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Chapter 195: The Completely Corrupted Hero

"You were planning to strangle Akhtar from the beginning, right?" The Ice and Snow Goddess held her cheek with one hand, and her cold voice revealed a hint of indifference. "There's no need to beat around the bush. Just say it directly."

The Messenger God shook his head: "If possible, we really hope that you can return to the sky. You are not suitable for playing tricks."

Ice and Snow Goddess: “…”

She just disdains to play tricks, but it's not that she really doesn't know how to do it. Regardless of whether the attempt to strangle Akhtar will succeed or not, it will definitely stimulate the Witch of Death to launch a full-scale counterattack, directly exacerbating the originally stable situation.

It would be better to have an all-out decisive battle from the beginning. Why bother setting up a trap to strangle Akhtar in advance? It makes no sense at all.

"Akhtar is one of the only two beings who has the power to kill gods." The Messenger God seemed to have guessed what the Ice and Snow Goddess was thinking. "If he continues to live and becomes the partner of the Witch of Death, he will be a huge threat."

"Could the Witch of Death be interested in Akhtar?" The Ice and Snow Goddess asked subconsciously, and then she thought that the favor the Witch of Death bestowed on Akhtar was too generous, and she felt that it was possible for Akhtar to become the partner of the Witch of Death.

Assuming that Akhtar can become the partner of the Witch of Death, the threat level will indeed suddenly increase by several levels.

It's like a person who is suddenly kept by a rich woman and can use her trillions of assets to instantly become a famous tycoon.

Such a leap would allow Akhtar to skip the process of accumulating power and directly exert the power of the Witch of Death as a partner.

"It seems that you understand our concerns." The Messenger God's expression suddenly became subtle. "Akhtar is very... no, it is extremely easy for him to gain the favor of the opposite sex. If his relationship with the Witch of Death suddenly develops further, the situation will become dire."

"That sounds interesting." The Ice and Snow Goddess chuckled, "I'm actually looking forward to meeting him."

"I hope you are not too interested in him." The Messenger God sighed, then raised his hand to his chest, bowed gracefully, and turned into white doves and disappeared.

The Ice and Snow Goddess closed her eyes slightly and fell into a doze, as if she didn't care about anything.

At this moment, warm wind suddenly blew into the castle, making the dozing ice and snow goddess open her beautiful eyes. Three goddesses appeared in the hall, led by a woman with long emerald green hair and a gentle smile. She was wearing a green dress decorated with emerald branches, giving people a feeling of spring.

On the right is a woman with long orange hair. The long skirt she wears is dotted with maple leaves, giving people a sense of autumn's sadness.

On the left is a girl with short red hair. She is wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top, giving people a summer feeling.

"Why are you here?" The Ice and Snow Goddess asked calmly, and saw the woman with long green hair in the lead smiling and holding the two sisters beside her.

"We are concerned for your safety."

"I'm actually worried about your safety." The Ice and Snow Goddess covered her pretty face with one hand and said to the Spring Goddess, "It would be troublesome if the Creation Witch was interested in you again."

The gentle smile of the Spring Goddess suddenly turned into anxiety. She had been captured by the Creation Witch before, and the consequence was that she became the Star Wrath of the Creation Witch. Although the Creation Witch had not done anything to her, she purely distorted her mental state to observe her reaction, but that was also an extremely scary thing.

Now, whenever she thought of the Witch of Creation, her body would subconsciously tremble, and this was after she had erased all her memories of the Witch of Creation.

"Don't worry, the Witch of Creation won't catch us even if she comes out." The Autumn Goddess smiled, "We shouldn't be that noticeable now."

"The enemy this time is Akhtar." Goddess Xia Tian added, easing the tense atmosphere.

The Ice and Snow Goddess just sighed slightly, but what else could she say? Since they came to her out of concern, she could only take better care of them.

And this time it is indeed not very dangerous.

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at the same time.

Magic Kingdom.

In a residence close to the palace.

"Let me persuade Akhtar?" Michael frowned slightly and looked at the woman in a black dress opposite him. "Do you... think this makes sense?"

"Of course it makes sense." The woman in the black dress smiled, picked up the red wine glass on the table and shook it gently. "As a friend's opinion, I think Akhtar will take it into consideration and not completely ignore it."

"If Akhtar had not yet become a demon," Michael replied, "I would have persuaded him to return to the arms of the gods. Now there is no turning back."

"If Akhtar throws himself into the arms of the goddess, the situation will be different." The woman smiled and explained to Michael, "The rules can be changed according to needs."

Michael fell silent.

"Instead of being enemies with the gods, you should find a way to join them and change them from within." The woman continued to persuade him, "If you think this world is not good, then find a way to build it instead of making it worse."

"I can try." Michael exhaled and smiled gently, which made the woman stunned for a moment, and then she immediately turned her head away.

This charm made even she, who had no interest in humans, feel a little dazed. He was indeed the man who could make the God of Blood fall in love.

“Then I won’t bother you anymore.” The woman stood up and hurriedly left the mansion, for she was worried that if she spent too much time with Michael, her sexual orientation would change and she would become a normal woman again.

Michael did not dissuade him, staring at the wine glass on the table. He wanted to meet Akhtar not because of persuasion.

Before being captured by the God of Blood, he had been to many countries and witnessed many things. He knew clearly how difficult it was to change a country and power from within. Usually, success could only be achieved by relying on external forces to forcibly smash all the old forces.

This time I went to see Akhtar just to ask him how he was doing and what he was thinking.

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Castle in the Sky.

"Let me persuade Akhtar?" Yasraqi sat elegantly on the chair and waved her hand gently, "That man's opinion has never been influenced by me."

"Really?" The priest nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "Then you don't want to meet Akhtar?"

Asraqi fell into thought.

"If the situation becomes serious in the future, you may never have the chance to meet again." The priest stood up calmly, turned into a white dove and disappeared on the spot, leaving behind a meaningful sentence.

"This may be your last chance to see Akhtar."

"What a disgusting guy." Yasraqi said coldly, but she was thinking about the priest's words. She knew that the priest's last sentence was to stimulate her to find Akhtar, so that Akhtar would waver in his current beliefs.

"This won't be the last time we meet." She said to herself, giving up on looking for Akhtar and not wanting to be carried away by her emotions like a little girl.

This scene happened in more than one place. Anyone who was close to Akhtar was persuaded to try to make Akhtar waver or betray to the side of God.

……

…Two days later.

The territory of the elves.

Unlike humans who are divided into multiple countries, elves are a highly unified regime, so the elves are all under the management of the Elf Queen.

However, the Elf Queen's succession does not rely on bloodline.

Instead, it is formulated by the gods. After the Elf Queen abdicates, elves with potential will be selected to inherit the position of the Elf Queen.

[Host, I can feel the breath of the witch! ] A surprised voice came into his head, but Ximu pretended not to hear it. He sat by the window of the hotel, looking at the elves coming and going on the street, his eyes wandering on the elf girl who came to play.

Compared with the diversity modeling of humans, the elves are more refined. There are very few ugly ones, and occasionally you can see a few pretty female elves.

[Host, are you pretending not to hear?] The aggrieved voice, with a hint of doubt, made it difficult for Ximu to pretend not to hear.

He consoled the system.

"Once I become invincible, I will start attacking the witch."

[Really?] The system was a little skeptical, but before it could ask, it heard the host urging it.

"System, have you repaired the panel?" Ximu asked calmly, causing the system to fall silent. Of course, He did not repair the panel, but he had a guess as to why He could not repair the system panel.

The problem seemed to come from his host.

[Host, I have found the problem, but I still need to verify it.] The system explained, [It won't take long for me to fix it.]

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Ximu's voice suddenly became gentle, "If you feel tired, take a rest."

[…Actually, I’m not that tired.] The system seemed a little embarrassed and quickly disappeared.

Ximu shook his head slightly. He was waiting for the gods to arrange the venue so that he could harvest experience points in one go. Otherwise, it would be a waste if he just rushed in and killed the Ice and Snow Goddess.

After he said in public that he wanted to kill the Ice and Snow Goddess, the gods would definitely respond and start to send more people around the Ice and Snow Goddess, waiting for him to come to them on his own initiative.

"Knock knock~" There was a sudden knock on the door, and the door that was not locked was gently pushed open, and Jed looked in.

"Boss, long time no see."

"..." Ximu looked surprised and asked Jed who walked in scratching his face, "Jed, why are you here?"

"Boss, the church asked me to come here to persuade you." Jed looked very embarrassed, and then quickly waved his hand, "Of course I'm not really here to persuade you, boss, it's just that it's hard to refuse."

Her expression revealed helplessness.

"Afterwards, just tell your boss that you rejected me."

"It doesn't matter." Ximu shook his head freely, "If you don't want to stay in the Sky City, you can also come to the Cult of Death."

"Is the Order of Death dangerous?" Jed seemed a little worried and sat down next to Akhtar.

"It's very dangerous. You can lose your life if you're not careful." Ximu answered frankly. He grabbed the knife and fork on the table and stabbed it into Jed's forehead, erupting with a black flame of death.

Zed's eyes widened in disbelief, and as the chair fell backwards, he lost his breath.

"What a clumsy method." Ximu withdrew his gaze, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it, ignoring Zed who died with his eyes open, and let his body be engulfed by the black flames.

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Why was it discovered?
Near the hotel, a maid who was cleaning lowered her head to hide her expression. She was the incarnation of the God of Assassination and possessed the ability to split and disguise herself. Not only could she form an army by herself, she could also create clones according to needs and disguise herself as anyone.

Be it the tone of voice or the smallest details, they were all imitated exactly. According to common sense, even if Akhtar had doubts in his heart, he should not have killed so decisively.

But the reality was that he killed her clone with one blow without hesitation.

There was a flaw in her... No, this should be impossible. In order to plan this assassination, she deliberately arranged for several of Akhtar's real friends to approach, so as to confuse Akhtar's judgment. However, when her clone approached and planned to lurk, he was killed by Akhtar with a knife, which made her completely confused.

Should we still carry out the assassination plan?

The maid adjusted her breathing, raised her head again and looked in the direction of Akhtar, and her expression froze immediately.

Akhtar, who was still in the hotel, appeared in front of her, holding the Great Sword of Death, and looked at her with a smile.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"God of Assassination?" Ximu asked, and saw the God of Assassination disguised as a maid took two steps back in fear, her two little hands tightly grasping the broom, her pretty face full of suppressed fear, and she asked him in a low voice.

"Dear guest, this is a private residence, please don't..."

"Puchi!" The sword of death chopped down, and the maid's head flipped in the air. The broken end was burning with a black flame of death, which suddenly engulfed the maid's body.

Ximu swung his sword, then jumped out of the window and began to chase the clones of the God of Assassination. Theoretically, he was indeed unable to discover the hiding of the God of Assassination. The official setting of the game was that the clones would directly apply the corresponding NPC template to approach, which made it difficult to distinguish. Many players needed to rely on loading the file to identify which one was the clone of the God of Assassination.

But this does not mean that there is no way to identify it. Players have already summarized many methods, and the simplest way is to see whether there is a concept of "death".

Since the God of Assassination is a god, he has no concept of death. As long as the player uses the ability of the Witch of Death to take a look, he can immediately identify whether it is the real person. Anyone who has no concept of death... is the incarnation of the God of Assassination.

That one blow was sure to kill him.

In the capital of the elves, an almost bizarre hunt unfolds. The fallen hero Akhtar, holding a greatsword burning with black flames, shuttles through the streets and alleys, madly killing innocent people, which makes people feel creepy.

"Akhtar, are you still a hero like this?" An elf girl was in tears, kicking the ground with her feet and leaning against the fountain.

She pointed at Akhtar who was coming.
"Why are you killing me for fun!"

"..."Ximu stopped, feeling the fearful and puzzled gazes coming from all around him, and swung the sword of death in his hand expressionlessly.

Blood splattered, and the elf girl's head fell into the fountain, dyeing the clear water red, while the girl's body slid down the wall weakly.

The hero has fallen completely.

Such thoughts popped up in the minds of the onlookers, and then they were filled with unprecedented fear. Would Akhtar, who killed people so unscrupulously, kill them all at once?

(End of this chapter)