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Chapter 155 Host, I feel the breath of a high-quality witch!

"Before answering this question." A black dragon walked out, its huge body blocking out the sunlight, covering Akhtar and the white-haired loli.

He lowered his head and stared at the human in front of him.

"You are an enemy of the Dragon Empire, right?"

"Of course." Ximu looked at the giant dragons that surrounded him and found that there was no deep hostility in their eyes. Instead, there was a kind of expectation.

He swung the Greatsword of Death gently.

"The aura of the dragon's curse on me should be clear, right?"

"It's very clear!" Black Dragon grinned, revealing his ferocious teeth, and his breath became violent. "Akhtar, how about we make a deal?"

Ximu smiled and said, "I'll give you a few words."

"..." Upon hearing this, the Black Dragon cast his gaze on the white-haired Lolita with malicious eyes. He did not care much about the Dragon Princess who was loved by everyone. Even though she was very cute, she was just cute.

In the face of freedom, cuteness is nothing.

"If you kill Evelyn, all of us dragons will pledge allegiance to you and acknowledge you as the Dragon King. How do you do that?"

After being released from prison, they received a mission. As long as they could bite and kill the most famous hero in the world, they would get the biggest reduction in sentence, from life imprisonment to nine thousand years of imprisonment.

Not to mention whether they can survive nine thousand years, when they come out after nine thousand years, they will already be old dragons and will not have much energy to do their own things.

Therefore, after they learned about Akhtar's intelligence, they easily reached a consensus, which was to betray the Dragon Empire, join the Death Witch Cult behind Akhtar, and become unscrupulous cultists.

But before that, they had to confirm one thing, that is, Akhtar really had nothing to do with the Dragon Empire, otherwise they would not feel at ease in their rebellion.

All Akhtar needed to do was to strangle the lovely Dragon Princess in his arms to death and stand completely against the Dragon Empire.

Then they can follow Akhtar with confidence.

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, and looked into the eyes of the white-haired loli who happened to be looking up. The body of the white-haired loli in his arms was very soft, and her delicate face looking at him was also very cute and beautiful, which made people feel pity and love as long as they looked at her.

"There are more than ninety powerful dragons. If they join the Cult of Death, it will definitely be a great help."

His eyes turned cold.

"If you want to accomplish something that will subvert the world, you cannot be swayed by beauty."

Considering it purely from the perspective of interests, strangling the white-haired loli in his arms to death in exchange for the support of ninety powerful evil dragons is a sure win in any case.

With strength and powerful support, there is no need to worry about not having beauties, even though white-haired lolis are very rare beauties.

But it can't affect his achievement of great things.

"..." The white-haired Lolita didn't say anything. She looked at Akhtar calmly, watching this man scare her.

She was not a timid and indecisive person. On the contrary, she had a very high level of knowledge, so she could tell at a glance that Akhtar had no intention of killing her.

Otherwise, Akhtar should have killed her without saying a word.

"Unfortunately, I have already promised to take your soul out of hell." Ximu raised his hand and touched the white-haired loli's cheek, then turned over and dismounted, walking towards the evil dragons.

"Partner, take her away from here."

"..." The little mare rubbed her hooves on the ground and looked at Akhtar's reliable and determined back, and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She was not at all worried about Akhtar's safety.

However, the white-haired girl showed a worried look, clenched her fists and put them on her chest, took a deep breath, and said:
"Akhtar, you have to be careful." As soon as she finished speaking, the mare carrying her had already set off, disappearing from the spot like lightning. Her speed was not inferior to that of the Thunder Dragon King. She disappeared from the sight in the blink of an eye and disappeared completely.

"Okay, next it's our battle." Ximu withdrew his gaze and grinned at the evil dragons, revealing an expectant and bloodthirsty smile.

The leading black dragon was silent when he saw this, and asked, "Are you normal, Akhtar, to give up the loyalty of ninety evil dragons for a woman?"

His breath sparkled.

"Or are you originally on the side of the Dragon Empire?!"

"Ha~ Your value is limited to being killed by me." Ximu sneered, and the greatsword of death in his hand ignited with flames, waiting for the evil dragons on the opposite side to use all their strength.

"Can I show myself!" The leading black dragon roared to the sky, and the spreading strong magic power turned into a strong wind. Its body also underwent tremendous changes. Heads emerged from its back, and its size was also changing rapidly.

And the changes were not limited to the leading black dragon. The other ninety or so evil dragons also underwent tremendous changes and turned into all kinds of strange creatures, as if the monster witch had exerted her power on the ninety evil dragons.

Ximu looked up at the nearly a hundred monsters that surrounded him, and without hesitation drew his sword and swung it out. The flame of death, like ink splashing, rotated with the sword tip, forming a waning moon in the air, directly splitting the leading black dragon into two halves.

"Hahahaha... don't let me down!" The wild laughter echoed in the battlefield. Ximu's body flipped in the air, and the Greatsword of Death swung. A black crescent shot out and cut off the neck of a nearby evil dragon gritting its teeth.

Blood gushed out from the evil dragon's neck like a small volcano, and the hot dragon blood turned into torrential rain and fell.

And right now.

A woman... no, it should be said that she is a witch.

Ximu, who was laughing wildly and killing people, saw a blurry figure of a woman in his sight. She looked at him and said something with her cherry lips slightly parted, but he could not hear clearly.

Of course he didn't bother to care.

"Humans!" The besieging dragons roared angrily, no longer caring about the distance between each other, and opened their mouths to spit out dragon breath.

The fire engulfed everything.

The dragons present scattered, some jumped in another direction to capture the white-haired loli, while others stayed behind to surround and kill Akhtar.

Whether they kill Akhtar or catch the white-haired loli, it will be beneficial for them.

The fire faded.

Ximu walked out, his injured body healed rapidly, and two figures emerged from the shadow behind him, one was a clone who looked exactly like him, and the other was a woman wrapped in a black robe.

"I have no chance of winning against so many dragons by myself." He explained to the dragons that were in doubt in the distance, and then rushed out without hesitation. He took advantage of his smaller size to get close to the dragons for close combat to avoid being hit by their breath.

Even though he is very strong now, if he has to face more than ninety dragons at the same time, he will still be burned to death by the concentrated fire of the dragons' breath, so he must fight with the dragons in close combat. Once he has a sufficient distance from them, the dragons will not care about accidental injuries and will concentrate their fire of dragon breath to kill him.

So his fighting style was proactive from the beginning.

"Roar!" The blue dragon let out a painful wail and flapped its huge wings, trying to blow the man on his back away. However, Akhtar dragged the greatsword of death and swept it along his spine, directly splitting his spine in two.

Then he turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot, flashing in front of another dragon, maintaining his close combat strategy.

And on the other side.

The clone held the sword of light and fought with the dragons with his strong recovery ability. He did not show Akhtar's almost predictable fighting skills, although his fighting skills were relatively excellent.

However, as long as there is a comparison, it feels rigid.

This is a matter of course. Although all of Akhtar's equipment and skills can be copied, they are only clones after all and cannot reach the same level as the original.

Moreover, he gave the Greatsword of Death to... Miss Black Knife. This meant that the clone lost a powerful weapon and could no longer wield the Greatsword of Death as freely as Akhtar to break through the enemy's defense and force the dragons to die.

Therefore, it is quite difficult for the clone to fight.

However, Miss Black Knife, fighting with the Greatsword of Death in hand, appeared to be extremely sharp and decisive, like a blade polished to extreme perfection, which would cut through human skin and flesh as long as it got slightly closer.

Coupled with the ghostly footsteps, it is even more difficult to predict whereabouts.

"I thought he would choose to flee, but I didn't expect him to choose to fight head-on." The White Dragon King looked at the battlefield in the distance, then turned to look at the mare beside him and asked, "Sleipnir, your master is very enthusiastic about fighting."

The filly didn't answer.

She was just a mute horse and there was no need to explain to the White Dragon King that Akhtar was not her master but her partner.

Although to the outside world, Akhtar was already her master.

"As expected of the fastest divine horse in the world, you are just aloof." The White Dragon King laughed heartily and didn't care about Sleipnir's aloof reaction.

However, the white-haired Lolita noticed something and looked at the eight-legged divine horse beside her and said softly:

"Sleipnir, you can talk...right?"

Little mare: "..."

These two dragons are so annoying. Why do they care whether she can speak or not? Isn’t it more valuable to pay attention to Akhtar than to pay attention to her?

"No matter what, it is a top-level monster." The White Dragon King stroked his chin and analyzed calmly, "Sleipnir should be able to speak and transform into a human form."

He laughed.

"Do you have a private relationship?"

"..." The little mare was silent for a moment, then stepped forward with her hoof. She planned to leave these two dragons talking to themselves and fight alongside Akhtar.

Otherwise, with Akhtar's current high-intensity fighting, he will soon fall into a state of lack of magic power. Having her cooperate with Akhtar in the battle will undoubtedly relieve the pressure.

however.

"Die!" The situation on the battlefield changed dramatically. Akhtar's body paused, and then he was swallowed by the red dragon that pounced on him. The dragon's fangs were tightly closed, and the dragon's breath in the abdomen suddenly burst out, and hot flames splashed out from the gaps between the teeth.

A high-pressure environment is formed inside the red dragon's mouth. The scorching heat carried by the dragon's breath is enough to evaporate steel. In such an environment, the human body will turn to ashes in an instant, and there is no possibility of survival.

But... if it's not a human, then the situation is completely different.

"Puchi." The greatsword of death pierced through, and a hand covered with dragon scales emerged from the red dragon's head, and then a human-shaped dragon crawled out.

He squatted on the red dragon's head, observing his condition.

The battlefield also became subtly quiet.

It's not that the evil dragons are being gentlemanly and unwilling to besiege Akhtar at this time, it's simply that the existence in front of them is too... weird, or scary.

That’s right, it’s a monster.

Akhtar standing on the head of the red dragon was like a monster, as if the human skin had been torn off, revealing his true face. His aura was extremely close to that of a dragon, but his body was very similar to that of a human, and it was more like the elements of a dragon were draped over the human body.

Although it has the breath, scales, and eyes of a dragon, its body is very similar to that of a human.

"Ah... I will go to hell to find you, but not at this time." Akhtar suddenly spoke, addressing the unknown person.

The dragons present were slightly stunned when they saw this and looked around, but they still didn't find anyone. However, if they had the same eyes as Akhtar, they would be able to find a vague female figure standing next to Akhtar and talking.

This is a figure that can only be seen by those who use dragon magic and successfully seize the power of the dragon. It is the Witch of Creation from Hell.

And what she said was very simple.

Open the gates of hell and free her from it, and she will grant Akhtar the boon.

"Now let me get through this crisis peacefully, okay?" Ximu clenched the sword of death in his hand and ignited the black flame that symbolized death.

The vague female figure turned around and looked at the dragons around her, saying something that only Akhtar could hear.

Should she give Akhtar the strength to overcome the current difficulties.

Ximu did not answer. His body suddenly moved and rushed towards the dragons. He wanted to gain as many experience points as possible.

As long as the casualties of these dragons are high, they will start to flee and will not fight with the player until the last dragon dies.

Therefore, he must take advantage of the dragons' low morale and harvest as much experience points as possible from them.

The blurry female figure stood there, silently observing Akhtar's fight, until the dragon began to flee and the battle was completely over.

She disappeared on the spot with satisfaction.

[Host, I sense the breath of a high-quality witch! ] The system's excited voice sounded, [That is a powerful witch who is not inferior to the Witch of Death! ]

Ximu pretended not to hear and looked up at the blue sky. There were several dragon corpses around him, and his whole body was dyed red with blood.

Now he is no longer in the state of a dragon, and his appearance is no different from his original one, but his essence is vastly different.

If he was a human before, then he is now a dragon disguised as a human.

[Why can't the host hear it? Is it because I adjusted it wrong?] The system muttered and continued to work hard.

He has no doubt about his host.

(End of this chapter)