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Chapter 94 Dying surrounded by people
so weak.

The female dragon showed a surprised expression and looked at the somewhat restrained bald man at the door, unable to sense anything special about this human being.

Neither confident nor powerful.

In terms of results, he is just a mortal with nothing special. It is hard to imagine that he is actually Akhtar's teacher.

"Teacher, long time no see." Ximu greeted Butch at the door with a smile, "It's been good lately."

"Ah... very good!" Butch was stunned for a moment, then quickly made room for Xi Mu to enter the house.

"During this period, many people want to become my teacher, so I can live a normal life." At this point, he smiled bitterly again.

"Although I know they just want to build up their resume as a hero master."

So far, the people who have come to him to become disciples all just want an identity so that they can say to the outside world that they come from the same school as the hero Akhtar.

They are all a group of people who are here for gold plating.

"This is not a bad thing." Ximu smiled, went to the sofa in the living room and sat down. The female dragon next to him was not unfamiliar and sat beside him.

Butch smiled helplessly, without much joy in his expression.

What he longed for was for people to recognize him for his magical attainments, not because he was lucky enough to teach a... hero.

But he didn't pretend to refuse the money delivered to his door.

"By the way, about your funding of my research." He took out a sealed magic scroll, handed it to Akhtar solemnly, and said:
"This is the initial version that was developed. It can effectively improve the efficiency of using magic power, but for you today... it may not be very effective."

"..."

Ximu took the magic scroll, opened it, looked at it, and said, "Teacher, can we still develop a follow-up version?"

"Yes." Butch's expression became excited, "As long as you give me enough time, I can come up with a more mature version."

"Really?" Ximu nodded, listening to Butch's theory, while the female dragon beside him breathed out of boredom.

This bald magician is really whimsical.

"Sorry...I haven't made you any tea yet, right?" Butch looked at the bored expression on the female dragon's face and suddenly became embarrassed.

He stood up and planned to make two cups of tea.

"No need, teacher." Ximu waved his hand and looked at the sky outside the window, "I'm almost leaving."

The excitement on Butch's face disappeared and he nodded: "It's getting late after all."

Because he has no talent, he has been trying to bypass the path of talent. For a true genius, this would probably be... very boring.

however.

"Since Teacher, you like magic." Ximu stood up on his knees and smiled at Butch, "Would you like to return to the Magic Kingdom and continue your research?"

"Is that okay?" Butch was stunned. He had no choice but to leave the Magic Kingdom because he couldn't get enough results.

To this, Ximu gave an affirmative answer.

"Research to your heart's content in the Magic Kingdom, no one will kill you maliciously."

"Killing me maliciously?" Butch didn't quite understand, but Ximu didn't explain in depth and said to him:

"Teacher, I'm looking forward to the magic you've developed." After saying that, he stood up and left the living room.

In a sense, Butch is indeed a person without talent, and the magic he has painstakingly researched cannot help Butch become a powerful magician.

After all, Butch is a research-oriented talent and cannot have strong magic power, but he can become a good researcher.

……

...

on the street.

Under the streetlight.

"Are you following me because you are afraid that I will run away?" Ximu turned to look at the female dragon beside him, "Although I don't mind it very much, as the daughter of a duke, I shouldn't have the idea of ​​spending the night with a human, right?"

Hearing this, the female dragon flipped up her long blue hair and said with a charming smile: "Have you not heard enough stories about humans and dragons?"

"You're not my type." Ximu replied instantly, causing the female dragon's expression to freeze instantly, as if she didn't expect him to answer like this.

"If you want to threaten me with Sky City to compromise." He smiled, "Then I might agree."

"Huh, boring man." The female dragon's face was frosty, and with a little force on her toes, she flew high into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

……

...

Return to the palace.

"You haven't rested yet?" Xi Mu pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at Eden who was sitting beside his bed. He saw this omniscient saint wearing a black dress, outlining her beautiful curves and having a cool temperament. But it also contains a touch of tenderness that makes people approachable.

From the beginning to the end, this omniscient saint is not an...indifferent character, even though she maintains an inaccessible state of alienation when getting along with the players.

But that's just the habit of the omniscient saint.

"Don't you want to know where the extra souls born go?" Eden spoke softly. She still remembered what she said to Akhtar.

Ximu nodded and came to sit next to Eden.

"The extra souls born went to hell." Eden's voice was calm, "They all passed away normally."

"If more and more souls are born naturally," Ximu asked, "then in order to maintain the balance between life and death, there must be more and more lives in this world."

"There has never been a balance between life and death." Eden explained, "Hell can expand. As the number of souls increases, an additional layer of hell will be added."

Her voice was calm.

"The opening of each level of hell means that more souls can be accommodated."

"Then the time to wait for death will become longer and longer?" Ximu continued to ask, and Eden also gave the answer.

"Each level of hell will select people from a similar era to stay there. Their lifestyles and cultures are not very different. They can wait for death in the corresponding hell until that level of hell is empty."

"This is how the seven levels of hell that people talk about come from." Ximu held his chin with his hand and nodded clearly.

In response, Eden shook his head.

"There are more than seven levels of hell. Even if the corresponding levels of hell are empty, they will remain and replay everything in the past in the form of the shadow of the past."

"This is a record of past history and civilization."

Ximu thought for a moment and asked, "Can all those who go to hell be able to meet celebrities from past history?"

"You are not allowed to go to other hell levels without the permission of the Goddess of Death." Eden shook his head.

The levels of hell divided by eras are prohibited from wandering around and interfering with each other. Free movement is only allowed with the permission of the goddess of death.

"Sounds... quite interesting." Ximu seemed to be looking forward to it. He was not very interested in the setting of hell. It was just prepared by the game official to expand the map reasonably and increase the historical depth of the world. set up.

According to the official description of the game, each level of hell represents the development direction of a civilization in the past. After the civilization ushered in its own destruction, it was saved in the corresponding level of hell to record the past civilization. The actual performance is a map with different painting styles.

"Hell is not an interesting place." Eden stood up, stroking her skirt, and warned Ximu, "Hell is just a place where shadows of the past are recorded."

After saying that, she left Ximu's room.

From her point of view, hell is just a means for the goddess of death to store her soul and record past civilizations. There is no future at all.

……

...

The next day.

early morning.

The wind and snow got stronger and stronger, almost submerging the entire city in the sky. Everywhere you looked, it was covered in snow, and most people were wrapped tightly.

But soon people felt hot and dry.

"Roar!" The red dragon let out an angry roar, spitting out hot dragon breath, covering the sky like a red curtain. The high temperature it emitted spread, causing the temperature of the Sky City to soar at this moment.

The thick ones are starting to melt.

"What on earth is going on?" A young nobleman looked up at the sky, unable to understand why a giant dragon appeared in the sky.

After all, King Siegfried of the Sky City is a dragon-slaying hero, to put it in a normal way.

The dragon should avoid the Castle in the Sky.

And as if to confirm what he thought, the red dragon suddenly let out a miserable cry, and one of its wings was torn off, and hot blood spurted out, falling into the city and turning into a raging fire.

"Let's fight somewhere else." The heroic laughter echoed in the Sky City. Siegfried's figure appeared in people's eyes. He was seen holding the only remaining wing of the red dragon with one hand and flicked it with all his strength. .

The red dragon's body flew upside down, flying towards the outside of the Sky City like a cannonball, and Siegfried's figure also disappeared.

The residents of Sky City who were worried at first felt relieved after seeing Siegfried defeating the dragon easily.

Everyone can see that Siegfried has an absolute advantage, and they don't have to worry about the impact of the dragon.

Outside the Sky City.

"You are too anxious." Siegfried punched the red dragon hard on the back, causing the dragon's scales to explode and blood and flesh to fly.

The red dragon let out a cry and fell like a meteor, drawing a red trajectory in the sky and hitting a barren mountain.

The spreading air flow mixed with the splashing blood ignited the entire barren mountain, and the color of the mountain changed from snow-white to... red.

The flickering light of the fire made the snow on the nearby hills begin to melt.

Da da da--

Siegfried walked out of the flames and came to the seriously injured Red Dragon. His palm turned into a knife and penetrated the Red Dragon's neck.

The gushing blood drowned him, and his whole body was bathed in the dragon's blood, just like when he killed the dragon for the first time.

It is very simple to seize the power of dragons. You must first learn the magic of Dragonborn, and then kill the evil dragon and bathe in its blood.

Draw out the hand knife.

Siegfried took a step back, and the red dragon in front of him burned, turned into flames, and disappeared into the air.

"It's gotten worse...again." He raised his hand and glanced at his palm, finding that his nails had become sharp and substantial scales had appeared on his wrist.

It will turn into a dragon in about two or three days.

If another dragon attacks him at this time, he will completely degenerate into an evil dragon.

However, Siegfried raised his head and looked at a green dragon in the distance. He fled away at a fast speed, knowing that he still had some time to explain.

Thinking of this, he flew towards the city in the sky.

In fact, he was not afraid of death. Apart from being worried about his daughter, there was nothing worth remembering.

that power.

country.

beauty.

None of it seemed attractive to him. After all, he had long been... tired of the experience, which made his life a bit empty.

at the same time.

Dragon Empire Embassy.

"Rommel...is dead." Emaar stood in front of the window, raising his hand to cover his forehead. "Siegfried's strength exceeded expectations."

"His ability is too tricky." The tall woman with long blue hair said in a cold voice, looking at Emaar who turned around:

"In his current state, as long as he continues to engage in high-intensity fighting, he may not be able to resist transforming into a dragon."

"Do you want to fight him?" Emaar looked at the female dragon and twitched his lips, "Let me tell you in advance that I will not risk my life with Siegfried."

He is a prince who has a lot of good time, but he is not willing to gamble his life with Siegfried, and Siegfried doesn't have much time in the first place.

In response, the female dragon crossed her arms and responded coldly: "Rommel has been killed, so it is even less possible for me to defeat Siegfried."

Despite the short time it took for Siegfried to kill the red dragon, the red dragon was actually stronger than both of them.

Since Rommel was easily killed, it was even more impossible for them to win, and now they were running to stimulate Siegfried to transform into a dragon with his life.

That's just too stupid.

"Then let's wait, it won't be long in three days anyway." Emaar made a decision and gave up on stimulating Siegfried to transform into a dragon today.

The female dragon rolled her eyes when she saw this, but she didn't object. She couldn't defeat Siegfried herself, and the other dragons... weren't willing to die, so they could only wait. Anyway, it only took three days. Time for a nap.

Thinking of this, she turned and left the office.

After she left.

"Oh, as a prince... you have to be so humble." A sweet girl's voice came out, and a doll fell from the ceiling.

The movements of the silk threads are difficult to detect, moving the doll's body to create movements and expressions that are close to those of real people.

"Don't you feel angry?" The doll girl came to Emaar with a smile, her expression was very... bad.

In this regard, Emaar remained silent.

Seeing this, the doll girl shook her head in disappointment, and then changed the topic: "How are the preparations for the soldiers Akhtar asked you to hire?"

"I can still handle this little thing." Immar nodded. He had already spent money to hire a large number of mercenaries, which was enough to make Siegfried's funeral an unprecedented grand event.

"That's good." The doll girl nodded with satisfaction, and then the silk threads on her body began to pull, dragging her body to the ceiling and disappearing into the void.

Let Siegfried die surrounded by people, this is the best ending for the dragon-slaying hero.

(End of this chapter)