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Chapter 192: Promoted to a Demon
Doris.

In front of a hotel window.

"Do you want to... go?" A woman with long golden hair and wearing a nun's uniform raised her hand and pressed it on the holy sword at her waist. "Akhtar is in a weak state."

"Lady Saint, even if Akhtar is weak now." A girl wearing a bamboo hat and with a stern temperament said helplessly, "We have no chance of winning."

"..." The Sword Saint showed an unwilling look, her slender fingers tightly grasped the holy sword at her waist, and then she let go helplessly, "If Akhtar becomes a demon, he will definitely be a very dangerous existence, and he may grow to the level of the Witch of Death."

After witnessing the fighting talent displayed by Akhtar with her own eyes, she had confirmed that Akhtar possessed... no, perhaps a talent that surpassed the Witch of Death. If such a dangerous existence was allowed to grow, the entire world would be threatened.

In response, the girl in the bamboo hat rolled her eyes and came to the Sword Saint to comfort her, "Akhtar doesn't have enough time to grow up."

The Sword Saint thought for a moment, raised her hand and closed the window. She also gave up the attack on Akhtar. It was not because she turned a blind eye to Akhtar's threat, but simply because she could not beat him, even though Akhtar was extremely weak.

But even in his weakened state, Akhtar is still terrifyingly strong.

The girl in the bamboo hat heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this. Whenever she thought about fighting with Akhtar, her sword-holding hand would tremble unnaturally, and she had no way of exerting the power of the sword prayer.

This was not because she was timid, but simply because the gap between them was too huge, causing her body to tremble instinctively.

"Why is it that even with that level of power, he is still not a demon?" She muttered softly, "The gap between people is... too big."

"Let's go, it's time for us to leave." The voice of the Sword Saint suddenly came, bringing the girl in the bamboo hat back to her senses. She hurriedly followed the Sword Saint's back and left.

This scene happened in many places in Doris City. Many strong men tacitly gave up on committing suicide, even though they were all strong men of this era.

But they all had to admit one fact, that is, Akhtar had become the strongest under the gods.

The undisputed strongest.

As for signing the contract and being forced into a duel, the gods in charge of contracts have already taken action and cut off the binding force of the contract.

Now whether they want to go or not is purely based on personal will.

……

...

On the scalding sea, the reflection of the Tree of All-Knowing slowly sank into the deep sea.

"No one is coming?" Ximu sighed in disappointment. After confirming that no one dared to stand up and challenge him, he threw away the potion bottle in his hand. As the potion bottle flipped in the air, it fell into the sea, causing ripples.

The sea surface reflected a terrifying reflection, his red scales burning with flames, which contrasted with the burning Tree of Omniscience, as if to drag the reflection of the Tree of Omniscience into the deep sea.

Ximu looked up at the sky, gazing at the stars that belonged to him, and exhaled a breath of hot flame. His appearance changed, becoming exactly the same as his reflection under the sea.

And with this transformation, the stars that belonged to him in the sky disappeared, representing his destiny, no longer visible in the starry sky.

The ceremony was declared complete.

"The game is over." Ximu turned his head and looked at the phantoms of the gods who were watching him. He challenged me fearlessly, "Do you want to play a life-and-death game with me?"

"Akhtar, you have no respect for the gods." A woman with long silver hair and a long sword on her waist said coldly, "Do you think you can defeat the gods now?"

"After becoming a demon, I found that you are very weak." Ximu showed a wicked smile and looked at the Sword Goddess, "Do you want to prove your strength?"

The Sword Goddess raised her hand and stroked the long sword at her waist. Then she glanced in the direction of Doris City and said, "Akhtar, you should pay attention to your teacher."

"Maybe she's dead." A muscular man with khaki skin sneered at the arrogant Akhtar:

“When you see her body, I hope you can still maintain your current arrogance.” As soon as he finished speaking, he removed the projection.

Seeing this, the other gods also tacitly released their projections. Although Akhtar had provoked the gods, they would not come down specifically to fight Akhtar.

It’s not that they are afraid of Akhtar who has become a demon, it’s simply because the Witch of Death is in Doris City. If they dare to come and fight Akhtar, then no matter whether they win or lose, they will... die.

"What a cowardly fellow, but he is very generous in showing favor to Adam." Ximu shook his head slightly, then summoned the mare.

He rolled over and mounted the mare.

"Partner, let's go to the Magic Kingdom."

"Akhtar, have you become a devil?" The little mare turned her head and looked at Akhtar, whose aura had changed drastically. She could already feel the man on her back, so powerful that it made her tremble.

"Yes." Ximu smiled, "But I haven't had the chance to use the power of the devil yet. The gods are more timid than I expected."

"..." The little mare was slightly stunned. Such an arrogant and contemptuous tone coming from Akhtar's mouth made her feel strongly uncomfortable. However, when she thought that Akhtar had been promoted to a demon, she felt that these words seemed quite normal.

She rubbed her hooves against the sea surface, and then her body suddenly ran towards the horizon at an incredible speed.

Although Akhtar is already a demon-level strongman, the speed she is proud of can still provide help to Akhtar.

However, if Akhtar continues to grow stronger, her role will probably become dispensable.

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Doris City.

In the room where the witches gathered.

"Let's go straight to the Magic Kingdom." The Corpse Witch showed a surprised expression, "Akhtar, you are really worried about the teacher."

She glanced at the Witch of Death who was reading silently and smiled.

"I thought Akhtar would be the first to tell you the good news, but it was you who completed the ceremony."

Witch of Death: "..."

"It's not a big deal anyway." The Moon Witch yawned sleepily, supported herself on the armrest of the sofa with one hand and stood up. As she walked out of the room, she said to the Corpse Witch, "If you really want to join in the fun, it's not too late to rush to the Magic Kingdom now."

"Do I look like someone who wants to join in the fun?" The Corpse Witch retorted, but her body was very honest and she climbed through the window and flew towards the sky.

She was not a woman who liked to join in the fun, but she wanted to know how powerful Akhtar was after becoming a demon.

What kind of power can the most brilliant man of this era reveal after he becomes a demon?

Just thinking about it makes people curious.

The Witch of Death stopped flipping through the book, looked in the direction of the Magic Kingdom, and then continued to read with her head down.

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Magic Kingdom. Great Library.

"..." Ximu pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a little mare in human form. The two of them hurriedly walked towards the place where Hecate usually read.

"Disciple, you are late." Hecate turned her head and looked at the disciple who hurried over, showing an extremely gentle smile, "Master is not as weak as you think."

"If you are so weak, don't try to hold on." Ximu said unhappily. He came to sit next to Hecate and raised his hand to touch Hecate's forehead. "Didn't the Witch of Creation treat you?"

"Master, there is no way I can trust the Witch of Creation." Hecate shook her head slightly, expressing her distrust of the Witch of Creation very bluntly. Although the Witch of Creation could cure her quickly, if the Witch of Creation had any strange ideas and wanted to study the power of the Witch of Fate, she might undergo unpredictable changes.

So she prefers to treat herself.

"The Creation Demon woman is pretty good." Ximu said something he didn't even believe, which made Hecate reach out and tap his forehead lightly in annoyance.

"I am the one who understands destiny." Hecate pulled her hand back and looked at her apprentice rubbing his forehead and looking at her with a wronged expression.

"Forget it, let's talk about serious matters." She chose to change the subject and explained to Akhtar, "This time, thanks to the help of the Witch of Creation, I was able to successfully tear off a corner of my fate."

"Tear off a piece of fate?" Ximu pretended to be confused, and saw Hecate take out a glass bottle out of thin air and gently shook the eyeball inside.

"This is the eyeball of the goddess of the past. It has the ability to see all the history of the past."

Ximu wondered: "Can this eyeball function?"

In this world, it is common to see people's arms being chopped off and hearts being dug out, but they will regenerate quickly. Even if the severed arm and heart are transplanted, the corresponding power will not be gained.

This is because power is related to the soul, and also because there are incompatibilities, unless it is a case of a resurrected monster witch, in which they can gather into a powerful life form if their bloodlines are compatible.

And there is no point in just grabbing an eyeball.

"What I tore off was a corner of fate, not just an eyeball." Hecate explained with unexpected patience, "If I have the opportunity to capture the three goddesses of fate and study them in the future, I should be able to develop the power of fate to the extreme very quickly."

"Understood." Ximu nodded slightly, "I will capture the three goddesses of fate and give them to the teacher when I have the chance in the future."

"Master is not in a hurry." Hecate shook her head gently, saying insincerely, "With this torn piece of fate, Master is enough to study fate."

In fact, she is now very anxious about the development of the power of destiny. The future Ragnarok is approaching, and her apprentice is about to embark on a path of no return. She must create a brand new destiny.

Otherwise, everything will be irreversible.

"I am actually very anxious." Ximu said jokingly, "If I don't help the teacher become stronger quickly, then won't I graduate soon?"

"Hmm." Hecate fell into thought, "Disciple, now you may be more powerful than your master."

As for how strong her apprentice is, she actually knows very well. If she is a magician specializing in a certain school, then her apprentice is... a magician specializing in combat, even though her theoretical knowledge can crush her apprentice.

But fighting is another matter.

Unless she could capture the three goddesses of fate, she would be able to establish an absolute power advantage over her own apprentice.

However, she could not defeat the three goddesses of fate, so naturally there was no way for her to become stronger by studying the three goddesses of fate.

And if she could defeat the three goddesses of fate, she would naturally be stronger than her disciple.

"Teacher, I have only been a demon for less than a day." Ximu waved his hand, "How can I be your opponent?"

Hecate stared deeply at her obedient disciple, then sighed wistfully, leaving Akhtar with a puzzled expression.

"The master will talk to the Witch of Death. You should think carefully about what you want, okay?"

"Is this a revelation from fate?" Ximu asked, but Hecate kept smiling gently and did not elaborate on whether it was a revelation from fate.

Seeing this, he did not ask any more questions and said:
"Teacher, I have to go back to the Witch of Death first."

"I am very happy." Hecate smiled gently and stroked Akhtar's cheek. "You are able to come to see me as soon as possible."

"I am also very happy to see that the teacher is safe and sound." Ximu smiled, then stood up and left the library with the little mare.

Hecate watched the two men disappear from the sky, raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed, and when she put her hand down, blood was revealed on her palm.

Although the one who fought against the three goddesses of fate was the Witch of Creation, she only seized the opportunity to tear off a piece of fate, but the angry counterattack of the goddess in the past still caused her considerable damage.

"For Akhtar's sake, I won't do anything to you." The figure of the Witch of Creation appeared opposite Hecate.

She sat elegantly on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea in one hand.

"You really don't want me to treat you?"

"I'm not that weak yet." Hecate shook her head slightly, then took out the eyeball of the goddess of the past from the glass bottle and squeezed it gently as if in revenge.

at the same time.

On the streets of Magic Kingdom.

alley.

"Anphis, what do you want from me?" Ximu looked at the bard who was leaning against the wall of the alley and smiling at him with a puzzled look.

"Akhtar, do you... understand destiny?" Anphis smiled mysteriously, "Hecate must have given you a revelation of destiny."

"How do you know?" Ximu pretended to be confused. When he approached the magic kingdom, this Dusk believer disguised as Amphis pretended to approach him and invited him to meet him later.

In response, Anphis smiled. Her guess was right. With the ability of Hecate, the witch of fate, she must be able to foresee the future and give Akhtar hints.

"Akhtar, do you want to save the Omniscient Saint?"

"..."Ximu's expression froze. Looking at Anphis who had everything under control, he seemed to have been hit on the point.

Got it right again.

Anphis was a little excited. Could this be the gravity of fate of Ragnarok? Otherwise, how could it be so smooth?

According to common sense, when she approaches the Magic Kingdom, she will be directly crushed to death by the Witch of Fate, and she will not have the chance to contact Akhtar at all.

And everything is going so smoothly, which can only be explained by the gravity of fate of Ragnarok.

But she couldn't reveal any flaws now.

"To save the world, an innocent woman must be sacrificed." Anphis lamented, "This world is really... terrible."

Ximu asked uncertainly: "Do you have a solution?"

(End of this chapter)