

"What a disgusting guy." Count Dracula expressed his inner feelings. He hated the look in Akhtar's eyes. It reminded him of the God of War, the guy who brought him shame that could never be washed away.

He attacked again.

"I'm going to dig out your...eyes!"

(End of this chapter)