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Chapter 247 Gathering at Lionheart City

"Is there anything wrong?" Ximu turned his head and looked at the girl who appeared outside the window. She was wearing a veil, and her short black hair fluttered in the evening breeze. A slender finger was blocking her lips, and her eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

This scene gives people an unreal feeling, as if the fairy lady in the fairy tale book has broken into your life.

The Plague Goddess pointed at the stone statue in front of the window, then clasped her hands together and showed a pleading expression. Ximu also looked in the direction she was pointing, then stood up, walked to the window and opened it.

The evening breeze floats through the room along with the girl's body fragrance.

Ximu took a few steps back and watched the Plague Goddess climb in through the window. She looked around warily and then patted her chest lightly.

In this mansion lives a monster witch that she fears. If a fight really breaks out, regardless of whether she can protect herself, the entire Lionheart City will be affected and everyone will die in the fight.

"The Monster Witch has given me the statue." Ximu came to the bed and sat down, looking at the Plague Goddess, "What price are you going to pay in exchange?"

"She doesn't belong to anyone, and can't be traded." The Plague Goddess explained seriously, and then smiled gently, "But I can give you a thank you gift to thank you for helping my friend out of trouble."

"It can't be used for trading, but you can give me a thank you gift." Ximu pretended to think for a moment, revealing a subtle expression, "What's the difference?"

"Because friends... no, anyone who measures others by price is very rude." The Plague Goddess explained.

"In fact, it's often the opposite." Ximu crossed his fingers in front of his chest and smiled at the Plague Goddess. "Most things in this world can be measured by price."

"Then I'll change my words." The Plague Goddess raised her hand and gently placed it on her chest, revealing a serious expression, "I won't measure anyone by price."

"Evidently, if I die in your hands, my life will surpass that of... the Lord of Ashes." Ximu showed a strange expression, "Why do you still think that the value of life cannot be measured?"

The Plague Goddess was silent for a moment, then revealed a tired smile: "I do not deny that I have taken the lives of countless people. This is an undeniable fact."

In fact, she could use many reasons to defend herself, but those were just excuses. The fact that the plague had deprived countless people of their lives was an irrefutable fact.

Although the church and the gods had long given her a very legitimate reason for sending down the plague, it was in order to resolve the accumulated contradictions in the world through the plague.

But life taken away is life taken away.

"You are really a contradictory woman." Ximu commented. He had long known that the Plague Goddess was contradictory, but if he understood it from the perspective of this world's thought process, he could understand why there would be such a strange thing as the plague.

There is a real hell in this world, and in hell people don't need to eat and don't have to worry about death. But in reality, it is completely different. Not only do people need to eat, but they also need to worry about death. However, because the doctrine does not allow suicide, people are not even allowed to end their own lives. So they can only launch wars against other countries until the war spreads throughout the world and even implicates the gods, causing conflicts to become uncontrollable.

In this context, letting the Plague Goddess bring down a plague, a plague full of randomness, in which even the high and mighty kings and nobles could die. This would not only eliminate conflicts artificially, but also provide an opportunity for the redistribution of land and wealth.

The church also does not have to worry about being involved in a war and thus implicating the gods of their faith.

"Contradiction is a common characteristic of life." The Plague Goddess shook her head slightly, then asked curiously, "Human, why do you know me?"

She was sure that she didn't know the man sitting next to the bed, but he seemed to be very familiar with her.

Could it be that this person also retains memories of the future?

"Didn't you retain your future memories?" Ximu laughed, his pupils turning ruby ​​red. His appearance didn't change at all, but it gave people the feeling of unveiling a veil.

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

The Plague Goddess subconsciously raised her hand and protected the stone statue of the God of Beauty and Art behind her, looking at the man whose pupils turned into ruby.

"Aren't you... only able to stay at the end of time?" She suddenly recognized the other person's identity, as if a layer of cognitive barriers had been removed.

Ximu didn't explain, he just patted the bed.

The Plague Goddess was silent for a moment, then she stroked her skirt and sat down beside Akhtar's bed. Ximu thought for a moment and explained:
"That's just you thinking that I can only stay at the end of time. Have I ever admitted that I can only stay at the end of time?"

"But isn't the Omniscient God fighting you at the end of time?" asked the Plague Goddess. The information that the Omniscient God was going to the end of time to fight the Lord of Ashes had already spread among the gods.

Ximu smiled and said, "It's not surprising that the Lord of Ashes can split himself into two parts, right?"

“Then what are you going to do?” The Plague Goddess pursed her red lips and tried to calm herself down as much as possible, but the tension in her eyes could not be concealed at all. She originally thought that there was a terrifying existence at the end of time, but now it was sitting next to her.

Anyone would feel nervous.

"I just want to reminisce with you." Ximu smiled, then pointed at the stone statue of the God of Beauty and Art, "You can take the statue away, but you are not allowed to tell anyone that I have come to the current era. By the way, take me to visit Lionheart City in the next few days."

The Plague Goddess fell into thought.

"If you don't obey me, I will have to burn this world in advance." Ximu added.

The Plague Goddess agreed without hesitation: "Yes."

Although she didn't know whether the Lord of Ashes really wanted to burn the world to ashes, she was unwilling to take the risk anyway.

Moreover, what the Lord of Ashes said about wanting to reminisce about the past might be true, because according to the three goddesses of fate, he had met Akhtar before time went back, and he also gave Akhtar blessings and precious props.

It was this act of hers that led to her being discovered by the Witch of Time and the Witch of Death, which led to her being assassinated.

Now that time has gone back, it is naturally possible that Akhtar, who has become the Lord of Ashes, wants to reminisce with her.

"Then you take her away." Ximu lay back, and the Plague Goddess hesitated when she saw this, then stood up and took away the God of Beauty and Art who had turned into a stone statue.

A breeze blew through the room and the windows closed.

Ximu Hongyu's pupils also slowly faded. As long as he didn't want people to remember him or recognize his identity, it would be impossible for ordinary people to remember him, even the monster witch was no exception.

This is very similar to the method used by the Time Witch. The Time Witch was able to run around everywhere in the past, but not many people remembered her, so she used similar methods.

Of course, this does not mean that he has to hide his identity forever. This is because he does not want to interfere with the growth of past heroes, and also because exposing his identity will attract too many close people, causing him to fall into an extremely embarrassing situation.

So he needs to stagger the meeting time to have more room for maneuver.

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Day two.

The early morning sun shines through the clouds and falls on the mirror-like lake.

"Has the monster witch left?" Ximu stood at the edge of the lake and asked the mare beside him, "I thought she planned to stay with you for a while longer."

The filly shook her head slightly, "Monster Witch Lady, I plan to meet other creations and unlock the ritual to revive the Monster Witch."

"Don't you plan to spend more time with her?" Ximu exhaled and explained to the little mare, "The monster witch has just been resurrected. You must miss her too, right?"

The little mare had a conflicted expression, but still shook her head.

Now she wanted to stay with Akhtar even more. They finally got together again and she was reluctant to leave.

But she did have the idea of ​​staying with the monster witch.

"Partner, we will have plenty of time in the future." Ximu chuckled and reached out to stroke the little mare's face. "But the monster witch has just been resurrected and is not familiar with this world. It is not a good idea to let her act alone in this world."

"Yeah." The little mare hesitated, then hugged Akhtar and turned to chase in the direction the monster witch left.

With her speed, she can go back and forth at any time. There is no problem for her to accompany the monster witch to get familiar with this world.

Ximu withdrew his gaze and looked at the big tree beside the lake, only to see the Plague Goddess wearing a white dress and a beret walking out from behind the tree.

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Duel field.

Before the duel begins.

"This duel will be interesting." The Plague Goddess stroked her skirt and sat down, her eyes falling on Akhtar beside her, handing over a bag of cookies she had bought.

Ximu took it, took a bite out and ate it.

"Hero Akhtar versus Grace, are you looking forward to it?" The Plague Goddess smiled and looked at Akhtar's surprised expression, "There are more than one man claiming to be Akhtar in recent times."

"It does sound very interesting." There was no trace of anger on Ximu's face. He glanced at the audience and found that most of them were very much looking forward to it, but that anticipation was mixed with a mentality of just wanting to have fun.

Apparently, they also didn't think the person about to duel was Akhtar himself.

"I thought you would be a little dissatisfied." The Plague Goddess said this, and Akhtar handed the bag full of biscuits to her.

She took out a cookie and ate it.

"They want to steal your original identity." "Isn't that interesting?" Ximu's eyes fell on the audience seats, and saw Grace walking out, and opposite to her, a man in silver armor walked out with firm steps.

"Come on, if you can win I will believe you are Akhtar." A strong man in the audience waved his fist and shouted:

"If you win, I'll give you 100,000 gold coins tonight."

"Don't be so scared that you pee your pants!" Someone sneered, looking down on the man in silver armor in the duel arena. In order to gain fame and fortune, he disguised himself as another person and imitated the deeds of others.

However, whether it is for fun or for ridicule.

The man in silver armor in the center of the duel remained unmoved. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and approached his opponent cautiously.

No matter what kind of verbal ridicule there is, as long as he can replicate Akhtar's miracle, he will gain unimaginable wealth and fame, which is enough to put his entire life on it. As for what would have happened to Akhtar originally.

That has nothing to do with him.

After all, that is something that will happen in the future, and no one knows where Akhtar is now.

"Stupid guy." Grace commented, and his muscles began to swell. He didn't know who the guy opposite him was, but he could not hide the timidity in his eyes.

He doesn't look like someone who can defeat himself anyway.

“You’ll know whether it’s stupid or not soon!” The man in silver armor roared and rushed forward with his sword raised high.

Grace then held the greatsword in one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the head of the man in silver armor and squeezed it hard.

The helmet deformed in an instant, and the man in silver armor went limp, blood flowed from his face, and his body fell directly to the ground.

The battle was over in an instant.

In the prophecy of the future, Grace did have a defeat, but that doesn't mean he will lose now. There aren't that many men in this world who can ignore the difference in physical hardware and kill him, at least the man in front of him can't be one of them.

"Why can't you face the reality?" Grace asked doubtfully. His strength was well known to everyone. He was obviously very weak but he still wanted to participate. This was essentially no different from committing suicide. However, there were still some stupid guys who came to challenge him.

This made him very confused.

This is like an amateur boxer challenging the world champion. Everyone knows there is no chance of winning, but this amateur boxer still dares to challenge.

"The winner is Grace!" The host came out and announced to all the audience present, followed by the audience's disappointed and as-expected expressions.

"But this is just the appetizer. There is a hero who killed monsters and destroyed the Twilight Cult all by himself. His name is also Akhtar!"

He looked at Grace, who was shaking the blood off his hand, and said:

"I heard that Grace has already fought him."

"We did fight," Grays admitted frankly, "He cut my cheek with a dagger."

He pointed to the body on the ground.

"He is definitely stronger than this guy."

Seeing this, the owner of the duel arena smiled and announced to all the audience, "In three days, the man who destroyed the branch of the Dusk Cult and killed monsters alone will come to challenge Grace and let everyone identify whether he is Akhtar."

Ximu raised his hand and rubbed his temple: "It's really fun."

"If that imposter wins?" The Plague Goddess raised her hand and gently brushed the hair by her ear, "What are you going to do then?"

"Then grant him the power of the Ash Flame." Ximu said jokingly, "This will definitely be very interesting."

The Plague Goddess widened her eyes: "Do you want to scare the gods to death?"

If the person who emerged as Akhtar suddenly gained the power of the Ash Flame, it would scare the gods who were watching the show to death.

I wonder if Akhtar has descended into the past.

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Castle in the Sky.

"Akhtar appeared in Lionheart City?" Yasraqi frowned. She obviously didn't believe the rumor, but she stood up obediently.

She said to Siegfried who was drinking beside her:

"Father, I want to go to Lionheart City."

"What are you going to do?" Siegfried asked, and seeing his daughter's cold and murderous eyes, he immediately understood what his daughter was going to do.

"What a poor creature." He stroked his chin and guessed what his daughter was going to do.

The guy who usurped Akhtar's honor needs to die.

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The Kingdom of Iris.

In a closed stone chamber.

Leticia pulled out the Sword of Light that was stuck in the stone slab and said to her father beside her: "Father, I want to go to Lionheart City."

"The journey is too long." The white-haired king showed a worried expression, "By the time you reach Lionheart City, everything will be over."

This world was simply too big, and given the remoteness and weak national strength of the Iris Kingdom, it was simply impossible for his daughter to get to Lionheart City as soon as possible.

"Father, I will contact the Order of the Dead." Leticia explained with a smile, "Some of them have retained the memory of Akhtar. They can send me to Lionheart City as quickly as possible."

"Contact the Cult of Death?" The white-haired king pulled his beard and showed a conflicted expression, "They are a very dangerous group of people."

As for the reputation of the Cult of Death, everyone in this world is well aware that it is a group of people who believe in the Witch of Death and is no less dangerous than the Cult of Dusk.

But his daughter happened to come into contact with this group of most dangerous people.

Although according to what her daughter said, there must be people in the Order of the Dead who have memorized the memories of the future, and they will help her daughter for Akhtar's sake.

But there are still uncertain risks.

"It's very dangerous for you." A pleasant female voice came, and a woman with a serrated sword and a shark tail walked in.

Her eyes fell on Leticia.

"But there is no danger to her. No one wants this woman... to die, otherwise it will irritate Lord Akhtar at the end of time."

"Ms. Casut, I'll leave it to you from now on." Leticia walked forward a few steps and came to the side of Shark Girl Casut.

"Father, you have to take good care of my sister."

"Go." The white-haired king waved his hand. He had no way to interfere with his daughter now. Everything his daughter said, plus the premonition he had heard not long ago.

It gave him a feeling of unreality that his daughter was actually the lover of the Lord of Ashes... no, it was more like a lover.

This feeling is like if one day my daughter suddenly said that she and a god had become lovers. Anyone would find it incredible.

Not to mention that the Lord of Ashes is an existence beyond gods.

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Gao Tian.

In the Temple of Destiny.

Hecate, the witch of fate, glanced at the present world, observed the trajectory of fate, and then calmly withdrew her gaze.

The goddess of the future, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, saw this and asked, "Aren't you going to punish the guy who pretended to be your disciple?"

"They will do it themselves." Hecate shook her head calmly, and then activated the time rift, allowing herself and the three goddesses of fate to escape from the current time flow.

Now that she has entered the time gap, she doesn't have to worry about speeding up the arrival of Ragnarok, and she can buy more time for herself.

(End of this chapter)