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Chapter 182 There is no way to refuse

God has no concept of death.

This means that no fatal attack can kill a god. Even if one has an overwhelming power advantage and can easily crush a god, one cannot completely destroy a god who has no concept of death.

Unless someone can give the gods the concept of death, or the gods themselves represent the end of things, then the gods can be killed.

Does that mean that there is nothing we can do to God?

of course not.

"Pah." The Creation Witch's slender hand gently slapped the God of Hell on the cheek, with such force that it was barely enough to kill even a mosquito.

However, the God of Hell reflected in her amber pupils showed unprecedented fear, as if he had encountered a fatal crisis.

"Aaaaah!" The God of Hell roared in pain and covered his chest tightly with one hand, as if rejecting some change.

In fact, he was not harmed, but on the contrary, he was...upgraded, gaining a perspective beyond that of ordinary gods, and even his life form changed.

This is very similar to "I-manifestation", but it is a thousand times more brutal, and there is no room for refusal. He seems to have become another witch of creation, understanding why life is born and knowing all the mysteries about life.

Whether this is a good thing or not is unclear.

However, it is certain that when a person receives relevant information and knowledge, his or her personality and behavior will change.

This may be considered growth.

But it is not a good thing in the eyes of the old personality. It is like a cockroach being implanted with the concept that it is a human being and learning the corresponding knowledge of humans. Then it finds itself chewing the corpse of its own kind in its mouth, with tens of millions of insect eggs in its stomach, and living in a dirty garbage dump.

For the old cockroach personality, there is naturally no problem with the past lifestyle, but as the cognition is forcibly changed to that of humans, the living environment of the cockroach will make people... no, the cockroaches crazy and desperate.

And right now.

The sky was suddenly split open,

"What is this?" The goddess of death's cold eyes showed surprise. The first thing that caught her eye was a disgusting mountain of flesh that was constantly shrinking and expanding. Its tentacles, covered in mucus, were tightly attached to the gray ground, spreading like a spider web.

"The God of Hell?" She quickly discovered the true form of the mountain of flesh. On the constantly expanding and shrinking mountain of flesh, there was a face that looked very similar to that of the God of Hell, although it had been distorted beyond recognition.

But she still recognized it as the God of Hell.

"Creation Witch, what have you done?" The goddess of death flashed and dodged the palm that was slapping towards her. She swung the sickle in her hand back, but it was avoided by the alert Creation Witch.

The two sides distanced themselves and confronted each other.

The Goddess of Death subconsciously glanced at the unconscious Saint of Fate in the distance. Although she was not sure about her current condition, if she could trigger the return of death, she would be able to rush back before the crisis in hell occurred.

However, the Witch of Creation seemed to have seen through her thoughts: "The source of the power to influence the God of Hell lies in memory. Even if I go back to the past, his state will not change. He has become the anchor point for my return."

The God of Hell's ability is enough to resist the interference of time. Even if death and recurrence are triggered artificially, the memories she has poured into the deep mind of the God of Hell will not change. They will still trigger the God of Hell's excessive energy to manifest, turning him into the unconscious creature he is today that only wants to continue to multiply.

"Then I'll just kill you." The goddess of death looked cold, and then swung the scythe in her hand, and the Witch of Creation dodged subconsciously.

The remaining force of the sickle light continued and it struck the ever-growing God of Hell, splitting him directly in half.

The God of Hell did not die, but the process of his continuous transformation was forcibly interrupted and he fell into a state of near death.

Apart from the Witch of Death, she is the only one who can give gods the concept of death. Naturally, she can also put the God of Hell into the state of near-death, thus interrupting his transformation.

And right now.

"You are so cruel to your own people. You are worthy of being the Goddess of Death." A light laugh echoed in the air, and the figure of the Goddess of Lies emerged.

She and the Color Witch stand next to the Creation Witch.

"Have you long wanted to use your power to kill the gods?"

"Don't get me wrong, this can only be considered a rescue." An unhappy voice was heard, and a delicate young man with red curly hair, wearing shorts and a jacket, appeared with a group of gods, about a hundred in number.

Compared to the heavens, the gods in Hell were very rare, but not small in number, although many of them were not good at fighting.

But when combined together, they cannot be underestimated.

"Is a gang fight about to break out?" The moon suddenly appeared in the sky, illuminating the dark bottom of hell with its silvery moonlight.

The Moon Witch, the Earth Demon, and the Demon of Denial also came out, standing behind the imaginary witch, confronting the gods of hell.

"Where is the Corpse Witch?" The Goddess of Lies blinked her beautiful eyes, counted the reinforcements that had arrived, and discovered that a woman with her body bound in bandages was missing.

Hearing this, the Moon Witch pointed to the distance, and the Corpse Witch appeared next to Akhtar.

……

...

The Corpse Witch raised her hand and patted Akhtar on the shoulder, meeting his surprised gaze and asked, "Akhtar, why are you still here?"

"How should I run?" Ximu asked calmly. The only way to leave hell now was to open a passage through the Goddess of Death and the Witch of Death.

Of course, if he just wanted to leave the battlefield, he could still let Eden take him into the secret hell layer.

"When the fight starts, I won't be able to take care of you." The Corpse Witch smiled and raised her bandaged thigh. "How about you try to hold onto my thigh?"

"No need." Ximu shook his head, his eyes falling on Yiden's legs wrapped in black stockings, "I have better thighs to hug."

"My legs are better shaped, aren't they?" The Corpse Witch's focus was a bit strange, and she started comparing with others in a strange way.

The atmosphere became subtle.

"Alright, stop talking." Ximu covered his face with one hand and said to the Corpse Witch who had no sense of urgency, "You are fighting now."

"..." The Corpse Witch was stunned for a moment, looked towards the direction of the battlefield, and found that everyone's eyes were on her.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"How about we stop fighting?" The Corpse Witch raised her hand and said something a little off topic, "Although we are at a disadvantage, if we insist on causing trouble in Hell, will you be very distressed?"

She smiled sweetly.

"Why don't you consider negotiating?"

"Rejected." The dream god said coldly, "Even if hell is in chaos because of this, you can't have the opportunity to continue to develop." "That makes a lot of sense." The Corpse Witch sighed in disappointment, and then hugged Akhtar's arm beside her, "Then let the guys who don't affect the battle leave, okay?"

Dream God thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "We allow Akhtar to leave, but you must also allow the Apostle of Hell to leave."

"You are really reasonable." The Corpse Witch smiled, grabbed Akhtar's arm, and flew towards the passage split open by the Goddess of Death.

When about to fly into the channel.

"Akhtar, were you my believer before?" The goddess of death looked coldly, reflecting the image of Akhtar holding a birdcage in one hand and the Saint of Fate in the other.

She was not actually very clear whether Akhtar was her believer. There were simply too many people who believed in her. Not only did she have a large number of believers in this world, she also had a huge group of believers in hell.

Plus, she's always busy with work, so she basically doesn't pay attention to her group of believers.

My attitude has always been to believe it if you want to, and not to believe it if you don’t want to.

"I used to admire you very much. When I first saw you in the church, I was deeply attracted." Ximu recalled the scene when he entered the Church of Death in his first round. At that time, he was really attracted by the statue of the Goddess of Death. He thought it was... really beautiful, especially the cold and unapproachable look, which made people want to humiliate her severely.

"Later, I met the Witch of Death. She listened to my prayers patiently and was willing to grant me strength. She didn't care about my offenses at all and even forgave me easily even when I made some excessive requests."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

"Even though I know the Witch of Death is dangerous and may not be a good person, I simply can't refuse."

In the first round, he was indeed attracted by the beauty of the Goddess of Death, but later he found that the Witch of Death was a better choice. Not only was she outstanding in appearance, but she was also extremely generous in granting power and was willing to take the initiative to protect her believers.

Compared with the unresponsive Goddess of Death, he knew what to choose with just his toes, so he converted to the Witch of Death without hesitation.

"Really?" The Goddess of Death withdrew her gaze. She already knew why Akhtar chose to change his faith. Although it might sound unpleasant, she could actually understand Akhtar's change of faith.

Compared to herself who paid no attention to her believers, the Witch of Death not only listened to her believers' ideas patiently, but was also extremely generous in granting them power. It was said that for the sake of Akhtar, she even made the Cult of Death give up its crusade against the Church of Life.

No one can withstand it.

"She only pays special attention to you because she sees that you can become a demon." The Dream God explained coldly, "The Witch of Death just wants to use you."

As to why Akhtar was valued by the Witch of Death, someone has already given a professional analysis. It must be that the Witch of Death felt that Akhtar had the potential to become a devil, so she gave him special attention in order to gain Akhtar's loyalty.

"Then I am willing to be used by the Witch of Death." Ximu answered immediately, facing the gaze of the God of Dreams, "She is worthy of my faith."

"Hehe, what a obsessed guy." Dream God snorted coldly, feeling disappointed with Akhtar's obsession. He knew in his heart that he was being used by the witch, but he still worked for her.

"It would be great if the Goddess of Death was the Witch of Death." Ximu stared deeply at the Goddess of Death, and then was taken by the Witch of Corpse and flew into a deep black hole.

The goddess of death did not say anything about this. Even though she knew the reason for Akhtar's betrayal, she had no intention of changing her attitude towards her believers.

As the actual manager of hell, she must ensure that no problems arise in hell, otherwise she would be irresponsible for all the dead.

It is very clear what is more important.

But if you ask her if she felt a little disappointed, she did... The most brilliant genius of this era, who was originally her believer, was now standing against her. Naturally, this made her feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, this believer who betrayed her still maintained an extremely firm belief in the Goddess of Life, which made her feel even more complicated.

"He just can't have firm faith, and he doesn't understand you." Dream God whispered to comfort her, but the Goddess of Death suddenly became serious, a seriousness she had never shown even when facing the Witch of Creation.

He followed the line of sight of the goddess of death and saw a girl wearing a white witch's pointed hat, with long blue wavy hair and a cold and aloof temperament, standing in front of all the demons and witches.

No need to state it, no need to explain it.

The mere presence of that being was overwhelming; it must be the legendary Witch of Death.

No wonder Akhtar is so obsessed with her.

This thought came to Dream God involuntarily. If he met such a mysterious and powerful existence, would he be able to resist being attracted?

The answer is, of course, no.

"Let's fight somewhere else." The Witch of Death said coldly. She opened a hole in the bottom layer of hell and walked straight in.

Seeing this, the goddess of death followed in without hesitation.

Everyone present looked at each other when they saw this. While they were still hesitating whether to follow suit, two cold voices were heard.

"Just let me handle it."

"Don't follow in." The voices that sounded almost at the same time made both sides give up the idea of ​​following in and turn their attention to the enemy.

……

...

at the same time.

in reality.

Hierapolis border.

"Who is stronger, the Witch of Death or the Goddess of Death?" Ximu stood on the scorched earth. The scene he saw was like hell. Not only had the landform changed fundamentally, but the mud was emitting high temperature, as if a pot was being steamed on top of a high-temperature iron pot.

"Who can guess that kind of thing?" The Corpse Witch held her chin with her slender hand, thought for a moment, and asked:

"Those words you said in hell, weren't you deliberately trying to show your loyalty to the Witch of Death?"

Ximu said expressionlessly: "Don't change the subject so suddenly. You are also a witch of the death system, don't you have any judgment at all?"

"The concept of corpse is only related to death." The Corpse Witch rolled her eyes, but still followed Akhtar's thinking.

"The Witch of Death is known as the strongest witch in history, and the Goddess of Death is known as the strongest goddess. They are both the pinnacle of the death system."

She raised her hand to gently gather the hair beside her ear and smiled sweetly.

"We'll know who's stronger after they finish fighting, but if I have to say who has a better chance of winning, I think it should be the Goddess of Death."

"Because the Goddess of Death lives longer?" Ximu asked, and the Corpse Witch nodded without hesitation upon hearing this:
"This is an objective fact and there is no way to deny it."

(End of this chapter)