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Chapter 276 Fantasy and Lies
"Is the training time too long?" The Alchemist Witch put down the report in her hand and asked Leticia as she walked over. "Do you want to reduce the training time appropriately so that you can spend more time with that man? Otherwise, your communication will only be limited to the night."

She crossed her long legs, held her chin with one hand and smiled.

"I have to train during the day and I don't get any rest at night. Even if my body can bear it, my spirit can't bear it."

After Akhtar came to the alchemy workshop, she found that Leticia basically had no time to rest. She had to engage in high-intensity battles during the day and sleep with her lover at night.

A normal person would have died suddenly long ago. Only Leticia's strength improved significantly, so she was able to hold on.

"Well, let's reduce the training time." Leticia nodded slightly in agreement. If Akhtar hadn't come to her, she would only need to focus on training. But now she really couldn't concentrate on training, so she had to set aside some time.

"By the way, what blessing did that man give you?" The Alchemy Witch suddenly asked. She did not notice any change in Leticia's condition, so she could not guess what blessing Leticia had received.

Leticia stretched out her hand, and the flame of ash ignited in her palm. The swaying flame gave people a warm feeling.

"He said this was the primordial fire, but I'm not quite sure..." Before she could finish her words, the Alchemy Witch appeared in front of her, grabbed her wrist tightly, and stared at the swaying primordial fire.

The Alchemist Witch didn't know whether the man had given Leticia the Primordial Fire on purpose, but she had indeed been looking for another application for the Ash Flame, which was creation after burning everything.

In the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate, there was a preface to the creation recited by Akhtar himself.

In the beginning, the world was in ashes until the Creator came and ignited the original fire. Thus, there came into being light and darkness, heat and cold, life and death, and the contradictory yet unified contradictions that gave rise to the world.

Ordinary people might not think much about this preface, but she realized through this preface that the Ash Flame has a higher-level usage, and that higher-level usage can exist as the basic law of the new world.

And now the primordial flame in Leticia's hand is the result of her research that she has always hoped to achieve.

"Leticia, He is really good to you." The Alchemy Witch adjusted her breathing and her expression became serious, revealing a cold feeling, as if she had lost her humanity.

"Do you know how to use the primordial flame?"

Leticia shook her head and clenched the original flame in her hand. Flames overflowed from her nails and wrapped around her hands, spreading along her white arms, and then swallowed her whole body, submerging her in flames.

"After using the Primordial Flame, your strength and recovery will be greatly enhanced, and you will also be able to resist many abnormal conditions."

The Alchemist Witch nodded and said, "Can we only passively accept the power of the primordial flame?"

Leticia nodded slightly, then extinguished the primordial flame covering her body. Her physical condition was obviously much better, but her magic power was severely depleted to the point of being exhausted.

This state is very close to the Sword of Liberated Light, but is only the consequence of slightly using the Primal Flame.

Essentially, it's because she gained power that she shouldn't have now.

"It's not easy to master this level of power." The Alchemy Witch showed a distressed expression. She found that Leticia's talent was not enough to master the Primordial Flame. Theoretically, even until the end of Leticia's life, she would not be able to master the Primordial Flame.

It's like someone gets the answer to a question, but can't understand it, so he has to supplement the corresponding prior knowledge.

This prerequisite knowledge system covers almost everything, and it requires research to a certain level. Usually, people who can achieve this level have the talent to become demons.

And there are situations where there is no way to learn.

"It's okay." The Alchemy Witch pursed her lips and smiled at Leticia. "Talent and time are not a problem. I will help you make up for everything you need. You just need to have the perseverance to accept my training."

Leticia raised her hand and gently gathered the hair beside her ear, an apologetic smile appeared on her pretty face: "Sorry, I..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The Alchemy Witch put one hand on her waist and snorted: "If you can't teach your students well, it's the teacher's incompetence."

Leticia was stunned for a moment, then said, "Then all I can do is try my best to study."

The Alchemist Witch nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the open door in the distance: "The Alchemy Workshop has a very special guest today."

"Who?" Leticia asked subconsciously, and saw the Alchemist Witch turned around and waved her hand with her back to her.

Leticia did not ask any further questions. She just smiled and said goodbye, then returned to her residence.

The Alchemy Witch sat down on a chair nearby, took out a piece of paper and a pen to revise her plan. She really had no opinion on Leticia. Although she herself did expect Leticia to have the qualifications to become a witch, it was not worth regretting even if she did not have them. It would just be that she would have to put in more effort.

And now the most critical prerequisites of the Ark Project have been met, which is already a very fortunate thing.

If Leticia hadn't existed, she might not have been able to refine the primordial flame until the end of the world.

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at the same time.

on the other side.

"Teacher is leaving?" Ximu's gaze passed over Hecate's plump breasts and fell on that delicate face.

"Don't you plan to stay for a few days?"

"I still have things to deal with." Hecate lowered her head, looked at her disciple who was resting his head on her knees, stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, "If you want to be my disciple, just come to Gaotian and find me."

"Then let's leave after tonight?" Ximu asked tentatively, and then he saw Hecate raised her hand to cover his eyes, followed by a gentle chuckle:

"If you leave after tonight, you will be committing treason." After saying this, Hecate in the living room turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

Ximu rubbed his neck and was about to sit up.

“Teacher, are you reluctant to let go?” The savior goddess trotted over, bent down to look at Akhtar lying on the sofa, then took the initiative to lift Akhtar’s head and placed it on her knees.

She touched Akhtar’s head.

"Teacher, is this comfortable?"

Ximu laughed and said, "You learn really fast, but you don't need to learn the knee pillow thing."

"Why?" the savior goddess wondered.

"What are your plans for the future?" Ximu did not explain, but asked, "Do you plan to live here, or go out for training?"

The savior goddess pondered for a moment and asked, "Teacher, what do you think I should do?"

"It depends on whether you want to become stronger." Ximu sat up and said calmly, "If you plan to become stronger, you have to leave here and kill... No, defeating a demon or witch also counts."

He said to the savior goddess.

"If you can't defeat all demons or witches, then you can't save the world."

The savior goddess blinked, then showed an expression of enlightenment: "Just like the teacher defeated all the gods?"

"You can understand it this way." Ximu nodded, stretched out two fingers, and poked the forehead of the savior goddess, "My foolish apprentice, defeat all the demons and witches, otherwise you are not qualified to stand in front of me."

The savior goddess was silent for a moment, raised her hand and touched her forehead, then revealed a pitiful expression: "Teacher, do you think I'm stupid?"

Ximu turned his head away: "It's not that I think you're stupid, I just think it makes the atmosphere more interesting."

The savior goddess' cheeks puffed up with anger.

Sometimes she didn't understand her teacher's thoughts. No... most of the time she didn't understand her teacher's thoughts. According to the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate, her teacher would gradually go from being a hero to a destroyer under the gravity of Ragnarok. The tragic sense of fate was about to overflow.

But she had never seen the teacher have any negative emotions. She always had a gentle smile on her face, making people feel very reliable and at ease.

"You should go out and gain experience tomorrow morning." Ximu stretched out his hand and poked the savior goddess' puffed cheek, and a sound of air leaking out.

"Find a weak demon or witch to fight. If all goes well, we can be back before dinner."

The savior goddess nodded vigorously: "Yes."

If it's just a matter of defeating a witch or demon who isn't good at fighting, it shouldn't be very difficult.

And right now.

"A very extraordinary guest, it's you?" A gentle female voice came, and the savior goddess subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a girl with long golden hair and emerald green eyes walking towards her gracefully.

Both of them have long golden hair and are very beautiful, but their temperaments are different. The golden-haired girl has a more mature and elegant temperament, and has a kind of affinity like a wife.

"You're not talking about me!" The savior goddess shook her head gently, but Leticia showed a curious expression when she heard it. She put the cake in her hand on the table and smiled gently at the savior goddess:

"Haven't had cake in a while?"

"It won't be long." The savior said as she opened the box of cake impatiently.

Seeing this, Leticia smiled, sat next to Akhtar very naturally, and said softly:
"Lady Hecate, are you just going to leave like that?"

Before she came back, she specifically looked for the white-haired girl and learned about the relevant situation. She came back only after she was fully prepared. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specially prepared a cake. She just took into account that the savior goddess might be greedy. "My students will also leave tomorrow." Ximu smiled lightly, watching the savior goddess eating the cake.

After her apprentice challenges a few witches, she will burn this world to ashes and then let the Omniscient Saint update the simulated world.

Now this simulated world is not worth continuing the experiment with.

……

...

The next day.

The border of the Iris Kingdom.

The red waves hit the beach, submerging a pair of crystal clear jade feet, and then reluctantly faded away.

The witch clone turned around gracefully, looking at the approaching goddess of savior and Jörmungandr, and smiled charmingly:

"It's really touching that you rushed to see me as soon as possible." She wiped away non-existent tears.

"Do you really want to reunite with me?"

"It's to complete the task assigned by the teacher." The savior goddess took out the golden holy sword out of thin air and approached the witch clone step by step. "The teacher asked me to defeat a witch or a demon."

She explained it this way.

"And you're the closest witch."

"So you can only blame yourself for your bad luck." Jörmungandr shrugged slightly and spread his hands towards the witch clone. "If you weren't staying in the Iris Kingdom..."

"If the mission requires defeating a witch or demon," the witch clone put her slender hand on her chin, "even if you kill her, it's only to the extent of destroying a clone. Does this count as defeating the witch?"

She stated the conditions for defeating herself.

"If you want to defeat me, you must kill or capture my clones that are scattered all over the world, hidden in different corners, different spaces, and different environments. Only then can you be considered to have defeated me."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Goddess of Savior stopped in her tracks. She had no psychological burden to beat up the Witch of Clone, because the Witch of Clone always wanted to seize the bodies of the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Plague. This was definitely bullying her friends and family, so she had no psychological burden to beat them up.

But beating up the witch clone now would not be enough to complete the task assigned by the teacher, because she couldn't launch a global attack at once.

"Actually, I know a very weak witch." The witch clone smiled and covered her lips. "If you are interested, I will take you to find that witch soon, but the price is that you have to do me a favor."

The Savior Goddess asked: "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Help me create an opportunity to get close to the Lord of Ashes." The witch clone told her plan, "No matter what method it is, I hope to create an opportunity to get close to the Lord of Ashes before the end of the world."

She blinked.

"Don't worry, this favor is limited to this simulation and will not affect anyone else."

The savior goddess thought about it and nodded slightly in agreement.

At the end of this simulation, she will also swing her sword at Teacher Akhtar. Only in this way can she understand how strong Teacher Akhtar is.

Otherwise she wouldn't understand the magnitude of what she needs to do.

"This woman is not trustworthy at all." Jörmungandr twitched his lips, and saw the witch clone reveal a sly smile. She began a series of assurances, vowing that she would definitely help find a very weak witch.

Otherwise she would bark like a puppy.

Regardless of whether it is trustworthy or not, if you want to find a witch quickly, you have to rely on the witch who has countless clones.

after a while.

In a city with a completely different atmosphere from the end of the world, green mountains and clear waters surround the city, and high-rise buildings lined up one after another accommodate people of different ethnic groups. Its prosperity is no less than that of the real Lionheart City.

Fantasy country.

This is the name of this city. It is said that the city was built by a fantasy witch who can create things that should exist through words.

"That's her." The witch clone pointed at the beautiful girl with long light red hair and a beret sitting on the throne:

"A fantasy witch, basically has no combat ability."

"Excuse me...can I fight with you?" The Savior Goddess looked at the Fantasy Witch on the throne, "The teacher gave me a task, which is to defeat a witch or a demon."

She assured me so.

"I will pay you accordingly afterwards."

“No one would be happy if they were beaten, right?” Fantasy… No, it should be the goddess of lies.

She didn't expect that after she disguised herself as a fantasy witch and came to the simulation world for research, she would be challenged by someone.

"But I will fulfill your wish." The figure of the Goddess of Lies disappeared from the spot, came to the side of the witch's clone, and swung her white palm casually, cutting off the witch's head like a sharp blade.

The gushing blood dyed the hall red. The body of the witch clone fell directly to the ground and was killed without even the ability to resist.

Although this attack was clearly aimed at killing individuals, it seemed to contain a strange power that instantly affected the entire world.

The witch clones in different environments had blood spurting out of their necks at the same time, and their heads fell off directly. One body after another fell to the ground, losing their life.

what's going on.

It’s not clear, but someone instantly locked onto the existence of the clone witch, and then slashed her neck.

The result was that all the witch clones died instantly.

"You are worthy of being the goddess who has reached the omnipotent realm." Inside the deserted cave, the witch's clone whose head was severed suddenly spoke. Red mist emerged from her neck and the severed head was reattached.

Then the severed head suddenly broke off again, as if the concept of severed head was written into the existence of the witch's clone.

After it continued for several times, the witch clone was able to barely reattach her head. However, even so, blood was still flowing from her neck, and it was obvious that the power engraved on her existence had not been completely erased.

"Why is the Goddess of Lies so strong?" The witch clone looked pale as she analyzed why she was killed instantly. "Is it because of the simulated world that the Almighty Powerful One can exert even greater power, or is it because the Almighty Powerful One is so powerful in itself?"

No matter what, she could be sure of one thing: before she obtained indirect omnipotent power, she should not provoke the strong people who had reached the omnipotent realm.

Otherwise, she might be in danger in this world.

And at this time.

Fantasy country.

"How do you want to challenge me, little guy?" The Goddess of Lies rested her chin on the shoulder of the Goddess of Savior, holding the Goddess of Savior's waist with both hands, and her voice revealed a playful tone:

"Is it a life-and-death duel, or just a sparring match?"

Jörmungandr witnessed this scene and gritted his teeth and said, "You are not a fantasy witch!"

“Powerful people are used to wearing several vests.” The goddess of lies waved her hand and took a few steps back.

She hooked her finger at the savior goddess.

"Since you are willing to pay me afterwards, I accept your challenge. It doesn't matter what means you use. As long as you can touch me a little bit, you will win."

The Goddess of Savior clenched the holy sword in her hand and fearlessly rushed towards the Goddess of Lies. Then she fell to the ground, dropped the holy sword in her hand, and rolled on the ground for several times.

"You can't even stand, and you still want to fight?" The Goddess of Lies came to the side of the Goddess of Savior and squatted down:

"Who taught you anyway? You can't even stand steadily."

The savior goddess opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. She had never fallen since she was born, and she was very steady even when fighting with Jörmungandr, but she just fell to the ground.

"Haha, what a cute reaction." The Goddess of Lies couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Little guy, if you want to choose a witch to fight, then you have to choose... a weak one, don't choose one that's too strong."

Even though she was quite weak in the prophecies described by the Three Goddesses of Fate, was easily killed by the Lord of Ashes, and had never fought against the God of Omniscience, it was only because that group of people was too strong.

In fact, there are no more than ten people in this world who are stronger than her.

(End of this chapter)