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Chapter 165 Partner
"..." The little mare took a step back, looked at Akhtar's gentle smile, then glanced at Jörmungandr who was rubbing his face, and fell into a dilemma.

In response, Ximu showed an understanding smile: "If you don't want to be a partner, forget it."

"Perhaps Sleipnir and you haven't reached that level of relationship yet." Jörmungandr said with a smile, and stepped out with her slender legs under her long skirt, came behind Akhtar, raised her hands and placed them on his shoulders, exhaled a sweet breath, "Why don't you consider me? I am very interested in you."

This is a lie, even though Akhtar is the most gifted and talented man of the current era, there is a high possibility that he will become a demon in the future, and he is a very good candidate for a partner.

However, she had already decided to become the body of the resurrected monster witch, so no matter how outstanding Akhtar was, he had no appeal to her.

But she liked to see Sleipnir's embarrassed and angry expression.

When she was fighting with Sleipnir, she had no way of catching sight of Sleipnir and could only passively take the beating. It was because her body was too huge and her recovery ability was extremely amazing that she didn't care about Sleipnir's attacks at all.

If it were any other monster, it would probably be slowly scratched to death by Sleipnir.

"Jörmungandr!" The mare's hooves rubbed against the ground, leaving an obvious scratch. If she didn't care so much about Akhtar, she would have transformed into a human form in front of Akhtar long ago, and there would be no need to force herself to maintain her original form.

You know, when Akhtar was around, she had to be fed a glass of water by Akhtar, and had to have Akhtar hand her fruit to her mouth.

"Humph, I didn't say I wouldn't transform into a human form, I just don't want to transform into a human form in front of you." As she spoke, white light emerged from her body, and a pair of straight long legs stepped out, revealing a girl with long milky white hair and a mature figure.

She crossed her arms across her chest, supporting her plump fruit, and gently scratched her cheek with one hand. She turned her head away, not daring to look at Akhtar, and said softly:

"Nothing special. Compared to Mist and Leticia, I am just..."

"Partner, you are special." Ximu said suddenly, causing the little mare to be stunned for a moment, and she looked at Akhtar in surprise.

"Among the many women I have met, your partner is undoubtedly as good as anyone else. Maybe you can even rank first."

The little mare transformed into a human form in front of him, possessing the most mature and attractive female body, but her temperament was innocent and tender, which formed a sharp contrast with her mature figure, thus giving birth to a strange charm.

It was not the elegant aura that came from a good education like Leticia's, nor was it the awe and arrogance that came from having extraordinary strength like Mist's.

Rather, it is a kind of extreme purity that is maintained by not being contaminated by the world.

"Wow, what a passionate confession." Jörmungandr clasped his hands together, took a step back, and smiled at Sleipnir who was looking at her with dissatisfaction. "But there must be a lot of people interested in a man like this."

She smiled.

"But Sleipnir, you must be the woman who has been with Akhtar the longest, so you should have the best chance."

"Stop teasing my partner." Ximu smiled, walked closer to the little mare, and then stretched out his hand to help the little mare tidy up her hair. "My partner should not have any thoughts about me in that regard, otherwise he would have transformed into a human form in front of me."

Little mare: "..."

There were very complicated reasons for not transforming into a human form in front of Akhtar. Initially, she was worried that they would be too close to each other, which would lead to her becoming a pitiful single woman raising a child in the future. Later, she simply didn't know how to explain it to Akhtar.

"Is that so?" Jörmungandr blinked, and seeing the mare's expression as if she was about to hit someone, he quickly changed the subject, "But with Akhtar by my side protecting Sleipnir's safety, I feel relieved."

She patted the hem of her skirt and turned her back to the two of them.

"Sleipnir, since you don't want to become the body of the monster witch, then don't regret participating. I really don't want to face a troublesome woman like you."

"I have no interest in becoming a fake monster witch." The little mare said indifferently. Even if she won among thousands of monsters and possessed power equal to... no, power that surpassed that of a monster witch, it would not be the resurrection of a true monster witch after all.

In response, Jörmungandr chuckled, turned his back to the two of them, waved his hand, and disappeared from the gaze of the filly and Akhtar.

Subsequently.

Ximu said seriously to the mare who had transformed into a human form, "Partner, I want to ride you."

The air suddenly became stagnant.

The little mare's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she subconsciously took a few steps back. However, looking at Akhtar's serious expression, she realized that it was not the one she thought of, and she had misunderstood... No wonder, it was obviously Akhtar who deliberately said ambiguous words.

"I'm going to Eden to chat." She snorted, straightened her legs and tapped the ground lightly, her body floating slightly, "You should find a way to leave first."

After he finished speaking, he left as if he was running away, and disappeared from Ximu's sight in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that his previous remarks about wanting to take advantage of her had caused her quite a stir.

Ximu chuckled, raised his hand to lift up his hair, his expression turned cold, and said:
"Come out."

"Lord Akhtar." The air twisted and changed, and a man with short red hair appeared. He knelt on one knee respectfully on the ground.

"The churches of all parties have already started to take action and have begun to hunt monsters on a large scale in an attempt to prevent the resurrection of the monster witch."

He looked up and asked.

"Bishop Luwei asked me to ask for your opinion. Should we help the monsters complete the ritual, or let them complete the Monster Witch Resurrection Ritual on their own?"

"What does Lu Wei think?" Ximu did not express his attitude directly, and the red-haired man recalled and said respectfully:
"Bishop Luwei means that we should do our best to help if we can. Even if it's not a real monster witch resurrected, it's a good thing for the Order of the Dead. It can also show a positive attitude to the outside world, indicating that we are willing to actively help demons and witches."

Ximu smiled and said, "Then I'll help."

"Understood." The red-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, then handed over a letter. After Akhtar took it, he explained, "This is Bishop Luwei's plan. Please see if there is anything you want to add or modify."

"..."

Ximu flipped through it, black flames appeared from his fingers, igniting the envelope in his hand, burning it to ashes, and said:
"I will go to the Kingdom of Joy to stop the Church of War from sniping."

"Lord Akhtar, the Church of War is not a small sect like the Church of Blood." The red-haired man showed difficulty. "The risk of stopping them is too great. I strongly advise you not to take such a huge risk."

There are many churches in this world. Some are very small, with only a few hundred believers, and there is not even one top believer.

The large churches not only have the strongest humans, but also the strongest people who surpass the limits of humans. They are not on the same level as the small churches.

Although in name the status of the churches are equal.

The Church of War is the largest church in the world. They not only love war, but also love to instigate war. The believers are a group of lunatics who have fanatical ideas about fighting. The underlying idea is to die in battle, but they are just going to heaven to serve the God of War.

He fought so heroically and fearlessly that even he, a believer in death, found it sick.

"My conscience will hurt if I bully a small sect." Ximu smiled, "But I have no burden at all when fighting against the followers of the God of War."

The red-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Only then did he recall Akhtar's identity. As a world-famous hero, it was normal for him to have moral burdens.

Fighting against the Church of the God of War was another matter entirely. The followers of the God of War longed to die heroically in battle, and then go to the heavens to serve the God of War and fight an endless battle. Therefore, Akhtar did not need any moral burden to kill the followers of the God of War.

"You don't need to worry about my safety." Ximu patted the red-haired young man on the shoulder, then passed him and went to the hotel in Windmill Country to find Eden and the little mare.

After the monster witch is resurrected, the ideas of the gods in the sky will almost change, and they will not force the goddess of death to stay in hell.

That is when the hell copy will be opened.

……

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Dragon Tomb.

"It feels so relaxing." The Corpse Witch stood on the castle, looked up at the sun in the sky, and let out a suggestive moan.

"I almost forgot that I'm a witch." She regained her witch power and once again possessed the power to fight against the gods.

"But this way we have no way out."

“If we fail, we won’t be able to survive for more than ten years.” The Moon Witch stepped on the air and came to the side of the Corpse Witch.

Her delicate face was as sleepy as ever. She wore loose pajamas, exposing her fair and delicate shoulders. She looked like a stay-at-home girl who had been living at home for years.

"The Order of Death has sent us a request, asking us to stop the gods and ensure the smooth resurrection of the monster witch."

"Are you making sure the monster witch's daughter is resurrected?" The corpse witch stretched lazily, her delicate body wrapped in white bandages outlining a charming curve. There was an urge to tear off the bandages wrapped around her body.

However, considering her strength as a witch, no one dared to do so.

"That's not important, as long as the resurrected monster witch is strong enough." The Moon Witch explained, "If this plan goes smoothly, the attitude of the gods will definitely change. Maybe the Goddess of Life will take action directly."

"It's terrible to be the enemy of the Goddess of Life." The Corpse Witch's expression became subtle, and she was obviously afraid of the Goddess of Life. She had provoked the Goddess of Life in the church before, and was punished by the Goddess of Life from the sky, and almost died on the spot.

"The current actions of the Death Cult are just minor ones, not too excessive." The Moon Witch covered her lips and yawned softly, "In the past, every demon and witch would do something big, and the gods have long been accustomed to it."

She lowered her hand from covering her lips.

"But if multiple witches and demons appear, the attitude of the gods will change drastically, and it won't be surprising that the goddess of life will take action."

"Can the clone of the Witch of Death stop the Goddess of Life?" The Witch of Corpses had a subtle expression. She had already anticipated the result after the arrival of the Goddess of Life. It was very likely that they would be suppressed by the Goddess of Life who would stretch out a hand from high in the sky.

The Moon Witch was silent for a moment, then said:
"Since the Witch of Death has a way to seal the God of All-Knowing, there must be a trump card that we don't know about. Otherwise, why would she declare war on the gods?"

"Let's ask the Witch of Death first." The Witch of Corpse pursed her lips, "Otherwise, I will feel insecure."

"The Demon of Denial has already gone to ask." The Moon Witch replied, and then her body turned into moonlight and disappeared on the spot. She did not want to confront the Goddess of Life directly, otherwise she really could not think of any chance of winning.

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The country of art.

Half Moon Street.

Golden Opera House.

"You are so leisurely." The Demon of Denial sat on the bench in the front row, his monocle reflecting the performance on the stage. "Miss Witch of Death, do you have any way to deal with the Goddess of Life?"

"Yes." The Witch of Death answered calmly, causing the Demon of Denial to look expectant and curious, and asked hurriedly:
"who is it?"

"Of course it was me who took action!" A sly chuckle was heard, and the Demon of Denial turned his head to look at the source of the voice, only to see a delicate-looking girl walking towards him. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, with her red curly hair tied into a ponytail, and her aura was no different from that of a witch.

"I am an imaginary witch." The goddess of lies took out a folding fan to cover her delicate face and lied to the demon of denial, "Leave the mere goddess of life to me."

"Imaginary witch?" The Demon of Denial couldn't help but frown. He carefully recalled all the witches in the past. None of them matched the imaginary witch. It would be better to say that there was no such person at all.

"That's right, the Witch of Imagination who can make everything imaginary come true." The Goddess of Lies nodded slightly and smiled at the Demon of Denial. "Although I am not sure enough to defeat the Goddess of Life, there is no problem in delaying her."

She asked the Witch of Death.

"Witch of Death, what do you think?"

The Witch of Death said calmly: "She has the ability."

"Can I try?" the Demon of Denial asked, but he had already stood up. He had doubts about the strength of this imaginary witch.

If the hypothetical witch had the strength to fight the Goddess of Life, she would have been recorded in history books long ago, instead of being unknown like she is now.

"Then let's change the venue for the competition." The goddess of lies smiled sweetly and snapped her fingers. The world suddenly changed from the original opera house to the boundless desert.

"I won't bully you who has just recovered your strength." She took a step back, "As long as you defeat my imaginary target, it will be fine."

The Denying Demon turned around and saw a human-shaped dragon half-crouching on the ground, with the flame of death symbolizing death burning on his body. He held a greatsword of death in one hand, and his aura was manic and violent, as if he wanted to bring everything to death.

"The companion of the witch of imaginary death." The goddess of lies smiled slightly, "He should be able to be your enemy, right?" As soon as she finished speaking, the humanoid dragon not far away stood up, black flames overflowed from between its teeth, and it stomped its feet on the ground suddenly. The hot gravel under its feet exploded suddenly, raising a cloud of dust.

The imaginary companion of the Witch of Death had already come to the front of the Demon of Denial with a sword and slashed it down heavily.

"Boom!" The black flames split the desert. Looking down from the sky, one could see a canyon burning with black flames cut through the desert.

at the same time.

The Witch of Death in the opera house frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at the false desert world created by the Goddess of Lies, her eyes fell on the imaginary partner of the Witch of Death.

Then she calmly withdrew her gaze.

After all, it is just an imaginary partner of death and has nothing to do with her. At most, she is just borrowing some power of death from Akhtar by imitating her.

It's not worth her caring too much.

(End of this chapter)