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Chapter 193: In front of the sealed door

"It's more of a compromise than a solution." Anphis sighed and plucked the harp with his fingertips. "If you don't want to kill the Omniscient Saint, please go and kill the Fire Giant Surtur."

"What do you mean?" Ximu's eyes turned cold, and his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, making Anphis instantly nervous.

The man in front of her was a devil who could easily kill her if he wanted to, even though she was not afraid of death.

But he was afraid that Ragnarok would not come.

"The prerequisite for the coming of Ragnarok is that there must be a medium." Anphis maintained a mysterious smile, "If you can kill the fire giant Surtur, you can delay the coming of Ragnarok."

Ximu frowned: "What if we can't kill the fire giant Surtur?"

"That depends on your ability." Anphis shook his head slightly, maintaining a mysterious smile. "If you can kill the fire giant Surtur, it will not only delay the coming of Ragnarok, but also buy more time to think about defeating the Omniscient God without burning the trees."

She analyzed in a calm tone.

"The reason that's pushing you to burn the tree now is that Ragnarok is about to come. You have to find a way to defeat the omniscient god as soon as possible and cover the old world with new laws."

"If we can delay the arrival of Ragnarok," Ximu fell into deep thought, and said according to Anphis's logic, "then there will indeed be more options."

Anphis smiled: "The prerequisite is that you have to defeat the fire giant Surtur, otherwise there is only one thing you can do, and that is to burn the Tree of All-Knowing with your own hands."

She knew about Akhtar's past life. Although he had done many things worthy of a hero, he was essentially a guy who was extremely protective of the people around him. If she had to choose between the majority and the people around her.

Then Akhtar will definitely choose the people around him without hesitation.

"I... am moved." Ximu let out a breath, his smile revealing helplessness, which made Anphis feel happy.

This is indeed the gravity of fate of Ragnarok, otherwise things would not have gone so smoothly.

however.

"But I have a question." Ximu's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Anfeis' neck and lifted her up. "You are not Anfeis, who are you?"

Anfis's cheeks flushed, and the harp in his hand fell to the ground. He subconsciously tried to pry open the hand that was pinching his neck, while saying to Akhtar, "If I am not Anfis, who else could I be?"

"That man would never have encouraged me to liberate the fire giant Surtur." Ximu explained coldly, "If sacrificing one person could save the world, then Anphis would not have stood up to persuade me."

"As expected of Lord Akhtar, you are really sharp." Anphis smiled beautifully, but found that Akhtar gave her a disdainful look.

By the way, she is still wearing Amphis's appearance.

Think about this.

"Estif, you can call me that." She endured the difficulty in breathing, flames burning on her body, and her appearance changed accordingly.

Ximu looked coldly at the girl opposite him with short rose-colored hair that covered half of her face. There was a heart mark under the corner of her eye, and her temperament looked very cold and dangerous, but gave people a passionate feeling.

"Twilight believer, you really dare to appear in front of me." He pinched Estifu's hand hard, causing the girl with short rose-colored hair to open her mouth in pain, sticking out a pink little tongue, and kicking her legs under her short skirt.

dying.

"Hmph, boring woman." Ximu suddenly relaxed his strength, threw Estifu out, then turned around and left the alley.

But Estifu didn't care at all. She slid down the wall of the alley, her chest heaving violently as she breathed in the air greedily.

"Oh, it's really great." She stroked her blushing cheeks with her hands and rubbed her legs wrapped in black stockings against each other.

Since Akhtar did not kill her, it means that her words had an impact on Akhtar.

……

...

into the night.

Doris.

A party is being held to celebrate Akhtar's transformation into a demon.

however.

"As the protagonist of the banquet, why are you so depressed?" A glass of red wine was suddenly placed on the table.

Ximu turned his head and saw the Corpse Witch sitting next to him naturally. She asked curiously, "I haven't seen you... smile since I came back from the Magic Kingdom."

"Is there?" Ximu forced a smile.

"It's really ugly." The Corpse Witch said bluntly, raising the red wine glass in her hand, "There's no need to force yourself to smile."

"It's because you want to see me smile." Ximu picked up the wine glass on the table, clinked it lightly with the Corpse Witch, and then drank the red wine in the glass.

The Corpse Witch smiled and shook her head, explaining to Akhtar: "To be more precise, I don't want to see you sad."

Ximu was slightly stunned, then smiled: "Thank you."

"I followed you to the Magic Kingdom before." The Corpse Witch leaned back on the sofa and complained:

"I thought I could see you fighting with the gods."

"Then you will be able to see my strength soon." Ximu smiled, "The snowstorm should also stop."

The Corpse Witch asked in surprise: "Do you know where the Ice and Snow Goddess is?"

"Have you forgotten who my teacher is?" Ximu's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of pride, and he seemed to be very confident in his teacher.

The Corpse Witch also reacted after hearing this, "It's really enviable to have a teacher who has the power to control fate."

"As long as you give the teacher enough time." Ximu picked up the bottle of wine on the table and poured himself a glass, "Then the teacher will be able to catch up with the Witch of Death sooner or later."

"You have great confidence in your teacher." The Corpse Witch chuckled, then raised her hand and pointed to a place not far away, "Someone is here to give you a gift."

Ximu looked in the direction where the finger was pointing, and saw the shark girl Kashute pulling a desperate-looking painter towards him with a rope.

"This is?"

"He is a believer in the god of beauty and art, and is very famous in the country of art." Shark girl Cassius pulled the rope in her hand hard, and the painter staggered forward a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Why did you catch him?" Ximu had a strange expression on his face, and then he saw Shark Girl Kashut said as a matter of course:
"Of course I'm here to paint for you." She came and sat down next to Akhtar, explaining happily, "Since you have become a demon, I should prepare a painting for you for the world to see."

"That's not necessary." Ximu glanced at the painter who looked desperate. This guy was really... unlucky.

However, Shark Girl Kashutu was quite persistent:

"Sir Akhtar, please don't refuse!"

"Okay." Ximu sighed, "But don't kill him to silence him afterwards. Remember to give him some money."

"...Okay." Shark girl Kashute hesitated for a moment, but still agreed readily. It was just a matter of giving the painter some money afterwards.

This is not a difficult task for her.

"I'm sorry, Kashute was just a little rude." Ximu smiled at the painter, "But please don't be afraid, she is a good girl." Painter: "..."

Do you want to listen to what you are saying? This guy dragged him here like a dog. If he were a good girl, he would have bitten his tongue and committed suicide on the spot.

But I just thought about it in my mind and didn't dare say it out loud.

Being able to survive now and get some money afterwards is already an unexpected good outcome.

"Draw quickly." Shark girl Kashuti moved her little butt and moved closer to Akhtar.

The painter could only sigh, take out the drawing board and paint, and paint Akhtar and the shark girl Kashut together.

According to common sense, he should only draw Akhtar, but Shark Girl Kashuit was close to Akhtar, so he didn't dare not draw Shark Girl Kashuit.

Otherwise he might die afterwards.

Shortly after.

finished painting.

"It's a very good painting." Ximu looked at the painting and praised the painter, "You are indeed a famous master."

You don't even know my name?

The painter thought so, but forced a smile on his face. He didn't care whether Akhtar knew his name or not. Now he only cared about escaping from the devil's cave as soon as possible.

This place is full of cultists, it's scary as hell.

"Give Akhtar and me one too." The Corpse Witch suddenly spoke, causing the painter's expression to freeze.

……

...

The banquet is over.

Ximu walked along the dark corridor and came to a room with a faint light coming through the crack of the door. After knocking on the door, the tightly closed door opened automatically.

"Lady Witch of Death, are you not interested in the banquet?" He walked into the room and saw the Witch of Death sitting elegantly on a chair by the window, holding a cup of steaming black tea in one hand.

"If I show up at the party," the Witch of Death explained, "they won't be able to have fun."

"Then let me accompany you for a small gathering." Ximu took out two bottles of wine out of thin air, sat down opposite the Witch of Death, and poured a glass for himself and the Witch of Death.

“This should be allowed.”

"..."The Witch of Death nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass on the table, clinked it lightly with Akhtar, and then drank the wine in the glass.

"By the way, Lady Witch of Death." Ximu began to talk about serious matters, "I have learned from Eden how to defeat the God of Omniscience."

The Witch of Death asked calmly, "What's the solution?"

"If you want to defeat the God of Omniscience," Ximu lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression, "all you have to do is burn the Omniscience Tree."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Witch of Death certainly knew the price of burning the Tree of Omniscience, which would be the death of the Omniscient Saint, and she also knew that Akhtar had a good relationship with the Omniscient Saint.

"There are two people in this world who have the ability to burn the Tree of All-Knowing. One is the sealed fire giant Surtur." Ximu explained in an overly calm voice, "The other is me. Only those who are infected with the Ash Flame before becoming a demon and become a demon alive are qualified to burn the Tree of All-Knowing."

The Witch of Death stared at Akhtar deeply and said calmly, "So what are you going to do?"

Ximu poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, and then asked the Witch of Death, "Lady Witch of Death, what do you think I should do?"

"Akhtar, don't leave this question to me to decide." The Witch of Death shook her head gently, "You have to make a choice for yourself that you won't regret."

Ximu subconsciously asked: "Even if this world is burned to ashes?"

"It's okay even if this world is burned to ashes." The Witch of Death was surprisingly calm, "If this is your own choice and you are willing to bear the consequences, then it doesn't matter."

She herself is a rather willful person. If she were faced with the same situation as Akhtar, she would not have any hesitation and would not have considered burning the tree from the beginning. She would have only tried to find a way to solve the problem.

If the world were to burn to ashes because of this, she would not regret her choice.

Because that was her own choice.

As for not choosing to burn the tree, which would have implicated the people around her, that was not a reason for her to sacrifice important people.

So she could respect Akhtar's choice and defeat the Omniscient God without burning the tree... no, without killing the Omniscient Saint.

"If we don't burn the trees, everyone might die." Ximu still looked conflicted, obviously troubled by the issue of the majority and the minority.

But the Witch of Death sighed slightly when she saw this, and her cold expression softened, and she poured a glass of wine for Akhtar.

“This world doesn’t just have two extreme choices. What you really should think about is finding a third choice.”

Ximu asked: "What if there is only one choice?"

"Then you will have to bear the consequences of your choice." The Witch of Death sighed, "If you really feel pain in making a choice, then I can choose for you."

Ximu asked, "Would Lady Witch of Death choose this?"

"Try to find a third option." The Death Witch spoke softly, "The Goddess of Life gave humans wisdom, not to make you choose between two options, but to solve problems."

"Those are really reassuring words." Ximu let out a breath, as if he had made his choice.

In fact, if players really follow the thinking of the Witch of Death, they can actually successfully solve the problem of choosing one of two.

But unfortunately, he had already made his decision.

……

...

The next day.

The bottom of the underground world.

In front of a huge sealed iron door.

"Partner, what is sealed inside is the legendary fire giant Surtur." Ximu reached out and gently stroked the iron door.

The young mare next to her looked around uncomfortably when she saw this. She was well aware of the reputation of the fire giant Surtur.

That is a being who can destroy the world.

"Akhtar, are you really going to release the fire giant Surtur?" The little mare's voice revealed a strong sense of uneasiness. She had learned the whole story from Akhtar and knew that Akhtar decided to kill the fire giant Surtur in order to solve the difficult problem of choosing between the two.

"If we don't kill the fire giant Surtur, then we can only kill Eden." Ximu tilted his head and asked the little mare, "Partner, what would you choose if it were you?"

(End of this chapter)