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Chapter 246 The Woman Who Made Him Feel Regretful

in the afternoon.

Brar Street.

"Aren't you planning to run away?" Ximu pretended to be surprised, looking at the Sickly Witch who was trotting to his side. He did not restrict the Sickly Witch's actions, nor did he pay too much attention to her, but as long as he understood the Sickly Witch's personality, he could predict her actions to a certain extent.

The Sick Witch sighed tiredly, looked at Akhtar's elusive smile, and said:

"Even if I run away, you'll catch me, right?"

In fact, she had thought of running away more than once, but as soon as she thought that the person who caught her was the Lord of Ashes who existed at the end of time and could burn the world to ashes at any time, the little courage she had mustered in her heart was wiped out.

Why did Akhtar capture her first among the many resurrected demons and witches, and why did he reveal his identity as the Lord of Ashes to her?

All kinds of thoughts kept popping up in her mind, making her feel more and more desperate. She was more and more afraid to run away, fearing that if she ran away she would be burned to ashes in an instant.

As for leaking the information about Akhtar's arrival in the past so that past heroes can be prepared, she currently does not have the courage to do so.

What if I get burned to ashes as soon as I open my mouth?

"How do you know if I will catch you if you don't try?" Ximu smiled gently, looking at the slightly shining eyes of the Sick Witch, "Maybe I will choose to let you go instead of burning you to ashes directly."

This is threatening her.

The sick witch became expressionless. She strangled the glimmer of hope that had just arisen in her heart. This hateful man was definitely playing with her mind, letting her hold up a glimmer of hope, and then giving her despair.

"What exactly do you want to do with me?" She stared at Akhtar, who was smiling gently, and asked directly what was in her mind:
"Why did you reveal your identity to me but keep it secret from the monster witch?"

"Because even if you know it you dare not spread it." Ximu replied, causing the Sick Witch to twitch her lips. She inexplicably felt as if her heart was pierced by an arrow. She couldn't even speak. This man was really... so bad.

Ximu ignored the dissatisfied look of the Sickly Witch and continued to explain why he dared to leak it, "And I plan to ask you to do something for me."

The Sick and Dead Witch subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

"Give the Lionheart City a disease." Ximu kept smiling and explained to the surprised Witch of Death, "The incubation period must be long, but the disease must be fatal."

"What's the point of this?" The Sick Witch asked subconsciously, but saw that Akhtar kept smiling and had no intention of answering her at all.

This man wants to use her to achieve some plan.

"Will you let me go after you've done this?" She accepted Akhtar's coercion, but the latent fatal disease was not a problem for her.

Anyway, this world will be burned to ashes in three years, so we can just use a disease with an incubation period of more than three years.

And if the Lord of Ashes is defeated in the future, she can easily cure the disease lurking in Lionheart City.

And what if the world is burned to ashes three years later?

There is no need to solve the disease.

"Okay." Ximu answered immediately, "As long as you help me do this, I will let you go, but the next time we meet..."

The Sick and Dead Witch waved her hand: "Then I won't leave."

She had already guessed what Akhtar would say next, which was nothing more than killing her the next time they met. But the problem was that Akhtar's desire to find her was not random, and he could accurately locate where she would fall.

If Akhtar wanted to kill her to silence her, he could meet her again in a blink of an eye.

"Don't think so badly of me." Ximu maintained a gentle smile, "I can burn the world to ashes at any time, but doesn't that still give you time to defeat me?"

The Sick and Dead Witch looked puzzled: "Why give us time? Does this really make sense to you?"

"It makes no sense to the Lord of Ashes, but I am not the Lord of Ashes." Ximu shook his head and spoke very much like a riddler.

Originally, he did not create a new world directly in the Ashes World, mainly because there were people in that world who were worth caring about, and he had plenty of time to think about how to solve the problem.

And now he has another reason to think about how to create a long-lasting law, so as not to directly take control of the world like the omniscient God, resulting in a large number of errors and omissions, thus causing problems in the world he created.

If he really followed the power of the Lord of Ashes to create the world, he would inevitably face the problem of the extinguishing of the Original Fire. There might also be a being similar to the Witch of Time who would appear and madly make mistakes, causing a crazy increase in the mistakes in the world he created.

So he is even less anxious to create a new world.

Otherwise, there will be endless errors and omissions to fix later.

……

...

into the night.

Red Rose Winery.

This is a winery that produces wine that looks like red roses. The elegant and unique environment attracts many wealthy businessmen and nobles to relax in their spare time.

"Why are you so depressed?" The God of Beauty and Art put down his wine glass and looked at the black-haired girl opposite him with puzzled eyes. She was holding her cheeks with both hands and looking in the direction of Lionheart City with puzzled eyes, as if she was worried and confused about something.

"Are you worried that you will become one of the first gods to die?" she asked, and then comforted him.

"It doesn't matter, we all die in the end."

"They're not worried that I'll become one of the first gods to die." The Plague Goddess withdrew her gaze and looked at the concerned God of Beauty and Art and explained, "It's that a large-scale fatal disease suddenly appeared in Lionheart City. It should be the work of the Witch of Death."

As the goddess who manages all diseases in the world, she can keenly perceive the changes in Lionheart City. Someone has spread a deadly disease in Lionheart City.

The only being capable of doing all this is, unsurprisingly, the Sick Witch.

"What's the point of doing this for her?" The God of Beauty and Art looked puzzled. "Is it to challenge your authority?"

"I can only go and ask in person." The Plague Goddess smiled helplessly, "I hope I won't become the first god of death again."

The prophecy about the future has been spoken by the three goddesses of fate. She also learned that she was the first god to be killed by the Witch of Death and the Witch of Time, thus opening the prelude to Ragnarok, until the world was burned to ashes.

Although she herself did not care about her own death.

But he also doesn't really want to be the prologue to Ragnarok again.

Otherwise it would seem too fateful.

"How about letting me investigate?" The God of Beauty and Art grabbed the Plague Goddess' wrist and winked playfully. "To deal with the Witch of Death, the Plague Goddess doesn't have to do it herself."

After saying that, he disappeared right there.

In this era, there should be no existence that can pose a fatal threat to the gods. The Lord of Ashes, who can burn the gods to ashes, exists at the end of time. The Witch of Death, who can give gods the concept of death, stays in hell, and no one knows what plan she is preparing.

But there should be no malice towards the gods.

Therefore, all crises that could threaten the gods have disappeared. Even though she is not good at fighting, she is confident that she can protect her own safety.

……

...

In the heart of Lionheart City.

Located in a mansion next to a lake.

In the spacious bathroom.

Gurgle. Bubbles emerged from the bathtub, and soon a girl's upper body emerged. Her long milky white hair fell down, just covering the plump fruit on her chest. The warm water flowed down her skin and merged with the hot water in the bathtub.

The monster witch sitting by the bath looked at Sleipnir's overly mature figure and said:

"You've matured a lot."

When she created the monsters, they were not mature and powerful from the beginning. On the contrary, they still retained enough growth potential, allowing the monsters she created to have enough room for improvement.

But now Sleipnir is no longer as immature as before, and has become a female with an extremely mature figure and powerful charm.

However, his character remains relatively pure.

"After all, so many years have passed." Sleipnir smiled lightly, puffed out his chest proudly, and his plump fruit trembled like jelly.

Seeing this, the monster witch held her cheek with one hand and asked casually, "Are there any offspring?"

She inquired, looking the mature Sleipnir over.

"Not only have you become the companion of the Lord of Ashes, but you also have an ambiguous relationship with the human named Ximu. It seems that you have grown into a woman who is very good at using your charm."

Sleipnir: “…”

She has a close relationship with Akhtar. She used to live in seclusion and would only occasionally eavesdrop on humans telling heroic stories.

As for being good at using his charm... don't joke, he stays in monster form most of the time and can never transform into a human form.

It was only recently that she had been able to maintain her human form for a long time.

"What's wrong?" The monster witch looked at Sleipnir who suddenly fell silent and smiled gently, "This is not something to be embarrassed about."

In fact, she knew very well that Sleipnir had no descendants, otherwise the memory of Typhon, the lord of all monsters in the future, would definitely contain information about Sleipnir's descendants. But there was no such information, which meant that Sleipnir had no descendants at all.

But this was all the information she knew. In the future, Sleipnir did not choose to merge into Typhon, the lord of all monsters, and he was the mount of the Lord of Ashes from beginning to end.

This resulted in her being unable to obtain Sleipnir's memories.

She didn't quite understand what kind of life Sleipnir, who chose to live in seclusion from the beginning to the end, had experienced, nor did she know how many romances he had had.

But just a little bit of physical contact and verbal probing.

Then the situation is almost clear.

"Lady Monster Witch, don't you want to know about Akhtar?" Sleipnir chose to change the subject. She didn't want to reveal that Ximu was Akhtar, but it wasn't that she wanted to conceal it deliberately.

But Akhtar didn't seem to intend to say it, and the monster witch was very strong and capable of action.

No one can predict what the monster witch will do.

"How does that man know you?" The monster witch stood up, and the hazy mist concealed her enchanting body.

She came behind Sleipnir, hugged her creation's neck, pressed her whole body against him, and sensed Sleipnir's physical condition.

As expected, fertility never worked at all.

"...It's the oak forest." Sleipnir's brain was working frantically, thinking about how to embellish his first encounter with Akhtar.

Otherwise, with the intelligence of the monster witch, she would have known as soon as she heard it that she was tricked by Akhtar into becoming a mount.

That's really too embarrassing.

The monster witch was also very patient. She listened to the little mother's story slowly and eliminated the invalid information that Sleipnir wanted to cover up. Then she came to the conclusion that Sleipnir was abducted by Akhtar and thought it was voluntary.

after a while.

When Sleipnir was narrating the part about Akhtar's conquest of the man-faced serpent, the air suddenly twisted, and the god of beauty and art walked out from the mist, glanced at the two people in the bath, and fell into silence.

Could it be that she ran out of the room?

"Sorry, I seem to have come to the wrong place." The Goddess of Beauty and Art smiled apologetically. She clearly felt the aura of the Sick and Dead Witch was here, so why did she see the Monster Witch when she came in? This situation was very... bad.

Even though the monster witch does not have the ability to kill gods, she can petrify gods and turn them into immobile statues.

The monster witch had a cold look in her eyes, and she didn't seem surprised. She had already noticed before the Goddess of Beauty and Art broke in, but because the Goddess of Beauty and Art was also a woman, she didn't try to stop him in advance.

"Sorry to disturb your mother and daughter's reunion." The God of Beauty and Art stepped back, his figure gradually blurred in the mist, and he wanted to escape from the bathroom as soon as possible.

Regarding Typhon, the lord of thousands of monsters created by the Monster Witch, he will be extremely cruel and murderous in the future.

“Don’t leave in a hurry.” The monster witch’s pupils glowed slightly, and she activated the magic eye of Medusa, directly turning the god of beauty and art into a stone statue.

She had no good feelings towards the so-called gods. It was these gods who killed her in the first place and now broke into her bathroom.

Then there was no need for her to hold back.

……

...

after a while.

living room.

Ximu put down the teacup, looked at the statue of the goddess, then glanced at the monster witch opposite, and said:
“You are also interested in the God of Beauty and Art?” he commented. “It is so lifelike, just like the real God of Beauty and Art.”

The monster witch stared at Ximu for a moment, then showed a charming smile: "Do you like it? Then I'll give it to you."

"Then I'll accept it." Ximu nodded slightly, with no intention of refusing at all, but Sleipnir next to him showed an expression of wanting to say something when he heard it.

This is the true god of beauty and art.

"You can take it to your room and enjoy it." The monster witch smiled more and more seductively, "Maybe there will be a surprise tonight."

Ximu smiled and said, "I'll accept your suggestion."

What are these two people doing?
The sick witch who was drinking tea silently not far away glanced at the God of Beauty and Art who had turned into a stone statue. She was 100% sure that Akhtar had discovered the true identity of the statue, and she was also 100% sure that it was the monster witch who turned the God of Beauty and Art into a stone statue.

But they all pretended not to know.

"Bingsi, can you help me send the statue to my room?" Ximu suddenly spoke and gave an order to the Bingsi witch.

The Witch of Death silently put down the teacup, then waved her hand to summon a strong wind representing disease, which carried the stone statue to Akhtar's room. She did not break anything during the whole process and seemed extremely comfortable and relaxed.

……

...

The night is getting darker.

The silvery moonlight passed through the window and fell on the lifelike statue, revealing a sacred feeling, as if a real goddess was contained within the statue.

However, the goddess's posture is a bit strange, as if she encountered something and wanted to retreat, and the expression on her face was a little apologetic.

Ximu sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers interlaced in front of his chest, his elbows on his knees. He was waiting for someone to come. It was a woman who made him feel regretful, a woman who could not be saved no matter what, and could not be killed no matter what.

(End of this chapter)