Chapter 164 Partner, You Can Actually Transform Into a Human Form!

On the deserted island.

The thunder passed through the thick dark clouds like a dragon, and the island and the sea below trembled, transmitting waves of strong vibrations, raising huge waves that seemed to submerge the world.

"Boom!" Thor waved the thunder-carrying sword and faced the attacking Akhtar head-on. The sword tightly held in the other hand turned over to stop the sneak attack of Miss Black Knife.

"Akhtar, don't show mercy!" The heroic laughter overwhelmed the roar of thunder. Thor's waist suddenly exerted force, which was transmitted to the hands holding the double swords, and forcibly knocked Akhtar and Miss Black Knife away.

And he also took this opportunity to insert the double swords into the ground. The purple thunder spread along the double swords to the ground, spreading and submerging the entire island.

As the strongest human, he did not master the almost unsolvable ability, but continued to hone the magic of thunder attributes and develop the application methods of thunder attributes as much as possible.

Until he could artificially create stars.

Thor pulled out the two swords that were inserted into the earth, and the deserted island under his feet shook violently. With the pull of the thunder force, it was forcibly pulled up and condensed into stars shining with thunder light.

The stars circled and gathered behind him.

"He is almost dead, but he can still exert such a large scale of power." The Tiger King sat cross-legged in the air, watching the island being forcibly pulled up by the thunder force and condensed into small stars. He had the illusion that Thor was not poisoned at all.

Theoretically, Thor could barely move his body, which was already an amazing willpower, but he could still exert power beyond the limit of human beings when he was dying.

"Maybe it's the last embers before death." Coyle shook his head, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes cold and emotionless.

In response, the Tiger King shrugged his shoulders, carefully observing the battlefield, intending to take action as soon as Akhtar was in danger.

However,

"Since you're looking for me to kill you, don't try so hard to resist." Ximu turned over, stood on the surging sea, looked at the six meteorites behind Thor, and stretched out his hand to the sky.

The surging black flames gathered into a black sun, and the spreading high temperature directly evaporated the sea water on the sea surface, and the white mist filled the field of vision.

However, it was vaguely seen that in the white mist that submerged the sea, the black sun and the meteorite flashing with lightning had a fierce collision.

"Boom!" The diffusion impact shattered the mist, revealing the true appearance of the battlefield. A huge hole was pierced through the sea. The strong diffusion impact formed a concave pit on the sea surface, and the surrounding air was so thin that it was suffocating.

After a while, a huge amount of seawater poured back, filling the concave pit, and the thin air refluxed, forming a strong hurricane.

But soon another collision occurred.

"Hahaha!" Ximu laughed heartily, and black flames overflowed from his teeth. The black reflected Thor's figure riding the meteorite and rushing towards him.

He spit out a black sun without hesitation.

Thor rushed over without slowing down at all. A meteorite behind him suddenly accelerated and hit Akhtar's dragon breath.

"Boom!" The scars of the sea that had not yet healed were torn apart again. The spreading impact was mixed with black flames and thunder. While evaporating a huge amount of seawater, it also made the fish and shrimps in the deep sea unlucky. The fish and shrimps were electrocuted before they could react, or they were scalded to death by the boiling seawater.

"Has Akhtar exceeded the limit of human beings?" The tiger king flew backwards and looked at the battle in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The scene he saw was like a battle between gods and demons. The sky was covered by dark clouds flashing with lightning, and the white fog in the sky continued to spread. The deafening roar made people numb. It was vaguely seen that there were figures passing through it, engaging in a fierce battle beyond the limit of human beings. A random collision could shake the sea.

Such a scale of battle is definitely not something that human beings can reach.

"It's not surprising that Akhtar has this level of power." Coyle answered expressionlessly, and flew backwards with Tiger King to avoid the impact of Akhtar and Thor's battle. It was not until he came to the sea that he found that the situation was more serious than expected.

The waves caused by the battle caused many places along the coast to be flooded, and many people fled to high places.

"Poseidon, please calm your anger."

On the hill, a nun knelt on the ground with her hands folded, accompanied by a large number of believers behind her, praying to the sea god in the sky, hoping that the sea god could calm his anger and no longer raise huge waves that flooded the land.

Then she got a confused response from the sea god.

The waves that flooded the coast were not caused by the sea god, and he had no idea what was going on.

He didn't take the blame.

However, after investigating, the sea god finally figured out the situation and passed the information to the praying nun.

"The tsunami was not caused by God." The nun stopped praying, stood up and explained to the believers, "It was a battle between strong men nearby that caused... the tsunami."

"That was a truly horrible battle." A bard not far away sighed, gently plucked the harp, and then asked the question that everyone was most concerned about, "Did the sea god say who caused the tsunami?"

"It was Akhtar and Thor." The nun said two familiar names, which stunned everyone present.

"Aren't Akhtar and Thor friends?" The bard asked in confusion, "Why did they fight?"

"..." The nun shook her head. How could she know why Akhtar and Thor fought? The sea god didn't tell her this secret.

The bard was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and gently plucked the harp in his hand. A breeze rose around him, and his body flew up.

"I'll go and confirm it myself." He smiled at everyone, "If we can persuade them to stop fighting, the crisis will naturally be resolved."

After saying that, he flew towards the battlefield.

If it was a battle between cultists and heroes, he would never get close to them, but both sides of the battle were world-famous heroes, and they shouldn't kill him as a mediator.

After the matter was accomplished, he could also become a world-famous bard.

After a while.

The bard staggered back, his clothes became tattered, his skin was blue and purple, and he looked very miserable.

After landing.

"Did the persuasion fail, Farr?" The nun came over hurriedly, her eyes revealing anxiety.

In response, the bard was silent, touched the blood flowing from the tip of his nose, and pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "They fought too fiercely, I couldn't get close."

He recalled the process of his approach.

"I haven't seen the battle situation clearly, and I was blown back by the aftermath of their battle. If I continue to get close, I will definitely die."

The nun was silent, disappointed: "Thank you for your hard work, Lord Far."

"Don't be disappointed, they probably can't keep up such a fierce battle for a long time." Waving his hand, the bard Far explained, "Wait until the intensity of the battle is reduced, I will go to persuade them."

"Are you really okay?" The nun showed a doubtful look. It's not that she doesn't believe in the bard's strength, but compared with Akhtar and Thor, who are at the top of heroes, there is still a considerable gap.

So she was worried that the bard would be killed by the aftermath.

"It doesn't matter." The bard Far shook his head, showing a calm smile, plucked the harp, and his eyes fell on the battlefield in the distance.

Then he saw the golden pillar of light splitting the sky. The thick clouds were split in half as the pillar of light fell, revealing the sky behind the dark clouds.

The thunder stopped abruptly.

"I'll go and see." The bard made a prompt decision and flew urgently towards the sea, turning into a small black dot and disappearing from people's sight.

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...

After a while.

"Here you go." Thor handed over his double swords, and after Akhtar took them, he asked:

"Can I go to hell smoothly?"

"Of course." Ximu answered decisively. Thor in front of him was like a burning piece of paper, and his body surface turned into ashes bit by bit.

The frontal blow of the Sword of Light caused excessive damage, making Thor's existence unsustainable, and forcibly leading him to death.

"That's great." Thor smiled heartily, raised his arm and hooked it on Akhtar's shoulder, "When you become a demon, remember to go to hell and fight me again."

"You have no chance of winning then." Ximu said briefly, but Thor didn't care at all, and smiled:

"It's a pity that I can't fight with all my strength."

Ximu didn't answer.

"By the way, if you meet that woman next time, please say thank you to her for me." Thor whispered, "The woman who taught you ten kinds of shadow magic."

Ximu chuckled: "She is not a good woman."

"But she is not a bad woman either." Thor smiled, and his body completely turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

The cutscene ended.

Ximu turned his head to look at the NPC bard coming from a distance, waved to the sky mare, and disappeared on the mare.

It was a bit of a waste of time to communicate with the private NPC of the Bard. Although he could use this NPC to improve his reputation, he didn't need to continue to brush his reputation. As long as he didn't drop too much, it would be fine.

And reputation can be increased as long as he keeps doing things and puts on a cloak of justice.

There is no need to focus on the Bard.

Not long after, the Bard who came was silent, looking at the empty battlefield, and fell into silence.

Should I make up the battle between Akhtar and Thor, but considering Akhtar's reputation and background, and a bunch of capable Bards who can restore some facts through astrologers.

I gave up this idea.

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Windmill Country.

Relying on the wind power along the coast, many windmill towers were built in the mountains, providing residents with a lot of convenient power.

And at this moment, under a windmill tower along the coast.

The sea breeze blew past his face, Ximu passed by the windmill tower, and came to the back of the windmill tower, and saw a woman with long dark green hair and a mature figure.

He sat down next to the woman and asked:

"Jörmungandr?"

"Akhtar?" The woman with dark green hair turned her head and looked at the famous man beside her, "They say you are the one in charge of the Death Cult?"

"The one in charge is Luwei." Ximu answered casually, denying that he was managing the Death Cult behind the scenes.

Jörmungandr sneered at this:

"A man who dares to do but not admit it, but it would be strange if a conspirator like you would admit it readily, right?"

"Sure enough, there are such doubts." Ximu smiled, not caring about Jörmungandr's sneer at all. This boss character is too outspoken and very vindictive, otherwise he would not always be at odds with Sol. Instead of choosing to go around and land on the mainland, he just kept fighting Thor just for the sake of anger.

The reason is to land in the country that Thor protects.

"It's a fact." Jormungandr corrected, and then his pretty face showed a vigilant expression, "Akhtar, don't you have any conspiracy against me?"

"Hahaha... We just met not long ago." Akhtar chuckled, and then shook his head, "Conspiracy must be based on understanding, and I have no thoughts about my partners."

Jormungandr: "..."

The man beside her is the conspirator behind the Order of Death, and is the most troublesome existence for her, because she is not good at playing conspiracies, and she has only used violence to crush all conspiracies before.

"You are here to resurrect the monster witch, and I am here to help the death witch." Ximu smiled gently, "We are essentially the same kind of people, but you are here for the monster witch, and I am here for the death witch, so you don't need to fight against me. I'm so alert."

"Hmph, who knows whether what you said is true or false?" Jörmungandr snorted softly, looking at the gentle smile on Akhtar's face, the vigilance on his face softened a little.

This was not to say that she had lowered her guard, but Akhtar's gentle and sincere smile, paired with a face that made her feel quite handsome, still did not arouse too much hostility.

Monsters are sometimes pretty creatures.

"I would be very sad to be so doubted." Ximu smiled bitterly, after Jörmungandr showed an embarrassed expression.

He shook his head generously.

"In the future, you will slowly understand who I am."

"Maybe there will be no future." Jörmungandr whispered. She wanted to become the resurrected body of the monster witch. The next time she meets Akhtar, that person will no longer be herself, but the monster who created thousands of monsters. Typhon the witch.

Ximu pretended not to hear and said instead:

"The Order of Death has cleared out a country, enough for you to carry out the resurrection ceremony of the monster witch."

"Then your horse also wants to participate?" Jörmungandr asked. She obviously knew that Akhtar had a mount that was a monster. The legendary horse Sleipnir also had a competition for the resurrection body of the monster witch. people.

"My partner will not participate." Ximu shook his head and replied, "She has no interest in becoming the carrier of the monster witch's resurrection."

"It's not surprising that Sleipnir made this choice." Jormungandr nodded slightly, and then seemed to think of something, "By the way, what is your relationship with Sleipnir? Why is she willing to follow you?" Humanity.”

Ximu immediately answered: "Of course it's a partnership."

"Not going deeper?" Jormungandr's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, "Sleipnir is a beauty, and you are not interested at all?"

"Beauty?" Ximu was stunned for a moment and met Jörmungandr's eyes, "Partner, will you still turn into a human form?"

"As the top monster, how could it not be transformed into a human form?" Jörmungandr answered naturally, and Ximu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and directly summoned the little mare, then stood up and touched the little mare. Horse's neck.

"Partner, do you know Jörmungandr?"

"..." The little mare glanced at Jörmungandr and nodded lightly. Of course she knew Jörmungandr. They had had a close fight before, so they knew each other very well.

"Partner, she said she could take on human form." Ximu pretended to be confused and asked the little mare, "Is this... true?"

Little mare: "..."

"Huh?" Jormungandr became interested and covered his mouth with his hand, "Sleipnir, aren't you so useless that you can't even transform into a human form?"

Her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"After so many years of not seeing each other, you are becoming more and more useless."

"..." The little mare was so angry that her hooves scraped the ground, and then looked at the confused Ximu next to her, feeling the urge to kick the troublesome snake to death.

"Sleipnir, why don't you speak?" Jormungandr stood up and came to the little mare, "Can it be that you can't even speak?"

She wiped away non-existent tears.

"Akhtar, let me tell you..."

"Shut up!" The little mare finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked out suddenly, but Jörmungandr got out of the way. She soon realized that something was wrong.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Akhtar, and found that Akhtar was looking at her in surprise.

"Partner, you can speak!" Ximu asked in surprise, "Why didn't I tell you when I asked you before?"

"Probably because he is afraid of a love affair between humans and monsters." Jormungandr smiled broadly, "Sleipnir unexpectedly..."

"Jörmungandr!" The little mare bumped into it, but Jörmungandr, who had been alert for a long time, dodged it. The two top monsters chased each other and fled, fighting on the boundless sea. Although the little mare Ma really wanted to beat Jörmungandr once.

Why should an outsider like Jormungandr tell Akhtar whether he can speak or take on human form?

Ximu smiled when he saw this, sat down again, and watched Jörmungandr playing with the little mare. In fact, he had long known that the little mare would turn into a human form, and he also knew that the little mare could talk, but seeing It's interesting to see how the little mare has been holding on to her secret.

So he had not taken the initiative to expose it until now, and as expected, he saw a very interesting reaction.

A few hours later.

"Akhtar, your horse kicked me." Jörmungandr put down his hand covering his pretty face, revealing an obvious horse hoof print, "As the master of Sleipnir, do you want to give me some compensation?"

"If what you said is true, then I will treat you to a good meal." Ximu kept smiling, looking at the little mare who came reluctantly, and asked:

"Partner, can you let me see your human form?"