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Chapter 171 The World is Destroyed

The sky was dark.

The stars were falling like rain, and the scorched earth was filled with flames of war. The scale of the battlefield was no longer limited to Hierapolis, and several neighboring countries had been affected.

Large areas of mountains were flattened, people died every moment, and the souls of the dead who could not be reborn seemed to fill every corner of the air.

"You are too weak." The Tiger King laughed wildly, grabbed a head with his bare hands, kicked it casually with his foot, and it exploded into a bloody mist in the air.

However, at this moment.

The sword pierced through, and the Tiger King lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the dagger that pierced his chest. He had clearly maintained normal perception, and should have been able to detect it immediately as long as the "wave" he spread was invaded by foreign objects.

"Hmph." A disdainful snort came from behind, and the dagger that pierced the chest was decisively pulled out. The assassin who was trying to assassinate the Tiger King had disappeared on the battlefield.

It must be the guys who assassinated the Church.

The Tiger King covered his chest, feeling the deadly poison spreading from his heart and flowing through his blood vessels to every part of his body. His consciousness also became dim at this moment.

If he was only pierced through the heart, he could still be saved due to his death resistance, but with the poison on the dagger, he would inevitably die.

"Can we only wait until the gates of hell open?" Pulling the corners of his mouth, the Tiger King's legs suddenly expanded, and he jumped directly into the sky. His eyes were fixed firmly on the church reinforcements that were rushing over from ten thousand meters away, and he suddenly threw a punch.

"Boom!" The wave that was compressed to the extreme spread, and in an instant, it tore the church's reinforcements into blood foam. The spreading wave formed a clear transparent sphere on the battlefield, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, pushing the air into a strong shock wave.

Until the Tiger King was also submerged.

The spreading transparent sphere disappeared, leaving behind a shocking deep pit on the battlefield. No one could accurately calculate how many people were affected in the process.

But no one cares. Except for a few extremely top-level fighters, most people are just cannon fodder. As long as the number of deaths does not affect the balance of the battlefield, no one cares. To the commanders behind the scenes, they are just numbers.

"..." Ximu killed the attacker with a casual blow of his sword, and observed the direction of the Tiger King. The battle situation was obviously developing in an unfavorable direction, and the high-ranking members of the Cult of Death were gradually falling.

This is not to say that the top leaders of the Order of Death are incompetent. They have tried their best to eliminate the enemy. However, compared with the huge reserve of powerful men of the Church Coalition, the Order of Death is obviously far inferior. As long as the Church Coalition draws them into a war of attrition, the Order of Death will never win. Defeat is only a matter of time.

In the past, the Church had been unable to do anything with the Cult of Death, mainly because the Cult of Death was very good at hiding and never engaged in a head-on battle with the Church.

But he didn't really care about it. Now all he could see were enemies, which allowed him to experience the thrill of fighting.

That's enough.

"Akhtar, surrender." Someone came over. He was dressed extremely gorgeously. His clothes were made up of pieces of black feathers. The ten fingers of his hands were adorned with gems of different colors, giving people the feeling of a gorgeous big bird.

"Return to the arms of the goddess of death."

"Forget it, the Witch of Death is more suitable for me." Ximu sneered, looking at the Death Pope opposite him, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "It is impossible to return to the arms of the Goddess of Death."

The man in front of him, dressed in fancy clothes, is called the Black Death Bird in the official setting of the game. He has no clear survival time and has the ability to lead any life to death.

"Are you still bothered by the Black Rose Kingdom incident?" Black Death Bird shook his head and advised Akhtar kindly:

"The Goddess of Death has her own concerns, and as a believer you must be considerate."

"..."

Ximu's gaze did not waver at all, and the sword of death in his hand was burning with flames.

Seeing this, Black Death Bird shook his head with regret. Even though Akhtar was a rare talent and might have a chance to succeed him as the Pope of Death, he did not intend to continue persuading him.

"Then let the goddess of death talk to you in person." He took a step forward, black feathers floated in the air, and his jeweled hand stretched out towards Akhtar.

However, from Akhtar's perspective, it was as if a huge hand covering the sky and the sun was reaching out, trying to grab him and strangle him to death.

Can't win, can't avoid.

As a black death bird whose age is unknown, it possesses strength that has reached the level of a demon. Although it is not the companion of the goddess of death, with the power support provided by the goddess of death, it can surpass the popes of most churches.

After all, the power of the goddess of death is too extraordinary.

And right now.

A red butterfly flew past Akhtar's eyes, and then a tall figure with long wavy red hair stood in front of him.

Immediately.

"Boom!" The forces of death and disorder collided and spread with the two people as the boundary, painting the sky and the earth black and red. The power of the confrontation directly tore the sky apart, splitting the dusty sky into two halves, revealing the brilliant starry sky behind the scenes.

The blade was retracted, and Misty immediately reached out to hug Akhtar's waist, took him back a few steps, and put some distance between them and the Black Death Bird.

"What an interesting knife." Black Death Bird glanced at his palm and saw a white mark on it with a faint trace of blood, but it healed quickly in an instant.

Then he looked down at the ground beneath his feet, and saw that the ground in front of his toes was torn into a canyon, which continued to spread to the left and right.

"Are you okay, Akhtar?" Misty released her slender hands that were hugging Akhtar's waist and looked at the man opposite with vigilance. She felt that the man opposite in black feather clothes was more difficult to deal with than the Blood Pope she had fought before.

No...to be more precise, they are not on the same level at all and there is no comparison at all.

"Not bad." Ximu shook his head calmly. He was wearing the reinforced Red Dragon Blood Armor, and with the grace bestowed by the Goddess of Life, it was not difficult for him to resist the attack of the Black Death Bird. It was also enough for him to find time to ask for help.

And that's why he was so calm.

"Let me hold him back." Mister clenched the long sword in her hand. The power from disorder spread, dyeing the long sword bright red. Crystal red butterflies fluttered, silently disintegrating the world.

"What a touching sentiment." The Black Death Bird laughed and calmly walked towards Mist. The black feathers in the air collided with the crystal red butterflies and turned into orchid flames and disappeared.

Mister took the lead in swinging her long sword. The sharp blade cut through the air, and a deep red spread, engulfing the man who was walking towards her.

She calmly took a step forward, ready to delay as much time as possible to give Akhtar time to evacuate.

And right now.

"Retreat." A slender hand grabbed Mist's wrist and dragged her to the edge of the scene before she could react. The speed was so fast that no one could react, as if she had completed teleportation.

"Why are there so many women protecting Akhtar?" Black Death Bird walked out from the crimson and looked at Akhtar and Misty, who were being dragged away by a girl with milky white hair. He felt very subtle.

He had the inexplicable illusion that if he continued to hunt Akhtar, some troublesome woman could suddenly appear.

"Maybe he is more popular with women?" A chuckle was heard suddenly. Black Dead Bird turned his head expressionlessly and saw a mature woman walking towards him.

Her entire body was bound with white bandages, outlining her attractive figure, making her look both sexy and holy.

"It's too much of a bully for the Death Pope to attack the little guy himself." The Corpse Witch smiled sweetly, "Let me be your opponent."

"There really is more than one witch behind the Death Cult." Black Death Bird put away his casual attitude. He had to be serious when facing a witch of this level, otherwise he might really die. Before finding a suitable successor to the position of Death Pope, he didn't want to go to hell to serve the Goddess of Death.

"There are probably hundreds of witches behind the Cult of Death." The Corpse Witch made up a story while activating her own power and began to use the corpses on the battlefield, forcibly manipulating them to attack the Black Death Bird.

Corpse, this concept seems very narrow, and can only be limited to the body remaining after death. However, this does not mean that she can only control corpses. She can also turn others into corpses and make them toys in her hands.

Controlling corpses to attack now is just a test.

"No matter how many witches there are, since you are all gone." Black Death Bird raised his head, "then it's time for them to go too."

The portal in the sky opened, and the gods from high heaven descended, announcing that the battle had escalated into a confrontation between the witch and the gods.

……

...

Day two.

The sky is bright.

"You can go now." The tightly closed door opened, and the doll girl walked into the room and smiled at Suna at the table. "Although the monster witch has not been resurrected, the war is almost over."

"You lost?" Suna asked curiously, and then the puppet girl pointed her finger at her chin and thought carefully before saying:

"It's probably a lose-lose situation." She kept smiling, "This world probably needs the goddess of life to recreate life."

"What do you mean?" Suna had a very bad premonition. This world needed to recreate life, which could only happen under one condition, that is, all life in this world had become extinct.

"It means exactly what it says." The doll girl came to the window, opened the tightly closed curtains, revealing the scene outside.

"In order to win the war, both sides have begun to use every possible means. When they came to their senses, the world had already become like this."

"..." Suna came to the window and looked at the apocalyptic scenery outside. She saw flowing magma covering the earth, and there was no sign of life.

"Even that woman Lu Wei didn't expect the situation to turn out like this." The puppet girl shook her head and explained to the silent Suna, "I originally thought it was just a local war between witches and gods, but when the actual fighting started, I found that the conflict was completely uncontrollable. Many hidden demons and witches were inevitably involved, and there were a lot of unexpected situations."

Suna was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can you tell me what the unexpected situation was?"

"For example, before the death of the Alchemist Witch, she planted ancient bombs all over the world in order to destroy as many reinforcements as possible from the church." The puppet girl made an explosion gesture, "The replicas that inherited everything from the Alchemist Witch fired indiscriminately at all the locations of the church, sucking everyone in, and many people were killed before they could react."

Is the key the replica of the Alchemy Witch?

Suna thought silently that as long as she waited for her death and return, and dealt with the clone of the Alchemist Witch in advance, the situation should be prevented from reaching the worst point.

however.

"But if you insist, the Dusk believers are even more extreme." The puppet girl explained as she faced Suna's gaze, "They sacrificed low-level believers on a large scale, creating a large number of erupting volcanoes, hoping to drown all the church believers in this way."

Do we still need to deal with the crazy Dusk believers?

Suna was already a little desperate. If it was just finding one person, it would be a relatively simple matter. However, if it was the Twilight believers scattered all over the world, it would be too difficult to deal with them in time.

"But the most serious one is the battle between the witch and the god." The puppet girl counted on her fingers, "In order to have enough materials to fight the goddess, the corpse witch refined all the living things she saw into corpses, and used them as consumables to fight against the gods."

"In order to fight against the Goddess of Life, the Imaginary Witch and the Color Witch created several cages that held millions of lives. As long as the Goddess of Life took action, she would destroy a cage."

"There is also the Moon Witch who summons the false moon to cause a collision of the celestial spheres, and the Slicing Demon uses the earth as a chopping block to cut everything wantonly."

Suna raised her hand to cover her forehead, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. She began to doubt whether she would be able to change such a terrible ending if she went back to the past.

"But it's all worth it." The puppet girl happily turned around. "Now more than half of the lives have died, which is enough for us to launch an attack on Hell and unseal the Witch of Death."

She looked at Suna's desperate eyes.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"Kill me." Suna said desperately, but the doll girl shook her head and stepped back a few steps.

"You are Lord Akhtar's friend, how could I kill you?" After saying this, she was about to turn around and leave.

However, Suna suddenly reacted and asked:

"Wait, Akhtar is still alive?"

"Of course he's still alive." The puppet girl tilted her head and replied, "If you want to find Lord Akhtar, just go to the top of the castle."

"Thank you." Suna left in a hurry and ran towards the top of the castle. Now she wanted to commit suicide immediately. The world was already worse, but when she heard that the Witch of Death would be unsealed, she immediately realized that the world could get even worse.

Soon after, Suna climbed the stairs and came to the top of the castle, where she saw Akhtar sitting on the castle. He seemed not to notice her arrival and was looking at the world covered by lava.

"Akhtar, are you... okay?"

Ximu responded calmly: "Because of the grace of the Goddess of Life, everything is very good except that I am a little lacking in magic power.

"Is everything really fine?" Suna asked, but Akhtar remained silent, obviously not wanting to answer her question.

She came and sat down beside Akhtar and whispered, "I am now the Saint of Fate, and I have been blessed by the three goddesses of fate."

Ximu remained silent and did not answer.

"Thanks to the favor of the three goddesses of fate, my strength has been greatly improved." Suna continued calmly, "Not only can I rewind my death return to three days ago, but I can also freely decide the deadline for my death return."

If it was just a matter of one day's death and return, then she really would have no way to stop everything, but fortunately she could now die and return to three days ago.

So there is still a chance to salvage everything.

"Suna, you are such a good woman!" Akhtar's dim eyes lit up, and he drew out the sword of death beside him, looking at Suna's white neck, as if he was thinking about how to make a better move.

"Come on, kill me." Suna took a deep breath and raised her fair neck slightly. Then she suddenly felt a chill on her neck and her consciousness became dizzy.

Subsequently.

"Suna, I have a mission for you." A kind and familiar voice came. Suna looked at the Pope's mother-in-law and pushed the envelope on the table in front of her. "Give this letter to Akhtar. This is something only you can do."

There was silence.

Suna's expression became serious, and she said to the Pope Granny who was still smiling kindly: "Pope Granny, the world is going to be destroyed!"

(End of this chapter)